Thank God for Young Men

By the time Jasmine pulled up to the house, she could smell the familiar scent of Kami’s arousal mixed with something she had never smelled before. Was that John‘s sperm? Was that what it smelled like? It wasn’t particularly pleasant, but if she was going to love him, then she was going to have to get used to it. Besides, Kami wasn’t complaining, so Jasmine certainly wasn’t going to either.

It was difficult to not take things too far too fast. As the walked up to the front door, Jasmine was tempted to welcome John home, give him a key, and ask him to carry her over the threshold. Of course that would be unfair to John. He needed time to become comfortable with Jasmine and Kami, to understand how committed they were. She was in it for the long haul. Jasmine could wait.

“Is beer okay?” Jasmine asked as she got John seated in the living room. She had stocked the fridge with the beer John had ordered at the restaurant.

“I could use one,” John said with laughter in his voice, “probably two or three after the ride over here.”

“You two sit and visit,” Kami interrupted, “I’ll get the drinks.”

Jasmine stares in disbelief at her wife. In all the years that they had been together, Kami had never offered to serve their guests. It had been a source of more than a few arguments in the early days of their marriage. Kami just didn’t think like a hostess. She wanted to visit, not make visitors feel at home.

But, never to look a gift horse in the mouth, Jasmine took her seat on the couch next to John, her love, her desire.

“So,” he said awkwardly, “you have a lovely house.”

“It’s okay, you know,” Jasmine said, straight to the point, “you and Kami. In the car.”

“Pardon?”

“The sex,” Jasmine said, placing a hand on his thigh, “I don’t mind. I mean, I wish it had been me with you, but you deserved it. I’m okay with it.”

“I don’t understand,” her man said, “like I’ve been having a great time today, and yesterday was wonderful, but is this like a thing? Between you two?”

“Is what a thing?” Kami asked as she walked back into the living room, a beer in each hand. She was wearing an apron.

“You two,” John gestures at Jasmine and her wife, “do you find guys and share them, or whatever?”

Jasmine and Kami shared a look. He still didn’t get it.

“No, we’ve never done this before,” Jasmine said, “and we never will, not after you. You need to understand, what we have is special.”

“It’s love,” Kami emphasized.

“Love,” Jasmine agreed, “we’re not playing with you, or messing with you. We are in love with you.”

“Now if you two lovebirds will excuse me,” Kami said, “I was thinking of whipping up some chocolate cookies!”

Jasmine stared after her wife, the aggressive, competitive woman who had once told her that the Stepford Wives was the scariest movie she had ever seen. Cookies? Kami didn't make cookies. Kami didn't even eat cookies! Kami ate celery and carrot sticks, and if she was spoiling herself, ranch dressing!

"Okay then," John said slowly, bringing Jasmine back to the present, "so you're in love with me. And you don't mind sharing me with each other."

"That's right," Jamine said, wondering if John would be ready for another round. She had read that men needed time to recover after an orgasm, but sometimes young men could surprise you. She slid her hand up his thing to his groin and began to massage through his jeans, "as many lesbians as you want. Of course, if you only want us, that's wonderful!"

"Wait," John jerking away from Jasmine's hand, "lesbians? As many lesbians?"

"Any lesbian you want," Jasmine said, wondering why he was freaking out. Of course John could have as many lesbian lovers as he wanted! How did he think being a lesbian worked? "I can make introductions if you'd like. I know plenty."

"Any lesbian? I thought that this was just you and Kami," John stood up and started backing away, "What is going on? I don't understand!"

Jasmine stood up and approached the man she adored. She took his hands in hers and locked eyes with him.

"Love is scary," she said, "I get it. But without love, we have nothing. John, darling, don't worry about tomorrow and how many lovers you might have. Right now, you're here, in my home, with me. Right now I'm yours, and you're mine."

"But I..."

Jasmine didn't let him get any further. She pressed her lips up against his, wrapped her arms around him, and began to show him how much she loved him. The kiss intensified, and Jasmine found herself pausing to pull John's shirt over his head. her first view of her lover's body, flat chest, slight pot belly, a trail of hair that led from his belly button down into his pants. It was so different from a woman's body, so different from anything she had been attracted to before, but looking at it now Jasmine felt the quiver of a small orgasm wash over his body.

Frantically, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She had worn a set of white lace panties and bra, a set she had worn on her wedding night for Kami. It was only appropriate, after all, to make a statement about her commitment.

Taking her shirtless lover by the hand, Jasmine pulled him toward the bedroom that Kami and Jasmine shared. Before she had left for their date, Jasmine had made the bed and scattered rose petals on the cover. She had always found the scent arousing; Kami had used the technique on her often after fighting with her, setting the scene for fabulous make up sex.

John and Jasmine had nothing to make up, but she wanted John so badly that she would use any tool she had.

"John, darling," Jasmine said as she pulled him toward the bed, "Take me. Make me your woman." Then she lay down on the bed, pulling him down with her. As his body hit hers, she could feel the pressure of an erection in his pants.

Thank God for young men, she thought as she lost herself in another kiss.