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 Chapter Fifteen.  Jasmine
   I don't think that most people would consider me a pervert.  You know, a
pedophile.  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 establisment.
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.
   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 appeared 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 was becoming 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.
   I just stood there and stared at her.  I think I even had my mouth open.
She stopped, her gorgeous eyes looking at my bewildered ones.  'Is
something wrong?' she asked me, in her 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 and broke into a smile.  'That's OK!  No need to
apologise.  Did I startle you?' By now I had regained my composure, and had
begun to enoy 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 forgotton 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 dissappeared
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.  I was really down.  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, but teenage ones are, I suppose, even more
perplexing.
   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.' she continued.  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 began to form in my mind.  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 ones 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
interupted 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 literally
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.  On Friday I rumaged through the
swimming trunks at C&A and found a pair that were about right.  Not too
skimpy but not great bags!  Got to try and maintain a reasonable image,
don't you think?  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 definately 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 Paedophile 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!  The
trouble was, that even though these things were true, 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.
   I had difficulty getting to sleep that night.  I dreamed of being chased
out of 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. 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 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 stomache 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 souded 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 of 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, you would first come across the
most beautiful pair of breasts that even graced a human female.  And they
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, dissappeared
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.' 'Did
they have electricity in those days, then?' 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!  I can see you
smiling!' She burst out.  To my enormous relief, she 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 any chance of an action replay is there?' I asked.  She
feined shock and horror, then; 'Not unless you can catch me!' She shouted.
   and tells me I'll have to catch her first.  I do.  and once again her
slim brown legs encircle me.  this time I grab the edge of the pool with
one hand, the other under the small of her back.she floats on the water,
head back, looking at the roof.  I hold her to me, my erection, ( covered
by my swim trunks), gradually 'grows' along the slit of her (covered by her
swim suit) vagina.  she lays in the water, eyes closed, unmoving as I very
slowly massage her with my penis.  She begins to respond with little
movements of her hips, rubbing herself against me.  suddenly she breaks off
and stands up.  her eyes are wide, and she is staring at me.  I am scared
she will make a scene.  but she just gets out of the pool and goes to the
showers.  I find her standing under a stream of hot water.  I ask her if I
have upset her.  she shakes her head, tells me it was just that she had got
a little carried away.  I still ha ve an erection, and smile, telling her
she was not the only one.  She giggles when she sees it.  she is looking at
me intently.  Her mouth in a smile, lips biting her bottom lip.  I move
closer to her, she looks around.  we are alone.  I reach out and 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.  Looks up at me, eyes
sparkling. I suggest we go and get changed.  She nods and follows me in to
the changing rooms.
   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 benath 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.  Through the
material of my trunks (quite a thin nylon!) and the material of her
swimsuit (equally thin) I could feel the familiar softness that told me my
dick was up against her pussy!
   Now there are some certain facts that cannot, and will not change.  If
you are in deep water with someone hanging onto you, you will sink.  The
only way to avoid this is to 'tread water'.  Sort of swimming but in an
upright position.  As I duly trod water, we both became aware of the fact
that the action of my legs made us bob up and down in the water.  To
onlookers it would have looked as though we were having sex!  Indeed, as we
rubbed together, I got an erection, so only two aforementioned layers of
thin material prevented it!  Even so, Jasmine was getting a thorough
rubbing right were it counted.  She stared open mouthed at me, her fingers
gripping my shoulders tight enough to leave little bruises there!  'I think
we should stop!' She said, almost choking; heavy breathing and splashing
water not being a good combination.  I let go of her, and we swam to the
side of the pool.  She held onto the bar, getting her breath back.  I
floated on my back, just next to her, trying to relax.  She was looking
down at the bulge in my trunks.  '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!  'Better than your own fingers then?' She looked at me aghast.  'How
did you....?' 'Just guessing, but obviously you do!' '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 mankinds favourite pastime! 
Anyone who says they don't, or haven't, is lying, or just hasn't started
yet!' Her shreik 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
murmered.  '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 astouded by the revelation!  'Probably.  Do it myself now and then!'
She stared 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
laughed in a very self concious 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 Musllim 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 the most liberal of men!
'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.' 'You too?' I stared at her.  There she went again with the
merciless questions!  'Er....well....if I was honest, I suppose I'd have to
say yes....' 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 their
babies.  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 stomache.  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 are 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.
'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 parrotted.  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?  she asked.  I nodded.  'What do you think, am I'm old
enough?'
   I'm going to have to talk to her about asking 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.  My erection began
growing again, and I hurried into the relative privacy of the showers to
hide my embarrasment!  When Jasmine came in her eyes dropped down to take
in the bulge in my trunks.  She glanced up at me.  'Does that happen
often?' 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....' 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 'Famly Changing' and a silhouette of a
family 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 at my still bulging trunks!  'You're not going to change your
mind when it's your turn, and make me look silly?' She pursed her lips and
shook her head.  'No.  'Course not.  Wouldn't be fair.  And I can't put my
clothes on over a wet cozzy, can I?  Anyway....' she never finished the
sentence.  I wonder what it would have been.  I hooked my trunks with my
thumbs.  Her eyes dropped to my dick, 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?' 'No.  I
suppose its not!  Come on then, your turn!'
   The rest of 'Jasmine' will be up loaded soon.  I'm working on it when I
can!
  
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