Started up writing again! This is what I wrote - continuing one of my WIPs (Works In Progress) - MAKE IT RAINE: The Jasmine Chronicles. If you bought MAKE IT RAINE, then JASMINE is the same story told from Jasmine's perspective. After RAINE, people wanted to know more about Jasmine and her relationship to Ian - so this is their story. This is one of the scenes from RAINE, but told in Ian's voice, where it was told in Jasmine's voice in the original version. Tell me what you think...
The next couple days flew by. Our telephone conversations were sometimes deep, sometimes flirty. We usually texted, sure – most people in our generation did – but ever so often we’d actually speak to each other over the phone. One night, I got in the mood to hear her voice and picked up the phone to call her. I knew we’d already talked just before she left work – but some cravings can’t be ignored.
“Hello, beautiful,” I crooned into the headset when she answered
“Hey sugar,” she replied, “How was your day?”
“Didn’t you ask me that just before I left work today?”
“Yes,” she answered, laughing, “But this is night-time. A lot could have happened between 4:30 and 9:30.”
“You’re crazy, you know that?” I shook my head, incredulous. Her laugh was infectious. I always loved to hear her laugh.
“So I’ve been told,” she shot back, cheekily.
I thought about my afternoon. I had been going over some plans with my dad to help him renovate a section of their house. I heard my dad mention something about painting – I think they wanted to make one of the old bedrooms into a study or something.
“My afternoon was pretty cool. I came home pretty early and just had a talk with my parents about some stuff they wanted done to the house.”
“Oooh, a handyman! That’s kinda hot...”
“What dirty thoughts do you have in that pretty little head of yours?”
“Who? Me?” I could picture her, big eyed in feigned innocence. I grinned.
“Yes you. And drop the ‘innocent’ act. Nothing ‘bout you innocent.” I know my sarcasm came out in my voice, which dropped an octave unintentionally. I felt the shift in the atmosphere. We were both turned on…
“Well, if I’m not so innocent, you should come over and discipline me.” Her voice dripped honey; her intentions as sinful as a cougar intending to take the innocence of a virgin by force. There was nothing innocent about that voice. My dick got hard immediately. You want to play, little girl? Let’s play.
“Just now, just now” I said, “Actually, since tonight is short notice, let’s make Friday night our next date. Gives me time to prepare.”
“Prepare for what, Mr. Man?”
“Well if I tell you, it would spoil the surprise, wouldn’t it?” My voice was silk stroking her ears, she had me going hot; it was time to return the favour. I heard her moan in naked desire and I grinned lustily.
“What are you wearing?” I asked, voice low and amorous.
“My nightshirt.” I could tell she was trying to play hard to get and not give me any more information. “You?”
“I’m just in my boxers.” I replied, voice thick with the need to ravage her until her cries woke the neighbours.
I heard her moan again. Yessssss, my inner voice murmured.
“Take off your night shirt,” I commanded.
“Yes, baby,” She replied. A few seconds later, “It’s off.”
“What are you wearing now?”
“My bright yellow thong I had on earlier.” Fuck, my inner voice moaned. I could almost picture her in it.
“Send me a pic…” I just had to see her. A few seconds later, my Whatsapp flashed and I saw Jasmine spread out with this wickedly tiny yellow thong struggling desparately to keep her swollen labia hidden from view. I let out a moan of my own. I contemplated switching to video-chat but I didn’t want to stop the flow, so I decided to leave it audio only for the time being.
I switched back to the call and growled seductively, “Take your finger and stick it in your pussy and taste it.”
I listened intently. Sure enough, I could hear Jasmine slurping. That got me turned on even more.
“How’s it taste?” I asked, barely able to control my rising libido.
“It’s sweet,” she replied, teasing me with a whisper, “you need to come and taste it.”
“Don’t worry, I will.” I closed my eyes, visualizing the scene I was describing. “Stroke your pussy for me, babe. Take a finger and circle your clit for me.”
Jasmine immediately started breathing heavier. I could picture her right now – legs spread obscenely and her finger repeatedly dipping into her essence before rubbing her center with measured circles. Her breath was ragged as she moaned my name, “Oh, Ian….” I lost it. My hand went to my boxers and pulled out my thick rod, stiff and angry, begging for release. I started stroking myself with the rhythm of her moans.
“Feel my dick at your entrance, Jazzie. Do you want me inside you?”
“Oh fuck… yessssssss…..” her voice was hissing with building release.
“Push your finger inside you slowly.” I was merciless. “Picture my hard, thick dick going straight in….”
A strangled moan came to my ears over the phone. I stroked my dick with slow, measured movements, fighting the urge to beat my meat with the passion I felt inside. No… there will be time for that. I forced myself to stay in control.
My voice got even deeper as my lust continued to take over. “My hands are on your breasts as I slip inside you. I’m pulling on your nipples now…”
I heard the faint buzz of a toy. I don’t know why, but that sound made me even more aroused. I was so hot I was convinced the bed beneath me was going to spontaneously combust. My resolve broke and I started stroking my dick harder, imagining I was repeatedly plunging in and out of Jasmine’s tight sopping pussy. That thought made me moan all the louder.
“Ohhhhhhh Jazzie….” I was panting out the words. “I have my thick, hard dick in my hands and I’m fucking you with it right now… so good… so wet … so tight…. Ohhhhhh fuckkkkk….”
I heard her close to breaking point as well. “Oh Ian…. Oh fuck…. oh God…Ian …. Ian…. Iannnnnnnnnnnnnn! I cumminggggggggggg!” She screamed my name as she came and that sent me over the edge. With loud grunts, my cum shot out in ropes, staining the bed with a massive wet spot.
“Ohhhhhh rasssssssssssssssssssshollllleeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!” I shouted as my body exploded in a kaleidoscope of sensations. My whole body shook until I was spent, and then I lay there, limp and unresponsive for a few minutes. I think Jasmine felt exactly the same because it was some while before she could speak herself.
“I – I – I didn’t see that coming!” she finally panted.
“Damn,” I replied, shakily. “Neither did I!”
“I think I’ll spend a long night recovering from that!” she said. There was a weak smile in her voice, and I smiled too. “Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure.”
“No,” she countered, “It was our pleasure. I believe we came together!” This made us break into peals of laughter.
“Yes, you right about that!” I chortled. “Get some rest, babe. Good night…”
“Good night, you sexy man you!” she replied, as we said our goodbyes.
I lay there, panting, reliving everything that happened. I was too mellow now to move and clean up. Promising to change the sheets in the morning, I wiped my hands in an as yet untouched part of the bed sheet, turned onto my side away from the wet spot and fell into a deep satisfying slumber.