Chapter 547 Neglected Black Housewife: 27

• "Seriously, please don't censor what you say, Jasmine. I'm sorry I suggested we have sex. It won't happen again." I tell her, as she folds herself into my arms and I squeeze her tightly against me. Her breasts pressing through the thin material of tank top and bra feel wonderful against my chest and I command my body not to spoil the moment. She breaks the embrace, just before my cock gives me away.
• "I'll see you Monday, Mike." Jasmine says, turning to walk back to her house. Damn! I'm doing just what she said I'd do, trying to make this more than friendship. But come on! She's the one talking about how horny she is, what am I suppose to do? Fuck!
• Sunday is pretty much consumed with homework, laundry and a late shift at the bookstore. By the time I meet Jasmine, after cheerleading practice on Monday, I've resigned myself to being her confidant and sounding board, but never her lover.