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Jasmine stretched her eyes as wide as she could without causing a tiny blood vessel to rupture, and her mouth opened so wide she could feel the tension on her stretched jaws!

They had stepped off the elevator into the foyer of a penthouse apartment and from a quick glance she surmised the apartment covered the entire floor. The length of the hallway seemed endless and this was not at all what she had expected when they stepped off the elevator. It resembled a series of photos she had seen of a penthouse on Park Avenue in New York City.

Instantly, her knees got weak when she realized she was alone with a man in a private setting and NO ONE knew where she was. This place was so big and isolated she could screamed for help until she was blue in the face and no one would hear her. ‘Mercy!’ she thought silently. Suddenly she became aware she was not the confident, fearless young woman she thought she was.

Paul was still holding her hand and instinctively threaded their fingers as if he thought she would run away if he let her go, momentarily forgetting there really was nowhere for her to make an exit without his assistance.

“If for some reason you don't feel comfortable about being here alone with me, Jasmine, we can leave and go back downstairs.”

She stared up at him into his black, piercing eyes and saw gentleness and caring reflected there. Her gut feeling told her she could trust him.

He linked her arm through his and escorted her all around, walking through his lavish living quarters room by room. Beginning to the left of the elevator they walked into the living room which was done in beige and brown Chippendale furnishings. Adjacent to the living room was a game room with a huge pool table, card table and chairs and a fully stocked bar. The walls in the game room were adorned with six feet portraits highlighting his football career- a portrait from his senior high school year in his number fourteen green and gold football uniform, a portrait of each year in college in his number fourteen maroon and white football uniform; a replica of two Sports Illustrated covers, one as the number one running back in the state of Mississippi his junior college year, and one as the Heisman trophy winner his senior college year; and three other portraits with him in his blue and silver Dallas Cowboy uniform, one by himself, one with Herschel Walker and the other with Danny White. The final portrait was him as he was featured on the cover of Black Enterprise Magazine with his restaurant behind him. She was mesmerized with his good looks dressed in a designer black and white pin-stripe suit. She was instantly impressed with his walls of fame! He was fastly becoming bigger than life in her eye sight.

Adjacent to the game room was the huge formal dining room. There was a formal dining room table with pedestal legs. The table was large enough to accommodate twelve chairs with a full china cabinet and serving table. Next was the large kitchen that would have impressed Martha Stewart which was built around an island with black marble tops in the center, and a laundry room adjacent to the kitchen. Also on that side of the penthouse was two elegantly furnished bathrooms.

They walked across the hall to the other side of the suite. The first room they entered was a theater room with plush theater chairs and equipped with a commercial projector and also included an authentic popcorn popping machine, snack counter and fountain drinks machine just like a commercial movie theater and a bathroom joined the theater room to the home gym room. Next to the gym was an office with a bathroom, and two guest bedrooms, each with a private bath.

And last, but not least, they turned and walked to the other end of the foyer. Behind large double doors was the huge master bedroom suite with an oversized king-sized four poster bed with a foot step on each side of the bed. He smiled inwardly when she glanced around, totally amazed at his bedroom. The room with its masculine flare was decorated in blacks and browns with gold accents and African-type art throughout the room, and an enormous master bathroom with a black marble Jacuzzi on one side of the bedroom, and a gigantic walk in closet/dressing room on the other side of the bedroom.

“You have a lovely home, Paul.”

“Thank you, Miss Jasmine.”

After the tour around of the penthouse they returned to the game room. He ushered her to a bar stool and motioned with his free hand for her to sit down. He kissed the back of her hand before he let her hand go and went behind the bar to fix a drink to help control his overactive libido. He was nervous and did not want to move too fast with this priceless treasure. This was the first woman he had ever brought into his private quarters. He asked her if she would like a drink. “Yes, please. Strawberry soda if you have it.” He laughed and asked her if she drank anything else.

“Yup. I drink water, juice, Pepsi, coke, tea, lemonade, and other sodas like Fresca. My biological father and his wife let me taste German beer, vodka, brandy and rum when I visited them last summer. He wanted to prepare me for exposure to alcohol later so he would fix us a drink and then we would discuss how I felt fifteen to twenty minutes after drinking it.”

Paul was thinking maybe she was a little worldlier than he imagined, or maybe she was trying to sound all grown up, or maybe he would have done the same thing if she had been his daughter. He was trying to convince himself he was not making the biggest mistake of his life and at the same time he was fantasizing about being naked, hard and inside her.

He handed her the strawberry soda and used the remote control to activate some music. With his drink in his hand he went to sit near her on another bar stool, purposely leaving a bar stool between them to prevent the hot flames his body from igniting and consuming her if he got too close. The Temptations 'My Girl' was playing and she was singing along with the song. He smiled. “What do you know about Old School Music?”

She rolled her eyes at him and laughed defensively. “I like to think I am somewhat well-rounded. I also like gospel, R&B, Jazz, Opera, Classical, Country/Folk, and Rock. I have been exposed to a lot of musical types while hanging out with my older cousin here and attending school in New England.”

The temptations 'Ain't Too Proud to Beg’ started playing. She swiftly jumped down from the bar stool and began to dance. He was sipping his drink and watching her graceful catlike moves and feeling his nature rising, as she moved before him, alternating dynamic hip thrusts with mind blowing belly rolls and booty shaking moves. She had rendered him totally spellbound. She was as graceful as a gazelle and as provocative and sexy as a Hawaiian belly dancer.

'She's got rhythm, he thought as he envisioned those rhythmic movements in his bed. He could almost feel her beautiful legs around his waist while they made love. He was slowly sipping his drink and experiencing a slow burn in his private part as he watched her gyrating her well sculptured big hips. He was imagining her moving beneath him with her gorgeous legs wrapped around his back, and her well-rounded bottom bouncing up and down in his hands while his manhood invaded her covenant area. 'He needed to get control of both his heads. What was he thinking? He was almost old enough to be her father. But she had him mesmerized and he was totally smitten with her.’ His swollen shaft had no idea how old she was. It only knew it wanted to be making love to her.

Marvin Gaye's 'Stubborn Kinda Fellow' started playing and he sat his drink down and stood up and held out his hand. “Do you know anything about dancing to this song?”

She stopped moving and raised her eyebrows. She stretched her eyes wide and grinned sheepishly. She glanced at his outstretched hand, inhaled deeply before moving forward to step in front of him, put her hand in his hand. “Try me. You lead and I will try to follow.”

He started leading the way in a basic two step move. She fell right into rhythm with him. He was astounded someone so young could be so worldly and versatile. She was just as mature and intelligent as some women he knew that was his age and older! She was the sexiest woman he had been with in quite some time.

They started 'steppin' and laughing. He loved watching the graceful sway of her hips when he spun her away from him and the feel of her soft cotton-like feeling body against his hard body when they came close together. Her sweet scent was powerful and captivating and putting devious, manly thoughts in his mind. While dancing she missed a step and stumbled, almost losing her balance. He reacted swiftly by catching her and holding her close to him as gently as if she breakable, afraid she would shatter into a million pieces if she fell. He picked her up in his arms and walked to an over-sized black leather chair in the game room. He sat down in the chair with her in his lap and brushed his hand along her soft cheek. “Are you alright, baby?” She turned her head to look at him. “I…..” Her speech was cut off when he kissed her on the lips, his full lips expertly engulfing her smaller lips. When his lips touched hers he tasted her sweetness.

Jasmine’s head was spinning and she was seeing stars behind her closed eyes when he finally halted the kiss. Her stomach was doing flip-flops. She had never been kissed by a man before and it was different and scary. She had noidea what to expect next. She was sensing how confident and comfortable he was with himself. She was gazing up at him with bewilderment and then he watched as she drew in a ragged breath as the power of what they'd just shared threatened to overcome her. When she began shivering he pulled her closer into his arms. Before she could fully recover from the first kiss and get control of her faculties he kissed her again, longer, more evasive with his tongue this time. Paul wanted to convince himself that being without sex for so long was the reason he was entwining her mouth with his like a man starving and her lips where the only food available. He knew instantly he wanted more than an impromptu kiss from her.

She was floating on air! His kiss had gone from gentle and sweet to deep to downright greedy, and his mouth became more demanding. Now parts of her body were being awakened that she didn't even know existed and she was having trouble controlling them.

Straight away she realized she was in over her head! This was not the same as teasing the college boys she was accustomed to dealing with. She needed to make the great escape but was unsure how to accomplish that feat.

She was getting skittish but didn't want to expose her inexperience, so she let him press on with his warm kiss. Still kissing her lips, he put his hand on her knee, and then slid it further under her dress.

Paul wanted to proceed with caution but he was so excited and hot he was fairing badly in maintaining his composure. He had his hand under her dress and the feel of her soft thighs was making him tingle all over. She had the softest body he had ever felt, as soft as touching raw cotton. And the fragrance she was wearing was overpowering him and drowning his senses of reasoning.

Instinctively, she put her arms around his neck and reading this as a positive sign to go further, he swept her up effortlessly in his arms and carried her to the end of the penthouse and opened the heavy double doors leading to his bedroom. He placed her down gently on his high humongous bed.

Still standing beside the bed he placed his hand back under her dress so he could touch her soft thighs. With his anticipation escalating and his genitals aching, his senses waning, he slowed his exploration movements to collect his thoughts. He willed his heart rate to slow down and instantly he could sense her extreme nervousness, and recognized something different in her mannerism. Different from other women he had been with. Then he froze like a deer caught in headlights!

He suddenly halted his exploration and rested his hand on her creamy thighs. He scanned her beautiful face and brilliant eyes, searching for an unspoken answer to the question in his mind. When no answer was forthcoming he audibly forged ahead for his answer, undecided about the answer he wanted to hear. “Have you ever been intimate with a man before?”

She lowered her head downward toward her lap and folded her hands in her lap. Feeling embarrassed, she shyly replied. “No.”

But he already knew the answer before receiving her verbal validation. He had experienced many different types of women but had never encountered one so tantalizing, yet so pure and innocent. Consequently, he found himself in quite a peculiar dilemma.

He had not anticipated being her first! She was so well-developed and intelligent and witty and displayed admirable womanly characteristic. He was sure she had been sexually active, if only with some college boy.

He had envisioned himself teaching her what a man wants from a woman and how to please a man and receive pleasure herself but never dreamed of having to introduce her to sex. Now he was all hot and his body on fire with no way to extinguish it. She was uninhibited, sweetness and temptation all rolled into one.

She was so beautiful and soft and his body was yearning to explore every inch of her. But he had totally not expected her to be untouched. All signs pointed to aborting anything else with her. But he was having difficulty convincing himself to not go where no man had gone before.

Where had his moral principles flown off to? There was no plausible explanation for being alone with this beautiful young woman except lust. Except there was something happening between them that he wanted to explore further. He decided to definitely proceed but with extreme caution, one step at a time, nice and slow.

Suddenly he withdrew his hand from resting on her thighs. He gently pressed her dress down and sat her up. He held her small hands in both his hands and looked directly at her.

“You are so perfect, even breakable like a porcelain doll. It is admirable you have not given in to the peer pressure concerning sex I know you have probably encountered. But once you cross the line into womanhood your whole life changes forever.”

He paused and inhaled two deep breaths before continuing to speak honestly and truthfully. “I can teach you how to make love, how to enjoy making love, and how to please a man, but I want you to be sure this is what you want at this point in your young life. Once you take that first step there is no turning back.”

Jasmine had heard stories from other girls about their sexual experiences but she had not been interested in taking that step. Thinking back, their stories had not been cliff hangers and she had never encountered anyone that made her whole body tingle like Paul did. He brought a new meaning to what she had read about ' igniting raging hormones’.

So now she was inquisitively interested in wanting to know what the hype about sex is all about and how to make love with a man. She certainly preferred the experience to be with an older man instead of some fumbling inexperienced young boy whose number one interest was having a wet dream while he was awake. Before she lost her nerve she spoke softly. “I want you to teach me.”

He half -moaned and half-sighed loudly, grateful she had not rejected him and wanted to go a step further with his sexual tutoring. He laid her back on the bed very gently as if handling a piece of fine china, carefully removed her dress and then her bra, pausing to caress her small neck and perky breasts and her flat stomach. He removed his shirt and stepped out of his pants. He left her panties and his silk boxers on to try and minimize her fear and camouflage his already throbbing, erect manhood. Still standing over her, he placed his arms on either side of her body and leaning over, began to kiss her mouth, very gently sliding his tongue in and out. He lay on the bed beside her and planted quick kisses on her neck, breasts, stomach, inner and outer thighs. She tasted so sweet and clean, just as he had imagined she would. He was not disappointed so far. He knew it was too much, too soon but he was so excited he could hardly control himself. He didn't understand why this young woman made him feel so different. It was not lust, as he knew exactly what that felt like. This was a feeling he could not readily place a label on.

One of his lucrative businesses was his escort service. He could hardly remember how many women he had been exposed to who approached him about becoming dancers and escorts for his establishment or those who just wanted to 'jump his bones’. But this time was different. This was not a business decision but a very personal one. She was unbelievably beautiful and as delicate as the flower that bore her name, 'Jasmine'. He was spinning out of control. He wanted her so badly but would not allow his animalistic nature to cloud his judgment.

Now his brain waves were totally jumbled. He wanted her first time to be something she would remember forever and he longed for it to be with him. He yearned to teach her how to make love with a man and enjoy sex, how to enjoy orgasms. He envisioned introducing her to passion. This was a very rare opportunity for any man to experience and enjoy. If afforded the opportunity it would be his sworn duty to make it pleasingly memorable. He would gleefully accept the challenge if she wanted him to.

But today was not the day. This experience would require some special planning and implementation and he was not prepared at this time mentally. He sighed heavily and held her in his arms and told her he wanted her to think about this a little longer, and if she decided to go further, let him know.

Jasmine looked at him perplexed. “Did I do something wrong?”

He was still holding her in his arms. “No, baby girl, no!” He held her tighter, caressing her, stroking her. “This is such a big step in your life and I want you to be absolutely sure it is really what you want to do and won't have regrets afterward. I want this time to be special for you. Losing your virginity is a life-defining moment and I don’t want you to come away from the experience with bad memories. If you decide this is what you want, I will be proud to be your first and I will make sure the experience will be unforgettable. I want you to understand the beauty of a man and a woman together.” He kissed her and ran his fingers through her hair. “Let's get dressed and go downstairs. I will take you back to your car.” He cursed himself for not exploring her body that she was so graciously offering. But he already knew he wanted more with her than a meaningless one time encounter.

“Would you like something to drink or eat before you go?” Suddenly, Jasmine felt exposed.

“No thank you, but may I have a few minutes to freshen up?”

“Sure, baby doll, take all the time you need”, he said quietly, already regretting his decision not to make love to her. But he knew it was the safest decision. No matter what some people thought of him he really was a gentleman. Instead of letting her step down out of his bed on the stepping stool he lifted her in his arms. Holding her soft body close to his well-developed chest and engorged manhood he placed her upright on the floor.

She was so dizzy and unbalanced from being so close to him and smelling his manly scent and hardness against her stomach. She placed her arms around his waist and her head on his chest to steady herself before she picked up her dress and bra and went into the bathroom. She was feeling hurt and disappointed and thought she may not be as desirable as she thought she was. If this was rejection she did not like the way it felt. She held back her unshed tears as she composed herself and freshened up.

Paul was cursing himself for spoiling this rare moment to make love to someone untouched when he might not get another chance. But he wanted her first time to be memorable to her and was hoping she would choose him to share this experience. He redressed himself and picked up the phone. He called downstairs to see how things were going. After he was assured everything was running on schedule he told his manager he would be out for a while but would be back by the time the evening crowd started to arrive.

Jasmine came out of the bathroom dressed and told Paul she was ready to go. He went to her and put his arms around her. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. He swept her off her feet and walked her over to the large recliner chair across from his bed and sat down with her in his lap. He placed her small soft hand into his larger hand and smiled lovingly at her. “You are very important to me and I have no intention of taking advantage of you. I want you to come to me willingly and let me teach you how to love a man and receive pleasure.” He held her close and kissed her long and hard to drive home the fact he did want to be with her. She smelled so innocent and sweet. He would keep his fingers crossed he would see her again. He stood up and placed her feet on the floor and they walked to the elevator and before he pressed the button to open the elevator door he took her in his arms again and whispered in her ear in his deep, sexy voice. “You are so beautiful, sweet, and innocent. Let me know when you are ready for me to make love to you.”

She couldn't stop her belly from flipping over just from the sound of his voice. “Thank you”, she said shyly, accepting his compliment. Not trusting her voice she didn't venture to say anything else.

“In the meantime, will you join me tomorrow for a lunch cruise on the Mississippi?”

Her heart was thumping loudly inside her chest. She looked at him nervously. “You want to spend time with me tomorrow? What about your business?”

He pulled her to him and held her against his chest. “Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with you, precious? The restaurant is not a problem. I do have people working for me.”

They stepped into the elevator and he held her in his arms and kissed her on the mouth until the elevator reached the parking deck. He wanted her to be assured he wanted to be with her despite her young age and he was not rejecting her. She moved him in ways he had not experienced before and he was willing to roll the dice for her. Suddenly he had the urge to take her back upstairs and make love to her but he cared too much about her to take her without special preparation. They exited into the parking deck and went to his car.

He drove her back to her car, holding her hand all the way. When they reached her car and after she was seated in the driver's seat he strapped her in and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and told her to call him when she arrived home. She replied shyly. “Okay. Thank you for a wonderful afternoon.”

“Precious, it was my pleasure.” He watched her drive away and he sadly wondered if he would get a chance to be with her again or if his sudden display of chivalry had caused him to miss a golden opportunity to show her how beautiful making love could be.

He hustled through some errands, attempting to use up some excess energy and later returned to the restaurant. Driving through the parking lot he could see things were busy. He proceeded to the underground parking deck and parked his car. He entered the elevator, then exited on the first floor. He walked through the restaurant and found his manager who told him things were going smoothly and things had been busy since he left with a late afternoon rush and early dinner crowd.

Paul got on the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor. His normal routine would have included him going to his penthouse first to shower and dress in a designer suit and accessories before he made an appearance on the second floor to mingle with his private club members. But tonight his visit was going to be brief. He needed some time alone to think about Jasmine.

The doors to the elevated opened and he stepped out into the gentlemen’s club. It was a totally different atmosphere than the restaurant downstairs with its dazzling lighting. The layout was similar to Studio Fifty Four in New York City, highlighted by the elaborate custom-made circular bar in the center.

The customers were mostly males dressed in business attire, some with ties, some without ties, but you could sense from the atmosphere and the conversation they were a professionally minded, elite group. There was a lot of low chatter and collaboration going on everywhere.

Paul moved across the room to an alcove and entered into a large room with several gaming tables crowded with customers who were playing black jack and poker and being served drinks by waitresses dressed in outfits similar to playboy bunnies. The dealers were immaculately dressed in red and black tuxedo style outfits.

On the other side of the room was a stage with airport runway lights where women dressed in bikini type outfits were dancing to the music from a live band. As Paul moved through the club everyone there greeted him as 'Candy' and wanted to converse with him. He impatiently obliged them and stayed long enough to have two rounds of his favorite drink of Crown Royal Reserve over ice. The crowd was having a good time. He worked his way to the elevator and rode to the third floor.

The third floor looked like a typical floor in a four plus star hotel with many rooms, and a large living room area, elegantly furnished, and a reception desk. His middle-aged maître d' Beatrice was seated behind the desk reading a magazine, looking over her glasses at him as he approached her. He chatted with her and asked her how business was going.

“It's still early, honey. I'll make sure no one leaves here too drunk to drive.”

“Thanks, Auntie. I will catch up with you in the morning. I want to be alone tonight.”

Several women dressed in skimpy dancing outfits passed the living room on their way to the elevator. They saw Paul and rushed up to him. One dancer spoke to him. “Hey, Candy. We heard there was a new girl around. When do we get to show her the ropes?”

Paul shot an annoyed glance at her and was silent as his jaws tightened. “Aren't you supposed to be working?” Another dancer giggled and said “On our way, sir!” The group got on the elevator, laughing and talking.

Paul talked to Beatrice a little longer and told her he would be upstairs if she needed him. She smiled and nodded affirmatively. She didn't inquire about his new friend. She knew her nephew well enough to know she was someone special to him. No lunch date he brought here had ever received the personal attention he showed today. She knew he would tell her when the right moment came.