Follow the address.

Jasmine gave Spencer her address and he was just the tiniest bit relieved to find it was on the opposite side of town from where Danielle, and Jessica for that matter, lived. Not that he should be worried about calling in on an old friend he hadn’t seen in years. It just might seem a little much for Dani if he was caught coming out of another woman’s house so soon after the time at Jessica’s. Besides Danielle would be at work at the bank anyway.

Pulling up into the driveway of Jasmine’s house, Spencer was impressed by the modern-looking two-story building. Nicely presented with a low maintenance garden Spencer got out of his car and made his way to the front door ringing the bell. It was quickly answered by his old friend Jasmine.

Just as she had been at the bar, the petite Asian woman was every bit as gorgeous and attractive as before. The pint-sized girl beaming in happiness as she rushed out of the doorway to hug Spencer in a pair of black booty shorts and a tight white singlet top overlayed with screen-printed tattoo details. The designs on the skin-tight top seeming to match with the twin sleeve tattoos Jasmine already had. Without a bar to separate them, Spencer couldn’t help but notice the feel of the firm cups of Jasmine’s bra pressing into his chest as well as the back clasp as he rubbed her back in greeting.

“Jasmine! You’re all grown up. You look amazing,” Spencer said as they took a step back to admire each other.

“As do you, Spencer. I couldn’t say in the bar but you look so handsome as an adult,” Jasmine complimented.

Spencer laughed. “How is it I look so old and you practically look like a teenager still? I’ve almost gone completely grey.”

“Oh hush!” Jazzy said with a playful swat at Spencer’s arm and a giggle. Other than a little sprinkling of salt and pepper at the temples, Spencer looked to be in his prime still. Broad chested, strong and muscular, he looked like a man with the energy of someone half his age. “Now come on inside before we spend all day gawking at each other.

As she turned and strode away Spencer couldn’t help but drop his eyes to the curve of Jasmine’s legs and the way her little shorts just seemed to cup her cheeks. Spencer felt heat on his face and assumed it was just the change in temperature of the house as he came inside.

Jasmine offered Spencer a drink which he declined for now so the pair of them migrated to the couch in the downstairs living room to get reacquainted.

“So, fill me in on everything that has gone on with you since high school,” Jasmine first asked Spencer before remembering, “wait! How did it go on your date?”

“Good,” Spencer said with a grin and a flush to his cheeks.

Jasmine laughed. “Lucky bastard!” she told him as she punched him playfully in the stomach. Jasmine moving closer to him on the couch to do so, their legs touching. “You said you were retired? What were you doing beforehand?”

Spencer gave Jasmine the abridged version of everything that he’d gone through they’d graduated. College, Lobbying, Kirsten and then Amy. Pulling out a photo of his daughter on his phone, Spencer showed Jasmine.

“She’s beautiful. I bet she looks just like her Mom,” Jasmine commented. If she knew just how much her words could hurt Spencer, she never would have said them.

“She does. More so with every passing year,” Spencer said with a touch of melancholy. To change the subject, he switched things back onto Jasmine. “Enough about me, what about you? And when did you get these?” he said indicating the tattoos down the length of both of her arms.

Jasmine thought for a moment before beginning her tale. “Well after high school I became a bit of a party girl in college. Not like a real college like you did but a commercial cooking school. I’m a chef.”

“That doesn’t seem like you. You were always pretty straight edge in high school,” Spencer told her.

“I know. I only ever made out with the one boy in high school.”

Spencer tried to wind his mind back to then. He couldn’t ever recall Jasmine Hong dating anyone or making out for that fact. “Who was that?”

Jasmine blushed a bright red even through her tanned Asian features. “You Spencer!”

“What!” he was incredulous, “I mean, I sure as heck would have remembered if we did that.”

“Do you remember Libby Garcia’s party senior year where you played seven minutes in heaven with Wendy Davis?”

“Yeah…” he wasn’t sure where she was going with this.

Jasmine steeled herself for what she was about to admit. “I had the biggest crush on you back then Spencer. I stole Wendy’s turn in the closet with you. It was dark so you never knew.”

Spencer’s eyes widened at the implications. “So that was why Wendy was so mad at me when I tried to feel her up at school the following week. Hey, so we… umm…”

“You fingered me.” Jasmine’s mind recalled the effects Spencer’s touch had had on her. The inexperienced exploring fingers that had felt so good inside her virginal slit back then. The intense pleasure she’d felt inside her pussy as Spencer had driven himself knuckle deep. She was back in the moment. Her breathing coming fast now and her sex just as wet as it had been back then.

Spencer too could recall the hotness and the wetness. To now know it was Jasmine Hong all along and not Wendy Davis. Jasmine Hong sat beside him, heat radiating from where her body touched against his.

Shit, Spencer! Change the subject. “What about now? Any boyfriend? A husband…”

“I’m married, Spencer. I have a partner,” Jasmine said slowly. “That was why I was so weird on the phone before. I hadn’t told them I’d seen you at the bar that night. We moved here when they opened a tattoo shop the next town over.”

Spencer nodded to this news. He looked around the well-kept house. Pictures of art hung on the walls, cut flowers in bowls, all-round net and tidiness. It didn’t look like a male lived here at all. “Your husband must be the neatest man I’ve ever seen.”

“I have a wife actually. Amber is her name. I came out several years back. I’m a lesbian, well, bisexual technically, there just hasn’t been anyone around for that recently. I could never really stop wanting a man and all his.. parts.”

Jasmine looked at Spencer longingly. She wanted him to kiss her so badly. She wanted him to tear off her clothes and drive his cock inside her and fuck her right there on the couch. She wanted to finish what they had started in Libby Garcia’s walk-in robe all those years ago. It had been a mistake to not tell Amber about Spencer and to invite him over after she’d left for work. It was a mistake she’d wanted to make.

Spencer too could feel the sexually charged atmosphere in the room. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that if he was to kiss Jasmine right now that he could have her and she wouldn’t stop him in the slightest. He could have every single piece of her. He’d made a mistake with Evelyn the other day. Was it really only yesterday that had happened? He couldn’t make a second mistake like that again so soon.

“I have to meet my girlfriend, Danielle, for lunch,” Spencer said abruptly rising. There was power in names and by naming her he’d broken the spell the two of them had been under. A shared history had rushed up to trap the two of them together but Spencer had avoided it.

“Oh, well it’s so lovely to see you. Spencer. We’re in the same town now so let’s not be strangers and do this again soon,” Jasmine told him as she followed Spencer to the front door.

“You’ve my number now?” he asked checking to see if Jasmine had saved it after his call.

She nodded and then they stood awkwardly together on the front step to her house. They both made an aborted move to hug each other before second-guessing themselves. Finally, they committed to an embrace. Jasmine sighed into Spencer’s warm chest as she allowed herself to be drawn into his arms. She was sure she could feel something significant coming from Spencer pressing in against the middle of her stomach. Something large and thick.

Letting go, Spencer was just about to leave when Jasmine's sense of caution was finally overcome. Calling him back as he’d turned around, Jasmine told him, “for Wendy Davis.”

She had to reach up to the back of his neck and pull Spencer down to her. He didn’t resist as her mouth came to his and she kissed him deep and hard. Their mouths parting as they grazed their tongues along each others. For long minutes they kissed out the front of Jasmine Hong’s new house for all the world to see. Her eyes were closed so she couldn’t see if any of her neighbours had been spying on them but she hoped they hadn’t been. For those few minutes, they were teenagers again and Jasmine was reliving her first crush with all the added wisdom and experience womanhood had brought her.

Breaking off Jasmine told Spencer in a breathless ****, “go and see your girl,” before she turned and fled from him, slamming the door behind her.