I swung one of my legs over him so that I was straddling him, sitting in his lap. I smiled at him, and drank my entire vodka soda in one long gulp. He... watched me with considerable confusion, as though unsure of what to make of my sudden turn of mood. I set my glass down on the table by the end of the sofa and started to rock back and forth on the bulge that was growing in his jeans. Encouraged, I continued a rhythmic grinding against him, as I leaned in to kiss his neck and then lick my way up. Forget the little Asian ass with the crazy eyes and snug pussy. Forget Anastasia’s cold dead eyes. Forget her lookalike. And, for just a fleeting moment, forget a different blonde, one whose name I don’t know but whose face I can’t decide if I want to put to canvas or scorch out of my brain.No clear answers.So fuck it.I pull Jasmyn into me, hands finding purchase on her curvy ass, squeezing till she yelps.“Fuck you too,” I grunt, yanking on her braids to get at her caramel throat and that spot. And something else will have grown, too -- not permanently, but repeatedly. And I'll have kissed my dearest, kissed her mouth to mouth, and felt the electric sweetness of her tongue; I'll have kissed her ears and have felt her wiggle her hips so cutely against my hardness in her attempts to escape, that I'll have wanted -- wanted desperately -- to drive my hardness into that wiggle. But I won't have done so. I'll merely have added that desire to so many others, waiting the right time.And that. It had been an unwritten law between them that all encounters would take place on ‘neutral’ territory. There were complications that could arise if that rule was violated. Just made things easier … The bed got stripped, and in place of the everyday linens came a set of dark maroon colored satin sheets and pillow cases. They rarely had ever been used, but this seemed like a good time. There was plenty of indirect lighting in the room, but she moved a couple of floor lamps into better positions. .