7 comments/ 42138 views/ 9 favorites Jasmin: The First Time By: LIPrulz I'm thirty six now, at an age where you might expect you know what's going on with your life, which direction you're heading, what you plan for the future and where and how you want to live. Well it should be like that and was until very recently. Now everything is chaos. A few weeks ago I was sitting out at the pool, just relaxing after a busy day at work. It was going to be a warm night. Just finishing a drink, I hadn't been in the water yet and was just about to dive in when I heard the front doorbell. The battery on the ringer was fading and the sound was quite dreadful. I wasn't expecting anyone and was a little annoyed at the interruption. I thought, bugger it, and was going to dive in anyway when the doorbell went again. I decided to answer it, if only to stop them from pressing the button once more. I took my towel and headed inside from the sliding glass door. Through a front lounge room window I could see a black sports car parked on the road out front. As it was after dusk and the street light was not that good I couldn't be sure what it was. I found out later it was an RX-7, the nice rounded model before they stopped making them. I caught a whiff of perfume when I opened the front door and I realised I knew that scent, though I couldn't name it and hadn't smelled it for several years. The aroma was both sexy and bittersweet in memory for me. Then I saw her as she moved and the sensor light came on again. I hadn't seen her for maybe three years. "Jasmin?" I croaked, stupidly feeling nervous. She looked sensational. Jasmin is about 5' 5" and now she is 31. Jasmin's face is very expressive, high cheek boned, her eyes long lashed, and still at 31 there is nary a wrinkle anywhere to be seen. Her black hair was still long and silky reaching the small of her back. It did not look like her beautiful body had changed at all in the last three years and she still caused my guts to tighten. She was lightly tanned just the way I loved which she well knew. I also knew her measurements by heart, she was 35-24-36 when we parted and a C cup with the longest perky nipples I'd ever seen except for perhaps some models in mags I'd seen at work. She was wearing a white cotton knee length skirt that was vee necked to between her breasts but was buttoned modestly enough. Her slip on shoes were a practical walking variety with maybe a two inch heel. Don't ask me what kind, I have little idea about ladies shoes. Jasmin looked deeply into my eyes. Her eyes are a dark mysterious brown. And the look between her eyes and mine was the same as it had always been - there was a deep smouldering connection that had not dimmed at all over the past years. "Damien, can I come in? Can we talk?" she asked. That was it for me. I just opened the door and let her in. If I write everything that has happened between us you might wonder why would I let her in and effectively back into my life. But the connection between us just seemed to be as magnetic as always, instantly re-establishing itself. I had no chance after so long without her. I closed the door after her and followed her past the lounge room and kitchen to the back breakfast room. "You haven't changed anything," she said, looking around. Her gaze also took in the ring on my finger. One fine brow was raised as she looked at me. "I thought the divorce was final two years ago," she said. "Jasmin, I could never take the ring off. I had it for six years before you left and -" "Before you threw me out, Damien." She cut me off. "Ok, we're not going to argue right now, are we?" I asked her. "Why are you here?" "Sorry," she said and I thought, she had never said that before. But it wasn't sorry for what she had done just for what she was going to ask me. "I can't go to mum's or my brother's place. I need somewhere to stay, Damien. Somewhere safe." I laughed. Before I take that and more present events any further I better give some background about how we met. I was 23 and had been a policeman for four years. It was new year's eve and I was rostered to work at the naval base where they were putting on a dinner dance party for a gathering of the various services. Over the harbour the fireworks were going to be started with some jets lighting their afterburners. That was spectacular enough but all that I remember about the night was meeting Jasmin. She was there working as an unwilling volunteer caterer for the fire brigade. She wasn't a member, her mother was and had dragged her along for the evening. So Jasmin wasn't happy being kept from her friends and neither was I, though at least I was being well paid. Fortunately there wasn't an awful lot to do there. In the early part of the evening another copper and I took the car and did a patrol of the local area. But we came back in time for dinner and didn't go back out again. The only thing I didn't do was have any alcohol to drink. It was when dinner was winding up and the outdoor dance DJ started with some dance music and more volume that I noticed Jasmin. Over near where everyone had had to line up to receive their meals before going to sit at a table somewhere, this slender dark haired girl was sitting alone. She saw me looking at her but looked away, seemingly disinterested. Some sailors sitting at the table with the other copper and myself bet that I wouldn't go and ask her to dance. I was actually pretty shy at the time. I had had my share of girlfriends and loved sex as much as anyone but I was always fairly slow in asking someone out. I usually met girls through other friends of mine. I hadn't had any bad experiences and at 6' 2", and about 110kg I was fit, muscled well enough and girls had told me I was handsome. Still, the shyness from standing out as a lanky teenager was hard to shake. But when it looked like one of the half-drunk sailors was going to go and ask her to dance, the copper I was working with urged me to keep the end up for the force. I laughed, pretending to like the joking around and that got me from the table over to where she sat. When I saw her up close I nearly swallowed my tongue. She was a goddess and I was way out of my league. She was part asian, probably Chinese or Japanese I thought, as her skin seemed quite light. Mostly Aussie though. The Japanese in her just made her exotic. She was so beautiful I was amazed to find myself standing in front of her and couldn't believe my mouth was open and I was going to speak to her. It might sound funny but I was really nervous all of a sudden, much more than normally. She was wearing tight fitting jeans and a sloppy joe, not really sexy clothes at all except that the jeans showed she had lovely legs. And her apparent ignorance of her beauty and the obvious boredom in her slumped posture was alluring all by itself. When I said hello, she seemed startled, almost jumping off the seat. Her head whipped around and those beautiful eyes locked with mine. I noticed her long hair whirling around behind her and that added to the initial picture. I was caught between being stunned by her glamour and being about to laugh at having startled her. But the moment was decided already as my gaze was lost immediately in hers. Such beauty I had never imagined seeing so close. I couldn't ask her to dance, I was too nervous. So I decided to rely on my uniform to cover any lack of charm. At that time of my life I wasn't that confident. Jasmin brought that out in me as I came to know her. I asked her what she was doing there with the fierys, as we called them. Then she told me about being brought along by her mother. Then I felt more pressure, just knowing her mother was nearby probably watching the copper hitting on her daughter. I sat down across from her and talked with her for a while, mostly asking her questions. But she was smiling and answering so I was encouraged to continue. She had brilliant white teeth and a wide smile and I thought, this girl is awesome. I apologised for not asking her to dance, saying how badly co-ordinated I was. As a dancer that was true, in sport though I usually did well with whatever I decided to play. She said that was ok as she would be going soon. She was just waiting for her mother and the others to finish washing out and pack up the catering boxes. Jasmin wasn't helping any longer out of protest. I felt that since we were talking I couldn't let her just go so I took my notebook, not the official one, just the shift diary, and I asked her all of her details as if I needed a statement from her. She thought it was quite funny but went along with me. So I had her full name, address and phone number and could anything else from the computer later. She said she really wanted me to phone soon and she would be happy to go out. Then her mother came and she had to go. Her mother, oh boy was she a contrast to Jasmin. Unkindly I thought Jasmin must have been adopted. Her mother was overweight, not grossly I suppose but in a soft spongy kind of way. But her mother with her puffy wrinkled face was ugliness personified, really amazing next to Jasmin. When I checked on the work computer system before knocking off that night I found out Jasmin was only 18. I wasn't sure if I should phone her being that young. But in the end I felt compelled to, still wondering if the connection I had felt that night with her was real. I held off phoning for a few days until I knew I had a stretch of days off. When I phoned the first thing Jasmin asked me was, "What is your name?" I couldn't believe I hadn't told her. She said she and her mother had tried guessing what my name was all the way home, nearly an hour to where they lived. Damien was not one of the names they thought of. Well we laughed and everything seemed to flow along quite well after that. Jasmin and I started dating. The first time we kissed was incredible, though I felt a bit like an ice cream. She laughed a lot about that later on. Jasmin's mum was divorced since Jasmin had been about 9. Her mother turned out to be very possessive of Jasmin and the more we went out the more strict she seemed to become. I remember once that when we were 2 hours longer after a restaurant date than I thought we would be (as we were making out in the car for most of that time) Jasmin was grounded for a week. It was a week on which she was on holidays from college where she studied nursing so that week had certainly turned to poo. I was able to visit, but she wasn't allowed to go anywhere. Fortunately her mother was a good cook so it wasn't all bad news. I'll just digress for a moment. I haven't mentioned Jasmin's mother's name for a reason. It's Lorelle by the way. I just can't stand her and her interference, never have been able to. So apologies if readers like to see more names. I worked out much later that Lorelle was trying to make our meetings boring so I would lose interest in her daughter. I didn't lose interest but Lorelle certainly caused tension. At least I understood why Jasmin had only had one boyfriend before me. The makeout sessions of Jasmin and I in the car, in the cinema and at dance clubs had gotten quite heavy. The dance club scene for us was extremely limited though. We had to tell her mother we were going to a restaurant instead so the nights were early. Jasmin said her mother would certainly not have allowed her to go to a dance club. Several times I had found myself wondering if sticking it out with Jasmin was worth it. Her mother was a real pain in the arse, figuratively at least. But Jasmin was an amazing girl to be with. Whenever she smiled at me I was reminded instantly that I'm with her, not the mother and if we end up together long term her mother would be a very small (microscopic even) part of our life. Jasmin soon showed me that although she may be inexperienced she was certainly willing to enjoy herself. For a girl of virtually no experience she allowed me many liberties and the reasons for this were many. I will relate everything as I tell our story. Wherever we were Jasmin allowed me to put my hands anywhere and when we were alone it seemed that I was groping her constantly. I infrequently wondered if I was too full on in that way but she just let me do anything within some limits. But also for some reason Jasmin didn't seem to want to grab my dick through whatever clothes I happened to wear. I never thought that much about it at the time as she let me do just about anything as long as my hands were above her clothes. Her hands she tended to keep behind my back, my head or neck or at my waist. She was probably shy, I suppose. Her body was so hot though that her physical shyness didn't concern me so much. And her lovely lips, they were something else. It must have been her Japanese heritage in her lips. They were beautifully puffy and I couldn't get enough of kissing them. The fantasies I had of a night lying in bed alone had many things to do with Jasmin's lips. But we hadn't had sex and Jasmin hadn't let me under her clothes. That changed in the week she was grounded. We were both very hot for each other. I was more overt about it and she, although her polite hands told a different story, had so many smouldering, lingering looks at me that it was clear what she wanted. I had been with other girls but Jasmin hadn't had sex with the one other boyfriend that she had had before. When she was grounded for that week we had known each other for about three months. She was keen for sex and I had always been - I am a bloke remember. Of course she didn't say she wanted sex, she used to say, "I do want you to make love to me." Although she felt fantastic just to hold, fondle and kiss I was getting frustrated. She knew it and would say, "I just want the right time." During that week she was grounded I had a run of four days off. I spent every one of them there. She was that intoxicating to be around that I had no thought to catch up with any friends. As Jasmin, her younger brother and mother lived across the road from the river the two of us would have some nice walks. I would park out the front of the house, at the time I owned a calais, and we would have a good enough time, walking and holding hands, stopping often to kiss and cuddle and some talk about a future together. The second day I was over there that week and we were walking I asked Jasmin if she wanted kids one day. She said, "One day we will have kids." Hearing the emphasis she put on we at the same time as she stopped walking so we could cuddle and kiss was amazing. She felt me hard against her then. It was the first time I had let her feel my excitement. She didn't react adversely though, on the contrary she pressed herself harder against me. "I want to see it," she said. I looked around. It was about 2pm. We were in public, walking in the park next to the Parramatta River in the middle of the largest city in Australia. "Here?" "Yeah, maybe. Let me," she said, almost begging. "Over there," she pointed at a park bench seat. It was just off the path we were walking and faced the river with its back to some trees. Lust possessed me I suppose or I would never have thought of agreeing. If I was caught doing that kind of thing it would be the end of my job. We almost ran the short distance to the seat. I suppose it would have been funny to see. Jasmin sat on my leg, looked around to make sure no one was coming and then with no other hesitation, placed her hand over my groin. I had jeans on and she felt my hardness move. "Mmm," she murmured. "That's nice." Then she started on my zipper. "Jasmin," I said, alarmed as a boat was going past. "They can't see you," she said. "Don't worry." Anyone on the boat could see us both, I thought. Because of how she was sitting they might not see what she was doing but it didn't take much imagination to guess. Then her hand pushed through my fly and I felt her soft fingers go around me. I had no more argument then. Jasmin's eyes were wide and her lips were parted in excitement. I let her take me out of the fly. "Niiice," she murmured. She shifted from my leg so that she was couched before me while I still sat on the seat. I had a look around. No one was coming along the path and the boat had gone by. Maybe they didn't notice or more likely, didn't care. With her in front of me they wouldn't have seen my dick anyway. Jasmin held my dick with both of her hands. I had never been harder. She squeezed it and ran her hands all along it. "Oh, it feels lovely," she said. No argument from me. Her hands felt wonderful, not just because I was getting a handjob but because it was Jasmin that was doing it. I was circumcised and maybe that's why she thought my dick was lovely. I never asked her why she thought so. I think I just laughed. "Hard," she squeezed me causing me to groan. "But soft also. And warm. Cum for me, Damien" she said. I didn't tell her that I wasn't far from doing just that. "You feel so great," she said. It was almost a moan. "You're telling me," I said. "You can do that for as long or whenever you want." "Serious?" she asked me and her hands stopped moving on my dick. I couldn't believe she thought I might not let her. Then she took one hand away and was long stroking me with the other. She asked me if it was better with both her hands or one. I couldn't answer at that moment though because I was at my limit. "Ah, Jasmin." She guessed what was going to happen. I watched her beautiful face as I came. Her eyes watched everything, raptly taking it all in. Her gaze moved rapidly between my gasping face and my spurting dick, trying to take in everything. I saw her beautiful lips parted and her soft moist tongue moving around inside, darting out occasionally. Most of the cum spurted up between us and Jasmin leaned back to let it fall on the ground. Some went on my jeans but I wasn't worried at the time. As her hand ran up and down on one of the last strokes she pulled my dick farther from me than before. That spurt landed on her head. "Oh," was all she said. The last of my cum dribbled down on her hand. Jasmin remarked on how sticky it was. With her other hand she scraped my cum from her hair. Looking at it, she raised her fingers to her lips and took a tentative lick. I saw her expression change from wonder at what she had caused to happen to one of concentration as she thought about the taste. Eventually she said, "That came out of you. Hmmm." I couldn't say anything, just sat there amazed at what had happened. A car horn sounded from back behind us on the road somewhere and that brought me back to reality. No one could see from the road but I did hear a couple talking, walking toward us along the path. They couldn't see us through the trees, not yet, so I quickly tucked my diminishing member away, zipped up my jeans and then pulled Jasmin up on to the seat beside me. She had still been crouched before me, licking slowly at the cum on her fingers. I crossed one leg over the other to hide the wetness on my thigh. Jasmin just held her hands in her lap. A middle aged couple walking their poodles walked past. The woman smiled at me and the man stared at Jasmin. I said hello and then they had gone by. Jasmin laughed, asking me if I saw him look at her. I said I had and she said he had seen her licking her finger while she looked back at him. "You little vixen," I said. It was the first time I said that to her. After a while Little V was the nickname I called her. She loved it as it always reminded her of that day. We continued walking for a good hour before going back to her home. We stopped often to kiss and cuddle but the reason we stayed out that much longer was to let my jeans dry. When we returned to the house Jasmin's mother was fuming. For the first time she had a go at me instead of Jasmin for keeping her daughter out too long. I had had enough by then and said, "For heaven's sake. It's only four in the afternoon. We had a long walk, it's no big deal." Jasmin: The First Time I didn't want to push it with Jasmin's mother too much. Lorelle did have quite a hold over her daughter and I didn't want to risk my relationship with Jasmin. I didn't realise at the time but by not saying things to her mother, I was risking our relationship more. After that inexcusably long walk, Jasmin was told that her younger brother, David, would be coming on our walks. It was about that time that Lorelle also mentioned Graham, a guy that worked in the fire brigade that liked Jasmin. Graham apparently had Lorelle's approval. Jasmin told me later that her mother would constantly go on about him, trying to get Jasmin to go on a date with him. I could see that David, who was three years younger than Jasmin, was not at all happy about his mother's dictate. Although three years younger than Jasmin, David was already taller than her. He was on his way to being a really big bloke. I was sure he must have been asked to play rugby at school. He had the size for it. When he went upstairs in an apparent huff I was sure I saw a smirk on his face. But I dismissed it, as it just didn't fit. David was a budding astronomer though. I later learned that his telescope could see a long way along that river. That night after dinner I watched a movie with Jasmin before heading back to Bondi where I rented a flat with another copper. The third of my four days off I was back there just after breakfast. I parked in the laneway behind the terrace houses and came in the back. I knew whenever I came in the front that her mother always hurried to be downstairs while I was there. I only came in the back to annoy Lorelle as the parking was otherwise still easier on the street out the front. Jasmin was still in her bedclothes when she opened the door to me. All she had on was a long t-shirt. For the first time I saw how pointed her nipples were. There weren't just small bumps in the white material of the t-shirt. Her nipples were really pushing it out. My eyes were riveted. "Damien," she whispered. "My face is up here." "I know that," I whispered back but my eyes stayed focused on her nipples. I understood by her whispering that her mother was upstairs. Hopefully her brother also. I took her in my arms and we enjoyed a long kiss. She let one of my arms come back around in front of her and my hand grasped her breast. Anytime else I had felt her breasts she always had a bra on and I knew now that she kept her bras well padded. Now though she let my hand freely roam over what were then her B cup size breasts. When I felt her nipple I couldn't believe the length of it, at least an inch. And it grew bigger as I fondled her. Jasmin seemed to wilt against me. I saw that her tongue was on her lips and her breathing was ragged. Wow, her nipples were very sensitive. I would never forget that. Jasmin was almost limp in my arms as I played with her nipples. And I was becoming harder by the moment. My other hand trailed down her back and under the t-shirt. She didn't stop me and my hand was on her arse over her panties. Jasmin's arse was firm and sensationally shaped. "Oh, Damien," she was almost pleading but wasn't trying to stop me in any way. "Mum might see." The mother. My hands and little head were almost in total control of my actions. But the thought of her mother seeing us like this was the only thing that caused me to stop and think with my big head. If she saw us it would probably be over. I didn't think then that Jasmin was mentally strong enough to choose me over her secure home life. Jasmin slowly calmed down. I watched her eyes. They were laden with desire and I knew if we could find an opportunity she was more than willing to take things much further. When her breathing was under control, she murmured, "Later. If we can." Then louder she said, "I'm going upstairs to change. See you in a minute." The stairs went directly up sideways from the back door. Jasmin looked back when she was half way up. Seeing that I was watching those lovely legs of hers she stopped. She lifted the back of the t-shirt up over her arse as I watched. My tongue fell virtually to the tiled floor. The white panties she had on were normal cotton panties but at that moment they were the sexiest piece of clothing in the world for me. Her bare legs were stunning, well toned from the netball she used to play. And her bum was beautiful, a firm bubble butt. Jasmin looked back up the stairs and around the top. Then she turned around to face me and lifted the t-shirt higher, up over her breasts. It was a brief flash only as she dropped the material at once, turned and skipped up the rest of the stairs. I was left there frozen to the spot as I tried to keep a snapshot of that moment locked in my memory. Jasmin's panties were not see through but I could still see the darker patch where her bush was. I remember thinking that perhaps she kept it trimmed. Then I was lost to the sight of her glorious tits. Jasmin's flesh was creamy, almost white and without blemish. Her perky breasts were the same as what I had seen labelled in magazines as sun seeker tits. They were definitely a B cup size with the nipples high on her breasts. Those nipples were a very light brown colour and as long as I had felt them to be. "Heaven," was all I could say to myself when she was gone from sight. "That is heaven." Well the walk that morning with her brother following after us was incredibly frustrating. After perhaps ten minutes David said, "I'll stay back, ok?" Jasmin thanked him. She was wearing a knee length skirt, sneakers and a simple blouse. Now that I knew how fantastic her tits were I looked for a sign of her nipples. But she must have had the padded bra and I couldn't see any sign of them. How frustrating. For some reason I looked back where we had walked. Where we were located then you couldn't see their terrace. A unit block obscured the view. David was as good as his word, or so it seemed. He pretty much left Jasmin and I alone. We smooched and carried on with each other. Her hands still didn't wander but she had no problem allowing mine to. Around her body with my left hand I placed it upon her breast. She let me but her nipple I could not feel. "We should sit down somewhere," she said. I looked back at David. He was having a conversation on his mobile with someone. It was one of the then new Motorola flip phones that a friend of mine also had. David was talking excitedly about something and was ignoring us. We had already passed the area where Jasmin had given me a handjob the previous day. Soon we came to the end of the park on that side of the river. There were some old locked warehouses after that where fishermen often tried their luck. After the warehouses you would come to a fence that enclosed a commercial estate. We could either go across the river and through the park the other side back toward her house or we could turn back here. Jasmin had another idea. Taking me by the arm, she pulled me off the path and up the stairs to the first warehouse. Jasmin turned back and called to her brother. When he came closer she told him we were just going to look around the warehouses and see what fish were being caught. David didn't appear very interested but Jasmin told him not to follow us just for good measure. Fortunately for us there were very few fishermen around. Jasmin certainly wasn't interested in looking at fish either. She checked along the first and the second warehouse for an unlocked door or some way in. There wasn't any. Every entrance was well chained and padlocked. At the far side of the second warehouse she said, "This will do us," and pulled me down beside her next to an old empty skip bin, like some of those a local council might use but without the lid. So next to that we couldn't be seen from the riverfront. Only people walking in from the street and up onto the warehouse platform would see us. Even so we were very exposed there on the hard concrete against the warehouse wall. Jasmin didn't care apparently. Her mouth fastened to mine and then I didn't care either, just wryly thinking how juvenile it all seemed. Here I was, a copper and behaving like a teenager. But what else were we to do? Jasmin wasn't allowed to go anywhere and these walks were at least away from her mother. All those considerations left my mind when I felt her hand on my crotch. I pulled Jasmin back onto the concrete with me and we were lying down then. I dropped one hand onto her calf, my other arm holding her against me. Jasmin pulled her leg up over my hip as her hands continued to knead my dick through my jeans. Then she was pulling the zipper down. My hand gloried with feeling the bare skin of her leg. I traced her silky flesh up over her knee and onto her thigh. Jasmin's reaction; nothing but a sigh of encouragement as she let my hand travel up her leg. I tried not to hurry, being sure to caress every inch of flesh I felt. I had just gone over her knee to her velvet thigh when Jasmin's hand found my dick and pulled me out of the open zipper. My hand travelled quickly over her thigh then and under her skirt. She only encouraged me with a moan as I roamed over her panty-clad bum. Her soft hands were jerking my dick and she was saying again how niiice she thought my dick was. "I want to kiss it," she said. I was all for that. It had long been one of the dreams I had of Jasmin. I hadn't forgotten where we were though and I kept looking around to see if anyone was there. No one was though, at least at that moment. Anyway I was turned sideways and away, facing the warehouse wall so even if someone saw us they wouldn't immediately see what we were doing. They would know of course but at least they wouldn't see unless they came close. Surely I would hear that, I thought. Jasmin lifted her leg up, making it easier for my hand on her bum to go under her. I took the invitation and felt the dampness of her panties. As I rubbed the spot she moaned. "Damien, I want your dick inside me," she said. "But not here." Her lips were nearly on my dick. I could hardly wait. My fingers lifted the side of her panties and I slipped a finger underneath to search for her slit. I found dampened hair at the juncture of her thigh. "The first time has to be a bed," she breathed. "But now I can taste you." "Crickey," came an unwanted voice. I looked up with Jasmin to see David peering around the abandoned skip at us. He could see exactly what we were doing. "Get away," Jasmin shrieked. She jumped up and David ran back a few meters. Incredibly embarrassed I put my dick away, zipped my jeans up and stood. I was going to talk with him when Jasmin said, "Don't, I'll do it. He's my brother." She grabbed his arm and walked away with David to the riverfront. After a few minutes she came back. He stayed there, watching me to see if I was going to chase him. I didn't know I scared him that much. Jasmin said she made a deal with him to keep quiet. She would do his chores for the next week. She also said with a grin that she had another idea. If we headed back now we would be back earlier than we had said. With the brownie points she thought that would score with her mother, Jasmin was hoping that we could all go to the cinema. David wanted to see the new Terminator 2 movie. Jasmin said she had arranged with him that we would all go to the movie but that David would go and sit somewhere by himself. Jasmin said when it was dark in the cinema and David looked engrossed in the movie we would sneak out to the car. I loved the plan, not caring how juvenile it was. If it worked, Jasmin and I would have more than an hour alone in the car together and her mother would be none the wiser. There were plenty of things I anticipated doing with her in the Calais. So we headed back. I was amazed. Lorelle thought it was great that I was willing to take David to the movies with us. So we looked at the paper and found a suitable session that afternoon. I suggested we leave early and I would shout David a takeaway lunch as well. That earned more points with Jasmin's mother. I even got a smile from her, really startling me. Jasmin was very happy, showing that wide grin of brilliant white teeth. We had a fairly amiable lunch then, quite a change from Jasmin's frosty silences with her mother that I had seen for the past few days. After lunch for a while we played monopoly on David's computer in his room upstairs until Jasmin left to get dressed for the movie. She stopped in the doorway of David's room and when she knew I was looking she began a little disco dance to some music only she could hear. Watching me, she licked those lovely lips while running her hands up her sides and then down past her thighs, moving her hips from side to side. She mimed some words from a song and then extended her slender arm to point a finger at me. She stopped her little dance then, mouthed the words, "I love you," at me, sneered at her brother and then skipped away to her own room. I loved that spontaneity in her. I remember, after we had been going out for a couple of weeks when she said she wanted sex but in a bed the first time, I asked her why she wasn't the archetypal blushing virgin, why she seemed so much naughtier than any girlfriend I had in the past. We were in the cinema at the time and I can't remember the film. Her response was mind blowing for me. She said, "But unlike them I want to keep you. And I like being naughty for you." She was blushing while she said it. I had my hand on her jeans covered thigh at the time. She opened her legs for me in obvious invitation then. "Go on," she murmured. Up to that point Jasmin had never said what she wanted me to do. It was the first time she asked me to feel her pussy. Usually she just let me do whatever I wanted as long as it was on top of her clothes. Of course I felt her up for the rest of the movie. Her light blue jeans had an obvious damp patch when the movie was over. I suggested we go out the back and down to Chinatown when I saw it. But Jasmin pulled me out onto George Street when we left. There were many people around. As usual she attracted her share of hungry looks. I don't know if anyone saw the wetness between her legs but it was all I could think of. But I digress. While she was in the bathroom having a shower David showed me some of his prized possessions, his powerful telescope and some thunderbird Dinky toys that he was trying to collect. I remembered having one when I was younger, but he had that one and another one called thunderbird 1. He said a friend had been to England and had most of the others but wouldn't trade any to him. I was pretty bored and Jasmin saved me by finishing in the bathroom. Since I had a change of clothes with me I took the opportunity for a shower before we went. David didn't bother but that was no problem for his sister or me. After I showered and threw on a pair of trousers and a shirt I was pretty much ready to go. Jasmin was in a beautiful satiny off the shoulder blue dress that came down to mid calf. Unfortunately her nipples were hidden but I supposed that was also for her mum to see (or not to). She had white two inch heels on to complete her attire. Both she and I thanked her mother for allowing her out. We had Chinese takeaway before we drove on into the cinema complex. David didn't seem to mind the extra distance walk in we had to make as I parked well away from the other cars. It was undercover parking so I was confident no one would see us in the car when we came back to fool around. In the cinema we made note where David went and took seats to the side and above where he was. The opening scene was pretty awesome and Jasmin was sure he would be totally into the movie and not see us leave. I looked back as we headed out the exit and sure enough he seemed glued to the screen. Jasmin and I didn't waste any time back at the car and went straight to the rear seat. Her soft lips opened like a flower under mine and her tongue waited to greet mine with frustrated passion. "I want to taste you," she said when our lips separated for needed air. "You just did," I said. She just giggled and reached for my belt. I sat back and let Jasmin work my trousers down. She decided that to my knees was far enough and then pulled my boxers down. My dick was erect and waiting for her. Jasmin stroked me a few times while her other hand played with my balls. She was getting pretty good at it. "Now if no one is around," she said and had a look outside the car. When she said, "Good," it was partly muffled by her lips going over my dick. I lay back and enjoyed being in her wet mouth. What she lacked in experience, Jasmin certainly made up for with enthusiasm. Her tongue was slurping all over my dick. I always found it difficult to cum just from a blowjob but despite the occasional scrapes on her teeth the feelings I had for Jasmin were going to ensure that I came. I kept telling her how good it felt in her mouth. She tried to say a couple of things but around my dick the words were unintelligible. She was able to get about half of me in her mouth before she gagged. I didn't force her to take more than that. Why would I? She was certainly willing to do anything so far and it was greeeat... My hands were unzipping the back of her dress. Jasmin momentarily took her mouth off of my dick to say, "No, Damien. No playing with my titties. If you do that then I'll be giving you my virginity here in the car. I want the first time in bed, ok?" Then she took my dick in her hands, running them around my slick member while she waited for my answer. She did not wait long though before lowering her mouth back onto my dick. She took me in a little far and gagged a bit. After a cough she was alright and continued to suck me. Once more her tongue was busy. It was impossible to argue otherwise while she did that. "Yes alright," I said finally. And I relaxed back against the door. "Show me where that bed is." She let my dick out of her mouth so I could understand what she wanted to say. Jasmin slowly wanked me while she seemed to be thinking. "We'll work something out," she said eventually. "You'll see. Now you can finger my pussy. But not too far ok?" "Yes, ok," I said. Of course I agreed. She was going to let me finger her. Well I had never managed that before. With any luck she would also let me eat her. I was not usually that enthusiastic about going down on chicks but Jasmin I just wanted to eat alive. Jasmin kicked her shoes off and shifted about on the seat so her legs were up near my head. She was on all fours next to where I was lying back. As her mouth went back down on my dick I pushed her dress up over her legs. She had on another pair of small white panties. I determined I would have to make it a priority to buy her some lingerie. But meanwhile the sight of her like that was enough to bring me close to blowing. "Careful," I warned her as my hands roamed her arse. 'I'll cum soon." Jasmin showed no sign of pulling up. If anything her tongue seemed to swirl around my dick even more enthusiastically. She sucked even harder on me as well. I tried not to think about what that meant and hooked my fingers under her panties. Slowly I eased them over her bum and down her thighs, caressing her as I did so. If I thought I could smell her before the scent released as those panties came down was astounding. The sight of her pussy so closely revealed with the brown star above was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Before I could do anything else I felt the semen well up from my balls. I called her name, actually it was more a groan, as I came in her mouth. I think my eyes were shut as I spurted and spurted into her throat. Jasmin choked once but then was swallowing everything I gave her. After a blissful eternity that was not anywhere near long enough she took her mouth off of my dick. Jasmin: The First Time "Mmm," she sighed. When she finished swallowing she said, "That was good. You're kind of salty but I love it." "Jazz," I said, "that was greeeat. You made me feel... Well you know how I felt." She giggled. Then she looked past me to the window. "Did you see anyone while we did that?" she asked. "No," I said but didn't tell her my eyes were shut at the end. I scrambled up to a sitting position and looked out and around from the window. There was no one thank goodness. Jasmin looked outside the other side window and shook her head no, there was no one there also. "I must have imagined it," she said. My mind was still really on her oral skills. She didn't deep throat me but Jasmin was otherwise as good as any blowjob I had ever had. "I'm not complaining," I said, "but how did you know how to do that?" She never took offence like I might have been suggesting she was a cock slut. Jasmin just took everything I said at face value. I guess in a way that showed quite a bit of trust in me. "Girls talk, you know," she said. "Linda's been having sex with Craig for years and Gloria has had a few guys as well." "Ok," I said. I was thinking that I better not disappoint any of the expectations she may have had from listening to those girls. Jasmin was pressing my chest. "Lie back down, Damien. I want to swallow more of your cum." This gal was awesome. There was no way I was going to let her go. "Vixen for sure. Come here," I said, turning her as best I was able. "Your turn now. Bring me that wet pussy." Jasmin blushed which I hadn't seen before. She turned back away from me and didn't say anything or move for a few moments. Then she pushed her bum back towards me. I lifted her nearest leg over me to the floor and brought my mouth up to her pussy. I had never really liked eating chicks but Jasmin's pussy was better tasting than any. And after what she had done for me there was no way I couldn't reciprocate. I let myself start with a count to ten and then I settled into the alphabet. She collapsed on me almost immediately, her leg pushing into the door and then bending so her foot slid up the window. I felt her tongue on my dick and it twitched for her. Then with her hand and mouth I was soon rigid again. As her mouth closed back over my dick my tongue was as far inside her as I could get. She really was lovely. Everything about Jasmin was just great. One of my hands held her up far enough that I could breathe when I needed to. The other hand I was using to finger her as I set my tongue to working on her clit. Jasmin let my dick out of her mouth and the moans of pleasure were fantastic to hear. There was a flash of light from behind me and then another. Jasmin had her eyes shut as she orgasmed on my mouth but I knew it was a camera. I tried to push her off of me. There were no other flashes as she pushed herself up on her elbows. "Oh, Damien," she said. "That was just-" "Jasmin, someone took photos." Then I saw someone at the window on her side. Three more flashes went off in quick succession. The camera must have had an action or sports setting that allowed rapid photography. Jasmin shrieked. "You bastard," she yelled. She was pushing her door open as I frantically tried to pull my trousers up. Jasmin almost fell out of the door. I called for her to wait, not knowing anything about who might be outside. I was much more fearful for her safety than worried about some arsehole getting some free photos. That pissed me off sure but Jasmin was much too important to me for her to just go out of the car like that. "It's David," she called back. I was flabbergasted. The little prick, I thought. I couldn't help chase him as I was half undressed. By the time I had my trousers up and was jumping out of the door without my shoes on, Jasmin was near the entrance to the car park. There I saw her slip on a grease puddle. She was pretty athletic though and managed to slide to a stop without falling over. There was no sign of David but he must have gone that way. I ran over to where Jasmin was. She hadn't run out of the car park after him because she didn't have shoes on and the road out of the cinema car park was gravel. She said she saw him go into the Westfield mall. I ran back to the car for our shoes. Then we went down to the mall, hoping to find him quickly. There was quite a number of shops inside as well as several department and grocery stores. The place was big. We were lucky though and found him about ten minutes later. Jasmin wanted to punch him (I had shown her some self-defence) but knew she couldn't. Besides that, he was bigger than her though it never stopped her from having a go at him from what I had seen. Perhaps that was because she thought I would help her if he ever retaliated. "Too late, sis," he said with a grin at us both. "The film's in the lab and you owe me big time if you don't want mum seeing it." "You little shit," I said. "How much do you want to sell the photos and the negatives to me?" "Hmmm," the little bastard gloated. "Fifty bucks to buy them, plus ten for the processing." "You are a shit," said Jasmin. "I nearly fell over. I think I lost some skin from my heel." "Well you should have known you wouldn't catch me." He was certainly unrepentant. "Serves you right for fooling around." Jasmin tried to slap David then but he dodged under and out of reach. I took some money from a nearby ATM and we waited for the hour to pass so we could get the film. "You missed your movie, jerk off," I said as he took us to the shop he had used. "I saw it with Mal last week," he said, laughing. "You're just easy money, copper man." One day, I swore to myself, David would pay for this. At the photo shop the attendant said they weren't quite finished. I looked at the time and maybe we were a little earlier than an hour since David had left them. He went back to where a girl was waiting for photos being run out of the machine. He looked back at Jasmin as he went and I knew then they already had some. Jasmin's face was still coloured when the guy and the girl working came to the counter. She looked me over and the guy looked at Jasmin again. I was getting angrier. I handed David $50 and $10 to the guy, standing in front of Jasmin as I did so. The guy assured me that all the photos were in the packet. Jasmin grabbed the packet from me and we left the shop. Before we went back to the car we both used the nearest restrooms and tidied ourselves up. "Oh, putrescence man," complained David as he got in the back seat. "All I can smell is you guys." "Get a lungful, you shit," I said. "She's your sister and I've tried to be your friend, man." David laughed. "Yeah well. Even a friend can make me some money." On the way back to her home, Jasmin took the photos out. There was only the five of us in the car plus other astronomy photos that David had taken. Jasmin carefully had a look at the negatives and made sure she had our five. Then she tossed the other photos and negatives to David in the back. The photos of us she showed me and then put back in the packet, which she then stuffed in her purse. I said she should just burn them. Jasmin said she liked them and knew where to hide them. I had my reservations but she assured me no one, not her mother or her shit younger brother would find them. I still thought it was a bad idea and said she should leave them with me or destroy them. Jasmin wasn't having any of that though and surprised me by giving me a big smile and then a kiss. David told his mother how good we were by taking him to see such a fine movie when we returned. It seemed I was still in her good books. Lorelle didn't once mention that Graham bloke for the rest of the evening, at least until I left to go home. I came back the next day of course. It was just after breakfast again. I would get there earlier but with peak hour traffic going across Sydney to get there before breakfast would mean I would need to leave Bondi at about 5am. Unfortunately Lorelle was already up. She was doing some loads of washing, or at least getting Jasmin to do them. Jasmin was dressed in a long skirt and blouse, looking quite demure actually. I helped her to put one load out and then we went back inside to wait for the second load. Her mother was upstairs, sewing Jasmin said. "You know, if we wait to use a bed we might have to be married first," she said. Whoa, the M word. I was sure I loved Jasmin, but marriage? That I was not ready for even if she wouldn't have sex until then. But I didn't really believe that was the case. I didn't say anything. Jasmin looked at the washing machine and moved back against it. "David's out with his mates," she said, licking her lips. That was all the hint I needed. I lifted her up onto the washing machine and our tongues were quickly entwined. Jasmin pulled my shirt up and I let her take it off me. I didn't ask any questions, just went along. Her mother be damned. My hands were shaking as I tugged on her skirt. She lifted her bum up so I could pull the skirt down and off her legs. Jasmin had no panties on. I could smell her arousal and it enflamed me. With my fingers working in her, Jasmin was tugging my belt free and then quickly worked the button on my trousers loose. She almost broke the zipper in her haste to have my pants off. Finally she allowed me to remove that blouse. She still wore a well padded bra but she had that undone and thrown on the floor very quickly. (Later it took ages to find one of those pads.) At last I had my hands on those beautiful breasts and nipples again. Just like the first time, Jasmin swooned as my fingers tweaked her nipples. She moaned and was like putty in my hands even as my mouth closed over one tumescent nipple. Those nipples were incredible. I think I could suck on them for ever they are that nice. Jasmin finally pulled my mouth off of her nipples but only shared her tongue briefly before pushing my mouth back to her breast. She was quite frenzied. My fingers were busy in her pussy, which was exceptionally wet. I remember briefly thinking that her mother would know immediately what had gone on whenever she came downstairs. I expected that the smell of our sex would permeate from the laundry through the kitchen and into the lounge dining room. The laundry adjoined the kitchen and was quite long with a drier in there also for wet weather. With that in mind I quickly stepped back and slid the adjoining door to the kitchen shut. With the noise that came from us soon after I was grateful for that shut door. Jasmin was looking at me in such a heated way it was marvellous. It made me feel like a god. I quickly returned my mouth to her tits and my hands to her sex. With not much more stimulation she began orgasming. I hadn't even been inside her yet. She moaned loudly and had to bite on her hand to keep quiet. There were teeth marks there when most of her shudders had subsided and she pulled me off of her breast again. "Fuck me now," she moaned. Jasmin's eyes, her whole expression was wild, elemental. With one hand I pulled her to the edge of the washing machine. My other held her by the throat just to keep her still she was writhing around so much. But she groaned then even more and I thought, she's getting off on that as well. I had never treated her with any roughness before. She seemed to like it so I squeezed her throat and slid my hand up and down on her neck several times. She was gasping but I could see the undiminished desire in her eyes. Feverishly, Jasmin helped guide me to her pussy. I knew she was a virgin but I'd never been with a virgin before. I just pushed slowly and it took a few jabs as she writhed around to have my head lodged in her pussy. Jasmin gasped and gasped again as I drove slowly in. Little gasps came from her over and over as she lifted her hips in slow accompaniment as I pushed in. After a bit I felt my dick go in more easily. Her pussy spasmed around me. The feeling was just incredible. I've never felt anything like it except with her. Then I felt the top of her womb against my dick. Looking down I saw that I was nearly the whole way in her. Just seeing where her pussy clenched my dick almost made me cum. I took some deep breaths to calm myself. There was no way I wanted to blow then. Jasmin was doing the same thing. I watched her breasts rise and fall as her breathing seemed to mirror mine. I took my hand from her throat and returned some attention to those incredible nipples. I grasped one firmly and pulled away from her. Jasmin suppressed a squeal I think. Her head lolled back and she pushed her chest forward, urging me to do it again. Still gripping the nipple I twisted it slowly and pulled. The breath rushed from Jasmin's body and she convulsed against me. My dick was completely buried in her as she grinded against me. I left that nipple and twisted on the other without pulling it. She urged me to do more. "Pull my nipples... Oh, hurt me," she hissed. I left the relatively unharmed nipple alone and returned to the other, angry red one. That nipple I squeezed hard and pulled back and forth. Jasmin's breathing was no more than one gasp after another. Then she moved against me, her hips lifting and rolling forward slowly at first and then quicker. As we rocked together I felt myself connect again and again with her pelvis. I was all the way in and it felt like my dick was jammed in a furnace. It was certainly better than any heaven I could imagine. "You feel so good," she gasped out. "Likewise," I groaned. My breathing was none too steady either. Then there was no talk. As the washing machine thrummed beneath her our bodies rocked against each other. I punished one breast and its awesome nipple and then did the same to the other one I had purposely ignored before. Soon she was cumming again. This time she bit into my shoulder. It was very painful and I groaned aloud, trying mightily not to yell out. Then I was cumming also. Jasmin pulled her head back and our gazes locked together as she came again. Her head lolled back once more, her eyes so wide with desire and then she slumped forward over me. Beneath us the washing machine had stopped. I didn't think we had been going so long but both of us were sweaty from our exertions. Jasmin's legs clung around my waist as I stepped back. "We have to do that again A S A P," she said, finally letting her legs slide down mine to the tiled floor. I could not believe the length of her glorious nipples and couldn't get enough of them. She wouldn't let me touch them at that moment though, saying they were just too sensitive. Everything about her was just incredible. No way did I ever want to lose this girl. There was some blood between her legs, on me and the helpful washing machine but not as much as I had feared. It took us about ten minutes to finally get dressed. Her second pad had been kicked under the washer. I opened the window at the end of the laundry then, hoping to air the place out before Jasmin's mother came downstairs.