All day long as Jasmine and George did chores, her mind wandered to her bath and Jim. It really excited her to recall him outside of her window the night before. The glimpse of him reflected in the mirror masturbating while she did the same thing made her lust for him! Should she call him? She wanted to, but could she really do it? The sexual tension was building inside of her all day, and in a way she liked the way it made her feel.
When George and Jasmine finished, they sat out on the deck and talked about what they wanted to do that evening. George wanted to go to Bubba's and check out that waitress that made him so horny. 'That's alright with me, gives me a chance to see what Jim's up to,' she thought almost giggling like a girl. Her mind wandered while George was in the shower. The day had been a scorcher and the evening was still very warm. 'Wonder if Jim wants to swim with me?' she thought and giggled once more. 'What's wrong with me? I'm acting like I did twenty years ago.'
George left for the bar and even if he was not sure if he would score, Jasmine knew he would. He was a very sexy man and tonight he looked good. Jas went upstairs and grabbed her yellow skimpy bikini and put it on. It was a few scraps of cloth held together with strings, barely covering her.
She went downstairs and decided she was going to call Jim, after all George was going to have fun. She nervously dug around in the drawer for the scrap of paper with Jim's number on it, hoping she didn't throw it away while she recalled the day he gave it to her. Jim had slipped it to her one evening while she had been walking past his house. It was a pleasant night, warm and peaceful. She saw him in the yard as she went by, checking out his young body from the corner of her eye. He looked up, saw her, stood up and said, "Hey, Jasmine. How are you?"
She stopped walking and turned to face him and he jogged over to her. "Jim, I am doing well thanks. Looks like you are winning the battle with the yard."
"Yeah, it was pretty bad. Thought Dad might appreciate a little help with it."
"I bet he does."
"Can I ask you a question?"
Jasmine was still a bit uncomfortable with Jim after the garage incident and phone call, but she did not want to be rude. "Ok."
He looked a bit nervous, but determined. He reached inside of his pocket, pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to her. "It's my number, I said I won't call you, but if you ever feel the urge, please feel free to call me." Then he blushed. She stood still for a moment and didn't say anything. 'Oh great, now she thinks I am the world's largest idiot and that I have a crush on her, ok maybe I do.'
Jasmine was so surprised by Jim; she did not react right away. She put the paper in her pocket and looked at him. She could see he felt stupid and she also knew that someday, she would call. Jasmine placed her hand upon his arm so that he looked into her face, "Thanks Jim." The look of surprise on his face was almost funny, not quite, but almost.
A huge grin broke out on his face. "Talk soon Jasmine," he said as he turned and went back to his work and she continued walking. Well that someday was here, and there it was; the paper he had given her. Her hand trembled as he picked up the phone; never had Jasmine done something like this. She knew what was going to happen and it would not be like in the park with his father.
It rang twice and she was going to hang up just as she heard, "Hang on... ouch, dammit ..." fumbling noises could be heard and it relieved the tension she had been feeling. "Hey, I'm here, hope you didn't hang up?"
"Hi Jim."
"Uhh, Hi ..."
"Are you ok? You did say ouch."
"Is this who I think it is?"
Jasmine knew she blushed and was glad he could not see her, she felt silly now, and thought 'What in the world am I doing?'
"Jasmine?" Jim asked
"Yes," she said quietly.
"Wow, I never thought you ever really call," he blurted out.
"Uh, yeah, neither did I."
He laughed with her honest remark. He could tell she felt strange calling him.
"What's up?"
"I saw you outside earlier working in the yard and wanted to know if you wanted to go for a swim in the pool tonight?" She hadn't seen him, but had to come up with some excuse to invite him over. "You know to cool off?"
"Oh, sure, what time?" He had not been out in the yard at all, 'The little minx,' he thought.
"Whenever you want to come over."
"Twenty minutes ok?"
"Sure, see you then."