Made to Love: Carmen and Cooper's Story (3 page)

This is my resting place which is
decorated well with my bedroom suit that’s made of creamed colored
oak. In the corner there is a desk for my many business tasks, and
my vanity, which is by far one of my favorite things. It is home to
all my MAC makeup, from my primer to my mascara, all the wonders to
make a girl her happiest. The mirror hung above it, resembles those
of the movie stars, red in color, square in shape, with four light
bulbs going down each side. The makers wanted you to experience the
glamorous life because they included the word
Hollywood
on the bottom right
corner. I pass my walk-in closet to reach the bathroom, the floors
are tiled a light champagne color with flecks of gold. This makes
me feel like I live as a millionaire. The shower is a stand up
stall with a bench strategically located inside for us ladies so we
can sit down to shave our legs. I’m sure it would come in handy too
for male visitors, even though I haven’t used it for that purpose,
not yet anyway.

Ahhh, I turn on the hot water and
step inside, the mosaic tiling makes the floor very comforting to
the feet. I forgot my shower cap so I have to step out, grab it and
put it in on. Coming back into the stream of warm water, I lather
my loofa. As soon as it graces my skin, I’m envisioning the touches
being those of Cooper instead. I run the brush up my thigh, and my
hand soon follows until my finger reaches the pulsing throb in my
vagina. With expertise movement of my middle finger, I gently rub
my clit, and I am nothing shy of a leg shaking orgasm within two
minutes or less.

Being single has really allowed me to become
more in tune with myself and my deepest desires. I can only hope
that I haven’t ruined it for the next man that I am intimate with.
Fingers crossed it will be Mr. Jackson. The suds are flowing all
down the course of my body. Putting the loofa down, I place my
focus where it’s needed the most. I rub anxiously at my clit
circling and circling, wishing it was Cooper. I can already imagine
the feel of his hands on my most sensitive spots. I can see us in
this very shower, him picking me up, using the wall to steady
himself, while my legs have the tightest grip around his waist. He
adjusts them so my vagina is perfectly aligned with the crown of
his penis. All this thinking and visualizing makes my strokes more
intense, demanding my climax.

As I continue to rub up and down,
stroking between the lips allowing my fingers to absorb the
wetness, I bite my lower lip. My other hand is trying to grope the
whole breast but instead settles for taking the nipple between two
fingers twisting and pulling till it’s at the hardest peak. My body
is convulsing, I’m dripping wet, and I find the magic spot and feel
like an explosion has occurred internally. That was long overdue. I
balance myself, re-wash, and exit the glass door. The wall mirror
is completely steamed. As I stand there naked and waiting for it to
de-fog, I reach for my moisturizer to put on my face. A girl can
never start too early in her attempts to prevent wrinkles, at least
that’s what my mom always says. As my body comes into focus, I
stand there admiring my voluptuous curves, my flawless caramel skin
and loving the mole that rests on my left shoulder. I’ve carried
these 34D’s around since the age of sixteen.

Later in life is when I realized
most guys only saw them, and not me. This is one reason why I have
chosen to remain single all this time. I reach for the lotion to
lubricate my body. I start from the top of my shoulders and work my
way down the arms. Working out non-stop has helped keep them firm,
no flab in sight. My stomach is an example of my desperate tries of
obtaining a six-pack, and over my hips, I think they are one of my
greatest assets. As well as my legs, which are long, full of
muscle, not to mention the color, which really makes the females
jealous. I do not have to lay in the blistering sun for hours, nor
that of a tanning bed as this stays with me year-round, no sun
damage required. Removing my shower cap, I allow my jet black hair
to fall gracefully to the middle of my back, brushing it to
eliminate any morning tangles.

Reaching my bedroom, I remove my towel, and
pull out my pajamas from the lingerie chest. A simple white tank
and red shorts. The bed is calling my name; I pull down the covers,
and slide inside. At first the silk sheets are cold, but once my
body starts to adjust and get warm, I fall fast asleep.

Chapter Five

“
Good morning sunshine,” Marcia
enters my room carrying a silver tray. Smiling she says, “Breakfast
in bed for my best friend. I know you are angry with me, but I
thought you and Cooper would make a great couple.” It is obvious
that Marcia feels bad.

Overjoyed at the sight of my Cracker Barrel, I
can’t focus on how she is feeling. Since we have known each other
for years, she knows exactly what to get me, and she even remembers
the extra syrup. I sit up and pull the covers back, to avoid the
possibility of making a mess. Picking up my plastic fork, I shove
pancakes into my mouth and tell Marcia, “We have a date tonight.” A
huge grin forms on Marcia’s face and then she playfully hits my
shoulder.

“
How did that happen? I want
details.”

Slowly I explain how the entire
evening played out. Marcia interrupts a few times with sighing and
she insists that I repeat our first kiss. I find it almost
difficult to put into words, being that I still haven’t come to
full terms with it myself.
AH-MAZING
is all I can say, when she
continues to press for more information.

She then asks, “What will you wear
tonight? Flats or Heels?” The shoe height is not an issue since
Cooper will tower over me regardless. Her question leaves me
pondering about all the possible choices, and my walk-in closet has
plenty of options in store for me. After filling our stomachs,
Marcia and I look forward to catching up on some episodes of our
favorite show,
TrueBlood
. Work has been demanding
for us both lately so we’re about three weeks behind from the rest
of the world. After some intense vampire action, and lots of hot
scenes featuring the one and only Eric Northman, we drift off to
sleep.

When I wake up and look at the
clock, I see it’s already 4:30 pm. I wake Marcia and inform her
it’s time to continue making up for last night by helping me get
ready. She willingly accepts. I stand for what seems like hours
looking into my closest, waiting for the perfect outfit to jump out
at me. I try to avoid trying multiple things on, but to no avail.
Everything gets tossed on my bed instead of being hung back up.
Finally, the decision is made. A silk halter top that contains the
colors red, gray, and black, it is matched perfectly with a dressy
pair of black shorts that fall about 4 inches above the knee. Heels
are something I can’t get enough of; I pick one of my favorite
pairs for this special occasion. They’re red patent leather peep
toes, with a stiletto heel about 3.5 inches high, made by Gianni
Bini, yet comfortable enough for the club venture.

Sitting at my vanity, sporting a
simple pony tail, I start applying my makeup. I’m lucky to have a
natural clear complexion that does not require me to cake the
make-up on as some females do. I create a smoky eye, not forgetting
the mascara and eyeliner, which do wonders for my hazel eyes, and I
complete the look with my crimson red lipstick. I blot for
perfection and start to get nervous as the clock closes in on the 7
o’clock hour. At exactly 7pm, the intercom comes to life with the
voice of Frank.

“
Ms. Williams, Mr. Jackson is
here.”

Smiling to myself, I hit the send button and
say, “Tell him I’ll be right down.”

“
Yes ma’am,” Frank
replies.

Before leaving, Marcia hugs me, telling me how
fabulous I look, and wishes me luck.

“
Don’t forget to invite him up
once he brings you home,” Marcia says. “Remember I will be at
Francisco’s late this evening to catch up on a work project that is
due first thing next week. Don’t worry though I’ll be home before
you wake up tomorrow. Hell you may even owe me breakfast depending
on how the date ends.”

I roll my eyes, partially laughing
and exit the door. My hands are shaky as I press the call button
for the elevator. The anticipation is killing me, and a thought of
our lips reuniting is enough to cause my panties to become slightly
wet.

Chapter Six

I am walking at a light, yet
confident pace, making my way to where Cooper awaits. His facial
expression lets me know my appearance is pleasing. I remind myself
to breathe and remember that I have been on dates before. He is
wearing a black button down shirt and silver cufflinks with a
scripted “C” are used to close the sleeves. His pants are light
tan, perfectly pressed, with no wrinkles in sight. Dressy black
loafers complete his assemble.

When I approach him, he lifts my
right hand to his mouth and kisses it gently, “Good evening Carmen,
you look ravishing.”

 
Blushing, I reply (hoping
the words come out right and clear, my throat appears to have gone
dry), “Thank you. You look amazing.”  

He smirks at me, then places my left arm in
his; guiding me to where his 2011 Black Mercedes E-350 Coupe
awaits.

Surprised to see the car, I ask, “Where is
James?”

“
I only use James for special
events,” Cooper replies. “Sorry you are stuck with just me,”
Grinning, he says.

“
There is no one else I would
rather be stuck with.”

He touches me lightly on the cheek. Sharp is
the only word that comes to mind as he opens the door for me to be
seated. The inside of the car is dark gray leather with red
interior lights. The covering to the moon roof is open so the stars
look down on us. As my seat belt clicks into position, Cooper
slides into the driver’s seat.

“
Shall we go?” he asks.

“
Most definitely,” I
reply.

Before pulling off, he leans over and kisses
me softly and just enough passion to know I haven’t been the only
one looking forward to this. This man really knows how to make my
body respond, even with the slightest touches.

Putting the car in drive, we head
north towards Lee Street. Cooper glances at me before resting his
hand on my left leg, exactly where my shorts end. The sound of
Michael Bublé is interrupted when the GPS advises after turning on
Lee Street; we need to merge onto I-66W and take the Glebe Road
exit in order to reach our destination. The heat from his hand, is
starting to warm my whole body.

As soon as I think it may be too much, we
arrive at The Melting Pot. Cooper has valet take care of the
parking. He tips the gentlemen generously. He comes around and
opens the door for me, extending his hand to assist me out.
 Cooper places his hand on the small of my back leading me
into restaurant.  

The hostess greets us in a high pitched voice,
“Welcome to the Melting Pot.”

She seems to be in her late teens and it is
irritating how she is openly lusting after Cooper. Me being a true
expert in hiding my emotions, something I learned from my father
the attorney, Cooper will be none the wiser in noticing my
rage.

“
We have dinner reservations under
the name Jackson,” Cooper says.

“
Jackson? Party of two…yes, I see.
Please follow me right this way,” says the teeny bopper as she
switches her hips in front of us.

We are seated in a dimly lit area where the
booth is only big enough for us. I set my sequined black Nine West
clutch behind me due to the tightness of the area. The wall sconces
are responsible for the glow on Cooper’s face; I bet he would look
perfect in any kind of lighting.

He looks to me and asks, “What would you like
to drink? I thought about ordering a bottle of champagne. To
celebrate new beginnings.”

I give him a sensual look as heat
radiates from my lady parts and in my sexiest voice I say, “To new
beginnings.” He smiles.

A few minutes later, Cooper orders
our champagne and tells me to trust him in ordering our
dinner. As we wait, I learn that Cooper is executive adviser
at
A.Werts
. He
was born in Greensboro, North Carolina and at the age of 10 he and
his father moved to Blacksburg, Virginia. Cooper never mentions his
mother, so I did not pry. It is refreshing to see how relaxed and
open he is. I tell him about my family and how we are originally
from Newark, New Jersey. He seems impressed that I own a daycare
center. I tell him my father gave me 90% of the money, and informed
me that I needed to know what a struggle is. Cooper laughs at that
and our dinner arrives.

They start us with a cheese fondue, with mini
bread loaves, sausage, and apple slices for dipping purposes. The
cheese smells incredible. I’m reluctant to begin first, so I wait
for Cooper. Using a toothpick he sticks it in an apple slice, dips
it into the warm cheese, and brings it back out dripping of sauce.
Once he wipes the sides to eliminate any spillage, it is presented
at my mouth. Stunned, I imagine myself being the apple slices and
him the toothpick. I shake it off, and then open my mouth wide
enough to receive what he’s giving. Biting down, I taste a mixture
of bleu cheese and white wine; it goes perfectly with the apple. He
sits back and studies my facial expression, seeing whether I like
it or not. I let him know with a lick of my lip that it is very
tasty.