Act II: Hope

Holding her hands, Mark poured out his emotions, "it scary, I know..but I'm scared too."

"I remember sitting there with you just now, at the bench when we were drinking and you said it best we remain friends." Said Mark.

"But I don't want to, because I really love you and I wouldn't forgive myself if I just say yes. Jasmine, look at me."

Mark begged, desperate. He then took Jasmine's hand and put it against his chest, "Can you feel it? I'm telling you the truth. You said you wanted to hear words spoken from the bottom of a man's heart and here it is."

"I know, I know. I know you really love me!" Jasmine cried, tears flowing.

"But... I don't know what to do!"

"I just want you to accept me!" said Mark.

She looked at him, lost and confused. That was her, the kind of girl who would be lost in such situations despite her strengths. Whenever it came to love, she would never make the right choices and here it was, her colleague pursuing her to accept him. True enough, he had been good to her and she remembered the beautiful pair of white sandals he bought for her, the expensive and delicate Esprit watch which cost almost $400. He had been by her side ever since they were friends, him watching over her the day she broke down at work in the morning after a fight with her husband.

He simply carried her up and got her to sit down while he took over all the work, opening the entire kitchen all by himself and then proceeding to buy her lunch, just to calm her down. He was a good friend, and no doubts probably a dedicated lover.

But..... Jasmine was guilty, simply because she was seeing someone else now. Accepting Mark would break all rules and maybe hurt the other party. She was lost, but she wanted him equally badly.

Throwing aside all concerns, she gave in and accepted Mark's kiss as he took her before she could even say another word. Everything else would wait. The two embraced, lips locked and tongues wrestling. The couple stumbled in a mad lust into the small opposite room, shutting the door with one foot and laid onto the mattress on the floor, still kissing with Mark on top of her.

In a swift movement, Jasmine stripped Mark of his white tee shirt. Passionately, Mark kissed her neck, savoring every inch of her skin while squeezing her breasts. Jasmine responded, whimpering, her fingers strode down his bare chest. The feeling of her fingers in contact with his rough skin excited him more and he soon began unbuttoning her shirt, anxious to please her. Having successful opened her shirt, his fingers instinctively found themselves at the bra clips and deftly snapped them open. In the next few seconds, they were both moving to get her bra off, piece by piece of her underwear flying to the side.

Jasmine gasped, amazed at the speed she was getting naked. Just as her vagina started to wet, Mark kissed her neck, licking her like an expert and soon she was eager for more, one hand wandering down between his legs in attempt to locate his zip. The moment her fingers found the zip of his pants, the fly opened and she gave his pants a push. Mark went along, pausing for a moment to get his pants off. As soon they came off, her hand was eagerly feeling the bulge of his large erected penis against his black briefs, the other hand behind his back as they kissed. Then Mark broke the kiss and his mouth went to her breast, another hand teasing her right exposed nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he sucked the other.

Jasmine moved her hand behind his head, enjoying the sensation and trying her best not to moan too loudly. Mark however was not slowing down, his tongue flickered against each nipple as he gave her breasts a squeeze. Jasmine went crazy, her fingers wandering up and down his body, feeling every inch of his skin. Slowly and patiently Mark worshiped every part of her naked body, kissing every inch of her body. One hand moved underneath her knee, tracing the back of her legs. This further aroused Jasmine and her wetness grew, along with her desire.

Soon, she had her panties peeled off when Mark found his way between her legs. Jasmine whimpered once again as Mark gave her clit a lick followed by a fantastic oral that sent her to an orgasm. Wanting to return the favor, she got up and made Mark lie down, her hand stroking his hard erect penis. She wanted him badly, and she wanted to taste him badly. Mark closed his eyes as her mouth enclosed around his member, tongue swirling around his shaft and her head bobbed up and down, Mark's breathe getting heavier.

They stopped after awhile and kissed, Mark begun to rub Jasmine's already wet and flowing pussy with his fingers, within moments bringing her to another climax. Soon he was on top of her, legs parting and he penetrated. Mark begun to pump as Jasmine gasped, the sensation of his dick against the raw flesh of her vulva brought her to a new height. Each thrust increased, both hearts raced. She held him tightly with legs clamped his back, moving her hips to urge Mark to pump deeper, harder and faster, changing positions a few times until Jasmine came again, her love juice almost soaking the mattress along with their sweat. "Cum inside me!" She begged. Mark looked deep into her eyes, and for that moment made passionate love to her, two becoming one until he finally came, spilling his seed deep into her spurt after spurt.

The next morning, Mark woke up on the sofa dressed. He had made sure that Jasmine went back to sleep with her daughters. The door was opened, and he sat up, gazing at Jasmine as she slept, somehow finding a sense of peace from the sight of her asleep. She was beautiful.

Her daughters had already woke up and watching the TV in the bedroom, making lots of noise. "Mommy mommy! You see you see!!" Squealed Patricia, her naughty six year old, a chubby and adorable little girl. While her little four year old daughter Lucius was quietly sitting by her mother's side, eyes glued to the cartoon show.

"Hey, be a good girl and don't disturb mommy okay?" Said Mark, chiding the kid and hoping Jasmine would not have her much needed sleep interrupted.

Patricia stared, lost for a moment, kept quiet and went on to play.

Mark then noticed Jasmine's mother and greeted her, an old woman of late 50s nearing her 60s. She was frail, with streaks of white coloring her hair.

"You waiting for Jasmine huh?" said Mrs.Chong, oblivious and unaware of their deeds the previous night.

"Erm no aunty, it okay I have to go to work soon."

"Do you need a toothbrush?" asked the mother.

Mark smiled and took another look at Jasmine. He knew that from today onwards, things would be different, and hopefully for the best.....

To Be Continued.