Charmaine Delarosa

Beauty the Beast

I still remember the first time that I saw her, how could I forget? She changed my life forever. She was standing in the middle of the grocery story, a shopping basket tilted off of her wide hips. She was hot, no doubt about it. Pale skin, long, black curly hair, and a rocking body. I walked up to her, but lost my nerve and deterred my attention over to the crackers right in front of my face. Through my peripheral vision I could see she looked at me, up and down, and bit her lip a little. I turned to her and smiled.

"Hello." I muttered, awkwardly. She smiled and shook my outstretched hand.

"Hey, I'm Charmaine, Charmaine Delarosa ." She said, her smile stretched out on one side a little more than on the other. She had the cutest little dimples, and perfect teeth. She wasn't from here, she didn't have the dull look in her eyes that everyone in this dreary town seemed to experience. She had a sparkle in her eyes, pure passion hidden in the back of her hazel eyes.

"Delarosa? Is that Spanish?"

"Yeah"

"Kosher." I was nervous, but her smile was as bright as the sun. "This may seem a little rushed, but would you like to go get a bite to eat?" I spit out smoothly in my tenor voice.

"I don't see why not." She said, smiling an oddly wide smile. I brushed it off and she followed me as I lead her out. Neither of us had had any groceries in our baskets. Even if we did, I'm sure we would have just left them in the aisles. We were in such a rush to get out of there, and I was being lead by my pants. We had gotten to the Taco Bell across the street when she began to drag me inside. It was One thirty in the morning, and nobody was in there other than the employees. She walked in and we ordered. She only desired cinnamon bites. I told her that it was alright if she wanted to get something more, but she was persistent. Then she ordered twenty more cinnamon bites. That was not what I was really hinting to, but the girl knew what she wanted. I had to wonder how she maintained that rocking body with an obvious love for sugary fried dough balls.

We were sitting in the booth hidden from the counter when she started to make a move she whispered sweet words into my ear of how attractive I was, of how much she wanted me, wanted my body. Then she began to kiss my neck, making her way slowly, teasingly. She tore open my button up and started to suck harder and harder, leaving red marks all over. She was working on one of my abs when everyone of the employees came out, turning out the lights behind them, leaving only one on. Right about us. A man dropped off nothing but cinnamon bites on a table fifteen feet away. I was very confused that my food was not there, confused that all of the employees were standing in front of us. I faintly wondered if they were going to ask us to leave, but the main thing on my mind was Charmaine, who kept going down lower and lower. And then everybody walked out of the front door, locking it. Leaving me and Charmaine. She threw her shirt off to the side and ruffled her hair. I could smell her sweet, sweet perfume and stared at her breast. They were bloody enormous! She was a beautiful creature.

"I hate getting my clothes dirty." She said in a sexy voice. Seeing that nobody was around, I took off my pants and underwear. Her smile was larger than any one I had seen before. I was horrified, the smile grew and I saw nothing but teeth. She grabbed ahold of me by the arms. Nobody to hear my screams as she opened her mouth wide and bite me willy off in one swift motion. She spit it off to the side and it landed into the trash can. She smiled a normal smile, and even though she had my blood running down her chin she was still beautiful. A true predator. She tied me down to the front counter using rope she had taken out of the ice machine. My wrist bled from how tight and cold it was. She took out a small hatchet from her bag and smiled down at me.

"I'd say for you to be more careful next time, but there will be no next time."I remember the first time I saw Charmaine Delarosa. How could I forget. I closed my eyes as I heard the whizz of the hatchet coming towards my ears, along with the last words I heard from her sexy lips. "I'm only fourteen."