Point of No Return

By Jasmine Free

Joy was buzzed when she decided to have a one -night stand with the handsome intriguing stranger. She hadn’t been this reckless since college and was shocked to wake up the next morning unsure of where she was and who the hell was lying next to her. The whole night was a complete blur. She was grateful to make her escape comforted by the knowledge that no one would ever know about her indiscretion. Her secret was safe ... that is until he shows up unannounced in an unexpected place. Her perfectly choreographed life and career was now in jeopardy as she found herself at the point of no return.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jasmine Free
• Release date: Feb 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310271953

Jasmine Free

Jasmine Free lives in Florida where she spends most of her time with her family and friends. She is an avid reader who loves to play tennis, racquetball and work out with her friends. She also loves to swim, a necessary habit to live in Florida. She has recently rediscovered her love for storytelling and the art of the written word and firmly believes that true love is a fleeting gift wanted by all but bestowed on only a few. Many of her books reflect this harsh reality as we watch the rollercoaster ride of her characters as they grasp for that elusive gift. Some are able to reach it and come out on the other side while others aren’t so lucky. Anyway, sit back and enjoy the ride. Thank you for downloading this new adventure.

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Chapter 1: One Night Stand

Joy woke up slowly with a constant thunderous throbbing in her head. She pulled up into a sitting position and moaned out loud as the gripping pain took a hold of her. She could barely open her eyes to glance over at the man laying on his back next to her completely nude, his muscular body partly covered by the thin bed sheet, his penis laying fully exposed and erect leaning in her direction as if mocking her. She stood up shaken by the heavy feeling of the increased pounding in her head, grabbing her temple as if to soothe the heavy pressure. She was suddenly gripped by an overwhelming feeling of nausea. She raced to what looked like the bathroom rushing through the door and falling to her knees, gripping the toilet to empty what seemed like her soul.

She sat back on the cold tile gasping for air, only having a few seconds before the retching began all over again. Beads of sweat appeared on her upper lip and forehead as she sat back again trying to catch a few breaths. The stench of old alcohol and half digested food wafted up to her nose causing her to retch even harder than before. Her stomach muscles contracted in harsh peristaltic waves trying to rid itself of the toxins she had obviously ingested. She flushed the commode to relieve herself of the pungent stale smell, pushing away from the toilet to retreat to the corner of the bathroom to try to gather herself.

Where the fuck was she and who was the guy in the bed? She knew it wasn’t her apartment that she was sure but she had no idea where the hell she had landed this time. She was really getting too old for this shit. She held on to the bathroom wall and the adjacent sink pulling herself up off the floor slowly moving like she had been run over by a bus and that’s exactly how she felt even though it was slightly better than a few minutes earlier now that she had emptied her stomach.

She moved slowly into the bedroom picking up her clothes from various areas of the room stepping over beer bottles, clothes, and shoes. She stumbled as something slimy and slippery latched onto her big toe. She looked down in horror to see a full condom, a gold magnum wrapper next to it. Ew! Gross! Damn… at least they used protection. She couldn’t remember shit.

She froze as the stranger in the bed turned onto his stomach, moaning in his sleep. His hard muscular ass was now in full view. Not bad she thought to herself … at least he was fine as hell. She sat gingerly on the bed pulling on her panty; grateful the pounding in her head had subsided a bit. She finished getting dressed grabbing her purse along with her keys and tiptoed out the bedroom door making her way slowly to the front of the house. She opened the door praying her car was parked in the driveway. OH, thank God!

She pulled the front door closed and rushed to the car hoping to get away before whoever he was woke up. She slipped in her car and backed out the driveway with one eye closed, trying to navigate as the throbbing splitting pain in her head returned with a vengeance. She pulled forward still not recognizing where she was. She eventually stopped the car to plug her home address into her GPS once she was a safe distance away from the house. It took a few turns before she saw Biscayne Boulevard a main drag in Miami. Fuck, what the hell was she doing way out here.

She drove cautiously trying not to draw attention to herself. She knew she had drunk way too much and judging by the throbbing in her temples some of it must still be in her system. She tried to remember the night before but the pain in her head made it difficult. It took another thirty minutes before she was pulling into her driveway opting to park in the garage, not wanting her neighbors to witness the state she was in.

She waited until the garage door closed to crawl out of the car slowly almost tripping as the reality of the night before took its full toll. She stumbled into the house barely making it to her master bathroom before falling to her knees over the toilet to vomit again. Tears streamed down her cheeks like a waterfall. Her stomach muscles ached, her neck hurt from the strain of vomiting with excessive force and her chest burned from the upchuck acid. She literally felt like she was dying with every motion as her body dry heaved. In her desperation she recited a desperate prayer all the while hanging onto the toilet for dear life.

God please help me. I swear I won’t do this ever again. I know I’ve said it before but I really mean it this time. Please help me dear Lord.

She slipped to the floor curling up in a ball, the cool tile soothing the feverish heat in her body… She woke up three hours later wondering where the hell she was.

*****

It had taken Joy a while to figure out it was Saturday. She finally pulled it together enough to jump in the shower, standing under the cold water for what seemed like hours letting it slowly wash away her sins. She eventually pulled herself out of the tub to get dressed and rummaged through the refrigerator for something to eat before crawling into bed for most of the day.

She had an overwhelming urge to go to Church on Sunday to repent for her sins. She made sure to sit on the back pew hoping the word would help her change somehow. She knew she couldn’t live life the way she had been. It was getting to be too much of a strain on her psyche. She finally remembered some of Friday night and was appalled. She had been at the bar, stopping in to get a quick drink after a long workweek. She just wanted to listen to music and enjoy the ambiance. She was in the corner by herself nursing a drink and swaying to the music when a very tall handsome gentleman approached her. She tried to remember his name but it just wouldn’t come to her.

They danced two fast songs together and were making small talk when a slow jam came on. She motioned to walk away and sit this one out as it was a long held rule that she only dance intimately with men she was familiar with but he was so sensual when he took her by the hand, pulling her gently back into his arms. She remembered staring into his hazel eyes while he peered back into hers. It was almost as though they were in the bar all alone. All she saw was him as they slowly swayed to the music. They soon found themselves lost in their own world.

She guessed him to be about 6’3" with caramel colored skin and perfectly chiseled features as though carved by a talented craftsman. He towered over her even in her three-inch heels. She felt small and feminine as he placed his hand gently on the small of her back pulling her so close she could feel the slight bulge in his pants rub against her hips. She was buzzed, seduced by the dark bar, the slow music, his cologne and gorgeous face. Against her better judgment she decided to be adventurous and follow him to his place. She hadn’t had a one-night stand since college but from what she remembered it had been a fun experience. She hoped this one would be just as liberating…he was cute enough after all. What could it hurt this one time?

She blushed at the memory of the sordid way he had possessed her. She remembered almost fainting under his deep penetration, every movement of his body taking her into a higher plateau of pleasure. They were both drunk with neither one having any inhibition. There were things they did that she couldn’t ever tell a soul. She opened the Bible to the passage dictated by the pastor and read looking for spiritual edification. She had gone way too far this time.

The pages of the good book soon faded under her gaze as her mind flashed back to that room hearing the screams of her own voice as he took her to new heights, at one point pulling her off his penis to place her onto his face, dipping his tongue into the deep recesses of her body. She blinked hard trying to push back the memory focusing hard on the Biblical words. She finally gave up, feeling the hardness of her nipples and the wetness spreading between her legs. She got up discretely making sure to avoid all eye contact with the other parishioners. She exited through the rear entrance, sliding on her sunglasses as a last ditch effort to hide the embarrassment of her arousal.

She rushed back to her car heading back home while promising herself she would never engage in anything like that again. She was going to stop drinking effective immediately and clean up her act once and for all. She went through the house pulling out every bottle of alcohol, pouring them down the sink one at a time. She had thrown away the clothes she wore that night as though she could throw away the memories of that night along with them. The only one saving grace she had was that there were no witnesses. No one would be able to remind her of what she had done. This would be her little secret. She finished cleaning her house almost obsessively trying to get things in proper order. She might as well start there first before moving to do the same to her life. Everything always seemed so much better when they were neat and tidy in perfect order. She would try to forget what happened and not stray off this new path. God help her.

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Chapter Two: The Aftermath

Liam woke up that Saturday morning with a bad hang over. He was still half asleep when he tapped the bed expecting to find the beautiful woman from last night still sleeping peacefully next to him. It was the wildest night he had ever had with a woman and judging by the pain he was in he was definitely paying for it now. He knew they had done unspeakable things and he may have gone a little too far but there was something about her that brought out the beast in him. He had struggled to stay in control but his overzealous need to please her may have aided in their trip down a forbidden path.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen with her dark brown shoulder length hair, delicate oval fawn shaped eyes and smooth mocha skin. He was captivated from the moment his eyes fell on her at the bar. He rushed over before another man had the chance to sweep her off her feet. They had both been drinking which gave him the courage to ask her to come home with him and to his surprise she agreed. It wasn’t long before he was memorizing every part of her with his fingers and tongue. He could still taste the sweet taste of her body, the aroma of her natural scent a potent narcotic for his senses.

He felt himself getting hard thinking about her and forced himself out of the bed to pee to relieve some of the pressure of his erection. A sudden dizzy spell gripped him causing him to grab onto the wall. Fuck! She had completely drained him.

He honestly hadn’t meant to go overboard with the things he had done to her. Looking back he had to admit he was completely taken in by her beauty and her passion. The more she wanted the more he gave. He needed to find her to apologize for some of the things he had done. It was something he would normally only do with a woman he was in a relationship with for a while. He remembered the fear in her eyes before her screams of pleasure. She had gripped him in desperation, her whole body stiffening under his unrelenting pleasuring. He looked at his back in the bathroom mirror, the deep red scratches serving as evidence of what had transpired the night before. He brushed his teeth and splashed water on his face trying to wake himself up.

He put on a pair of boxers before dragging himself to the kitchen to make a strong cup of coffee. He went in the living room turning on the flat screen TV moving slowly to sit on the sofa. His balls were sore from lack of fluid. He stretched out holding his head back praying the pounding would stop. Dammit! They had drunk way too much. Dear God he was going to cut back on drinking. He hoped she was ok knowing she must be in the same or worse shape than he was.

It suddenly dawned on him that the only thing he knew about her was that her first name was Joy. He smiled at the irony knowing full well she had made him happier in one night than he had been his entire life. She hadn’t left him a note or business card when she left and he didn’t have her phone number or any way to reach her. He really needed to make sure she was alright.

The last thing he remembered was her shaking body in his arms. There was a quiet desperation as she clung to him compelling him to hold her even tighter until they both fell asleep. He now realized he should have held back a little in their lovemaking and now he didn’t know where to find her. He laid his head back against the couch again trying to think of a way to find his Cinderella without a glass slipper.

*****

Liam returned back to the bar later that day with the off chance that he could get her information. He walked in still wearing his sunglasses to mask the still bloodshot eyes and approached the bartender who he recognized from the night before.

Hey man, I was here Friday night and you were manning the bar. I met this amazing girl, I don’t know if you remember her. She was about 5’8, long hair, brown skin with a banging body. She was the prettiest girl in here.

"Damn man she sounds like a banger but we have a lot of pretty girls come through here. I’m sorry I don’t know what to tell you. We usually have happy hour on Fridays. Maybe she’ll show up again later in the