Just Make Him Beautiful

by Warren, Mike

  He rose up off of me and began kissing, licking, and sucking me from head to toe. Chile, my hormones were working overtime. Mr. Jamison was so gentle, tender, and passionate with every touch to my body, I yearned to have him inside me.

  To my surprise, he went down on me and started giving me head. As much as I tried to enjoy it, I couldn’t. As a “total bottom,” that’s not what I wanted to feel.

  I gathered he realized that because he gently turned me over on my stomach. He started licking the back of my ankles and worked his way up to the crack of my small bubble-butt booty, which he entered with his long, hot, moist tongue, and the sensation sent chills all over my body.

  I wanted to return the flavor, so I tried turning around, to go down on him.

  “Naw, I’m not finished yet,” he whispered, turning me gently back on to my stomach.

  My booty was so wet, it felt like there was an ocean between my legs.

  Mr. Jamison then lay on top of me and whispered, “Okay, shawty, turn over.”

  I turned over on my back and waited for further instructions.

  He rose up off the bed. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but he came back and whispered, “Lay back and relax your muscles. This is gonna make you feel even better.”

  So, I did as I was told. Because of the small glimmer of light coming from the bathroom, I noticed Mr. Jamison taking some of the white substance I saw earlier in his gym bag. He began rubbing some of it on his gums, and then he began to slowly rub some of it on the head of my penis. I wasn’t sure why he wanted to do that, but within seconds, that question was answered because my breathing became heavier as my penis started to become harder and harder. Mr. Jamison then leaned down, opened his mouth and swallowed me whole.

  “Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, this man here!” was all I could say. I had never had anyone give me head before, and quite frankly, I’d really never cared to have it done. But Mr. Jamison was making my body crave and yearn for anything and everything. His mouth slid up and down on my little dick as though he was sucking on an oversize clitoris, or at least in my mind, that’s what I envisioned.

  He then arched my back by propping some pillows behind me. He placed two of his fingers in the clear bag for some more of the white substance and began fingering my hole with it. At one point, my breathing had become so erratic and my heart was beating so fast, I thought it was gonna bounce clear out of my chest.

  Suddenly, the pounding in my chest calmed down, and my booty hole began to throb, pulsate, itch, opening, closing, yearning, craving. I had never in my life felt the need or desire to have a dick up in me as much as I did at this very moment. This man was causing me to want him more than life itself.

  “Please, please, give it to me,” I whispered, holding on to his throbbing manhood in my right hand.

  “You sure you ready,” he whispered back.

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  He then got up from the bed and literarily picked me up in one swift motion as though I was a rag doll, pinned my back up against the wall, and slowly began inserting himself into my throbbing hole.

  I truly wish I could seriously express the feeling that surged through my body as Mr. Jamison slowly and gently ground his manhood in and out of me. It was raw and aggressive, yet tender. He passionately planted soft kisses on my lips as well as whispered sweet nothings in my ear. His hot breath along my neck sent chills through my body. His dick was the perfect size, reaching places inside me I never knew I would yearn for, even to this day.

  Mr. Jamison and I made love to each other and tried every possible position there was until the break of dawn. And even though I don’t remember how many times he climaxed, because I lost count after the fifth time, I will always remember that he was the first man to bring me to my first climax. I fell in love that night, and so did he, or so he pretended.

  For the next few days, Keith and I stayed at the hotel waiting for this sanitation company he knew to finish cleaning up his house. I didn’t mind because it gave us some real time alone. Don’t get me wrong, he still handled his business and would go out in the evening, but he always came back before midnight.

  I would stay up and wait for him with little surprises. For example, the second night we were there, when he came in, I had rose petals scattered from the front door into the bathroom and leading into the tub. I bathed him all over, I had room service send up a four-course meal, and after we ate, I massaged his body from head to toe. Then we made love for the rest of the night.

  The third night when he entered the room, I literally raped him. I didn’t give him a chance to say or do anything. I took all his clothes off and threw him down on one of the chairs in the living room area. And with my sweat socks, I tied his left hand to the left side of the chair, and then I tied the right hand to the right hand side of the chair.

  At first he looked at me like I was crazy, but I told him, “Relax. This is gonna make you feel even better.”

  I think he knew what I was up to at that point because he smiled as I pulled out some of the cocaine he had left from the other night and began to place some of it on the head of his penis. And we made love for the rest of the night.

  Chapter 16

  Over the next few weeks back at the mansion, I seldom got a chance to see Keith. He was always out taking care of business or out fucking some bitch. I say that because in the process of getting the mansion back in order, I cleaned, vacuumed, washed everything in sight, and in doing so, I came across some criminating evidence. Evidence that proved he was fucking around on me.

  I found phone numbers on book matches as well as nude pictures he had of some of his bitches, black and white alike, hidden in the back of his closet. He also had the nerve to have another cell phone, which I never knew anything about, until I happened to get the bill in the mail a few days ago. I never told him about the bill. I just threw it away and programmed the number in my phone, just in case I ever needed it. The sad thing is, I was still in love with him.

  I didn’t feel like moping around the house all day, so I called my baby sister Keisha to see if she wanted to hang out. Much to my surprise, she did.

  *

  I picked Keisha up at her friend girl’s house because I didn’t wanna pick her up from Mom’s house just in case my stepfather was there. We still weren’t speaking. And even though my relationship with Keith wasn’t as strong as I wanted to be, I still entertained the thought of him killing my stepfather and Junior for me.

  Actually, when I’d first mentioned to Keith the problems I was having with my stepdad and Junior, he stated, “Just tell me when and where.”

  As angry as I was at what they both had done to me, I still hadn’t given him a place and a time. But I was still considering it.

  “Hey, big brother,” Keisha stated, knocking on the passenger side window and interrupting my thoughts.

  I unlocked the passenger side door. “Well, don’t you look all grown up.”

  “Look? I am grown up, humph.”

  “You’re only thirteen, girl. You ain’t grown.” I checked out her hoochie outfit and her face that someone tried to make up.

  “I’ll be fourteen in five days,” she spat.

  Little did she know, I’d remembered her birthday, and since school was gonna start up soon, I had planned to take her shopping for some cute little outfits and school supplies. Wow, Keisha was starting senior high this year. I was so proud of her. And even though she looked like some kinda hoochie, she was growing up to be a very pretty young lady. But, Lawd knows, I really needed to give her some makeup tips, because this “burnt gobling thing” she had going on with her face wasn’t working.

  Keisha was talking a mile a minute, from the time she got in the car. Up until now, I really wasn’t listening to all of what she was saying because, for some reason, there was a lot of traffic in both directions. I made a right, turned onto Reed Street, thinking I could avoid most of the traffic. And, just as I thought, there wasn’t much traffic at all. Within minutes, I wa
s pulling into the parking lot of the mall.

  Keisha released her seat belt. “What are we doing here?”

  “I thought I would take you shopping, but if you don’t feel like it, we can go somewhere else.” I started the car back up, teasing her.

  She squealed. “Nah-huh, we going shopping, we going shopping!”

  She was so much like me, all I could do was laugh. As we entered the mall, my cell phone rang. I reached into my man bag and saw it was Keith calling.

  “Hi, baby.”

  “Yo, shawty, where you at?”

  “I’m at the mall with my little sister. Why? What’s up?”

  “Just checking to see how you were doing and where you were. How long you’re gonna be?”

  “I was going to spend the day out with Keisha, but if you need me to come home, I can.”

  “Naw, it’s cool. I know you don’t get a chance to spend much time with her, so enjoy your time. Tell her I said hello.”

  “Okay, will do. You need me to pick up anything for you while I’m out?” I asked, being considerate.

  “Naw, I’m good. Besides, I won’t be home until late. Have fun, shawty.”

  I thought it was strange for Keith to call and not really want anything other than keep tabs on me. I smiled thinking that maybe he was beginning to care more about what I was doing and where I was. I definitely had to pick something up for him, just to let him know that I appreciated his concern.

  “Come on, Cameron,” Keisha said, pulling me by my arm. “Let’s check out Macy’s and see what sales they got.”

  For the next couple of hours, Keisha dragged me in one store after the other, looking and trying on almost everything she thought was fly. She practically begged me to get a few items of clothing for her, but I refused. In my opinion, she was just a little too young to be wearing some of that hoochie crap. I did buy her one outfit that was kinda hoochie, but that’s only because it was really cute. I also bought her a whole makeup kit with eyeliner, brushes, foundation, and lip-gloss. You name it, it was in there. That by itself was almost a hundred dollars. But I wasn’t complaining because she was my baby sister and I loved her and wanted nothing but the best for her.

  We took a break and ate lunch at the food court. Keisha wanted pizza, and I got some stir fry chicken. This gave me an opportunity to talk to her and see where her head was, how things were going at home.

  “How are things at home?”

  “Okay, I guess. I spend most of my time over Debbie’s house,” she replied rocking from side to side while eating her pizza.

  “Debbie’s mom doesn’t mind you being there so much?”

  “Nope, because she says she likes having me around because I’ve been a good influence for her daughter.” She chuckled.

  “Good influence, how?”

  “I guess it’s because I don’t mind helping around the house with the cleaning and stuff.”

  “Well, good for you. So, how is Mom doing?”

  “She’s okay, I guess.”

  “You guess?” I said sternly. “When was the last time you talked with her?”

  “Me? When was the last time you talked with her?” she asked, rolling her neck from side to side.

  “Touché,” was all I could say. I had to be careful with little Ms. Thang, who was more like me than I thought.

  Just as I was about to ask her about our real mother, her cell phone rang. I sat and listened to her talk to her friend girl Debbie, going on and on about some boy named Little Moe, the both of them screaming and hollering like schoolgirls. I then laughed to myself. They are schoolgirls.

  Once she got off the phone, she looked at me kinda strangely.

  “What’s wrong, Keisha?”

  “I know we were gonna spend the day together, but do you mind if we cut things short?”

  “Naw. What’s going on?”

  “Well, Debbie just told me that this guy who like me was gonna be at this birthday party and she wanted me to go along with her.”

  “So, you’re going to crash some party for this boy?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

  “I ain’t crashing the party. Debbie was invited, and she asked me to come along as her date. What’s the matter with that?”

  “Girl, there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m just teasing you. Come on, get your stuff, and I’ll drop you back off at Debbie’s house.”

  “Thanks, Cameron,” she stated, grabbing all of her bags. “I promise to make it up to you.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I chuckled. “Let’s go.”

  *

  I dropped Keisha back off at Debbie’s house. I didn’t have anything else to do, so I thought I would surprise my girl Robin and stop by her house. Unfortunately, once I got there, Auntie told me she wasn’t home and wasn’t sure where she went or when she would be back.

  I wanted to stop at my mom’s house just to check on her, but I didn’t wanna run into my stepfather, so I headed home. Prior to going in, I stopped at the gas station to get some gas. When I got out of the car, I noticed this dude pumping gas in his vehicle. He kept staring at me. He wasn’t a bad-looking dude, but he just wasn’t my type.

  I got out the car, slid my credit card into the pump machine, and began pumping my gas.

  The guy said, “Hey, shawty. What’s your name?”

  “Kyle.” I continued pumping my gas.

  “I’m Zack,” he replied arrogantly. “But you can call me Z.”

  “Yeah, whatever,” I said under my breath.

  He placed the gas pump back into its slot. “Wow, man! Why you so mean?”

  I guess I should have been flattered because this guy was coming on to me, but I wasn’t. At this point in my life, I had gotten used to guys coming on to me. Years ago, I would have been flattered and interested in anyone who came on to me that I thought was cute, but not anymore. Especially, now that I was in a relationship, right?

  “So, you can’t even speak to a brotha, huh,” he said, climbing into his SUV.

  I placed the gas pump back into its slot. “I’m sorry. My mind is somewhere else.”

  “So, where are you heading to?”

  “Home.”

  Zack smiled. “Can I come with you?”

  “I don’t think my boyfriend would like that,” I spat.

  “Oh dayum! My bad. Well, I tell you what, if you ever wanna hang out, give me a call.” He got out of his car and handed me his card.

  Chile boo, I thought to myself as I accepted his business card and drove off. I looked at his card, Zachary Davis, attorney-at-law.

  I would have never thought he had a high school diploma, let alone a degree in law. And on top of that, he didn’t look that much older than me, so I was truly impressed. I placed Zack’s card in my man bag as I entered the security code and watched the iron gate open to my home.

  As I pulled up to the house, Keith’s car was parked in the driveway. I didn’t think anything of it, even though he’d said he wouldn’t be home until late. But I thought maybe he decided to come home early and get some sleep before heading out into the night.

  I threw my keys up on the kitchen counter and made my way up the stairs to Keith’s bedroom. I didn’t wanna call out his name, not wanting to wake him up. I stood on the outside of his bedroom with my ear against the door for a minute or so and was shocked to hear the sounds of people moaning and groaning.

  I knew it was Keith because he always made the same sounds during sex, but I couldn’t determine who the other person was, other than I knew it was some bitch. Her high-pitched moans were making me nauseous as I leaned against the door.

  A teardrop ran down my cheek. I knew Keith fucked around with bitches because of the evidence I’d found, but I’d never thought he would bring that shit home.

  As I slid down to the floor, I began blaming myself for not doing something right. I mean, the only reason why men mess around is because of something the other person is not doing, right? I didn’t know whether to bust the door wide open and start bi
tching or just leave and pretend I was never here. At least if I did the latter, I could then work on myself so I could be more of whatever Keith wanted me to be.

  If I bust through the door and start screaming and yelling, Keith will never forgive me.

  Then I thought if I handled this situation maturely and opened the door, walked in, and pretended it was no big deal and possibly joined in, Keith might love me more. Besides, all men have a thing for threesomes, right? Also, the bitch inside me was dying to find out who the bitch was in there with my man.

  I picked myself up from the floor and wiped my face with my hands. I took a deep breath, turned the doorknob, and walked into Keith’s bedroom. I don’t know who was shocked more, me or them. I caught Keith butt naked on the upswing as he came down; pounding the shit out of my girl, Ms. Robin Parker. I was so stunned and surprised that Robin would do that to me, my body went totally limp, and I fainted right there.

  *

  When I came to, I was lying in my bed, and Keith was sitting in a chair next to my bed, talking on his cell phone.

  “Hey, let me call you back,” he stated to whoever he was on the phone with. “So, how are you feeling?” he asked me in a genuine tone.

  “How am I feeling? Keith, how could you do that to me?” I asked as tears began to form in my eyes.

  “Look, shawty, I’m sorry. I just can’t be totally in a homosexual relationship. I love women too.”

  “Keith, you really never told me about your relationships with women, but even if you do enjoy being with them, why my girl Robin?” I was trying to hold back the tears.

  “Why not Robin?” he asked, a confused expression on his face.

  “Because she’s my friend,” I replied, raising my voice. I wiped my tears away. “Or at least she was.”

  “Yo, shawty, we can all make this work. I care a lot for you, and I also care for Robin. Why can’t we all live here and be one happy family?”

  He tried to hold my hand, but I snatched it away from him.

  “Are you serious?”