By the time I was done smoking, I was feeling nice. Weed always put me in a talkative I-don’t-give-a-fuck mode. And at that point I didn’t give a fuck that it was almost two in the morning. I took out my phone and searched for Nico’s number. When I found it, I decided to block my number before calling him, just in case he was with Mia and her crazy ass. I didn’t want to blow up his spot and make myself look bad in his eyes.
The phone rang twice, and then Nico picked up.
“Hey, Nico. This is Jasmine. Can you talk?”
“Yeah, I can. What’s up? You OK?”
“I’m good. But I just wanna be straight up with you about something.”
“What’s up?” Nico asked.
“I don’t know how to say it, but you just really made this impression on me, and I don’t know how to shake it.”
Nico laughed.“Is that right?”
“Yeah, that’s right. I know it’s late, but I just wanted to call you and tell you that. I wanted to text you something, but I didn’t wanna just send you a text without calling you first. So can I hang up and then text you something?”
“Yeah, it’s all good.”
“OK.” I was preparing to end the call, but Nico said happy birthday to me before I could hang up. I paused for a moment.
“Your birthday is Saturday, right?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, it is.”
“Well, it’s after midnight, so technically it’s Saturday.”
“No, I get it. I’m just surprised that you remembered that.”
“I pay attention to details,” Nico reminded me.
I laughed and then I told him that I would text him in a few minutes, and we both hung up the phone.
I took a quick five-minute shower. I lathered up my ass, and before rinsing it off, I opened the shower door and grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of my soapy ass. I put the phone back down and finished taking my shower.
After drying off, I put baby oil all over my body. With my phone I took a close-up picture of my clean, glistening pussy. Then I spread open my pussy lips and took another picture. I saved all three pictures to my phone, and then I opened up all three of the pictures to examine them, to make sure they all looked good, before sending them to Nico with a message that read:
I hope you like what you see. It’s all yours. You can have it whenever you want. -xoxoxo.
In a way I was kind of hoping that Mia did see those pictures of my ass and my pussy that I sent to Nico. Although I didn’t know exactly what Mia was referring to when she had sent me that text message about her telling the world my nickname, I hadn’t heard from her since that day and I didn’t want her to think that she had backed me down or somehow scared me off with punk-ass threats.
After sending the text to Nico, I looked at my phone and saw that I had multiple missed calls from my crew that I was supposed to link up with at B.B. King’s. I also had two missed calls from Shabazz and a text message from him asking me to call. I really didn’t want to call him back because I was so open off Nico. But if I did, perhaps I could get some information that I could relay to Nico and score some brownie points.
Just as I was about to call Shabazz, I looked at my phone and saw it was Nico texting me back.
I want some more of that.
I immediately hit him back. Then let’s make it happen for my birthday.
Nico texted me right back. Done deal.
Next, I called Shabazz and he asked me to meet him near the Belt Parkway at the Mobil gas station off of Springfield Boulevard. When I got there, I parked. And waited. After waiting about thirty minutes and calling him relentlessly, I was just about to leave when he walked up and tapped my window.
“Damn, Shabazz, you scared the shit out of me!”
“Leave the car here and follow me.” His voice was gruff and his eyes were shifty, darting around the area.
“I’m not leaving my father’s car here. It’ll get towed.”