Jasmine: Closer Than Close

 

 

By the time, we arrived back at December’s house; the drugs had taken over her body. She could barely walk, and soon she would be knocked out. Soon as she passes out, I'm going through all of her belongings. I needed to find something I could use to destroy her and Ace for good. I grab her house keys out of her purse and open the door.

“Thank you, for bringing…..me home,” she could barely get the words out.

“It’s no problem, that’s what friends are for.”

She hugged me tightly, “Fuck niggas.”

“Yeh, girl I agree, but you need to take a shower. You smell like sweat and regret right now.”

She tried to laugh, but she was too drowsy.

“Ok, will you stay here tonight. I’m scared Ace may show up.”

Little did she know I was staying the night anyway. I just needed for her to go to sleep. Damn, she did have a point about Ace. He may show up as mad as he was.

“Yeh, I could stay here tonight. You have some clothes I could wear.”

She pointed to her drawer but as she points she almost falls over. I grab her and walk her to the shower. I turn the shower on and start helping her get undressed.

“Fuck niggas!” she repeats.

“Haha, girl you are tripping.”

As I help her undress, I start to marvel at how beautiful she is. I begin to wonder what Ace must have felt like when he first saw her. I wanted to put myself in Ace’s shoes. Maybe, I could forgive him if I could find some empathy. I slip, her leopard dress off and her perfect breast become exposed. Ace fucked up losing her. How much liquor did I drink? I’m tripping why am I looking at her like this? I find myself glancing between her thighs, she was waxed clean, and her pussy was gorgeous. It was as if she was a virgin. This bitch must do Kegels and soak in vinegar. You could tell she took good care of her body. I help her get in the shower, and then I start going through her drawers looking for something to destroy her and Ace with.

As I go through her belongings, I can’t stop thinking about her naked body in the shower. Man, I was tripping. I don’t like women and never will like women, but damn. If I ever were to like a woman, this would be the one. She was beautiful, and that damn Ace hurt us both. We shared a common bond. Whoah! What the hell am I thinking? I open her sock drawer, and I start looking through her thongs. She had some of the prettiest panties I ever saw. I looked through the drawer some more, and I saw a DVD. Nah, I know this not what I think it is. I grab the DVD and place it in her DVD player and turned the TV on. December was so high and drunk she was probably passed out in the shower by now.

When I turn the DVD on, I saw Ace buried face first in between December’s thighs. I lay on her bed and began to touch myself to them making love. The more I watch, the more I get turned on. I start to rub my breast passionately and touch in between my thighs. Gosh, I was wetter than I ever been. Was it the alcohol or was it the sight of December that was turning me on? The way she was riding Ace was like nothing I ever have seen before. I knew at that moment that I could never compare to her in the bedroom. Once Ace got a taste of her it was no way possible he would come back to me, but at least now I knew. I kept touching myself more and more, but I had another feeling in the back of my mind. I had an urge so intense that I could not fight anymore. I took off all my clothes and walked to the shower. I got in the shower with her and slowly started to rub her back. I grab the towel from her hand and fill it with soap. I begin to wash her body gently beginning at her neck.

“What are you doing?” she said.

“Like you said, Fuck Niggas!”

She leans back resting the back of her head on my left shoulder. Her ass presses firmly against my special place. With the towel in my right hand, I continue to wash her neck and choking her just enough to turn her on. I gently turn my head to the right side of her neck and began to kiss her neck slowly. I take my right hand and rub the towel around her breast. Her nipples swell up, and I can tell I am turning her on. I start to wonder was it the drugs or had she done this before? She grabs my hand with the towel and begins washing herself down low. She rinses herself off and then grabs the towel and begins to wash me. As soon as she turns her face to me, we press our breast against each other and start to kiss passionately. It was like no other kiss I had ever shared before. I had kissed plenty of men, but this kiss felt full of lust. She gets down on her knees, and I prop my right leg up against the wall. She then begins to suck on my inner thighs until she makes her way to my love below. She stimulates my clit in ways that Ace could never have. Her tongue was ten times better than anything I ever felt before. She knew just where to place her hands and where to kiss me.

She stands up, and we both step out of the shower. Still feeling the effect of the drugs, she could barely walk but made her way to the bed. I thought about returning the favor, but I wasn’t drunk enough to kiss her down there. I lay her down and spread her legs. Then, I opened my legs, and we began to scissor each other. We grabbed each other’s thighs and began to thrust forward. With each pump, I could feel the moisture build as our clits rub together. The moans grow louder as we touch each other in ways a man could never. I never knew sex without a dick could bring me this much pleasure. Within two minutes I was showering her with my love, and she was doing the same. We both just lay there afterward in a pool of juices. After the euphoria of sex with December dissipates I come back to reality, and my body starts shaking. I can’t believe what just happened. She was high on drugs, but I was just a little drunk. I hope she thinks this is all a dream when she wakes up.

I didn’t know how to feel about what just took place. I didn’t want to look at December, and I didn’t want to be in her house. I have never done anything like that before, and I never want to do that again. Damn, I now knew why Ace wanted her. The sex was good. I grab my clothes and quickly leave her house. I cry all the way home. I thought what would my mother think? What would God think? I questioned my sexuality. Was I a lesbian? Was I bisexual? Then it dawned on me that I was neither. I was a straight woman who just got her heart broke by the wrong nigga. Ace hurt me so much that I needed to find a way to sympathize with him to get over him. He found her irresistible that’s why he left me, so I started developing the same feelings. I wasn’t a lesbian. I was just a woman that needed closure. I was a woman who wanted to find a way to justify why her man would choose another woman over her. I hated December even more now. First, she stole my man from me with her temptress ways, and now she had taken my innocence from me with her irresistible beauty.

While driving home, I check my phone. I search for the text I had sent myself earlier when December thought I was sending pictures. I did a little more with her phone than send a text to Ace. I also took a screenshot of her supervisor’s phone number. Her supervisor is going to love this anonymous tip. I dial her supervisor’s phone number.

“This is an anonymous tip. December has been having a problem with drugs lately. She told me that she is stealing from the job to take care of her drug habit. As a friend, I believe you should do something to help her. If you tested her for drugs, then you could find a valid reason to help her.”

That will teach that lame bitch about stealing my man from me. Now it was time for me to move on to phase three of my plan.