Identity Crisis Pt. 2

Clea opened the door with a smile, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Kyle. "Hey there, Kyle. Thanks for coming over. Jazmine's been missing you a lot but is too shy to say it." Her voice was smooth, dripping with honeyed lies.

Kyle grinned, stepping inside. "No problem, Clea. Anything for Jazmine."

Clea led him towards Jazmine's room, weaving a web of deceit. "She's been a bit down lately, but I think seeing you will really cheer her up. Just be yourself, you know? She loves that."

"Yeah, of course. I got this," Kyle said with a confident nod, clearly buying into Clea’s story.

As they reached the door, Clea paused, giving Kyle a reassuring smile. "Just go in and talk to her. She needs you right now."

Kyle nodded and entered the room. Jazmine immediately tensed up, her eyes flicking to what she was wearing. Her black nightie with the matching panties underneath made her look both cozy and sexy.

Great, now he’s seeing me like this. Her mind flickered between thinking it was good because she was supposed to look good, but bad because Kyle was seeing her like this.

Kyle took a seat next to her, his presence filling the room. "Hey, Jazmine. Clea said you’ve been missing me. Why didn’t you just say so? You know I’m kind of a big deal around here." His voice was that typical confident frat boy tone, almost comically so.

What the hell, Clea? Jazmine **** a smile, trying to play the eager girlfriend. "Hey, Kyle. Yeah, I’ve just been... you know, busy with stuff."

Kyle leaned in closer, his hand casually resting on her thigh. "Busy with what? You know you can tell me anything."

Anything? How about the fact that I’m spiraling and questioning my entire existence? "Just work stuff, you know. It’s been a lot."

He nodded, his hand moving slightly, sending shivers up her spine. "Relax, girl. I’m here to fix everything, like always. No worries."

Jazmine tried to keep her cool, reminding herself of Clea’s words. He’s your boyfriend. This is normal. You’ve done this a hundred times. "Yeah, I guess you’re right."

Kyle leaned in, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips. "You know I care about you, right?" he said, his voice taking on a softer tone.

The kiss started driving Jazmine crazy, the familiar sensation making her overthink every move. *Oh my god, he kissed me. What do I do? Kiss him back? Is this okay?*

"Yeah, I know," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kyle’s hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer. "I’ve missed you, Jazmine. It’s been too long." His words were laced with that stereotypical frat boy charm, almost exaggeratedly so.

Jazmine’s inner voice screamed at her. Too long? It’s been a few days! But she **** herself to relax, trying to remember Clea’s words. "I’ve missed you too, Kyle."

He kissed her again, deeper this time, and she felt her body responding despite her inner turmoil. This is normal. You’ve done this before. It’s okay.

Kyle’s hand roamed her body, his touch familiar yet foreign. It was normal, but it wasn’t. Jazmine tried to focus on the positives, on the moments they had shared, but her mind kept flickering back to her doubts.

Why is this so hard? It used to be easy. Just go with it, Jazmine.

Kyle pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. "You okay, babe? You seem a bit off."

Jazmine **** a smile, nodding. "I’m fine, just a bit tired."

"You’re tense, babe. Let me give you the magic touch." Kyle said, his voice dripping with that over-the-top confidence. "You deserve it."

His words should have comforted her, but they only made her more anxious. Relax? How am I supposed to relax when my mind is a mess?

Kyle’s hands continued their exploration, and Jazmine tried to stay in the moment, to be the eager girlfriend he expected. She reminded herself of Clea’s words, of the times they had shared, and tried to push her doubts away.

But it was hard. So damn hard.

Kyle’s kisses grew more insistent, and Jazmine found herself responding, her body betraying her mind. This is what you’re supposed to do. Just go with it.

He pulled her closer, his hands roaming her back, and she felt herself getting lost in the sensation. This is normal. This is okay. Just go with it.

But even as she tried to focus on the positives, her inner voice wouldn’t shut up. You’re losing yourself, Jazmine. This isn’t you. You're Jackson Steele.

Kyle’s touch was familiar, but it wasn’t enough to silence her doubts. You’re supposed to be Jazmine Jade. You’re supposed to be strong.

As Kyle’s hands roamed her body, Jazmine tried to remember who she was supposed to be, who she needed to be. She tried to push her doubts away, to focus on the moment.

You’re Jazmine Jade. You can do this. Just go with it.

Jazmine tried to keep up the facade of the eager girlfriend, but beneath the surface, her inner turmoil churned.

"So, babe," Kyle said between kisses, "tell me more about that shoot with Michael Kors. You must've looked hot as fuck in those outfits."

Jazmine managed a smile, though her mind raced with conflicting thoughts. How can I keep pretending to be attracted him like this?

"Yeah, it was intense," she replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Lots of outfits, lots of changes. But I got through it."

Kyle nodded, his hand tracing lightly down her arm. "You always nail these things. It's why I admire you, babe."

He admires Jazmine Jade, her inner voice mocked. But what about Jackson Steele? Does he even matter anymore?

As Kyle leaned in for another kiss, Jazmine's heart sank. The warmth of his lips against hers only added to her confusion. She kissed him back, trying to push away her doubts.

Their conversation meandered on, as he eventually talked about his plans for the weekend—clubbing, beers with friends, and a possible game night.

"Yeah, that'd be fucking awesome, man. What time?" Kyle asked excitedly on the phone to one of his buddies.

_How can he be so carefree? I'm right here, _Jazmine wondered, her doubts swirling. Maybe I'm not good enough?

They continued their conversation, with Kyle's exaggerated frat boy persona dominating the dialogue.

"So, babe, you ever think about hitting up that new club downtown? It's supposed to be lit," Kyle said with a grin, his hand resting casually on Jazmine's thigh.

Jazmine **** a laugh, nodding along. "Yeah, maybe we should check it out sometime."

Kyle leaned in for another kiss, his lips eager against hers. Jazmine responded, trying to lose herself in the familiarity of his touch. His kisses were confident, almost demanding, and she mirrored his enthusiasm despite the doubts gnawing at her.

"Yeah, babe," Kyle murmured between kisses, "you're so damn sexy tonight."

Is this what it means to be desired? Is this the attention Jazmine Jade should be getting?

His hands wandered, caressing her sides and trailing up to cup her breasts. Jazmine shivered at the touch, torn between the pleasure of sensation and the confusion of identity.

"God, you feel amazing," Kyle whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Am I enjoying this? Or just pretending to be the girl he wants me to be? Is Jazmine Jade supposed to feel this pleasure?

Their conversation ebbed and flowed, interspersed with kisses that deepened in intensity. Kyle's hands roamed freely now, exploring the curves of her body.

"So, babe," Kyle murmured, his voice husky, "what are you thinking right now?"

Jazmine hesitated, caught between truth and fiction. "Just... enjoying the moment," she replied vaguely.

Enjoying? Or enduring?

Kyle's lips found hers again, his kiss hungry and urgent. Jazmine responded eagerly, her body betraying her inner conflict as she melted into his embrace. She clung to the physical sensations, letting them drown out the doubts that threatened to overwhelm her.

Their make-out session continued, Kyle's hands continuing their exploration over her body. She found herself responding instinctively, kissing him back with a passion that masked her inner turmoil and instead highlighted the person she was supposed to be.

Kyle's kisses grew deeper, more insistent, as his hands roamed over Jazmine's body with familiarity. He traced the curve of her waist, his touch lingering on the contours that accentuated her femininity, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within her.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, babe," Kyle murmured between kisses, his voice husky with desire.

Jazmine's mind raced as Kyle's hands found places that now only added to her confusion. His touch stirred up conflicting emotions—pleasure mingled with discomfort, desire entwined with self-doubt.

Kyle's fingers brushed against the swell of her breasts, a touch that elicited a natural response of pleasure, despite the underlying complexity of her feelings. Jazmine had grown accustomed to the physical changes wrought by hormones and surgery, yet each caress now served as a reminder of the facade she maintained.

I can't go all the way tonight, not with the way I feel, Jazmine's inner voice insisted, grappling with the conflicting desires within her. But I have to give him something. He won't settle for nothing. But maybe...

Maybe just a blowjob, she thought, her inner voice hesitant yet rationalizing. I've done it enough times before. It's not the end of the world.

And so she had convinced herself that a blowjob might suffice. It wasn't ideal, but it was a compromise she could live with.

But convincing herself wasn't easy. The conflict between Jazmine Jade and Jackson Steele raged within her, each vying for dominance in this pivotal moment. She took a brief moment, steadying herself.

But as Kyle's impatience grew evident in his touches and his eagerness, Jazmine realized she needed to act, to coax him into accepting what she could offer tonight. It took every ounce of her willpower to summon the confidence she needed, to muster the courage to suggest an alternative without outright refusing him.

"Kyle," she murmured, her voice husky with a mix of desire and hesitation, "how about... something different tonight?"

His brows furrowed with confusion, disappointment flickering across his features. "Different how?"

She took a deep breath, summoning her best seductive smile as she leaned in closer, her fingers tracing lightly along his thigh. "A blowjob," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Just a blowjob."

Kyle's expression shifted from disappointment to consideration, though his ego seemed bruised by the suggestion. "Come on, Jazmine," he protested half-heartedly, "I was hoping for more than that."

Jazmine's heart sank at his resistance, but she knew this was the compromise she needed to make tonight. "Please," she pleaded softly, her hand moving higher along his thigh.

He sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping with resignation. "Fine," he relented, though the disappointment lingered in his voice.

Relief washed over Jazmine, mingled with a tinge of guilt. She knew she was using her sexuality as a shield against deeper vulnerabilities, yet the relief of avoiding full intimacy tonight outweighed the guilt—for now.

She slid off the bed onto her knees, looking up at him with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Let me take care of you," she murmured, her voice low and sultry.

Kyle hesitated, his eyes flickering with conflicting emotions. "I don't know, Jaz..."

She placed a finger on his lips, silencing his doubts. "Trust me," she whispered, her touch lingering on his thigh.

With a resigned sigh, Kyle nodded. "Okay."

With practiced ease, Jazmine shifted her demeanor, channeling a performance she had seen countless times on screen. She unbuttoned his pants with deliberate slowness, maintaining eye contact that bordered on seductive challenge. As she slid down his zipper, she glanced up at him through thick lashes, a coy smile playing on her lips.

"You're gonna love this," she purred, her voice a whisper of anticipation as she eased his pants down.

Kyle watched her with a mix of fascination and impatience, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as she took control of the moment. Jazmine focused on her task, her movements fluid and deliberate as she leaned in, her lips brushing lightly against his length.

"Fuck, Jazmine," Kyle groaned, his voice a mixture of surprise and arousal.

She ignored the familiar pang of discomfort, burying it beneath layers of practiced performance. With each expert movement, each calculated caress, Jazmine slipped further into the role she had learned so well. Her thoughts of identity crisis phased in and out momentarily in the intensity of the act.

Taking a deep breath, Jazmine leaned forward, her lips brushing against the tip of his erection. She took him into her mouth, focusing on her technique, trying to emulate the confidence and allure of a seasoned performer.

Her movements were deliberate, each stroke calculated to elicit a response. She used her tongue and lips expertly, mindful of the sounds she made and the expressions she wore. It was an act she had rehearsed many times, a role she slipped into effortlessly, masking her inner turmoil with a performance of desire.

As she continued, the paradox of the situation struck her. Here she was, minimizing her identity crisis by performing an overtly sexual act, just to avoid something she couldn't handle tonight. The dichotomy hung heavy in the air, overshadowed only by the sounds of her ministrations and Kyle's muted responses.

Jazmine's movements were deliberate, each stroke of her hand and flick of her tongue calculated to elicit a response. She had perfected this art through practice, using her tongue and lips expertly, mindful of every sound and expression she made. It was an act she had rehearsed many times, slipping effortlessly into the role of a seductive, eager lover.

With Kyle's arousal evident, she took him into her mouth, the taste of him familiar yet heightened by the intensity of the moment. She created sloppy, wet sounds as she bobbed her head, ensuring the suction of her lips was just right, driving him wild. Each movement was a symphony of desire, every motion crafted to fuel his pleasure.

Her inner turmoil simmered beneath the surface, masked by her performance. This isn't me. This isn't who I am, her mind protested, but she silenced it with another deep, slow stroke.

Kyle moaned appreciatively, his hands threading through her hair, urging her on with his own brand of encouragement. "Yeah, just like that, baby. You know how much I want you," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

Jazmine continued, the dichotomy of her actions and thoughts weighing heavily on her mind. I shouldn't be doing this. Jackson shouldn't ever be doing this. But she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.

As she intensified her efforts, Kyle's enjoyment grew evident. He began to voice his desires more overtly. "Damn, babe, I want to fuck you so bad," he murmured between breaths, his words both a compliment and a plea.

A surge of frustration threatened to boil over within her, but she swallowed it down, hiding her inner turmoil behind a mask of practiced pleasure. She knew what he wanted, but she wasn't ready to give that part of herself tonight.

Kyle's insistence persisted, his desire pushing her further than she had planned. She paused briefly, looking up at him with a mix of hesitation and determination. "Just hold on, baby" she murmured, her voice husky with exertion.

With a deep breath, Jazmine resolved to give him something more, something that might satisfy his craving without crossing her own boundaries. She leaned in again, taking him deeper than before, attempting to deepthroat him properly for the first time.

The sensation was overwhelming, the heady mix of pleasure and discomfort washing over her as she tried to accommodate him fully. Her throat tightened around him, and she gagged slightly.

Kyle's groans grew louder, his hands gripping the sheets as he surrendered to the sensations she invoked. "Fuck, Jaz, you're amazing," he gasped, his praise mingling with his arousal.

She continued, determined to push through her own doubts and discomfort, focusing solely on his pleasure. Her inner voice screamed at her to stop, to reclaim her sense of self, but she stifled it with each deliberate movement.

As the seconds stretched into eternity, Jazmine maintained her act, her body and mind engaged in a battle of wills. With each passing second, the weight of her identity crisis pressed harder against her facade.

She continued with fervor, her mouth and hands working in synchronized motion, every touch deliberate and calculated. Her lips formed a tight seal around him, the warmth and wetness intensifying as she bobbed her head rhythmically. The taste of him lingered on her tongue, a salty reminder of the act she was performing.

Her inner turmoil simmered beneath the surface, masked by the practiced sounds of suction. You're so good at this, Jaz. He loves it. He wants more, her mind chanted, drowning out the doubts that threatened to consume her.

Kyle groaned appreciatively, his fingers tangling in her hair as he encouraged her with words that fueled her performance. "Fuck, Jaz, I know you're so wet," he moaned, his voice thick with desire.

She pushed herself further, attempting deepthroating every now and then, a skill she had yet to master. Her throat tightened around him, the sensation overwhelming. She gagged slightly, pushing through the discomfort in an effort to please him more.

Kyle's arousal was evident, his words more insistent with each passing moment. "I need to fuck you, babe," he murmured, his desire punctuating the air like a demand.

Jazmine's frustration simmered beneath her facade, her brow furrowing as she fought to keep her cool. Each request to escalate their encounter ignited a fire within her, but she stifled her rising anger, bottling it up inside.

Why can't he just be satisfied? Why does it have to be more? her thoughts screamed, each plea from Kyle intensifying her internal turmoil.

The irritation was seething beneath her skin like a simmering volcano. She was exhausted—physically and emotionally drained from the act she was performing, and Kyle's persistent demands grated on her last nerve.

With a renewed determination to end this encounter quickly, Jazmine returned to her task with a focused intensity. Her mouth moved swiftly, lips gliding up and down his shaft, tongue swirling around the tip in a practiced rhythm. I can do this. Just finish him off. Get him out of here, she urged herself, her inner voice a **** plea for reprieve.

She didn't hold back now. Each word was calculated, aimed at pushing Kyle to climax faster. "You like that, huh? You want me to swallow it all?" she taunted, her words laced with a mixture of bitterness and seduction.

But unfortunately, Kyle's desire for more persisted.

Kyle's expression shifted, disappointment flashing across his features before he masked it with a smile. "Come on, babe. You know I want you, so let’s just fuck," he cajoled, his tone coaxing yet persistent.

And as that plea escaped his lips, a longing for something she couldn't give in her current state, Jazmine snapped.

She pulled her mouth away from him abruptly, the sound of saliva-slick skin echoing in the room. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she spat, her voice sharp with anger. "How many times do I have to say no? I'm doing everything for you right now, and it's still not enough!"

Kyle blinked, taken aback by her sudden outburst. He opened his mouth to respond, but Jazmine cut him off, her hand now a blur as she gripped his shaft firmly and began to jerk him off with furious intensity. Her hand was slick with saliva and determination, pumping him mercilessly.

"You're so goddamn selfish!" she continued, her voice rising with each word. "I'm not some fucking sex doll you can just use whenever you want!"

Kyle's face flushed with embarrassment and arousal mingled with surprise. His body tensed, responding to her relentless grip despite the shock. With a final grunt, he climaxed, spilling onto her hand.

Jazmine released him abruptly, her chest heaving with anger and exhaustion. "Get the fuck out," she repeated, her voice now cold and final.

Kyle hastily pulled up his pants, avoiding her gaze as he hurried out of the room without another word. The door closed behind him with a soft click, leaving Jazmine alone in the aftermath of her outburst.

She stay there on her knees, her mouth, jaw, and hands dirtied with saliva and pre-cum, and her emotions swirling within. Relief mingled with shame and anger, and very quickly followed by fear. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, a release of pent-up frustration and confusion.

Slowly, she raised her hand and observed the aftermath, the remnants of their encounter sticky against her skin. What did I just do? she wondered, her mind still reeling from the intensity of her outburst. Did I just...ruin everything?