Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2021 14:22:32 +0000 From: Bobby Chester Subject: Jamie Lawrence Intermission 2 Intermission 2 Disclaimer can be found on earlier chapters. Nifty runs entirely on donations, so it is vital to its continued survival that those who are able donate whatever they can. The link to do so can be found on Nifty's homepage and on all directories. Thanks! Apologies for any formatting issues! ***************************************************************************** Intermission, part 2 of 2. It had been several days since the birth of Callum and Jasmine's `relationship' and things were going swimmingly. They ate lunch together, while Darius would spend that time with his friends from his own year. Jasmine and Callum sat together in all of their classes, and would occasionally make cute faces at each other - only when anyone was watching though. They would say goodbye to each other at the gates to the school, and then Darius would be waiting at the next corner to walk Callum home to Shane's house. Jasmine didn't know about this last part, of course, but they knew it was only a matter of time before she caught on. `I think,' said Callum, as they rounded the corner onto the Carters' street on one such afternoon. `Nevermind'. He shook his head. Darius eyed him from the side.'Go on?' Callum sighed. `I wanted to say that I think we can trust Jasmine. You know, like, actually trust her.' `Trust her?...' Darius looked confused. `Aren't we already trusting her?' `I mean...YOU can trust her. With your secret, I mean.' Darius looked away. `Oh. Right.' He didn't look thrilled at the thought. `I just...I only get to see you for the ten minutes it takes for you to walk me home, or if I can stay at your house. I want...' He stopped himself. `Sorry. I'm being greedy.' They reached the gate to Shane's house. `I get it,' said Darius, still not looking at Callum. `I really do. I'm just worried. It's just, there's no going back if we tell her, and then there's her best friend too. The gossipy one.' Callum laughed. `You mean Carly? Yeah, she's a little chatty. It's okay. I understand where you're coming from.' Callum's hand drifted towards Darius's. He liked Darius's hands. They were so much bigger than his own that they encompassed his almost completely. `Can I just say that I'll think about it, and we carry on like normal for now?' Callum pursed his lips as if deep in thought. `One condition', he said, holding up a finger. `Kiss me, here and now. There's nobody around.' He cast his eyes up and down the street suggestively. Darius blushed. `One quick one, okay?' Callum smiled and nodded enthusiastically as Darius leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against Callum's, his fingers gently brushing Callum's cheek. When he finally pulled away, Callum was still smirking. And then a voice from above them spoke out. `Well that looked like one for the books!' Both boys spun around to the house behind them where Jamie and Shane were both leaning out of the window. `You'll put the two of us to shame!' Jamie continued, tipping his head towards Shane. Darius immediately turned red. `I gotta go!' and then he was gone. * Jasmine sat in the cafeteria waiting for Callum to finish his drum lesson. She had been moving the same four peas around her plate for the last ten minutes. She couldn't stop thinking about Callum. It hadn't been so long since she had honestly thought there could be something between them. She had sensed he was different; special, somehow. She was right of course, though she hadn't anticipated her current predicament. It wasn't like her to make a promise without considering all of the possible outcomes, but she had offered to be Callum's beard without really thinking about it. The problem was that she had a voracious sexual appetite, and she couldn't satisfy it with her 'boyfriend'. She sighed as she speared a pea with her fork. `I need a distraction.' `From what?' asked Carly. She was touching up her makeup in a pocket mirror. Jasmine sighed again. `Nothing in particular. I'm just feeling... unoccupied.' Carly popped the cap back on her eyeliner. `I thought that's what the boy was for.' Jasmine smiled wryly and shrugged. `Well,' said Carly. `I'm nipping to the loo.' She rooted through Jasmine's handbag and pulled out a tampon. `How do you always know? Even I can't keep track of it,' she asked as she pocketed it. Jasmine smiled as she noted the date to herself. `28 days, just like clockwork.' Carly raised an eyebrow at her and then disappeared. 'I don't know how that girl would survive without me,' she muttered to herself, following Carly with her eyes. A gruff voice on her shoulder said `You mean your girly boyfriend?' Jasmine rolled her eyes, immediately recognising the voice. `Hi Peter. Beat up any 11 year olds lately?' `Oooh, knickers in a twist much?' He grimaced as he took up Carly's former seat. `You should probably be a little nicer to me. I have something I think you'll enjoy.' `Your dick is nothing special, Stubby.' `As it happens, it's not MY dick that's in question.' He pulled his phone out and flicked through his gallery until he came to a video. He pressed play and turned the phone to Jasmine. Jasmine reluctantly started to watch. It had clearly been shot from behind a door. There was no sound, but there didn't need to be. She recognised both people in the video. The first person she saw was Callum. His face was red and puffy, as if he had recently been crying. The second was Darius Clarke, a boy from the year above them. She knew what was going to happen before it started, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. She watched as the two boys shared a very intimate together, kissed, and then vanished from view. Peter was smiling evilly, and then to Jasmine's shock, he pressed delete. `I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff,' Jasmine said, looking around to check that nobody else was watching them. `Seems a little paedo-ey to me'. `It might be smarter not to call me names, or I might decide that other people need to see this too.' Jasmine barked out a laugh. `You just deleted it, dumbass.' A sardonic look flashed across Peter's face. `Oh no! Whatever shall I do?! It's such a shame that that was the only copy!' `Right, so you have it saved somewhere else. I'll admit you're not as dumb as you look, smell, or sound.' She picked up her fork and speared another pea. `What are you playing at?' `Well let's see. There are things that I want. Things that you, and your little homo can get for me.' `What the hell could we possibly have-?' Peter cut her off. `Well, your part in this is easy. I want to go out with Carly. She doesn't like me, and you're going to find a way to make her.' Jasmine had to bite back a laugh. She couldn't remember the last time that Carly had shown any interest in boys. She had always suspected that she might be gay, and their own little rendezvous backed up that theory. She didn't want to put her on the spot and ask her though. That was her business. `And as for Callum, it's not about what he has, but WHO he has,' Peter finished. Jasmine quickly ran through the list of anyone she had ever seen Callum interact with, but having just watched a video of him and Darius, she quickly surmised - `What do you want with Darius?' `You're quick. I always liked that about you. Well let's see. Darius is captain of the football team. I don't want him to be captain of the football team anymore.' He leaned into her. `Do you see the connection there?' `So you're using a very, VERY illegal video, to commit blackmail - also illegal - in an effort to...be captain of a school football team?' `And to get a girlfriend,' he clarified. `Oh, yes. Mustn't forget that.' She pushed her plate across the table and noticed Callum walking into the cafeteria. She waved at him. He pointed to the kitchens and rubbed his stomach before casting a confused look at Peter. `And I'm not reporting you to the police because...?' asked Jasmine. `You have no proof. You have no idea where the other copy is. Police can't get a warrant on the hearsay of a little girl. And more importantly, it'll be too late. There will be printouts of this video stuck on every wall of the school if you do anything that even smells like going to the police.' Callum was walking over to the pair with a tray of food in his hand. Peter stood up. `Think it over. I'll text you tonight.' He walked away, bumping his shoulder into Callum's as he went. `Sorry man. Hardly noticed you.' Callum dropped into the seat opposite Jasmine. `What was that all about?' `Just a fifth year, being a dick.' `Want me to beat him up for you?' asked Callum, flexing his not-muscles and laughing. He reached towards the vinegar and started dumping it on his chips. When he put it back down, Jasmine stared at it, an idea beginning to take shape. `No. I have a better idea. I think I'll catch more flies with honey...' * Later that afternoon, Jasmine said her usual goodbyes to Callum at the gates. Nobody was around so they didn't feel the need to perform, and it was nice to just be able to say an honest goodbye to the boy who was fast becoming a very dear friend to her - one she had now decided she was going to protect at all costs. On her way home, she received a text from a number she didn't know. `Its Peter call me'. She went to add a new contact but found that she already had another number for Peter. She added it as a separate entry and texted him back. `I'll call you when I'm good and ready.' When she finally reached home, she found a note from her mother. `Late meeting tonight sweetie. Shepherd's pie in the oven. Home around 8pm. Love you.' Jasmine smiled. She had always considered her mother to be a great one. She just wished she was around a little more. Today, however, it was fortuitous that she was alone. `Time to fight fire with fire,' she said to the empty kitchen. She pulled out her phone and wrote a text to Peter. `This isn't a phone call type of conversation. Come to my house. I'll ping you the address.' She sent the address and then put the shepherd's pie in the oven. She pulled out Carly's homework and set about correcting her disastrous spelling and grammar. Before long, there was a knock at the door. When she let Peter in, he had a face of thunder. `Shouldn't you be the one obeying me right now?' he asked pointedly. 'You don't get to summon me.' `Where's the fun in that?' She indicated the route to the kitchen and followed Peter there. `Do you want anything to drink?' `What you got?' he asked, taking in his surroundings. `All sorts. I'm going to have some wine though.' She reached into the glass cabinet and pulled out two glasses. She grabbed a cabernet sauvignon from the wine rack and started to pour two generous glasses, one of which she handed to Peter. Peter glugged down the glass quickly and held it out for a refill. Jasmine smiled. This was going to be too easy. She handed him a second glass as he eyed her up and down. `Have you decided to help me then?' She put her untouched glass down. `I have. But I want to hammer out terms first. I need guarantees that Callum and Darius will be left alone after I've done this. And more importantly, that they never know a thing.' Peter picked up his glass and started walking around the kitchen, `admiring' the decor. Jasmine took her chance and dumped the contents of her wine glass into the sink. `Yeah, yeah. I'll let you delete the damn video yourself.' `And I know there's only one more copy...how?' `Little bit of trust goes a long way. Besides, how many devices do you think I have?' Jasmine filed that piece of information away in her mind. "Personal device, away from prying parents", she thought. "Tablet, or PC are most likely." `And I want to know what happens if Carly or Darius don't do what's needed.' `You're a smart girl. I'm sure that won't be a problem.' He slurped down the last of his second wine and held out the glass for another refill. 'Why don't you refill your glass. I'm going to nip to the little girl's room and freshen up. Won't take long.' As she was leaving, she saw Peter pick up the bottle and start drinking straight from it. "Perfect," she thought. She made her way to her bedroom. She changed into her favourite lingerie, the ones she usually reserved for when she was just entertaining herself. She checked her makeup and hair, and then reached into her nightstand. Inside was a digital camera. She kept this for when she and her mother went on their annual holiday. Something about just using their phones felt wrong, impersonal. She placed it on the dresser across the room, open and aimed at the bed. Finally, she texted Carly. `Don't ask why, but I need you to burst into my house at exactly 6pm and shout my name. Door is unlocked.' `Y?' came the reply almost immediately. `What did I just say?' `Fine c u @ 6 xoxo' Jasmine smiled. All the pieces were set. She just needed... `Jasmine?!' Peter shouted from halfway up the stairs. `Can I open another bottle?' `Of course!' she shouted back, `In fact, I insist!' She giggled, for Peter's benefit. With one last check of her outfit, she drifted down the stairs, her silky lingerie cast out behind her. She leaned in around the doorway to find a somewhat drunk Peter sucking down a white wine. `Do you like?' she asked, holding out her arms and spinning. The diaphanous material flared out around her. Peter nearly dropped the bottle. `Uh...' was all he could muster. She giggled again. `Come upstairs. I want to show you something.' Peter followed her mutely, making sure to bring the wine along. He trailed behind her into her bedroom where she indicated he should sit on the bed. He obliged, and she cast a quick look at the clock on her nightstand, noting the time was 17:27. She approached Peter and placed his hands on her hips. `Do you like the material?' she asked innocently. Peter just nodded, his hands caressing her slightly. `Do you want to see something special?' Her voice was sultry; enticing. Peter nodded again, his eyes wide. Jasmine reached under her bed, being sure to expose a little flesh as she did so. She pulled out a mid sized vibrator and pressed the tip to her lips suggestively. `This is my favourite one,' she said, handing it to Peter. `I only ever use it on myself. Cute, isn't it?' Again Peter nodded. She casually reached down and started unbuttoning his shirt. `See, not all boys can get it right. I have some very...specific...tastes. My friend here helps.' She pulled Peter's shirt off and tossed it to the ground. `Do you think...you...can get it right for me?' Peter's eyes were on her chest, though his hands were still occupied by the vibrator. He nodded once more. She traced the line of his lips with her finger. Would you put it here for me? Just for a second?' Peter suddenly looked worried. "Too quick?" Jasmine wondered. `It's okay,' she said sadly. She started to cover herself with her arms, pulling her lingerie closed. Peter stammered out `o-o-okay'. His voice was low and husky and she could see that he was aroused by the underwhelming tent in his trousers. He pressed it to his lips, and to encourage his obedience, she leant down and pressed hers to it too. She made a point to keep the vibrator between their faces, but moved around it to kiss the edges of his lips. `I like that', she said, her voice dropping into that sultry tone again. `Why don't you lean back, and I'll get rid of these.' She rubbed her hand along his thigh until she found the zipper for Peter's trousers. Peter scooted further onto the bed, grabbing at the bottle of wine again. Jasmine threw his trousers across the room and found Peter to already be dripping precum. "Like fish in a barrel", she thought. She straddled Peter, gyrating slightly, and running her hands across his hairy chest. She touched the tip of her fingers to the precum on the outside of his boxers and dabbed it onto her lips, as if sampling it. `You see,' she said. `I like guys who can do what they're told.' She leaned down and kissed him. `Can you do what you're told?' Peter nodded, but this time there was uncertainty in his eyes. She rose from the bed, and whipped off Peter's boxers. She held them under her nose, eyeing him coquettishly. `Can I keep these? As a memento?' She ran her hand between Peter's thighs, up his perineum, and across his balls. He quivered and nodded, more enthusiastically this time. Jasmine smiled encouragingly, her finger playing lightly between his buttocks. She tossed his boxers under the bed and ran her index finger along the shaft of his dick. As she did so, she pushed a little harder with her other hand and found his warm hole. He shuddered and cast her an uncertain look. She kissed the base of his shaft where it met his balls, and pushed her finger a little harder until she felt it slide inside him. He gasped as she rooted around to find his prostate. He grunted when she did, his hands grabbing at the bedsheets. Her tongue played around the head of his dick. She kissed it several times until he relaxed. `Can I use it on you?' she asked, right as she took the length of his dick into her mouth and let it fall out again. Peter's eyes widened. `I swear, you'll enjoy it. And it'll make me so wet to see it. She made a big show of reaching into her underwear. Peter took another big drink of wine. `Okay,' he said, his voice strained. Jasmine grabbed some lube. `Close your eyes, and just think about my hands on you.' As soon as his eyes were closed, Jasmine's expression changed. The sultry siren was gone. Now, she was all business. She lifted Peter's knees so that his arsehole was more exposed. She cast another look at the clock. 17:41. She was running out of time. She pressed the tip of the vibrator against Peter's hole and pressed gently until it slid in. Peter let out a loud moan and a long strand of precum spilled forth from his throbbing dick. She started to work him with both hands, one on his shaft, and the other on her own. She was gentle at first, allowing him time to become accustomed to the alien sensation, but once he seemed to be in the flow of things, she started to speed up. His hands were clenching and unclenching, his tongue working around his lips as little moans and grunts escaped them. He was taking too long, Jasmine observed. It was 17:55. Carly would be here any minute. She decided he needed some encouragement. `Fuck, that's so hot!' she exclaimed. `You're making me so wet. She ran her tongue over his balls and shaft. `I want to see that big dig of yours cum. That would be so fucking hot!" And finally, it happened. Peter's stomach tensed up and he gave an almighty moan as several thick ropes of cum shot forth and landed on his chest. He was breathing hard and visibly trying to move away from the vibrator. Jasmine switched it off and stood up. It was 17:59 when she reached down and picked up his clothes. She took the digital camera off the cabinet and pressed the screen. Peter was now eyeing her suspiciously. They both heard the front door open and close, and Carly's voice drifted up the stairs. `You here, Jaz?' Jasmine smiled broadly at Peter, whose eyes went immediately wide. She bolted for the stairs, camera in one hand, Peter's clothes in the other. She met Carly in the hallway. `Carly.' She tried to convey the urgency of the situation with her eyes. She pressed the camera into Carly's hand. She could hear footsteps rushing down the stairs. `Don't ask questions.' Carly looked panicked. `Just take this and run. Go!' Carly, confused, turned to the door. She hesitated. `Is everything...' `Go, Carly!' Peter burst into the room, his hands over his crotch. Give me that camera!' he yelled at her. Jasmine threw herself between the two of them. `Carly. Go! Now!' She heard the door open and close as Peter tried to push her out of the way. `Forgetting something? She asked. She looked at his hands. `You fucking bitch!' he screamed, raising his hand. She punched him once in the throat and he fell to the ground, choking. `Self defense classes, bitch!' she retorted. `Now listen to me, fuckboy. You bring me the video of Callum and Darius. You allow me to delete it. You never speak a word of any of this to anyone. That video I just shot is my insurance.' `How do I know you won't just show it to everyone,' he managed to choke out. Jasmine cocked her head to the side. `What was it you said? A little bit of trust goes a long way?' She threw his clothes at him. `Now get out of my house.' `I need my boxers too.' His voice was dejected and croaky. `You gave them to me, remember? They're my trophy.' She put her hands on her hips and watched him dress in silence. He cast her an angry look as he stepped out the door and disappeared into the night. Jasmine let out a deep breath. It had worked perfectly. The oven timer broke the silence around her, and she went to take out the pie. As she placed it on the rack, she heard a tapping at the window behind her. Carly's face was nearly pressed up against the glass. Jasmine waved her inside. `What on Earth are you still doing here?' Jasmine asked. `I was worried about you. Dickwad looked really angry so I circled back and came in through the back gate.' Jasmine laughed; the sound was borderline maniacal. `He was quite miffed, wasn't he. He just lost a very intense game of chess.' `Strip chess?' asked Carly, referring to Peter's nudity. `After a fashion.' `And what's with the camera?' `Oh nothing. There's no room on the SD card, so it wasn't recording. He just THINKS there's something there.' Jasmine leaned into Carly's ear. `I'm naughty, but I'm no criminal.' Carly blushed at Jasmine's closeness. `You certainly are naughty,' she said, eyeing the empty bottle of red wine on the worktop. Jasmine leaned into her again. `Care to come upstairs and see just how naughty I can be?' She took Carly's earlobe between her lips, and for a second, she thought Carly might faint. * Callum was sitting with Darius on a bench just outside the Arts building. They were a few feet apart, but Callum's hand yearned to reach across the space between them. They were just watching the flow of people, neither of them really talking. Callum spotted Jasmine talking to Peter Campbell. Peter didn't look happy to be near her, although he handed her a beat up looking old phone. She tapped the screen a few times and then smiled at him. She handed his phone back and headed in Callum's direction. Darius shifted in his seat. 'Please don't go,' Callum mumbled under his breath. Darius sighed. `I wasn't going to. I was thinking that maybe you're right. Jasmine doesn't seem so bad.' Callum's face lit up just as Jasmine sat herself between the two boys. `Well! I've had an interesting couple of days. How about you two lovebirds?' Both boys looked at her, shocked. `Oh, don't be so surprised. A woman has her ways of knowing things. Just like I know that Peter Campbell got a brand new mobile phone last week, but that he hasn't thrown the old one away. He might do now though.' Callum and Darius shared confused glances. Jasmine's eyes searched the crowd. `I don't know how long I can stay a beard for you two.' She waved at her friend Carly, an oddly flirtatious gesture. `I have some things going on myself, and they require my full attention.' She placed a hand on each boy's thigh. `If I were you two...' She paused. `But I'm not, I suppose.' She stood up and straightened her clothes. Carly was indicating across the yard that she was heading to the toilets. `Excuse me, gentlemen. I have some business to attend to.' Left alone, the two boys fell into silence again. `She seems happy,' said Darius. `Wonder why.' Callum looked down at their hands, now only a foot apart. `I think I know,' he said. He felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of losing his friend. Darius caught on quickly and his face took on a serious expression. `Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you.' Suspicious, Callum obliged. The cacophony of sound around them seemed to fade away as Callum felt Darius press his lips firmly against his own. Their lips parted and their tongues met in the middle. Callum's heart soared as he felt himself melt into the kiss. `Ewww! Faggots!' came a shout from across the yard. They both turned toward the sound but it was impossible to tell which student had shouted because all eyes had turned to them. And then they saw her. Jasmine was pelting across the yard, her legs a blur beneath her. She launched herself bodily into the chest of a 5th year boy, tackling him to the ground. Once down, she placed her hand around his throat and pulled her fist back as if to throw a punch. Nobody was rushing to help the boy. Callum and Darius didn't hear what she said to the boy, but when she released him, he looked at the two of them and said `Sorry' in a sullen voice. Jasmine blew Callum a kiss and headed off in the direction of the girl's toilets, a slight spring in her step. ***************************************************************************** Hi all! I know, it's been a long old time. Following a job change and then a promotion, writing had to go on the backburner. I'm not going to promise regular chapters because I just don't know that I can keep to any kind of schedule on this. In the meantime, follow me @niftybobbyc, and as always, thanks for reading.