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- Jan 9, 2009
âI donât care what he thinks, Iâm not gonna go out with him just because heâs on the football team,â Jasmine exclaimed. Phone tucked between her ear and shoulder the small girl stood before her full length mirror in just a pair of lacy black and crimson panties and a matching bra. Sheâd gone through her closet, looking for an outfit for her date that night before her best friend had called.
Jasmine and Michelle had been friends since the first day of kindergarten when theyâd been seated beside each other. Since then theyâd been nearly inseparable, and time had only made them better friends. Theyâd always found it amusing that rumors had been started that they were lesbians just because they spent so much time together, but the fact that Michelle was no dating the star quarterback had quickly quelled those rumors.
âCâmon Jaz, heâs cuteâ¦kinda,â Michelle whined and Jasmine could almost picture her best friend standing before her mirror, blond hair pulled up into a messy bun, big blue eyes blinking slowly as her lower lip quivered.
âI donât care, Iâm not going out with him, heâs disgusting.â Wrinkling her small nose in disgust Jasmine tossed the dress in her hand back onto the bed before she finally spotted the dress sheâd been looking for. âLook, I know that you and Danny want to have a double date, but the only way youâre getting me to go out with you guys is if you find me someone hot. I donât like jocks, you know that. Now I really have to go, I have a date in an hour and I need to get ready.â
After a few minutes of animated arguing Jasmine finally managed to talk her best friend into a corner and hang up. Sighing and tossing her phone onto the bed Jasmine looked herself over in the mirror and rolled her eyes as she pictured Michelle going out with Danny. âThis night is gonna be fun, Iâm not letting that asshole ruin this,â she said quietly before sitting down to do her makeup.
An hour later she was dressed. After a quick final once over Jasmine smirked and smoothed her small hands down her dress, purring happily. At only 5â3 she wasnât even close to the height of Michelle, who was blond, blue eyed, and stood at 5â7 with legs that went on forever. Instead Jasmine was 5â3, a little plump in all the right places, with hair as black as the night sky and eyes the color of summer grass. In almost every aspect Jasmine resembled her mother whoâd been born in Japan and moved to the United States where sheâd met Jasmineâs father. Just thinking about her mother made Jasmine sad but she pushed the emotions away. Smooth down the length of her small, red, corseted dress Jasmine gave another tug on the strings, making certain that everything was nice and tight before tying the ends. The dress had been her birthday present for herself and she couldnât help but love the way the deep burgundy cloth brought out the blue highlights in her hair and made her creamy skin all the paler. The black ribbon laced through the corseting almost seemed to make the dress darker but Jasmine didnât mind. The dress itself ended just below the curve of her ass and pushed her already perky breasts that much higher, drawing attention to the line of pale skin visible between her breasts. Smiling Jasmine enjoyed the fact she looked like a pornographic China Doll with her pale flesh, dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and full lips, the girl grabbed her purse and headed down the stairs. The burgundy stilettos that sheâd found in a box of her motherâs things seemed to make almost no noise on the stairs and Jasmine hoped that her father was asleep. She knew heâd take one look at her ballet inspired heals and have a fit since burgundy ribbons wrapped up her legs to mid thigh where they tied off in bows.
At the age of two Jasmineâs mother had gotten sick, first it had been a simple sore throat but then sheâd found out she had lung cancer. Less than a year later sheâd withered and died, leaving her husband to care for Jasmine, and heâd done a very good job. For the life of her Jasmine couldnât remember her father ever going out on a date, hell, sheâd never even seem him talk to a woman that he didnât work with. It always amazed her that heâd never gotten remarried, but at the same time she wasnât sure that anyone could ever take her motherâs place. Not Jasmine was almost desperate to find her father someone to call his own. Heâd started changing when Jasmine hit puberty and she noticed that he hated when she went out dressed in anything that showed too much skin. In reality she didnât mind the fact he seemed jealous; Jasmine had had a crush on her father since before she could remember and she couldnât help loving the reaction her clothes had on the man that had raised her.
Chris was 30 and single and hated being single. Every girl he asked out rejected him and he was upset. He was 5'8'' and had short blone hair that he sometimes spiked, but not today. Today he wore a blue T-shirt with a pair of brown pants.
This day was a sad day for him. In particular it had been 3 hears since his mother had died and he wanted to find true love. He had one idea on who it would be thught, and that was his daughter. But the question was would she agree? Also she was a virgin and he kind of was.
He walked into the living room and saw his daughter and smiled at her and saw she was about to leave the house. "Are you going somewhere?" He asked her.
Jasmine stopped at the bottom of the stairs, giving her father a smile as she set her purse at her elbow. "Hey, Daddy. I was just leaving, I have a date tonight, 'Chell talked me into it," she sighed, rolling her eyes as she walked to her father and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Do you like my outfit?" Turning in a circle so he got the complete view of her short, tight dress Jasmine smiled and looked down at herself. "I got it 'cause it matches Mom's shoes. I didn't think you'd mind all that much. Oh, and I was supposed to tell you that Ms. Connor, my drama teacher, said that she'd love to go out for drinks with you one night, well, she didn't say that but she said she wanted to talk to you 'personally' about my performance during class, but I'm sure if you put on your charm you'll have a date within five minutes."
He looked at her and blushed softly wishing that her date with the guy she wanted would fail. He wanted her for himself and he thought she knew it. "It looks nice." He said and paused.
As he turned to leave the house she heard her comment about her teacher and started in anger at her. What had she done wrong this time? He thought to himself and sighed.
Jasmine and Michelle had been friends since the first day of kindergarten when theyâd been seated beside each other. Since then theyâd been nearly inseparable, and time had only made them better friends. Theyâd always found it amusing that rumors had been started that they were lesbians just because they spent so much time together, but the fact that Michelle was no dating the star quarterback had quickly quelled those rumors.
âCâmon Jaz, heâs cuteâ¦kinda,â Michelle whined and Jasmine could almost picture her best friend standing before her mirror, blond hair pulled up into a messy bun, big blue eyes blinking slowly as her lower lip quivered.
âI donât care, Iâm not going out with him, heâs disgusting.â Wrinkling her small nose in disgust Jasmine tossed the dress in her hand back onto the bed before she finally spotted the dress sheâd been looking for. âLook, I know that you and Danny want to have a double date, but the only way youâre getting me to go out with you guys is if you find me someone hot. I donât like jocks, you know that. Now I really have to go, I have a date in an hour and I need to get ready.â
After a few minutes of animated arguing Jasmine finally managed to talk her best friend into a corner and hang up. Sighing and tossing her phone onto the bed Jasmine looked herself over in the mirror and rolled her eyes as she pictured Michelle going out with Danny. âThis night is gonna be fun, Iâm not letting that asshole ruin this,â she said quietly before sitting down to do her makeup.
An hour later she was dressed. After a quick final once over Jasmine smirked and smoothed her small hands down her dress, purring happily. At only 5â3 she wasnât even close to the height of Michelle, who was blond, blue eyed, and stood at 5â7 with legs that went on forever. Instead Jasmine was 5â3, a little plump in all the right places, with hair as black as the night sky and eyes the color of summer grass. In almost every aspect Jasmine resembled her mother whoâd been born in Japan and moved to the United States where sheâd met Jasmineâs father. Just thinking about her mother made Jasmine sad but she pushed the emotions away. Smooth down the length of her small, red, corseted dress Jasmine gave another tug on the strings, making certain that everything was nice and tight before tying the ends. The dress had been her birthday present for herself and she couldnât help but love the way the deep burgundy cloth brought out the blue highlights in her hair and made her creamy skin all the paler. The black ribbon laced through the corseting almost seemed to make the dress darker but Jasmine didnât mind. The dress itself ended just below the curve of her ass and pushed her already perky breasts that much higher, drawing attention to the line of pale skin visible between her breasts. Smiling Jasmine enjoyed the fact she looked like a pornographic China Doll with her pale flesh, dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and full lips, the girl grabbed her purse and headed down the stairs. The burgundy stilettos that sheâd found in a box of her motherâs things seemed to make almost no noise on the stairs and Jasmine hoped that her father was asleep. She knew heâd take one look at her ballet inspired heals and have a fit since burgundy ribbons wrapped up her legs to mid thigh where they tied off in bows.
At the age of two Jasmineâs mother had gotten sick, first it had been a simple sore throat but then sheâd found out she had lung cancer. Less than a year later sheâd withered and died, leaving her husband to care for Jasmine, and heâd done a very good job. For the life of her Jasmine couldnât remember her father ever going out on a date, hell, sheâd never even seem him talk to a woman that he didnât work with. It always amazed her that heâd never gotten remarried, but at the same time she wasnât sure that anyone could ever take her motherâs place. Not Jasmine was almost desperate to find her father someone to call his own. Heâd started changing when Jasmine hit puberty and she noticed that he hated when she went out dressed in anything that showed too much skin. In reality she didnât mind the fact he seemed jealous; Jasmine had had a crush on her father since before she could remember and she couldnât help loving the reaction her clothes had on the man that had raised her.
Chris was 30 and single and hated being single. Every girl he asked out rejected him and he was upset. He was 5'8'' and had short blone hair that he sometimes spiked, but not today. Today he wore a blue T-shirt with a pair of brown pants.
This day was a sad day for him. In particular it had been 3 hears since his mother had died and he wanted to find true love. He had one idea on who it would be thught, and that was his daughter. But the question was would she agree? Also she was a virgin and he kind of was.
He walked into the living room and saw his daughter and smiled at her and saw she was about to leave the house. "Are you going somewhere?" He asked her.
Jasmine stopped at the bottom of the stairs, giving her father a smile as she set her purse at her elbow. "Hey, Daddy. I was just leaving, I have a date tonight, 'Chell talked me into it," she sighed, rolling her eyes as she walked to her father and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Do you like my outfit?" Turning in a circle so he got the complete view of her short, tight dress Jasmine smiled and looked down at herself. "I got it 'cause it matches Mom's shoes. I didn't think you'd mind all that much. Oh, and I was supposed to tell you that Ms. Connor, my drama teacher, said that she'd love to go out for drinks with you one night, well, she didn't say that but she said she wanted to talk to you 'personally' about my performance during class, but I'm sure if you put on your charm you'll have a date within five minutes."
He looked at her and blushed softly wishing that her date with the guy she wanted would fail. He wanted her for himself and he thought she knew it. "It looks nice." He said and paused.
As he turned to leave the house she heard her comment about her teacher and started in anger at her. What had she done wrong this time? He thought to himself and sighed.