Thread: ...but I-I was Kidding.... {Crimson and Ghost}

??I don??t care what he thinks, I??m not gonna go out with him just because he??s on the football team,? Jasmine exclaimed. Phone tucked between her ear and shoulder the small girl stood before her full length mirror in just a pair of lacy black and crimson panties and a matching bra. She??d just finished going through her closet, looking for an outfit for her date that night before her best friend had called. Jasmine and Michelle had been friends since the first day of kindergarten when they??d been seated beside each other. Since then they??d been nearly inseparable, and time had only made them better friends. They??d always found it amusing that rumors had been started that they were lesbians just because they spent so much time together, but the fact that Michelle was now dating the star quarterback had quickly quelled those rumors. ??C??mon Jaz, he??s cute?kinda,? Michelle whined and Jasmine could almost picture her best friend standing before her mirror, blond hair pulled up into a messy bun, big blue eyes blinking slowly as her lower lip quivered. ??I don??t care, I??m not going out with him, he??s disgusting.? Wrinkling her small nose in disgust Jasmine tossed the dress in her hand back onto the bed before she finally spotted the dress she??d been looking for. ??Look, I know that you and Danny want to have a double date, but the only way you??re getting me to go out with you guys is if you find me someone hot. I don??t like jocks, you know that. Now I really have to go, I have a date in an hour and I need to get ready.? After a few minutes of animated arguing Jasmine finally managed to talk her best friend into a corner and hang up. Sighing and tossing her phone onto the bed Jasmine looked herself over in the mirror and rolled her eyes as she pictured Michelle going out with Danny. ??This night is gonna be fun, I??m not letting that asshole ruin this,? she said quietly before sitting down to do her makeup. An hour later she was dressed. After a quick final once over Jasmine smirked and smoothed her small hands down her dress, purring happily. At only 5??3 she wasn??t even close to the height of Michelle, who was blond, blue eyed, and stood at 5??7 with legs that went on forever. Instead Jasmine was 5??3, a little plump in all the right places, with hair as black as the night sky and eyes the color of summer grass. In almost every aspect Jasmine resembled her mother who??d been born in Japan and moved to the United States where she??d met Jasmine??s father. Just thinking about her mother made Jasmine sad but she pushed the emotions away. Smooth down the length of her small, crimson, corseted dress Jasmine gave another tug on the strings, making certain that everything was nice and tight before tying the ends. The dress had been her birthday present for herself and she couldn??t help but love the way the deep burgundy cloth brought out the blue highlights in her hair and made her creamy skin all the paler. The black ribbon laced through the corseting almost seemed to make the dress darker but Jasmine didn??t mind. The dress itself ended just below the curve of her ass and pushed her already perky breasts that much higher, drawing attention to the line of pale skin visible between her breasts. Smiling Jasmine enjoyed the fact she looked like a pornographic China Doll with her pale flesh, dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and full lips, before grabbing her purse and headed down the stairs. The burgundy stilettos that she??d found in a box of her mother??s things seemed to make almost no noise on the stairs and Jasmine hoped that her brother was asleep, or at least busy doing something. She knew he??d take one look at her ballet inspired heals and have a fit since burgundy ribbons wrapped up her legs to mid thigh where they tied off in bows. Wanting to avoid a confrontation with her brother if at all possible, the small girl made it down the stairs into the living room without incident. Spotting her father??s feet over the edge of the couch Jasmine paused, shaking her head as she heard the telltale sound of the old man snoring. It wasn??t surprising to find him passed out on the couch on a Friday night, but what was surprising was that he was home. Usually he was drowning himself in a bottle at one o the small bars scattered around the town near her house. Though he was a worthless drunk he made enough money to afford a very nice house out in the country and provide Jasmine, and her brother, with a comfortable living?if he didn??t drink up his checks before they could get them cashed. With a sigh and shake of her head Jasmine crept over to her father, quickly moving his arm so that she could reach into his pocket and extract his wallet. Taking a couple twenties and a fifty for herself the small girl tucked the money into her purse before she headed for the door. Any other night she??d have loved to find her brother and show off her outfit, but she wanted to go out for the night. If her date was a disaster Jasmine could simply dump him and head to one of the clubs in the city, since she??d convinced Paul, her date, to take her into the city for their date. Pausing before the mirror to mess up her hair a bit Jasmine smiled, tongue playing with the small ring piercing her lower lip, checking to make sure her makeup was perfect and all her earrings were in before she heard the honk of a horn. ??Time to go,? she purred, heading for the door.