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 Chapter Fifteen.  Jasmine
   I don't think that most people would consider me a pervert.  You know, a
paedophile.  Some guy that lurks outside school playgrounds or public
parks, waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting kid.  But the experience I had
last summer would cast me as just that sort of character, especially in the
eyes of modern law.  Let me fill you in on my background before I tell you
the story of my fall into sexual disrepute and criminal depravity!
   My house is one of those terraced, renovated Victorian jobs, on
Sparrowfield Road, in a small town in the West Midlands.  For the benefit
of those of you who may be wondering, the West Midlands of England. 
Birmingham, Wolverhampton, that sort of area.  Comfortable, nice enough
area, and a reasonable place to bring up a family.  The trouble is that
when I moved in with my wife, about two years ago, one of the neighbours
got to know her a little bit too well, and they disappeared together one
Wednesday afternoon in the middle of last summer!  Ten years we were
married.  Anyway, no wife, no family.  Just me, the TV and the mortgage. 
So there I am, going to work, coming home, watch a movie, go to bed, and
just my right hand for company!  Week in, week out.  What an existence. 
But hell, it pays the bills and I did get to go down the pub sometimes. 
Then one morning, I find that the place I work, (big car manufacturing
plant) has closed the gates, and there's a policeman standing there turning
everyone away.  A notice fastened to the gate, states that employees of the
factory should go to the local Job Centre, where we would find a special
facility to deal with us.  Great.  Another one of life's triumphant
moments. I'm on the dole.
   Now its just get up, watch a movie, go to bed!
   One of the things most working guys never experience is the day time
activity of their own street.  When we're at work, there's a whole
different world comes alive where we live.  It came as something of a
revelation to me to find that quiet Sparrowfield Road became a hive of
activity around eight o clock, twelve o clock, and four o clock.  Cars
coming and going by the dozen, kids on bicycles by the hundred, and even
more of them on foot.  Yes, you've guessed it!  Sparrowfield Road Secondary
School.  Of course, I knew it was there, I'd seen it, but I had no idea
just what an impact it made on the day time community.  And I also had no
idea just what young gems of femininity frequented aforesaid establishment.
At first I was quite shocked.  Teenage girls, and even younger, parading
around in short skirts (what is it about pleated skirts that make them so
sexy?), tight blouses, looking for all the world like young versions of
Benny Hill's <Hills Angels>.  Mind you, the shock very soon gave way to a
sort of mild interest, but nothing more than that.
   Not until Jasmine appeared, that is.
   Now, my front door opens almost straight out onto the street; just two
metres of front garden, if you can call it that.  I'd got up early for
once, and had just opened the front door to bring in the solitary bottle of
milk that appears on my doorstep every morning, and there walking slowly
by, was a vision of loveliness that was just too wonderful to belong to
this world.  Long, sleek black hair.  Brown skin.  A slim girlish figure;
but one that had just got to the stage where it had become interesting. 
But the thing that made me forget to breathe was her face.  I have never
seen such a beautiful countenance as I did that morning.  Fine sculpted
features, a delicate nose, a hint of the orient about her eyes.  And what
eyes!  Big black eyes.  You know the sort of eyes I mean.  Deep, exquisite
pools of liquid peace and femininity that can bring a mere male like me to
his knees with just a single glance.  So deep and full of exotic promise
that you want to live in them.
   I just stood there and stared at her.  I think I even had my mouth open.
She stopped, her gorgeous eyes looking into my bewildered ones.  'Is
something wrong?' she asked me, in a soft, quiet voice.  The sound of it
swirled around my brain, numbing it and sending me into that 'complete
idiot mode' that you get when you've been taken completely and utterly off
guard by some one.  'Er....sorry....I....er....that is, you....no, I mean,
ummm....' I struggled manfully to regain control of my reeling thoughts! 
It took a moment, during which she contemplated me with an expression of
amused concern.  The way you might look at a small kid when it's making
excuses for being naughty.  I swallowed hard, and began again.  'I'm very
sorry, I was staring.  That was very rude of me.  I beg your pardon Miss.'
She raised her eyebrows at the 'Miss' and broke into a smile.  'That's OK!
No need to apologize.  Did I startle you?' By now I had regained my
composure, and had begun to enjoy her presence.  'In a manner of speaking,
yes, you did!' I could have mentioned the fact that my heart had stopped
for a while, and I had forgotten to breathe, but aside from that, yes, she
had rather taken me by surprise!.  I felt quite stupid.  Here was I, a
grown adult, fumbling with words and thoughts; whilst she, a teenager, was
cool and composed.  'But even so I shouldn't have stared.  I'm really
sorry.' She looked at the bottle of milk I was holding.  'Er, just taking
in the milk.' I was desperate to continue our conversation, but words
failed me.  'So I see.' I'm sure that she was laughing at me, but was too
polite to let it show.  There was an expression on her face that registered
recognition of my plight!  I think she knew I wanted to say more, to hold
onto her attention for a little longer.  She didn't move, but she said, 'I
should be going, or I'll be late for school.' For a few wonderful seconds
she let me look directly into her eyes.  Let me gaze for a moment at the
reason for living.  'Yes, of course.' 'Bye, then....' 'Ummm, I was
wondering....' she still hadn't moved and was still looking into my eyes. I
began to fail again.  'Maybe see you later....?' She tilted her head a
little, a question on her face.  I could imagine her thoughts.  'Is he some
sort of perv?  A dirty old man?' A wave of relief hit me like a sunami as
her expression softened and she replied, 'Yes, I'm up and down this road
every day.  You're bound to see me sometime.  If you look.' My face lit up
like a schoolboy's!  'Great!  See you later then!' With a little giggle she
turned and left me on my stoop.  I watched her as she walked up the street
and disappeared into the school.  It might have been my imagination, but I
thought I saw her turn her head a little and look back as she turned into
the gate.
   I closed the door, and went into the kitchen to make my morning cuppa.
My head was just full of her.  That gorgeous face, the long black hair,
that developing body!  And polite, so pleasant to talk to!  None of the
snotty attitude so many kids have towards adults.  I just had to talk to
her again.  But how?  I could hardly waylay her in the street, or at the
school gates.  That would be just asking for trouble.  I brooded for the
rest of the morning, trying to figure out a way of approaching her and
getting some sort of relationship going.  However, 'the best laid plans of
mice and men....' My plan was to keep a look out for the kids leaving
school, and leave the house as she came past.  Hopefully then I could say
'Hello' and she would respond.  But things didn't quite go to plan.  I saw
her coming out of the school gates, but she was with a whole bunch of
girls. Nonetheless, I had my jacket on and was out of the door when she was
passing.  But as I looked up, hoping for a greeting or something, she was
talking with another girl, and just ignored me.  The moment had passed, and
so had she.  I was left standing on the street, looking down the road after
her.  Then suddenly she turned her head and looked at me, a smile on her
face.  Was she laughing at me?  No, surely not.  It was a friendly smile
not a sneer.  But why?  Why not say something as she passed by?  I gave her
a little wave and went back into the house.  Women, at best, are a bit of a
mystery.
   Teenage ones are just impossible.
   The next day I had to leave the house early.  An appointment with the
Job Centre 'placement team' at nine meant that I wasn't there when she
would have gone past on her way to school.  At four o'clock though, I was
ready and waiting for her.  This time she came out of the school gates with
just one other girl.  But this time, the two of them parted company, the
other girl going in the opposite direction.  As she approached my house, I
went out into the street, and stood there, leaning against my front door.
She was grinning as she came up to me.  'Sorry 'bout yesterday....all my
mates with me, see?  Would have been a lot of talk and smirking going on if
I'd spoken to you.  They're a dirty minded lot, my mates!' I nodded.  'No
problem.  I guessed it was something like that.' I lied.  'We were all
going swimming, we go every Monday after school.' My mind flashed up an
image of this young Indian beauty in a wet, clingy, skimpy bikini.  I tried
to ignore the stiffening organ in my trousers.  'Used to swim a lot myself,
before I moved here.  Belonged to a SCUBA diving club.  I should go
again....keep fit.' An idea had begun to form in my mind.  A cunning plan!
Dare I suggest it?  Why not?!  'Where is the local pool then?' 'About half
a mile from here, straight along the High Street towards the station.'
'Nice place is it?' 'Yeah!  Its only been open about a year.  The old place
was a real grotty dump.  The new one's really nice.' 'You like to show me
round it?  Saturday morning maybe?' My heart was thumping.  She looked at
me, the smiling relaxed expression gone.  She was chewing her bottom lip.
For a second or two I thought I'd blown it.  A different expression now
inhabited that lovely young face.  I wasn't quite sure how to interpret it.
Then she said, 'OK.  If you want.  No sawn off jeans allowed though, got to
have proper swimming stuff.  Meet me in the cafeteria at eight thirty
Saturday morning.' She turned to go, but hesitated.  'If anyone found out,
I couldn't go.  It would be too....you know....they wouldn't understand.' I
interuppted her.  'Its OK.  I know what you mean, I won't say anything to
anyone.  I'll be in the cafeteria at eight thirty.' She grinned again and
hurried off up the street.  I felt so weak that I think I would have fallen
over if I hadn't been leaning against the door post.  She'd agreed!  She
was willing to spend time with me, at the swimming pool!
   I was going to see a whole lot more of my little Indian maiden.
   Each morning I watched her go to school.  I don't know if she saw me,
but if she did she showed no sign of it.  Everyday my mind was busy trying
to workout just what she meant when she said, '....They wouldn't
understand.' Understand what?  What was her underlying train of thought?
   On Friday I rumaged through the swimming trunks at C&A and found a pair
that were about right.  Not skimpy Speedo things, but not great bags
either! Got to try and maintain a reasonable image, don't you think? 
Something about 'ageing gracefully' I think sums it up!  Continuing that
line of thought, I made for the barbers shop on the corner, and had him
tidy me up.  I might be the wrong side of thirty, and she is probably the
wrong side of sixteen, but there's no need to let things go, right?  It was
whilst I was sitting in the barbers chair that the nerves started to get
going.  Up until now I hadn't worried about the situation.  But as the
barber began demolishing the local football manager's reputation, I started
thinking.  About angry fathers, accompanied by angry uncles.  About overly
formal policemen asking if Sir was aware of the young lady's age at the
time of the alleged incident.  "Local Peadophile Caught!" headlining the
Echo.  Of burly prison inmates with love and hate tattoos on their knuckles
and young daughters on the outside.  My hand was trembling as I paid the
football critic for my haircut.
   As I wandered home clutching my C&A plastic carrier bag, I tried to
justify everything.  After all, I wasn't planning to rape her, or, come to
that, I hadn't even really considered trying to have sex with her!  OK, OK!
I'll be honest, I'd thought of hardly anything else, especially as I laid
in my bed at night getting rid of the stiffness, if you know what I mean! I
knew that deep down what I really wanted was to have her.  To hold her and
possess her.  To watch her face as I led her step by step through her
initiation into the world of the adults and sexuality.  Then the conscience
fired up.  To rob her of her innocence!  To debauch her, to take advantage
of her naivety for my own selfish pleasure!  Why can't I be like other men?
Just get her knickers down, do the business and give her a kiss goodbye. 
Other guys seem to manage that without going through a great internal
debate, don't they?
   There again, most men don't get involved with teenage schoolgirls.  Or
do they?
   I had difficulty getting to sleep Friday night.  I dreamed of being
chased round the pool by angry brown parents screaming 'Pervert!' at me. 
The shrill piercing racket, however, turned out to be the alarm clock, not
a demented mother lusting after my lifeblood!  I dragged myself out of bed,
and downstairs into the kitchen.  As I sat there sipping my breakfast mug
of tea, I decided that today would not be the day that her innocence came
under threat.  That I would be just an acquaintance, an older friend.  Not
her seducer.  I stopped in mid thought.  I didn't know her name!  Have to
sort that out pretty quickly.  Have you ever found yourself in that
situation?  Its awful isn't it?  So embarrassing.  I wonder how many men
have lit that post coital cigarette and said, 'How was it for
you.....er.....' Having spent the whole of the previous evening buying her
drinks, dancing with her, smooching with her, and then having just
inseminated her, he has only just realised he hadn't asked her name?  Or
how many women have moved across the bed to avoid the wet patch, and
wondered how the hell she was going to find out his name?  Bet its more
than just one or two!  Not that I had any plans to have sex with her, of
course.  Oh No.  I'm going to be the perfect Gentleman.  The upright (no
pun intended) citizen!
   But I guess we all know its hard to be righteous when you're horny.
   I was just beginning to doubt that she would turn up when she appeared,
breezing into the foyer through the revolving doors.  'Hi!  Sorry I'm late!
'No problem.  You look fabulous, by the way!' I think she may have blushed.
A bit difficult to tell with girls that colour, isn't it?  A white sweater
with a huge roll neck hid her upper body, long black hair cascading down
her back.  A pair of jeans so tight that there should be a law against
them, accentuated the curve of her hips and highlighted her perfect bottom.
Huge gold hoops hung from her pierced ear lobes.  On her shoulder, what
looked suspiciously like a genuine Gucci bag, completed the effect of
making her look like a teen version of one of those Bollywood film stars.
All sophisticated and exotic.
   I was treated to that big heart melting smile again, followed by an
indignant explanation of why she was late.  'Dad was making a fuss this
morning 'bout me going out.  I told him I was going to a friend's house
then off to watch a volley ball match.  He's so old fashioned!  Thinks I
should go everywhere with one of my brothers.' 'Brothers?' I queried, my
mouth suddenly going dry.  I envisioned a horde of young adult males
chasing me around the country, hell bent on killing the swine who had
dishonoured their family.  'Yes.  Two of them.  They're real pigs.  Make my
life hell they do sometimes.' 'Really?  How old are they?' Again the dry
mouthed casual tone.  'The eldest one's seventeen, the other's fifteen.'
'So they're both older than you, then?  She eyed me suspiciously.  'How'd
you know how old I am?' I smiled.  She's sharp this one!  'I never told
you.' 'You never told me your name either.' I said, pleased to be able to
get the subject aired so easily!  'I just guessed.  You're certainly not
eighteen, so you must be younger than the eldest one, and I was guessing
that you're not sixteen either.  That makes you the baby of the family. 
Want a coke or a coffee or something?' Her expression eased and she said
quietly, 'I'm fourteen, my name is Jasmine, and a coke, please.' she paused
momentarily.  'What about you then?'
   You always forget that there's two sides to a story, don't you?  Of
course I knew that she would want to know my name, as I wanted to know
hers, but the topic of birthdays had not really occurred to me!  And I
really didn't want her to know I was nearly twenty years older than she
was! 'Andy.  Short for Andrew, but only my mother calls me Andrew, and then
only when she's angry with me!' Her fabulous eyes were still holding mine.
A knot formed in my stomach as I realised I was not going to get away with
just telling her my name.  'How old are you then?' She asked.  The trouble
with kids is they have no sense of propriety.  Its just bad manners to ask
such questions right out like that!  But Jasmine, as I quickly learned, was
painfully straight to the point.  She wanted to know?  She asked.  With no
regard to the consequenses or other peoples feelings!  'Umm, over twenty
one?' I ventured.  She laughed.
   It sounded like songbirds in springtime, imitating church wedding bells.
Beautiful, happy, filled with the love of life.  My internal organs turned
to water, and if there had been any doubt in my mind before, I knew that
from that moment on, I was hooked.
   'No, really, how old are you?' We were walking down the tiled corridor
following the signposted trail to the changing rooms when she recommenced
the interogation.  Pushy, this one.  'Is it important?' I asked her, still
trying to avoid the inevitable!  'Why won't you tell me?' She reposted,
impatiently.  The corridor was deserted apart from us.  I stopped and
turned to face her.  'Look at it like this.  Here we are, you and me. 
Together.  Either I should be fifteen, or you should be twenty something,
but as it is, you're fourteen, and I'm thirty three.  Why do you think I'm
trying to avoid the age issue?' She looked shocked at my outburst and
somewhat embarrassed.  She began to study her shoes.  Throwing caution to
the winds, I continued.  'I'm out with a beautiful girl that's young enough
to be my daughter, and I'm loving it.  Most people would want me locked up,
and your parents would want me dead!  And you want to know why I don't want
to talk about my age?!' She glanced up at me.  'I'm sorry.  I didn't know
you'd be upset.' Her voice was timid and for a moment I thought she might
cry.  Panic began to rise.  Had to straighten this out, quick!  'Jasmine,
I'm not upset.  I love being with you.  I've thought about nothing else all
week.  But you must see it from my point of view!' This time she
straightened up a little, regaining her composure.  When she spoke she
sounded a little more confident.  'Well....yes....I've been thinking about
today as well.  I've never been out on a date before.' She caught me
totally off guard.  Again.  'Date?  A date?  We're out on a....?  Well, now
you put it like that, I suppose we are.' 'Or don't you think it is then.  A
date, that is.' Did I catch just a hint of disappointment in her voice?  I
couldn't help but smile at her.  'Yes of course it is.  I just hadn't
thought about it in those terms.  Come on, lets stop gabbing and go for a
swim!' The mood immediately lightened, and we made our way to our
respective changing rooms.
   She appeared on the poolside in a black one piece swimsuit.  The sort of
thing competition swimmers wear.  Even so, every pair of male eyes in the
place swivelled round and settled on her.  She was the epitomy of young
female sexuality.  Talk about ripe!  If you could tear your eyes away from
her gorgeous face and let them head south, they'd first come across the
most beautiful pair of breasts that even graced a human female.  And those
fabulous orbs moved not a millimetre as she made her way along the
poolside. Her nipples just managed to disturb the material of her swimsuit,
emphasising the fact that her breasts were the perfect shape.  The rest of
her was also a classic example of feminine perfection.  Her legs were long,
but in proportion to her torso; and a lovely shape too.  A pair of gently
curved hips encompassed a flat belly.  The quite severe cut of the suit led
every (male) eye to the point at which it, and all our thoughts,
disappeared between her lovely brown thighs.  Across the pool a stern faced
wife was berating her husband.  Obviously she'd seen him ogling Jasmine,
and wasn't going to let him get away with it!  More than one woman was
staring accusingly at Jasmine, and all the men in the place, young and old,
were having a good look.  Suddenly I didn't feel so guilty about being with
her.  Society may consider a relationship between a man of my age, and a
girl of her age, as taboo, but it was obvious that nature had no such
qualms.
   Or at least the men in here didn't seem to have!
   She dived into the water, gliding like some sort of dark water nymph to
the small island in the middle of the pool.  She surfaced and looked around
for me.  With a wave she beckoned me over to her.  I didn't need a second
invitation.  In I went, following her example, and came up right in front
of her.  'What do you think of the place then?' she asked me.  It was a
large pool, sort of oval in shape with, as I said, a small island in the
centre.  A wall ran about ten metres parallel to one side, and a strong
current had somehow been made to run through the channel it formed. 
Swimmers were entering at one end and being washed along by the fast
flowing water, to be shot out of the far end, a bit like a watery
fairground ride.  'Nice!  Never used to have this sort of thing when I was
at school.  Just a plain oblong pool.  No technology or gimmicks.' 'They
had electricity in those days, then, did they?' she jibed.  I lunged at her
but she was too quick for me and was away towards the deep end with strong
powerful strokes.  Now, you may remember I mentioned that I used to belong
to a Scuba Diving club?  Well, I'm no slouch either when it comes to a
sprint in the water!  We arrived at the bar at the far end together.  She'd
just put one hand on it as I put my hand on her head and shoved her under.
She came up spluttering and laughing.  'That's no way to treat a lady!'
'Told you I'm touchy about my age!' We spent the next half hour riding what
Jasmine explained was a water jet (the fast flowing bit) and climbing
ladders to slide down tubes of various gradients into the water.  It was
real fun.
   I, like most adults, had forgotten what it was like to play.  You gotta
try it sometime!
   She was hanging on the bar at the deep end, arms outstretched, facing
into the pool, as though crucified there.  I swam up to her, when, as I was
only about a metre away, she raised her knees and caught me between her
ankles.  I think she had intended to push me under, but I instinctively
took hold of her hips, to support myself.  I slid between her thighs as she
closed them on me.  Our bodies met exactly at that critical juncture!  As
they did so, the playful grin on her face suddenly vanished, as she
realised the sexual implications of our position.  She offering, me taking!
She was chewing her bottom lip again!  Suddenly she let go of me, ducked
under the water and swam quickly away to the other end of the pool.  I
followed, my heart in my mouth, worried that this impromptu action had
spoilt the rapport we had been building.  She eyed me almost fearfully as I
sat beside her in the shallow water amidst hordes of little kids splashing
and shouting.  'I didn't meant to ....you know....back there, it just sort
of happened.' I didn't know if she was apologising, making excuses, or
telling me that any sort of physical contact was out of the question.  'No,
no.  My fault, I shouldn't have held onto you like that.  I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to touch you.  Like you said, it just sort of happened.' We had
one of those eye to eye moments again.  Her eyes were all big and shiny. 
My eyes, I'm afraid, must have been sparkling and I know I had just the
hint of a grin on my face!  'You're not sorry at all!  You're smiling!' To
my enormous relief, she too was smiling again.  'Well, actually, as you
come to mention it, it was rather fabulous.  I'll probably dream about it
for a month or so!' She burst out laughing.  'Don't 's'pose there's any
chance of an action replay is there?' She feined shock and horror, then;
'Not unless you can catch me!' she shouted.  The 'catch me' was almost lost
in the splash as she flung herself towards the deep water.  I let her go.
For about two strokes, then I was after her!  She put up a good pace. 
Really fast!  Not fast enough though.  I caught her about three quarters of
the way down the pool.  The least populated bit.  I grabbed her kicking
ankle, and hauled it towards me.  She vanished beneath the surface in a
flurry of water.  As she came up, I grabbed her waist, turned her to face
me, and held her close to me.  'Caught you!  Promise is a promise!' Her
smiling mouth managed to chew her bottom lip; her hands held my shoulders,
supporting herself, and then those lovely legs wrapped themselves around my
waist.  Mine was the biggest grin on the planet the moment her ankles
crossed behind me.  She let go off my shoulders, and leaned back, floating
on the water, head back, looking up at the roof.  I hold her to me, my
erection (covered by my swimming trunks) gradually 'grows' along the groove
of her (covered by her swimming suit) vagina.  She doesn't move a muscle as
I very slowly massage her with my penis.  After a minute or so she begins
to respond with little movements of her hips, rubbing herself against me.
Suddenly she says, 'I think we should stop now!' almost choking; heavy
breathing and splashing water not being a good combination!  I let go of
her, and we swim to the side of the pool.  She holds onto the bar, getting
her breath back.  I float on my back, just next to her, trying to relax. 
She's looking down at the bulge in my trunks.  'Sorry.  I was beginning to
get a bit carried away.' she says with just a hint of embarrassment in her
voice.  I nod towards my erection and smile, 'You're not the only one!  I'd
nearly finished!' She giggles, and is looking at me intently.  'I didn't
think.....er, that is....' she began.  Her eyes flicked over to mine;
'Didn't think it would be like that....?' I finished the sentence for her.
'....I've never....' the rest of her statement went unsaid.  She seemed a
little shaken.  'No, I never thought you had.  You OK?' 'Yes, its just
that....well you know....you're ...thingy....was rubbing my....' 'Your
what?' I asked, grinning at her.  'You know what!  Don't be horrid to me!'
Good old bubbly Jasmine was back again!  I move right next to her, our
bodies touching.  She's smiling, but her top teeth are biting her bottom
lip.  She looks around.  We're alone.  At least, there's no one close
enough to see what we're doing.  I take her hand, moving it to the front of
my swim trunks, so she can touch me.  She grins as she feels the hardness
of my cock.  Her hand holds me as we talk.  Her eyes are sparkling.  'Feel
as good as your own fingers did it?' I ask her.  She looks at me aghast. 
'How did you....?' 'Just guessing, but obviously you do!  Don't let go of
it!' 'Oh!  You awful man!' This time she laughed, and blushed so deeply
that even her brown skin changed to a darker colour!  I couldn't help but
laugh myself.  'Why am I awful?  Just for guessing the truth?' 'You tricked
me!  I'd never have told you otherwise!' 'Why not?  Everyone does it.' 'Do
they?  I thought.....' 'What, that only you did it?  Oh No!  Its mankind's
favourite pastime!  Anyone who says they don't, or haven't, is lying, or
just hasn't started yet!' Her shriek of laughter was so loud that a few of
the people nearest to us looked arond to see what was going on.  'Ask your
brothers.' I continued.  The laugh died on her lips and her expression told
me her thoughts had drifted away.  'So that's what they're doing then!' She
murmmered.  'What who's doing?' I asked her.  What the hell was she talking
about now, I wondered?  'My brothers!  I've seen them....seen the bed
sheets going up and down real quick!  They've been doing themselves!' She
looked astounded by the revelation!  'Probably.  Do it myself now and
then!' She stares at me.  'Well, I'm used to having a wife.  Bit
frustrating sleeping alone now she's gone.' Her big brown eyes gazed
sorrowfully at me.  'I didn't know that.  What happened?' 'She ran off with
a guy from down the street.  Been having an affair with him from the time
we moved into the house.' I explained.  'Oh, I'm so sorry....I wish I'd
never asked now...' 'Don't worry.  I'm better off without her.  Prefer to
be alone than live with a cheat.  Besides, I'd never have met you would I?
And after the 'action replay', I guess I'll be busy for a night or two
anyway!' She laughs in a very self conscious manner.
   We swam a few lengths, casually passing up and down the pool without
speaking.  She caught hold of the rail at the deep end, resting there. 
'It's nice to be able to have a bit of fun without my brothers or my dad
going on at me.' 'How's that then?' I asked, already guessing what she
meant.  There are a lot of Muslim families in our neighbourhood, and they
can be really conservative, Victorian in fact, about some things.  And
Jasmine would bring out the protective instinct in any man!  'My brothers
are always going on about how I should cover myself, to be modest.  They're
such hypocrites!  They're always trying to peep at me when I'm in the
shower.' 'Can't say as I blame them.  You're a very attractive girl.' 'Am
I? I thought I was a bit boring.' 'You have to be kidding me!  Don't you
notice men looking at you?' 'Sometimes.  Why?' 'Why what?' 'Why do they
look at me?' She was serious!  She wanted to know why men looked at her! 
'Because you're gorgeous and every man that looks at you is wondering what
you look like naked!' Her mouth dropped open.  'No!  Really?' 'Absolutely.
All thinking what it would be like to have sex with you.' 'You too?' I
stared at her.  There she went again with the merciless questions! 
'Er....well....yeah....of course....' She giggled at my admission of
lustful guilt.  'Seems funny to think that men....you know....want
to....well, think about me that way.' There was something in her voice that
rang a bell somewhere deep int the back of my mind.  Her tone of voice told
of deeper thinking!  'Why not?' I ventured.  'Nature's very unambiguous in
these things; and believe you me, you're one of the most unambiguous
examples of her work I've ever seen!' She looked a bit puzzled at this. 
Not surprising really!  I explained.  'You're very beautiful.  Attractive.
Sexy.  Men want you to have sex with you.  That's how nature works!' She
was gazing at me, chewing her bottom lip.  Quite a habit of hers.  Always
does it when trying to make up her mind about something.  'Don't you think
I'm too young for all that sort of thing, then?' She asked.  A knot formed
in the pit of my stomach.
   If ever a man was asked a 'loaded' question, this was it!  Nothing for
it but to speak up!
   'Me?  I think you're the most desirable young woman I've ever met, and
I'd give my eye teeth to take you to bed.  But apart from that, your nice,
yes...' She giggled again.  Her laugh, as I said before, turned my insides
to water, but her giggles turned my dick as hard as rock!  'But you're too
young, you've got such a lot of living to do before you get involved with
the mating game, especially with a guy as old as me.' A frown crossed her
face, accentuating her youthfulness, it looked so out of place.  'Thats not
true.  I know for a fact that my Mum is much younger than my Dad, and she
often says to me that when she was my age she was getting ready for her
marriage.' 'But that was in India!  That's different!' I explained.  'Is
it? Why should it be OK for them, but not for us?'
   I stared at her for a moment.  She had said 'us'.
   'Us?' I parroted.  She smiled shyly.  Her eyes dropped to study the
water.  I could hardly hear her next words, she spoke so softly.  'Yes, why
not?' 'Why not what?  Why not us, or why shouldn't it be different?'
'Both.' She said quietly.  'Oh, Jasmine, if it could be <us>, that would be
fabulous!  But somehow I think there may be problems coming our way when
people find out!' Her young face creases up in a frown again.  'You're
right, I suppose.  My parents would be really mad, and my mates would give
me a hard time too.' 'Yeah!  And the reason its different for us, is that
in this country, a man my age....er, 'going out' with a teenager, is
considered, er....  well....improper!' 'You've got to be sixteen, right? 
To have sex....' she asked.  I nodded.  'What do you think?  Am I'm old
enough?'
   I'm going to have to talk to her about the questions.
   'I wouldn't say you were too young, but the law does!  And judging by
the way all the guys in this place have been eyeing you, they reckon you're
old enough too!  Most of the women in here want to kill you, and most of
the men want to kill me!' She chuckled and hauled herself out of the pool.
She looked around as she stood up, pausing to let the water run off her
body.  'You're right!  I'd never noticed before.  They are looking.' She
stood there for a moment, I think she was deliberately letting them have a
good look.  She was enjoying the attention.  How very feminine!  She turned
and walked away.  I followed her to the showers, my eyes rivetted to her
bottom.  Never in the course of human history has a bottom been so
perfectly fashioned.  She paused to pick up her towel and shampoo which she
had dropped at the poolside when we came in.  Once again every male eye in
the place homed in on her as she bent to pick them up.  We all silently
screamed as she bent over.  The narrow strip of material that covered that
exquisite place clung tightly to her, outlining her vagina.  Then she stood
upright again.
   Just for a second, we had all had a brief glimpse of where heaven lay.
   My erection had begun growing again, so I climbed out of the pool and
hurried into the relative privacy of the showers to hide my embarrassment!
Jasmine was standing under a torrent of steaming water when I entered.  Her
eyes again dropped down to take in the bulge in my trunks.  'Does that
happen often?' she asked.  I felt blood rush to my face, easing the
pressure on my trunks!  My heart was racing slightly as I replied.  'More
than usual today!  You have that effect on men, you know.' Her giggles just
made it bigger!  She began to shampoo her hair.  I rubbed her shoulders as
the soap bubbles ran across them.  She glanced up at me, then handed me the
shampoo bottle.  I watched as she washed then rinsed her long hair under
the shower.  She screwed it between her hands like a washer woman wringing
out a sheet.  She wrapped it in her towel, and then looked at me.  My
throat was so dry the words hardly came out.  'There's a family changing
cubicle in the changing rooms....I could dry your hair for you.....' It
sounded so false!  But there was no lip chewing.  She'd already thought it
through.  'OK.  If you want....but no funny business, right?' She sounded
so casual!  I'm literally trembling, and she's as calm as the proverbial
cucumber!
   We collected our clothes from our lockers and made our way to the little
room with a dog earred sticker proclaiming 'Family Changing' and showing a
silhouette of a two large and two small people on its door.  I looked
around to make sure no one saw us enter, then followed her in and locked
the door behind me.  Jasmine dumped her clothes on the bench that ran
around the room, and sat down next to them.  She was watching me.  'You
don't have to dry my hair; the hair dryer's better than doing it by hand.'
'Oh, OK.' My turn to smile.  'So who's first?' 'First what....?  Oh!  I see
what you mean!  You of course!' She grinned at me and glanced down again at
my still bulging trunks!  'You're not going to change your mind when it's
your turn, and make me look silly, are you?' She pursed her lips and shook
her head.  'No.  'Course not.  Wouldn't be fair....besides....I can't put
my clothes on over a wet cozzy, can I?  Anyway....' she never finished the
sentence.  I hooked my trunks with my thumbs.  Her eyes dropped to my
crotch, and her lip got a work out!  I took a deep breath and slipped off
my trunks.  Her eyes popped wide open as my dick sprang out and stood to
attention before her.  'Never seen one before?' 'Er....yes....my brothers,
but that's not the same is it?' 'Isn't it?  How's it different then?' She
giggled.  'Well, for one thing, they were always hanging down!  And they're
my brothers, aren't they!' I think the colour was rising in her face again.
'Oh!  I see what you mean....I suppose it is different!  Come on then, your
turn!' I kicked off my discarded trunks.  'OK.  See....I'm not cheating! 
Do you mind if I turn round though?' 'Yeah!  Anything you like!' At that
moment in time I would have agreed to anything to get her to take off that
costume!' She turned around, with her back to me.  Crossing her arms she
took hold of the shoulder straps of her swim suit and slipped them off her
shoulders.  Down to her waist she pulled them, exposing an expanse of the
most exhilerating brown back you can imagine!  She glanced over her
shoulder, her eyes momentarily taking in my cock, then, stooping slightly,
pushed the garment down to her feet and stepped out of it.  Droplets of
water trickled down between her shoulder blades and continued down to
vanish between her buttocks.  Round firm buttocks, so beautiful that they
must have been sculpted by the hand of God himself.  And then on one of his
really good days.  I ignored the urge to fondle, instead putting one hand
on her shoulder and turned her to face me.  Her hands were crossed over her
breasts, her legs clamped firmly together.
   And there she was, naked, beautiful and just fourteen!  How the hell did
I manage this??!!
   Jasmine stood there in front of me, drops of water occassionally running
down her gorgeous brown body, her expression one of anxious expectation. 
I'd never seen anything like her.  Sure, during my bachelor life I managed
to talk a few pretty girls into my bed, but here was a young female of an
altogether different category!  I took hold of her hands and placed them by
her side.  Wet shiny hair clung to her shoulders, the odd strand or two lay
glued to her superb breasts by the dampness on her brown skin.  And such
fabulous tits!  Not so small as to seem adolescent, but not so big as to
make her look a fully mature woman.  As firm as unripe pears, topped by
almost black nipples that stood erect and inviting, hardening my cock to
bursting point!
   My eyes wandered down the contours of her teenage body, taking in the
subtle undulation of her belly, the widening sweep of her hips, and came to
rest on a small patch of short black hair.  Her pubic hair was virtualy
straight.  No 'short and curlies' here.  Tiny, almost invisible black hairs
ran down from her belly button, giving a shadow like effect.  Then they
flared out to form the little patch of pubic hair that covered her pubic
mound.  A feint dusting of more tiny black hair surrounded this intrigueing
patch of black straight hair.  Hardly noticable now, but giving a promise
of the much bigger bush that was to come, so typical of women of her race.
'My God, Jasmine!  You're beautiful!' She made no reply.  She just watched
me with those gorgeous big, shiny brown eyes.  I knelt down in front of her
and stared right into paradise!  No hair obscured my view lower down; as
smooth as a baby's bottom!  Not surprising really, she was hardly more than
a child anyway!  Jasmine's pussy was tucked away between her thighs, but
just below her 'hair line', the little button of her clitoris was ensconced
in the fold of skin that marked the beginning of her sex.  My eyes slid
slowly into the darkness between her legs, taking in the line of her
virgin, fourteen year old pussy, just a smooth slit, as it disappeared from
my view.  'You're staring again...' she muttered.  'Er....mmmm....yes. 
Sorry, I was probably drooling too!' She giggled and covered her pussy with
her hands.  I gently pulled them away.  'You'll have to forgive me.  Don't
forget, I'm just a mere man.  A slave to the beauty of the naked female!' I
can't resisther any longer.  I nuzzle her pubic hair with my face. 
Incredibly her body smells of flowers.  The fragrence is embedded in my
mind for all time.
   I must get the name of her shampoo.
   Something stirs deep inside me.  I can feel adrenaline starting to flow
through me.  It fires up desire, triggers lust.  Bollocks to the
'Gentleman' shit!  I'm going to fuck her!  The righteousness shit can go
stick its head where the sun don't shine.  'Sit on the bench....' My voice
is thick and coarse.  She backed away and duly perched all prim and proper
on the wooden slatted seating.  I shuffled forward, and placed my hands on
her knees.  There was a little resistance as I pried her legs apart. 
Bending forward I run my nose through flower scented pubic hair.  She
squeaked and said in an alarmed voice, 'What are you doing?!' 'Never heard
of oral sex?' I asked.  Her thighs were hard against my temples as I opened
my mouth and placed it over her clitoris.  Her pubic hair soft on my lips.
Her hands gripped my hair as I ran my tongue over the little button of her
clitoris.  I think she tried to answer my question at that moment, but only
an odd sort of breathy grunt came out of her mouth.  As I lick her virgin
slit, I can't help comparing it to the others I've had the pleasure of. 
Usually folds of wrinkled skin, loosened by sexual activity.  Stretched by
various cocks.  Here though, is something different.  Her pussy is smooth,
hairless below her pubic mound, and there's not a wrinkle in sight.  Just a
smooth slit.  A real treasure.  A fourteen year old virgin.  And in a
minute, I'm gonna fuck her.
   Please God, don't let me wake up just yet!
   But it isn't a dream.  there's pain as I start loosing hair as the grip
of her fingers tighten.  She starts loosing her cool as my tongue gets to
work!
   I suck, lick and chew on her pussy.  I can taste her now.  Slightly
bitter, viscose.  Heavenly!  I lift my head and straighten up.  She eyes my
cock as it comes level with her unused, innocent hole.  'Are you going
to....to....fuck me....now?' She asks in a very quiet voice, eyes still
locked onto my dick.  'Uh Huh....if it's OK by you....!' I say, and, not
waiting for an answer, start pushing the head of my cock against her tight,
wet little hole.  It goes in for about an inch, then we hit the barrier. 
Jasmine looks at me with those big deep brown eyes, and a shiver goes up my
spine.  I push, and her hymen does its God given duty and snaps to let me
in.  'Ow!  That hurt!' she complains loudly, pushing at my chest
instinctively to try and remove the cause of the pain.  But it is only a
second of discomfort for her, and I stop, remaining motionless so she can
get over it, and begin to relax again.  'OK now?' She nods.  I begin to
work my way into her.  Bit by bit.  An inch in, half an inch out, giving
her already damp pussy a chance to lubricate me as I go deeper.  It works
like a dream.  Every time I push further in, old cocky is met by thick
slipperiness!  I carry on until my balls are hard up agains her bum. 
Jasmine is staring wide eyed at my cock.  Or at least where my cock was. 
Its all out of sight now, as I'm buried right up to my balls in her tight
little pussy.  'Its all gone in!' she gasps in amazement.  'I thought it
would be too big!' 'You'd be surprised....' I say, '....but keep watching.
The best is yet to come!' I start to move in and out of her, gently
introducing her to fucking.  She's tight.  Really firm.  A gorgeuos
tightness given a velvet feel to it by her thick, slippery, natural
lubricant.  My knob end is being massaged to distraction!  Never has a man
been so overcome with lust!  As I get into my stride, (so to speak),
Jasmine begins to gasp and puff as I pump into her.  Her hands, at first
gripping my shoulders, move to my hips, and she holds on tight.  As I move
in and out of her, she starts to pull as I push, drawing me into her with
harder and harder strokes.  After a couple of minutes, we're going like the
clappers!  Me pistoning away as fast as I can, and Jasmine bucking at me
like a thing demented!
   Its all just too much for me, and (despite a mental promise I made a
minute ago to pull out) I let go inside her with a really good helping of
baby gravy.  Its been a long time since I had sex, and this episode with
Jasmine has been mind blowing!  As my dick slips out of her, a huge dollop
of spunk slides out of her too.  She stares wide eyed at me.  'My God!  Is
it like this everytime?' I collapse sitting on the floor, leaning heavily
on the wooden bench, gasping to get my breath back.  'No my darling, it's
not!  In fact, I've never had sex with anyone that was that good!' More
gasping....  'You're fabulous!  Marry me!' She giggles at me, and spreads
her legs to let yet more goo drip out.  'You'll have to ask my Dad....is it
always this messy?' The grimace on her face, I hope, is about the goo, not
me asking her Dad!  'Probably!  No one's going to have you and not come a
bucketful!' She frowns and says, 'That's the stuff that makes babies,
right? Sperm.' I nod.  'Oh hell.  I am pregnant then?' She asks me with a
hint of desperation in her voice.  'Probably not.  When did you have your
last period?' She does't have to think about it, but a shyness creeps into
her tone of voice.  'Just finished yesterday....why you want to know?'
'Because the first few days after you've finished, you're safe.  No need to
worry!' I can see the tension lift from her!  'Really?  So we can do it
again?' My mind reels!  'You want to do it again?' I ask tentatively. 
'Don't you then?' She asks.
   I laugh and haul myself to my feet and grab her hands.  I pull her up
and turn her around so she's facing the wall.  'Bend forward and put your
hands on the wall....' Obediently she does so, inadvertently positioning
herself perfectly with her feet slighly apart.  I hold her hips, and slide
my cock under her bum and up into her hot wet and sticky pussy.  It slips
in all the way up her newly deflowered vagina; greased by the remnants of
our first fuck.  Home in one!  Jasmine says nothing as I begin to a less
frantic motion than the first time!  Slower, more purposeful, lasting
longer.  And this time I get a result!
   Jasmine's been holding her breath since I got in her again.  Suddenly
her silence is broken by a loud 'UHH!' and she begins breathing fast, loud
and heavy!  In half a minute she is pushing back at me, squeaking and
squealing.  She almost screams as her orgasm hits her.  I hold hard inside
her, squirting another, albeit smaller, portion of the sticky stuff into
her gorgeous teenage body.  My knees go shaky, and I back off, out and away
from her and slump onto the bench.  Jasmine sort of slides down the wall,
into an untidy heap on the floor.
   I guess it was a good one for her too!
   She turns to me with a grin on her face.  She sounds exhausted.  'No
wonder there's six billion people on the planet!' Astute one is my Jasmine.
We clean up, and start to get dressed.  Jasmine pulls a pair of white
flowery knickers from her bag.  'I wouldn't put those on if I were you. 
Not if your Mum does your washing.' Jasmine looks at me with a slightly
puzzled expression on her face.  'She knows what semen stains look like! 
She's been married a long time' She nods slowly.  I can almost see her
brain working out some of the implications of having illicit sex!
   We wander down the High Street.  She even holds my hand until I remind
her that someone she knows might see us.  I'm getting horny again, 'cos I
know that as soon as we reach my house, it's going to be coffee, and then
she going to be naked and in my bed for the rest of the afternoon.
   My guesses turn out ot be accurate.  Bouts of frenzied fucking
interspersed with some very nice cuddles and and snoozes.  By the time she
goes home, she's one well fucked girlie, and I'm the most sated guy on the
planet!  Two days later she's back, and informs me she's on the pill!  I
shall have to check and see if I've died and gone to heaven.  I wonder if
this girl is going to kill me with her voracious sexual appetite, or if it
will be her family with carving knives and baseball bats?  I suppose if I'm
luckyI'll just get ten years in jail!  With my luck its bound to be one or
the other!
   So now you have it.  The whole story.  but before you point the
accusative finger at me and scream 'Paedophile!', which man amongst you
would have done anything different?  Be honest with yourself at least! 
Whose going to tell me they would have been the moral citizen and left her
virginity to some other lucky guy?  I'll bet there's more would have done
exactly as I did!  If anyone mails me and requests it, I'll tell you some
more of Jasmine's escapades with licentuous little me!
   Especially for Moby Thank you for the email!  (How do I collect an
'e-lick'??!!)
   Some girls are sexually active younger than Jasmine.  My sister started
doing it at thirteen.  She says that her sex drive was at its strongest in
her teens.  I know she certainly couldn't get enough of it, and now (at 23)
she's not so crazy about it as she was then!  Many of her 'lovers' were
middle aged men.  She lost her virginity to a 40 year old man,
   
  
15.Jasmine takes the Plunge