Chronicles of Jasmine 1

‘It’s his loss’ she says, holding her boobs and offering them to me.

Hi there,

I am Tobs, sounds strange? Not at all. I am from down South where the nation makes its dough if you know what I mean.

I didn’t want to write this down but my head is so full of Jasmines escapades. This is a way of reliving tension for me, cos if you were to have a friend like Jasmine believe me you won’t and can’t have a dull moment.

She came as usual last night to regale me with the gist of the day. She says I am her conscience but I wonder because she takes my advice only once a while. Jasmine is dark, pretty, about 5ft plus, good shape and infact with looks to die for.

If she had been a bit taller…She could be Miss Universe! I really don’t know Jasmine’s problem. I wont say she’s promiscuous neither would I call her an Angel. According to her she doesn’t know how she got into her lifestyle. She did not plan it she says. Instead she says men should be held responsible.

Jasmine came from a regular home; good education, good job in fact one could even say she’s intellectual but Jasmine has not been fortunate with men. Yesterday night was no different from her usual stories of sex, parties and catching her fun as she puts it. You are sure to find Jasmine anywhere there’s fun in Lagos. She loves to party and have a good time.

Jasmine is a partner in a firm and doing quite well if I might add. Making loads of cash she usually refers to as “moderate bucks”. That is debatable though.

Anyway, sometime last week she traveled to Abuja with her partner (Marcus) for a conference. The truth is, Jaz as I call her has a thing for her partner but he didn’t know that. In Abuja Jaz made sure her room was next to his. Jaz deceived me into going shopping with her prior to her trip, with some mumble jumbo thing about buying something for our friend Lyn in Abuja.

After picking a beautiful designer perfume for Lyn, she bought a sexy negligee and a bottle of champagne. I asked her what she was up to and she gave me that wide eyed innocent look she always gives when she’s on the prowl, I said; Jaz, what are you up to now?

She said ‘nothing’ with that South American drawl in her voice. I knew she was up to something but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what. I had problems of my own so digging out information from Jaz, about her private life was the least of my problems. I knew she was going to tell me later anyway, but only when she is good and ready.

So that brings me to my present tale of Jasmines escapade or I should say sexcapades. Imagine Jaz seducing her partner! The worst part about this is that April, Marcus wife is her friend. I still can’t believe she did what she did. Jasmine is playing with fire but then she likes to live on the edge and life is too short to have second thoughts, when an opportunity presents itself. ‘You live it only once’… those are her words not mine.

Wait a minute, there is someone at the door. Keep a date its hot, juicy and nonsensical, this gist is crazy! Oh…it’s Jaz. What is wrong with men? She asks as she walks in. “I mean…don’t I have nice boobs?” She walks to the mirror and checks out her boobs and backside (which is in a class of its own) ‘of cos your boobs are sizeable not too small and not too big, why the question’ I inquired.

Well on the way to your house, I stopped to get us some ice cream so our gist would flow. In the super market this guy was checking me out from the back? “Jaz…Jaz, how did you know he was checking you out?” I said.

The supermarket is one of those with mirrors all round, dummy! Now stop interrupting me’, she says. ‘Anyway as I was saying…as soon as I turned around and he saw my front view, he scurried off like a rat with its tail between its legs’.

So? I interjected. ‘You are asking me so?’ “Look Jaz he may be a breast guy?. Breast guy? What is that? Honestly Tobs, I swear you invent your own vocabs. ‘Maybe he prefers big boobs’.

‘What about mine, are they small? No they are sizeable and personally I think they are great, not too small, not too big, just perfect?

“Hmnnn” she scoffs; “guys are dying for these babies here”. ‘It’s his loss’ she says, holding her boobs and offering them to me. ‘No thanks Jaz! I am no Les, I prefer men…’ I said.

She throws a pillow at me and we start a pillow fight. That is what I like about Jaz, she’s never down for long. You can’t be unhappy around her, never a dull moment.

“Well...sit down Tobs” she says. “My trip was ‘fantastically fantabulous” (and she says I have my own vocabs?...I wonder what that is).

Oh you won’t believe what happened in Abuja! Well keep a date, I’ll keep you posted.

Tobs.

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