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flattened out her jeans. She quickly excused herself to go to the bathroom, slinging her purse over her shoulder. She went on in, and fixed up her hair. Then she checked her panties. They were absolutely soaked. Soaked and slicked over in her ecstasy.
    I can’t believe this. We haven’t even done anything yet. And he started turning me on so much. I just want to—I want him to fuck me so hard.
    Jasmine fixed up her weave. There were occasional fears she had whenever she wore one: that her tracks were coming loose, or that her edges were eroding, or that she had—the worst of all— a bald spot at the back. She inspected at every angle, making sure that nothing showed from underneath. She patted her hair, trying to assure herself.
    I think I look great. I feel great. I have a lot of confidence. I shouldn’t be scared at all. Besides, my dad owns Southwest Financial Resources. My mom owns Beautiful Hair For You LLC.. Even if this doesn’t work out, I have plenty of options. My parents will be of the find me someone… I think they will…
    Of course, it could be that her parents would simply cut her off. That her parents would show her the door, make her fend for herself.
    Finding a man would be the least of her problems then.
    Putting away a hairbrush, Jasmine tottered back on outside. Antonio was sliding a couple of drinks before himself, and by the time Jasmine got back to her seat, she had a martini in her hands.
    “Thanks for getting me this,” she said. “I think this looks really good.”
    Antonio had already downed a couple of sips. His face had a beautiful tan to it, and now, in the semidarkness of the bar, he looked like an classical statue. All chiseled features, with a beautiful slope to his neck down to broad shoulders, the hard roundness of his pectoral muscles, bursting biceps…
    “I’m sorry,” Jasmine said, “what did you say?”
    Jasmine had been daydreaming, but Antonio had been talking. Whatever he had said, she completely missed it. But she was able to blame it all on the loud bartender.
    “You look beautiful in that dress,” Antonio said, leaning close to her ear, breathing hot air right down into her canal. Her pussy got so wet, she felt juice sliding down her thigh. Just a little bit, nothing too much. But it was enough to make her notice the squishy feeling below.
    “Maybe we should go someplace quieter?” she said. Antonio nodded.
    They went on out to the nature trail. If it weren’t for a couple of lanterns posted into the ground, Jasmine would not be able to see anything. It was just so dark. Antonio held her hand, guiding her along a cobblestone path, a dirt trail leading to a bunch of bushes and trees. She pressed herself up against him, holding his hand tight, leaning against his muscular body. She could practically hear the throb and vigor of his heart beating outwards, racing and lacing Jasmine’s mind in an ecstasy she had never known before.
    Simply standing next to him made her want him absolutely.
    Walking with him.
    Smelling him.
    Seeing.
    “This is really nice, by far my favorite part of the entire complex,” Antonio said. “You could get lost out here for days and never come out of it.”
    It was true. Tina’s Five Star Experience had managed a backyard park for several years. Well, it wasn’t an official park or anything. But more of a private, secluded, exclusive place for rich folk to sort of meander about. You could hear owls cooing in the night. And sometimes, if you squinted hard enough, you could see the spiral arms of the Milky Way galaxy. Just faintly.
    They walked all the way to the far and of the trail…which was really the beginning. It stretched on for miles, going deep into the darkness. There were other couples, some joggers, and an assorted group of tourists. Tons of people by the patio behind them, drinking, having a good time.
    “How about we go down the trail?” Antonio said. Even in the darkness, Jasmine could see his brilliant white teeth.