by Cam Johns
"So I take it you liked your second gift." He nods. "You made Mrs. Johnson run out of here."
He laughs. "I didn't see her." He says putting my leg down.
"I know." I pull my gloss stick from my breasts to reapply. He looks at me chuckling. "I knew I would need this. You’re insatiable." I say giggling.
"Just when it comes to you...let's go back and dance." He says excited.
After about thirty minutes I go and start the candles on the cake while Jackson talks to the PTs. I make sure Mrs. Johnson is ready with the camera then head out as Lizzie starts the birthday song. Jackson's eyes light up as he sees the cake while she snaps away. "Make a wish." I say once the song is done. He looks at me and smiles, closes his eyes and blows the candles out. Everyone cheers as I hand him the knife. "Cut the first piece." I say smiling. He cuts the first one, then Mrs. Johnson cuts the rest after handing the camera to Richard.
Once everyone has cake, I thought this would be the perfect time for gifts. "Jonathan, will you help me bring the gifts from the dining room?" I ask softly.
"Sure sis." he says standing. We put the gifts beside his chair.
"Baby come sit here...gift time." He smiles happily. I grab the remote to turn the music off. I start with the people he works with. Cindy and Claire both got him cologne which smell fantastic, Mr. and Mrs. Weinstein got him a nice Ferragamo tie, Michael baseball tickets, Matthew basketball tickets, Jenn and Justin went to his tailor and got him a beautiful gray suit that I love...can't wait to see him in that.
"Okay…next." He says laughing. His father hands him his gift and he opens it anxiously. It's a silver stainless steel bracelet from Zale’s. He takes it out and it's engraved. I love you, Son on the back. "Thanks dad." He says, standing and hugging him.
"My turn bro." He says smiling and handing him a wrapped box. "From me and Alyssa." He puts the bracelet on then takes Jonathan's box. He unwraps it to a Louis Vuitton box.
"Well we know he'll love whatever's in there." I say giggling. Everyone laughs. His eyes get big as he lifts it out of the box. It's a brown leather strapped watch with a large brown face that kind of looks like the gages of a car panel.
"It's engraved." Jonathan boasts. He turns it around and smiles at me.
"Okay...now I wanna know what it says." I say smiling.
"Read it aloud." Lizzie says.
"No matter the time, I'll always protect you both." Jackson recites. I run to Jonathan who hugs me, picking me up while Lizzie starts an applause.
"Alright cut that out." Jackson interrupts. He gives his brother a hug as I dab the tears from my face.
"Okay...you ready for my third gift?" He looks delightedly at me, sitting in his chair and pulling me on his lap.
"Third...sounds like someone's been busy!" Jonathan interrupts causing everyone to laugh. Jackson and I wave him away.
"Yes...I really am." He has this devilish smirk.
"Not that." I say louder than I wanted as everyone laughs again. "Richard."
"You ready Karisma?" He asks eagerly.
"I am...thank you." He runs to the study as Jackson looks at me confused. I look at Mrs. Johnson, giving her the thumbs up, happy that she continues to take photos.
"Has it been in there all this time?" Jackson asks getting impatient.
"No silly...Richard hid it somewhere."
"Sneaky woman." Jonathan says, causing everyone to laugh yet again.
"Here you are." Richard says putting it in front of me.
I stand. "Honey...I think it's best if you stand over there with Jonathan. I'll open it." He happily stands between his father and brother, rubbing his hands together impatiently waiting as I peel the back off first. "Ready?" I ask grinning.
"Yes!" everyone shouts.
"Karisma...don't tease." Jackson pleads. I look at Mrs. Johnson, who gives me the thumbs up. I remove the front half of wrapping, revealing the refurbished and blown up photo of Jackson's mother cradling him at the very last birthday party he had before she passed. I had it changed from color to a timeless black and white then framed in an antique silver frame. Everyone gasps. Robert starts to tear up as Jonathan holds him. Jackson stares at it, stunned. "Karisma...I-" Jackson starts to get choked up so Jonathan takes his hand. Finally Jackson briskly walks to me, moving the photo to the side carefully and snatches me up off the floor, hugging me tight. Jonathan and Robert join us while everyone applauds. Wow these three men are crushing me.
"I guess I did good." I say while being squeezed. They all chuckle, finally releasing me and I wipe the tears from Jackson's eyes.
"Does anyone mind if I get a dance with Karisma alone?" Everyone cheered him on. He pulled me to the iPod and scrolled to the song he wanted then presses play. We walk to the foyer as Justin Timberlake Not a Bad Thing plays in the ceiling. He sways with me slowly to the music staring down at me. I just let him lead me around the floor as I stare at his wet blues. He moves so effortlessly...this must be more his thing. He holds me close, keeping his hands on my hips as I sway with him until the song goes off. At the end of the song he picks me up and kisses me passionately. Everyone claps. "God...I love you so much." He whispers as he lets me down.
"I love you too sweetie." Everyone joins us and we dance to the remainder of the playlist and drink for hours. About nine, I pull Lizzie aside as Jackson dances with Cindy and Claire.
"What's up Kay?" She says out of breath.
"When everyone leaves, I need you and Jonathan to keep Jackson occupied for twenty minutes so I can-"
"Oh yes...you're Red Light Special." We both giggle. "No problem. I gotchu."
"When you are ready to leave give him this and make sure he reads it."
"Okay, you got it." I hug her, thanking her for everything.
Not long after, I have Mrs. Johnson take a group photo before everyone starts leaving. We say our goodbyes and thanks as they go. Robert comes and hugs me. "Here you go. Not a scratch on it." I say handing him his photo back.
"You were right...it was a good idea." He says. Jackson walks his father out as I tell Jonathan bye, going back in the living room.
"Okay...I'm headed up." I say hugging Jonathan.
"This was a great idea. I'm happy he has you...seriously." He says grabbing my hand.
"Thanks Johnny." I say smiling.
"You're the only one I let get away with that."
"Yes...well I am special." He chuckles.
"Thanks girl...twenty minutes." I say to Alyssa as she hugs me.
I head up to set the candles around the room first, then grab the vanity chair to put in our room with the note Sit on it. I lay the rose petals in a large trail from the chair to the top of the stairs and the rest on the bed. I get my lingerie, shoes, scarf and perfume to get dressed in his closet. I let my hair out and shake it loose to make it nice and full, happy the curls are still intact. I spray perfume all over from head to toe and look in the mirror to check myself. I'm wearing a red corset like Chantilly lace with halter, full garter, with red thigh high stockings and red stilettos. I slide my long red lace robe on over my outfit. Finally, I check the time and he should be getting the card right now which reads:
Happy Birthday Baby. Your 4th and final gift is waiting upstairs. Follow the trail of ecstasy and before long you'll be inside me.
Love, Your Woman
I go over to the banister, careful not to disturb the petals, to hear if they're still here.
"Oh...y'all gotta go." Jackson says.
Jonathan laughs. "Good card bro?"
"Get out!" He says laughing.
I run and get the iPod ready with the list, my song first, and wait in the closet with the remote. Finally, I hear him come in. "Wow...Ummm baby I'm here...sitting now."
"Okay...don't look behind you okay?" He chuckles. "Babe." I try to say a little more assertive.
"Alright. I'll look straight ahead." I peek out and he's not looking. I walk up behind him, kissing him on his neck.
"You ready?" I whisper, then nibb
le on his ear.
"Oh God Karisma...I’m more than ready." I kiss him on the other side.
"You trust me?"
"With everything baby." He whispers. I bend down and wrap his hands separately with my longest silk scarf. "Ummm...Karisma." He says nervously.
"I would never hurt you." I whisper in his ear then bite it softly. He growls at me.
I go back in his closet and put on some red lipstick and a little gloss. Okay, I breathe, trying to build my confidence. I'm ready. I hit the play button and Beyoncé Dance 4 You starts. I walk slowly out once the verse plays and stand in front of him, my back to him. When the beat drops I loosen my robe and let it slide off my shoulders slowly, moving my hips, letting it fall eventually. With the chorus I turn to face him and see his eyes bulge out. I dance seductively, moving my hips wide, making sure I add my head rolls and toss my hair around. Moving toward him I stand beside him, putting my leg over him and my warmth against him. I slide my leg down across him so he's between my legs and slowly roll my body in front of him.
"Baby...I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you." He whispers.
I smile and move back off him. I turn around, putting my butt on his now rock hard stick, leaning back on him with my head on his shoulder. I run my hands across my breast and down to my warmth, rolling my body, playing with my clit as he looks down at me. I can feel him trying to get his hands loose.
"Fuck! Karisma...you better be ready." He whispers. Then he licks my ear.
Oh no. I'm trying to concentrate here. I move off his lap, and finish the song, turning away from him. I dance back just enough to roll my butt directly in front of him, slowly, before I pop and drop it when the singer says to.
When the song is almost over I sit on his lap and kiss him as I grind on him, pulling my head back, teasing as he follows me with his mouth, growling…taking full advantage of his hands being tied behind the chair. I pull the piece of scarf I left out so it would be easy to release him. When I do he jumps up with me around his waist and goes straight for the wall, kicking his shoes off. He holds me there, kissing me hard, hitting my teeth hard. He's unbuttoning his pants feverishly, letting them drop to the floor with his underwear. He steps out of them while he rips my underwear off of me. He goes over to the bed, throwing me down and flips me quickly, pulling me against edge. He drops to his knees and slides his tongue through my cheeks while he shakes them on his face. Ah. He goes down and starts licking my clit from behind, pushing my back down and lifting my butt up. He moans into me, enjoying every drop of wetness he tastes. He smacks my butt hard, backing me against his face. He moves his tongue faster as I begin to move against him. "Oh yes!" I shout into the bed. I tremble as I'm about to explode. He realizes it and grabs for my thighs making sure I don’t run. I explode in his mouth as I yell out over the music of Maroon 5 Secret. He stands up and takes his shirt off.
"Don't fucking move!" He commands in a deep carnal voice. He lifts my legs and butt up and rams it in hard and fast.
"Agh!" We shout. He grabs my hips and pounds into me, smacking at my ass hard.
"Fuck!" He yells out. He balls my hair in his hand to pull me up and reaches around to rub my clit.
"Agh! Baby!" I yell out as he massages my clit aggressively.
"Cum on your dick!" He commands. He moves faster, pounding into me. Oh no I can't take it.
"It's coming!" He starts to hit my clit open hand and pounding into me. "Ah!" I shout.
"Yes baby!" He yells out then spins me over and slides me up to the middle of the bed, quickly spreading my legs and slides himself in lying on top of me. He kisses me hard as he slides his hands beneath my butt and pounds into me quick and fast. I grab at his hair as he likes and he moves faster growling into my mouth. He suddenly lifts his head and stares down at me with loving carnal blues. "I'm gonna nut in my pussy now." He says calmly. He kisses me again and I grab at his butt with my hands pushing him into me. He growls into my mouth again with one last thrust, then lifts his head back. "Fuck!" He shouts. I think the whole house may have heard that...over the music. He lies on top of me, catching his breath and calming down as I stroke his back with my legs down.
Eventually he gets up and turns the music off. He comes back and pulls my entire body on top of him and I am finally able to kick my shoes off. I don't know why he likes me to lay on him like this.
"You looked so...hot!" He whispers.
"Yes...I can tell you were pleased." I say giggling now sitting up on my hands on his chest.
"I got so excited reading the card, I kicked Jonathan and Alyssa out." He starts chuckling. "I was like you don't gotta go home, but you gettin’ the hell up outta here." We both laugh. "God then I saw the flowers and the room I was pleased to say the least." He rubs on my butt as I giggle. "But baby...when you started popping your butt at me...and in this…I tried my best to get my hands free."
"I’m happy you enjoyed it baby."
"Karisma...this whole day was," he pauses and sighs, "you just made me feel so special."
"You are special." I lean up to kiss him and giggle instead.
"What?"
"You have all this red lipstick on your face…you look like a clown." He laughs as I stand. "C'mon, let me get that off." I take him in the bathroom and use a makeup cloth to remove the lipstick from him, then my makeup. I see him staring at me through the mirror. "Like what you see?"
"I really do...you look amazing." He grabs me and kisses me hard, squeezing at my butt. "Let me get this off you...so I can cuddle with you naked!" l laugh out loud. He takes his time taking all of it off, kissing my body as he goes. When he's done he looks at me curiously. "Ummm...would you like me to take your extensions out or are you?"
"You don't like my hair?" I ask pouty.
"No baby," he grabs me, "you're beautiful. I want you to be comfortable in our bed."
I smile. "Our bed." He chuckles. I back up and start taking out the clips. I see him studying me through the mirror.
"I think I can take those out next time."
I giggle. "You're so cute."
He grabs me, lifting me to his waist. "Bedtime beautiful." He carries me over to the bed and lays me in the middle. I watch him as he blows out all the candles, puts the music on very low and crawls into bed with me face to face. "Baby...your gifts today were great." He says playing with my curls. "The picture of my mother...that was just...perfect. It was so thoughtful of you." He says softly.
"I went to your father's to tell him about the party. After I cried on his shoulder ‘cause you weren’t' talking to me, he showed me." He grabs my hand, then rubs my face with his other.
"Baby, I'm sorry. He didn't even mention it."
"Well we're over that now. But when he told me that was your last party with her I knew."
"You're so amazing." He says softly.
"And I belong to you Mr. Turner."
"Yes...mine." He says grabbing at my butt pulling me close.
"I hope after today you'll celebrate your birthday every year…in some way." He runs his hand down my face.
"I will as long as you’re here with me." He kisses me softly then pulls me on top of him. He spreads my legs across him and I feel him getting hard again.
"Ummm...I think someone wants more." I murmur, smiling at him as Tweet Beautiful starts to play through the ceiling. He stares at me running his fingers through my hair.
"Make love to me Karisma." His amorous blues staring through me…waiting. I stare at him briefly then kiss him softly as I reach down and slide onto him slowly. He holds me close, massaging my back and running his fingers through my hair. We make love passionately, holding each other through the last moments of his birthday.
The next morning I see that Jackson somehow got up without waking me. I sit up quickly and put my robe on, noticing all the roses are cleaned up and candles put away as I go in my closet for shorts and a tank top. Downstairs, Jackson is fully dressed in his business casual. Oh no, where's he going? He doesn't see me come in, hiding
behind his paper. "Where are you going?” I ask pouting. He drops his paper and motions for me to come to him. He pulls me on his lap cradling me across his lap.
"You must've been tired." He says smiling.
"Yes...I wonder why." I say smuggling his smell.
He chuckles holding me tight. "I have to go to Portland and look at my new clinic."
"On a Sunday?"
"I wanted to get things started ASAP. The contractor could only come today." I nod. "I wanted you to come but you looked so peaceful." I look up at him and see his sad blues.
"Well I guess I'll just have a quiet day at home waiting for you." I kiss him slowly as he squeezes my butt.
"Logan's waiting…but I don’t wanna let you go." I kiss him on the cheek and stand up.
"C'mon. You gotta keep money in my pockets." I say giggling.
"Oh yes I do, Miss Washington." He grabs his phone and wallet as he takes my hand and walk to the door. He lifts me to his waist kissing me softly.
"You want me to walk with you to the car?" I ask, seeing he doesn't want to put me down.
"Hell no! I don’t want Logan's eyes all on your skimpy outfit.”
I giggle. "I think there’s something wrong with you, Mr. Turner."
"Possibly." He kisses me softly as he lets me down. "Take Sanchez if you leave the house...with some clothes on." He says with serious blues staring daggers.
"Got it baby...now go!" I say pointing to the door. He growls, kisses me one more time, and then turns to leave.
What am I going to do all day? Hmm, I guess I can do a little shopping and get some movies...relax at home with a chick flick and pig out. I go over to the phone to ask Richard to take me, then run upstairs to put on some Jackson approved clothes. I decide on some light blue jeans, a T shirt that I tied up in the back and some wedges. Put my hair in a messy bun and go to the mirror to take a photo with shades on. I send it to Jackson along with a message.
Me:
Hey baby. Decided to shop a little and get some movies to watch in your theater. Richard is taking me.
Jackson:
Our theater…and that's what you're wearing
Me:
You don't like?