Morning Love
All characters in this story are completely fictional and over the age of eighteen. Both parties are consenting adults. I hope you enjoy the story as it was based off an experience of my own! Happy Reading 😊
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Jasmine stood on the doorstep of her old house. It was her first home away from her parents. The four-bedroom house was shared with three people, including herself. At least until June, when the lease ran out and she was evicted. She found a two-bedroom apartment nestled on campus of a college. This apartment was almost perfect because it was close to her best friend's house, who was still at her old house. She had a panic attack that morning and was seeking an active listener. She grabbed the doorknob and turned it, only for it to stop mid turn.
"Shit" she cursed underneath her breath.
Reaching back into her pocket, she looked for her old key to unlock the door. The new roommates kept the house locked, but they granted her the privilege to come in and out whenever. She still couldn't find the key on her key ring. She finally stomped to the back door of the house which is always kept unlocked. With a silent turn, the back door gave way to her. Her best friend's door was shut, but she could hear the tv faintly playing in the background.
She tapped lightly on the door three times. She heard a response from inside the room. Opening the door, she saw her best friend, Alexia, and her dog, Alvie. Alex sat up as she entered the room.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Alex asked.
As that question fell upon her ears, she started sobbing. Her shoulders tremored as her lip quivered. Alex grabbed her face and looked deep into her eyes. Their eyes met and stayed connected as the house around them grew silent and still. She knew in that moment that she was safe with her best friend. Alex grabbed her pipe and herbs. She quickly loaded the one hitter pipe and handed it to Jasmine. Jasmine shakily pulled the pipe away from Alex. She flicked the lighter a few times trying to get it to ignite. She was quicky getting frustrated with the lighter.
Alex offered a helping hand since Jasmine was too frazzled to properly ignite the lighter. Holding the pipe up to her lips, Alex lit the herbs. Jasmine pulled a long hit off the pipe relishing in the burning of her throat. No matter how hard she hits the pipe, Jasmine always loved the burning sensation in her throat. She felt the smoke invade her lungs as her chest tightened. Holding the smoke in for a few seconds, she exhaled slowly. Her face was starting to relax, and she could feel the tension release from her body. The burden was physically lifted but her mind was still reeling. Handing the pipe back to her best friend, she started venting about her financial problems she was experiencing.
She was currently unemployed due to her crippling anxiety and depression. Jasmine had a harsh childhood growing. She had her own sack of demons that taunted her daily. Whether it was from the sexual abuse to the emotional neglect she felt as a child, Jasmine had a challenging time dealing with her emotions. She had always used her friends as outlets for her emotions, which always drew them away in the end. Alex was different than the rest. She also had her own demons but was always willing to lend a shoulder to anyone in need. She helped everyone that crossed her path, whether they were strangers or not.
Alex sat back and lit a cigarette as Jasmine continued about her troubles. She had told her that her boyfriend, Cameron was still at her apartment asleep. She was having trouble sleeping due to the worry that was on repeat in her head. She had snuck out early morning to release some stress and anxiety. Jasmine's mom was always stressing about money when she was a kid. She was afraid that her mother's worry had influenced a lot of her financial problems today.
Alex agreed that her mom did not set positive emotions or habits when it came to money. Jasmine family lived paycheck to paycheck. She remembered the pantry being empty but the house being redecorated. There was always new electronics and furniture being brought into the home, but the necessities were only met fifty percent of the time. Her childhood had taught her a distorted view of reality. She always formed relationships with toxic men, and she did not respect her self-worth. She often viewed herself as damaged luggage. Jasmine was struggling physically, mentally, and emotionally. Her chakras were closed off, and her inner child was still hurting.
After the discussion, Jasmine stood up feeling lighter than air. Her burdens were lifted temporarily, and she was grateful for Alex. She said her goodbyes to her twin flame and gave her pitbull counterpart a belly rub before sneaking off to her car. The drive back to her apartment was only a five-minute commute. It was still early in the morning. The birds were starting to sing their morning hymns as the sun started to break through the pink and orange sky.
Pulling into her campus apartment, she saw a red Cardinal sitting on her balcony. Her great grandmother was a Cardinal fanatic. Her house always had red Cardinal décor in every room. When her Nan died, she inherited a necklace with a small red bird pendant. It always laid on her chest between her breasts. The pendant gave her peace and comforted her whenever the darkness started to creep in. Anytime a red Cardinal popped into her life, even if it was for a fleeting moment, she was convinced it was her Nan. She smiled to herself as she pulled into a parking spot.
Hearing her car beep after locking the doors, she rushed up the staircase and to her door. Slowly inserting the key into the door, she quietly unlocked it. She made sure not to disturb Cameron as he was snoring lightly in her bed. Changing back into her silky blue night gown, she slipped between the sheets. She snuggled into Cameron welcoming his body heat to warm up her cold skin. Cameron's face was relaxed, and he was peaceful. Jasmine could not explain it, but she felt a strong emotion wash over her. She was feeling love. It ignited her skin on fire and increased her heart rate. She so wanted Cameron to wake up to experience the love that was in the room.
She was tempted to wake him from his slumber, but she knew he had wanted to sleep in. She started tracing his jawline. How could he look so perfect in his sleep? She continued tracing the outline of his facial features. She started at his eyebrows and continued to his nose. It was crooked due to the broken nose he got in high school from a rugby match. He was self-conscious about it, but she loved it. It was angled perfectly for the make out sessions they had often. It never got in the way of her nose and complemented the angle of her nose as well. He was absolutely perfect.
She moved down to tracing his chest. His chest had a layer of smooth hair over his strong pectoralis muscles. She played with it slightly unbeknownst to Cameron. He was still soundly sleeping as if she never left his side. She started brushing her lips against his ample cheeks. She was manifesting for him to wake up. She wanted to see his deep blue eyes open and aware. With her touches still not stirring him, Jasmine started to kiss his neck. She bit him slightly, feeling her teeth nip the sensitive skin. Cameron stirred and unconsciously grabbed her, pulling her into him. With a slight grin, she was motivated to continue.
She stroked his sleek black hair looking up to him. She continued kissing his neck and started to nibble on his left ear. Cameron moaned and stirred in his sleep. For a brief moment, his eyes fluttered open. Upon seeing Jasmine's face, he smiled and chuckled slightly. She thought she had finally succeeded in her mission. Cameron started snoring soundly again. She whined slightly and started a second attempt. Switching from her kissing tactic, she started nibbling on the skin between his pecs. Cameron stirred which made her heart thump with excitement. Her abdomen tingled in excitement as she developed a plan she knew would succeed. She started lapping at the valley between his pectoralis muscles. Her tongue moving towards his left nipple. Taking the hardened nub into her mouth, she started suckling slightly. A moan escaped his parted lips as his breathing started to pick up. Jasmine decided to nip the hardened bud and dragged her tongue over the point. Cameron stirred and fluttered his eyes open.
"What are you doing, my sweet girl?" he whispered into her ear.
Jasmine said nothing as she continued to trail small licks and kisses up his chest. She stopped as she reached his warm, soft lips. Jasmine stared into his blue eyes as their bodies tinged with desire. Cameron shoved his lips onto hers as their hands roamed each other's bodies. His warm, calloused hands lifted the silky night gown as the chilly air wisped against her skin. Goosebumps etched themselves into her pale skin as her nipples hardened against the air. Cameron trailed his fingers around her pink areolas inciting a slight gasp from Jasmine.
Cameron slid down the bed and positioned himself between her warm thighs. His fingers traced her lips through her panties feeling the puddle of juices that soaked her thong. Jasmine moaned again and arched her back trying to entice Cameron. She needed him in an instant as her eyes fluttered shut. He pulled her black lacy thong over her hips and slid them down her long thick legs. He trailed small wet kisses along her legs. He stopped when he got her inner thighs, and Jasmine whimpered wanting him to continue his loving assault on her body. He nipped at her thighs, feeling her thighs squish between his lips.
Jasmine widened her legs trying to shove her wet pussy in his face to get his attention. She was filled with need and growing impatient. She continued whining and whimpering as Cameron knowingly denied what she wanted. He continued to explore her inner thighs and tracing the areas with kisses and nips. Cameron shoved his arms under thighs and lifted her upwards. With her thighs supported, he zoned in on her pussy.
He started off with one long swipe of his tongue between her lips. Jasmine groaned and grabbed his black hair shoving him into her. He pulled away with a smirk as she groaned. He got off the bed and walked to the closet. Opening the doors, he grabbed his sturdy black belt. Cameron grabbed Jasmine's hands and wrapped the belt around securing them without bringing pain. He had asked her if her wrists felt pain free. She nodded as he tied the remaining belt to the metal bed frame above her head. She was now bound and at Cameron's will. With Jasmine's hand completely secured, he positioned himself as before. His mouth hovered over her pussy, and she whined at his hot breath on her lips.
He started licking her again, carefully probing her with his tongue. As it met with her clitoris, Jasmine gasped. The bundle of nerves set afire to her body, and it exploded in fireworks.
