Against my better judgment, I went to El Buey to see Jasmine. I knew it was a risky move with her father being there, but I had to see her. After soccer practice, I swung by CVS to pick up some condoms. Once I had them in my hand, the thought of being able to use them with Jasmine, uprooted any common sense I had in my head.

I thought of her smooth skin on my own. Her long pliable limbs embracing me passionately. The way she bit her bottom lip when I fingered her. I became a madman on a mission to see her, even if for just a few stolen moments.

My expectations for the night were low. Maybe I would be able to snag a quick kiss or two from Jasmine before she hurried back to the kitchen. In the buey lair, when she encircled her legs around my waist, kissing me zealously, I knew she wanted me too. I took a chance when I asked her to stay the night with me with little to no real expectations she’d accept my invitation.

Flabbergasted when she said she would, I sprinted to my Range Rover, shaking with excitement. I drove to Magnolia and Union immediately and parked with an immense hard-on. My iPhone, hooked up to my car stereo, queued up the next NPR podcast in line, Hidden Brain.

The topic was the hookup culture on college campuses. A sociologist, Lisa Wade, studied the culture of sex on campuses for five years. With a steady no-nonsense voice, she described how college students went out of their way to conduct their sexual relationships with a high level of meaninglessness because those were the supposed norms in today’s youth sex culture. An unnamed girl said that she had friends who had several drunken sexual encounters but had never held hands with someone. I briefly wondered if the girl was actually talking about herself.

The podcast, in no way, helped with deflating my mammoth hard on, but it warmed me to think about how Jasmine and I had something special. We were beating the odds as college kids and not falling into a meaningless hookup trap. I loved holding her small soft hands in mine. It was unimaginable to think we could have skipped those tender moments and went straight to sex. I was more ready than ever to be with her that night.

It drove me crazy that Jasmine had to hide everything from her father. I wanted a chance to prove to Jose Fontaine that Jasmine was not a hook up to me. She meant so much more, but Jasmine insisted we kept everything a secret. If only I could talk to him, man to man, he would see that his daughter was someone I cared for deeply.

Shankar Vedantam from Hidden Brain went on interviewing other college students my age who had a vast collection of hook up adventures but barely any meaningful romantic experiences to speak of. I listened, trying to patiently wait for Jasmine to appear, feeling genuinely sorry for the people revealing their sad gloomy romantic lives.

After a few minutes, I saw her sprinting across the intersection, her raven hair floating behind her. My stomach dipped at the sight of her, excited that she was there and we were moments away from finally being together.

Jasmine climbed into my Range Rover, breathless. She’d ditched her chef coat revealing a tight white tank top underneath. The rise and fall of her breasts peeking over the top of the tank top’s low neckline enchanted me.

Strapping the seat belt around her, the cross strap laid snug between her breasts pressing them down, making them look even more enticing. I fantasized holding those soft fleshy mounds in my hands while my mouth kissed them. Jerking me out of my fantasies, Jasmine pecked me on the cheek with urgency. “Alex, let’s go! Hurry!”

I roused myself from my trance and drove us to my apartment with my cock rigid underneath my jeans. Forcing myself to concentrate, I tapped off NPR on my iPhone. People talking about sex, even if in a clinical sterile manner, and Jasmine sitting next to me with that white little tank top almost made me explode in my pants.

As we drove, Jasmine noticed my stiff dick rising from my lap. From the corner of my eye, I saw her bite her bottom lip as she looked at it. Her hand naughtily petted my eager cock. “You’re hard for me already?” she murmured.

“I’ve been hard for you since I met you.” I yelped while she unzipped my pants reaching in for my excited dick. Glancing over, I saw her lick her full red lips causing me to inadvertently swerve. I composed myself quickly, steadying the car and focusing on the road.

We were five minutes from my apartment. If Jasmine kept going, I’d surely blow my load all over the steering wheel. I grabbed her hand with my own. “If I let you stroke me, we will definitely get in an accident.”

She smiled. “Okay.” She bit her bottom lip again, looking down at my giant cock. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

I rolled down my window to feel cool air on my face. The next five minutes driving home were torture. I wanted Jasmine so badly my teeth ached.

When we finally got to my apartment, we tore each other’s clothes off as soon as we stepped inside. I laid Jasmine down on my bed, gently spreading her legs open with my hands. My body quivered with anticipation as I kissed her body from her nipples down the curve of her waist and then further down between her legs.

Spreading open her soft pussy lips with my hands, my tongue lapped at her clit. Her moans were richly sensual, purring out from between her lips. “Feels so good, Alex!” When I licked harder and faster and slipped two thick fingers into her wet pussy, she quivered, softly murmuring, “Oh my God.”

Determined to have her come around my fingers, my tongue circled her clit with tenacity while my fingers dipped deeper inside of her. Her body shuddered even more. Finally, she breathlessly uttered, “I’m coming, Alex!” Her body jerked up and back as her pussy squeezed my fingers with force.

I grabbed a condom quickly, rolling it down over my thick cock. Jasmine pulled me to her with sultry eyes. I kissed her softly, loving the way her bare breasts felt against my chest. Gripping my cock tightly, she guided it into her dripping pussy. I pushed inside her, feeling her warmth and tightness.

She gasped faintly. I stopped pushing, worried I had hurt her. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, encircling her arms and legs around my body. “Keep going. It feels good.”

I thrust gently in and out of Jasmine’s tight little box, wanting to savor the deliciousness of it. Extending my arms to hover and see Jasmine’s face, I watched as each time I plummeted my heavy cock inside her, her face twisted in pleasure.

She looked up at me with her pretty brown eyes. She looked so beautiful and sexy with her dark hair falling around her plump breasts, the pink nipples protruding between the strands of hair.

Pushing into her deeper, Jasmine responded with louder moans. “Alex! Alex!” The sound of her voice smothered in sexy breathlessness was too much for me to take. I came with force groaning loudly and squirting my load into the condom.

Collapsing beside Jasmine, I took her into my arms. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Jasmine.” I held her close to me, our sweaty bodies satisfied and spent.

In a dreamy whisper, she said, “I’ve fallen in love with you too, Alex.”

We grinned at each other, both of us feeling the tug of sleep. Happy to have Jasmine in my arms, I closed my heavy eyes. I wanted the night to last forever as we fell asleep blissfully in each other’s arms.