She would never tell anybody about the grueling procedure she had undergone to minimize the size of her stomach. It’s not like it was gastric bypass, she thought to herself, though the excruciating pain she was in for a month afterward felt like she had experienced major surgery. She blamed her absence from all of her usual social activities on that heel burr she had removed during the summertime, even showed up to work wearing a foot brace for effect. Nonetheless, folks around the office were constantly talking about how it seemed as if Jasmine’s body had melted in a matter of months. Even more, folks were talking about how she always gave different answers for her chosen weight loss method. Nonetheless she seemed oblivious to the gossip, and Jasmine strutted into her cubicle in the office as if she were on a catwalk. Her co-workers were amused, but saluted her because the child had been so heavy. Now maybe she would find her a good husband.
Jasmine had finding a husband at the top of her to-do list and recently she had trimmed off some of her criteria. She had tried finding a husband in her church, but church was becoming a tapped out resource. She had seen the men in the church for years, and all of the eligible men were either widowers or just unattractive—not an option for a young, fit thing like herself, but she was getting anxious. She hadn’t had a steady man in her life since Jerome dumped her five years earlier. That’s when her weight had started to get out of control again. She was fine for a few months afterward, but then her body started getting hot from missing the touch of a man. She hated herself for it, but she allowed Jerome to continue sleeping with her for months after he had dumped her. He had moved on to a new relationship but continued to mercy fuck her until she had gained about forty extra pounds. After their last fuck, she laid in his bed satisfied, drenched in sweat, wondering if she could talk him into taking her back, especially if she did all the things that he said were a problem for him before. She had decided she was ready to take his advice: she would move out and get her own place, she would work out on a regular basis and follow a diet plan, and she would give him head on a regular basis. She was feeling good, sexy and sated, as she lay there thinking about them fucking in her own place. After all, she was 30 years old—it was time.
She was just about to tell Jerome her epiphany when he came out of the bathroom with the oddest look on his face. He just stared at her, shook his head and said, “You are just too damn fat. I can’t do this anymore.” Jasmine felt like she was reliving the day he broke up with her. She wasn’t going to let him see her cry though, so she gathered her things, got dressed quickly and left without saying goodbye. When she got to her car, she broke down in tears, not because of what he said, but because she realized how little respect he had for her. After that, she took care of herself--until she met Manuel, the neighborhood gardener.
Manuel, was definitely not her type. He was short and chubby, but what he did have going for him was an affinity for Jasmine’s body. She couldn’t see him on her block without him shouting a compliment or whistling. One day she took off from work and when the house was finally empty, she took a long hot shower and then got in bed to handle her business. She was just about to reach her orgasm when she saw a shadow cast against her wall. She looked out her bedroom window, and saw Manuel just staring at her. She couldn’t see where his hands were, but from the look of things, he was handling his business too. Instead of being frightened or turned off, Jasmine was stimulated, and sauntered over to the window to unlatch it. Manuel stared at her nipples like they were stars from heaven and before she could say a word, he had grabbed one of her breasts and was sucking on it for dear life. Fearful a neighbor would see, Jasmine helped him climb inside her bedroom and it was on. Manuel made her feel like the sexiest woman in the world. What he lacked in size he made up for in bedroom knowledge and he fucked Jasmine every which way but loose that day. From then on Jasmine changed her work schedule to the second shift twice a week, and found herself fucking Manuel all over the house. It stayed that way for almost five years, until she got the phone call she had been dreading. Her cousin Vivian was getting married and wanted her to be a bridesmaid.
Jasmine and Vivian had been in tacit competition since childhood. Although Vivian was 3 years younger, she seemed to do everything that much faster than Jasmine. Vivian finished college first, lost her virginity first, and now, she was getting married first. Jasmine was more than pissed—she didn’t even have a man to bring as a date to the wedding. However, she was determined not to be the biggest bridesmaid there. It was then she decided to call the clinic she passed by everyday on the way to work that advertised about their creative weight loss methods. Whatever they were offering she was doing.
And now as she looked at herself in the mirror, she was glad she had stuck with it. Vivian might have a husband now, but she don’t look as good as me, she thought to herself. Jasmine was sure that everything would come together now that she was down to a size 6. She noticed how much attention she was getting from men these days, even younger ones who laughed when she told them honestly she was 35. She couldn’t stay out of the mall, and was slowly watching the savings she had put away to move dwindle down to pay for her new wardrobe. She didn’t worry about it though—she just knew that at her size she would find a husband and he would her move into her own place.
After the wedding, Vivian tried to hook Jasmine up with several of her husbands’ friends, but somehow the situations never went anywhere. Jasmine didn’t know what was wrong with those men. She figured they were players or gay since they didn’t take interest in her. She flirted hard with them and although she went on one or two dates, they never called back. One friend, Jonas, really caught her eye because he was right up her alley. Tall, and dark, with an athletic build, she approached him about setting up that first date. He was taken aback, but accepted her offer since she seemed so eager. On that date, she knew he didn’t have much home training when the check came and her pushed it towards her. She tried to play it cool when he told her since she had asked him out, he assumed she was paying for dinner. Jasmine figured if she had to pay for the meal, she was definitely getting some dessert from Jonas afterward. She fucked him as hard as she could in the restaurant parking lot and he had cum so hard, he busted the condom. Jasmine couldn’t understand why she had never heard from him again until she had a conversation with Vivian two weeks later. She was embarrassed, but again played it cool—she figured Vivian was jealous.
“Jas, I am not trying to pry in your personal business, but Jonas came by and told us about your date. Girl, what are you doing fucking a man you don’t know on the first date? Is that how you are getting down these days?”
“Vivi, I am grown ok? I don’t need you checking up on me!”
“I wouldn’t be if he hadn’t come over, telling us how you were acting with him. I was so embarrassed! Jonas is a gentleman!”
“How are you embarrassed? Girl please, Jonas and I are two adults, just having a good time. We’ll probably go out again this weekend.”
“Are you sure? Because Jonas said that you all didn’t hit it off real well, aside from the after dinner entertainment you provided. He said he was so surprised that happened because you seemed a bit pissy at dinner.”
“Girl please, the man has been calling me everyday!”
“Why would he lie to us Jas?”
“I don’t know, probably embarrassed because he is so sprung already. Probably trying to throw ya’ll off the scent so you can stay out of our business!” Jasmine could see she was pissing Vivian off and that made her happy. Vivian took a deep breath and started again.
“Jasmine, look, we are not trying to be in your business. Trust me when I say we have enough of our own shit to deal with. But the way you are going about it will not get you a man. You might get one to fuck, but you won’t keep him and I know what you really want is a husband. Just slow down—men like to take the lead so when you meet one you like, let him call the shots.”
“I know all of that, Vivian. I’m older than you remember, so if you are grown than I am even more grown than you and I know these things ok?”
“Grown folks don’t have to say that they are grown Jas. Their actions do the talking. Just slow the fuck down.”
Jasmine left Vivian’s house beyond pissed that day. How dare Vivian try to tell her what to do? She had even offered Jasmine beauty tips, telling her that her weave was not the right texture and way too long. Jasmine knew right then she was tripping. A white woman had done her weave and white women were experts on weaves. They had been wearing them way before black women got a hold of them. Vivian was probably jealous--Jasmine noticed Vivian’s new husband checking out her new figure with admiration. She never did hear from Jonas again and decided to never date anybody Vivian recommended to her. Vivian would probably poison their ears with nonsense about her. Besides, she had found a new way to meet men, and right from the comfort of her own bedroom.
Readytomingle.com was the newest website allowing folks from all over the world to network. Jasmine was serious about finding her man and kept her searches to local members only. After posting her first professionally taken photographs online, she received so much attention, she was overwhelmed. She found herself checking her inbox every ten minutes at work, and without fail, she had received new messages. So many of these men were smart with good jobs, looking for a woman just like her, and so when one of them requested to see a picture of her that “revealed a little more” she did not hesitate and got busy posing in the nude in front of her full-length mirror. She took a few shots and thought she resembled those girls in the naughty magazines. Her body looked amazing to her on her camera phone and she quickly uploaded them to her personal page on the site. The response confirmed what she thought—she was hot and almost a celebrity on the site.
One man, in particular had taken a special interest in Jasmine, and that was the one who requested the photos in the first place. His screen name was Mr. 2Good2BeTrue but Jasmine knew his real name was Dion. He had asked for her number after she posted the nude pics, and they had talked everyday. She loved the sound of his voice, deep and sexy, and the things he said to her always lead to them having phone sex. She was afraid her parents would pick up the extension line and hear their conversation so she installed a separate phone line in her bedroom.
Two nights before, Dion had told Jasmine she was being a tease, talking to him like that, but not meeting him. Jasmine didn’t want to admit that she was nervous about meeting him—she was afraid of all of the questions her parents would ask. When he suggested they meet somewhere for coffee and conversation, she was all for it. There was so much she wanted to ask him: what his plans were for the future, was he a Christian, and was he looking for a wife. As she surveyed herself for the last time, admiring her new figure, she decided she looked just right for the date. And these new crotchless panties from Frederick’s of Hollywood are perfect, just in case I get lucky tonight, she thought to herself. With one last look, Jasmine grabbed her long trench coat to cover the tight, red dress, told her parents she was on the way to a girlfriend’s house, and headed out the door to her future.
Jasmine left Vivian’s house beyond pissed that day. How dare Vivian try to tell her what to do? She had even offered Jasmine beauty tips, telling her that her weave was not the right texture and way too long. Jasmine knew right then she was tripping. A white woman had done her weave and white women were experts on weaves. They had been wearing them way before black women got a hold of them. Vivian was probably jealous--Jasmine noticed Vivian’s new husband checking out her new figure with admiration. She never did hear from Jonas again and decided to never date anybody Vivian recommended to her. Vivian would probably poison their ears with nonsense about her. Besides, she had found a new way to meet men, and right from the comfort of her own bedroom.
Readytomingle.com was the newest website allowing folks from all over the world to network. Jasmine was serious about finding her man and kept her searches to local members only. After posting her first professionally taken photographs online, she received so much attention, she was overwhelmed. She found herself checking her inbox every ten minutes at work, and without fail, she had received new messages. So many of these men were smart with good jobs, looking for a woman just like her, and so when one of them requested to see a picture of her that “revealed a little more” she did not hesitate and got busy posing in the nude in front of her full-length mirror. She took a few shots and thought she resembled those girls in the naughty magazines. Her body looked amazing to her on her camera phone and she quickly uploaded them to her personal page on the site. The response confirmed what she thought—she was hot and almost a celebrity on the site.
One man, in particular had taken a special interest in Jasmine, and that was the one who requested the photos in the first place. His screen name was Mr. 2Good2BeTrue but Jasmine knew his real name was Dion. He had asked for her number after she posted the nude pics, and they had talked everyday. She loved the sound of his voice, deep and sexy, and the things he said to her always lead to them having phone sex. She was afraid her parents would pick up the extension line and hear their conversation so she installed a separate phone line in her bedroom.
Two nights before, Dion had told Jasmine she was being a tease, talking to him like that, but not meeting him. Jasmine didn’t want to admit that she was nervous about meeting him—she was afraid of all of the questions her parents would ask. When he suggested they meet somewhere for coffee and conversation, she was all for it. There was so much she wanted to ask him: what his plans were for the future, was he a Christian, and was he looking for a wife. As she surveyed herself for the last time, admiring her new figure, she decided she looked just right for the date. And these new crotchless panties from Frederick’s of Hollywood are perfect, just in case I get lucky tonight, she thought to herself. With one last look, Jasmine grabbed her long trench coat to cover the tight, red dress, told her parents she was on the way to a girlfriend’s house, and headed out the door to her future.
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