Made to Love: Carmen and Cooper's Story by Candace Werts

found at the end of the buffet table. The
initials C.J. are in one pumpkin while the others hold the numbers
10 and 31. The three tier cake is on the other side of wet bar. The
first layer has a pumpkin, the center tier has the number “33” and
the lower layers are mainly royal blue, with black trees coming up
one side and a full moon resting on the bottom layer. Happy
Birthday Cooper is written in the middle of the last two tiers in
silver. The DJ begins playing music and I can’t wait to dance with
my man tonight.
    “ What is that?” Marcia asks as she
pulls up my sleeve to take a better look.
    “ Cooper gave it to me today. Don’t
you love it?” I reply proudly.
    “ It’s absolutely beautiful,” says
Giselle.
    Marcia smiles, “I’m so very happy for
you.”
    As we head to the bar for another drink,
Marcia runs into Francisco, literally.
    “ I’m sorry, excuse me,” she says
slightly embarrassed. When she looks up and notices it’s Francisco,
he is dressed as a drag queen.
    Marcia says, “Hey Francisco, great choice of
costume. I think you’re makeup looks better than mine,” We all
laugh at the comment.
    His lips are painted a deep maroon color, and
his eyeliner and mascara is impeccable. He could really pass for a
woman with his slender figure and that black dress that is made for
him.
    “ Francisco, this is Giselle.” They
say hello.
    “ Carmen, you remember Francisco?”
Marcia asks.
    “ Yes, I do. I’m glad you could
make it.”
    “ No problem. I never miss an
opportunity to dress up,” he says while waving at
someone.
    As we head back toward the guys, I spot
several people who were at the summer party a few months ago. The
room is starting to fill up quite nicely. Everyone looks to be
enjoying themselves, especially the birthday boy
himself.
    “ Hey you,” he says as I get
closer.
    He steals a small kiss from me. He keeps me
wet even with the smallest gestures. I remember I never put my
panties on. The song Disturbia by Rihanna blares through the
speakers. Giselle, Marcia and David go show everyone their moves as
Cooper and I watch.
    Cooper takes my hand, and asks, “Shall we go
put them all to shame?”
    Anxiously I nod my head, as he leads the way.
Our bodies naturally flow together. His cape hides my body from the
spectators. His hand is behind my fish tail cape and grazes my leg
as he reaches for my hip, when he suddenly stops.
    He whispers in my ear, “No panties huh?” His
warm breath smelling of scotch is so pleasing to my ear, my
moistness begins again. “It seems you’re looking for trouble, Miss
Williams.” His nose nuzzles up the side of my hair as we continue
to move.
    The evening is going perfectly until Cooper
looks up and sees his parents. He stops dancing and I ask him what
is wrong. Then I notice two people dressed as doctor and nurse
walking in our direction. Mr. Jackson’s facial features resemble
Cooper’s, but his hair color is salt and pepper. His mother is a
very attractive woman. She has goddess like features. Her
complexion makes her look twenty years younger. She has a petite
frame like my mother, only a little shorter in height. Her hair is
golden blonde, poking out of her nurse’s cap. She keeps it in a
medium bob cut which brings out the shape of her angular face. I
force myself to smile at the women who caused Cooper so much
pain.
    Mr. Jackson greets Cooper with a warm hug and
wishes him a Happy Birthday.
    “ This is my Carmen, Dad.” He
introduces me with much delight.
    “ It is finally nice to meet you,
Miss Carmen. I’ve heard so much about you. Your mother also did a
fabulous job with the party. I can’t wait to meet her as
well.”
    “ It’s such a pleasure to finally
meet you as well, Mr. Jackson,” I eagerly say.
    “ Please call me Timothy. And this
Carmen is my”
    Cooper interrupts and says, “This Carmen, is
Beverly.”
    “ I want to thank you for allowing
me to be here on your special day,” Beverly sincerely
says.
    “ My