Finding Sweetness (Sweet series)

by Lewis, Rika

  Alton watched the new girl walk out of the cafeteria. When she passed him, he looked down at her rounded bottom and wondered what it would be like to rub his hands down it. Would it feel as soft as it looked? The few white girls he had been with all had big boobs and small butts. He had always liked a girls butt, sure breast were glorious but he liked the sounds of spanking a nice round butt. Yea… at age 12 he had been exposed to a lot thanks to his dad the fucker! Still he smiled to himself; he would keep that little tid bit to his self though. No one outside the brotherhood could know about his father pimping him out to every slut that had hung around the compound, he thought it would toughen him up, make him a man, however it just made him bitter and hate his ass even more. Shit, even if he wasn’t a so-called member of the brotherhood, someone like Yazmine wouldn’t even look at him if she knew the nasty things that he had done… that he continued to do. He was so fucked up in the head. He’d been in BDSM clubs since he was twelve. Grown women touching, and groping him while his father watched smiling, then sent him off to a dark dank room with a hand full of condoms and dared him to come out until every one of the condoms were used. His mother knew none of this or she would have surely put a shotgun to his father’s head and blown it off by now. He didn’t want his mother to know that her son was a whore. He wasn’t the only one that was being pimped out though. There were other boys in his group forced to do the same thing. He turned his head disgusted with his life. Damn he wished he could be normal.

  Chapter Two

  Two years later

  After school was over Yazmine proceeded to walk home as she did every day, on the way she stopped by the corner store to get her a drink. It was ninety degrees outside and hot as a sweating hooker in church on a Sunday morning. As she walked in, the coolness of the store hit her in the face and it felt fan-f’ing- tastic! She fanned her neck hoping to remove some of the sweat that had started too trickled down her shirt when she spotted the skinhead boys in the far corner where the drinks were. Why today of all days did they have to be standing there. As she approached, they all looked at her as she neared the cooler that held her choice of drink. Excuse me she said trying to maneuver around them with the exception of one. Alton stood tall, lean and fine as hell in front of her with his arms crossed and a look on his face that almost made her want to take a step back. Cautiously she said umm… do you mind handing me an apple juice please? They hadn’t spoken to each other in two years but she had noticed him eyeing her every chance he had, because she had been eyeing him as well. She should have been appalled by him being a Nazi, but for some reason she felt drawn to him. She searched his eyes for some kind of affection but found none. She should have known better, he would never show any sign that he cared in front of his boys. Alton unfolded his arms, he hated what he was about to do but his friends A.K.A members of the brotherhood , A.K.A children of the corn as he’d named them were staring him straight in the eyes, waiting to see what he would do. He closed himself off to all emotions and though he tried to be gentle he pushed her slightly and said get it yourself nigger! She stumbled and it took all he had not to grab after her to hold her steady. She caught her balance and whipped her head back around to him, and if looks could kill he’d surely be dead right now. She stepped up to him and even though he was much taller standing almost six feet to her five feet one she shoved him back and yelled… what did you call me? She could tell she caught him off guard by shoving him back; the pompous ass had not been stood up to often enough huh? He righted himself and smiled a half smile then grabbed her by the hair. He winced remembering his father doing the same thing to his mother, he eased his grip up a lot; he didn’t want to hurt her he just wanted to scare enough to stay away from him. He turned and looked back at the children of the corn and without saying a word, they spread out making sure no one came to the back to see what was going on. His dad had control of this part of town and the manager was one of them as well. He took her to the back storage area where she clawed and kicked and tried to scream but he placed his hand over her mouth to quiet her so others shopping in the store would not hear her. Of course, she bit his hand. Ouch, damn it! Will you keep still he whispered in her ear! She didn’t… get off me… help she screamed into the hand over her mouth. He opened the office door, shoved her through it, slammed the door, and locked it. She swung on him almost nailing him in the face had he not jerked back. She was a little spitfire! Damn he liked that! She swung again only this time he caught her hand cornered her and locked her arms behind her back, and pushed his chest up against her pert little breasts. Damn they felt good pressed up against his chest… quiet … listen to me. I am not going to hurt you. She tried to jerk free from him but failed. If you get quiet, I will let you go. She stilled then quietly said okay. Once he freed her arms, she stepped back. He prepared himself and waited for the blow. Then as expected, she hauled off and slapped the shit out of him. You asshole do not ever man handle me like that again! She rubbed her arms. Your crazy she yelled at him! He knew it was coming; you did not manhandle a woman and not expect some kind of retaliation back in return. He turned and rubbed his jaw; did you have to slap me? I did not really hurt you, you know! Oh really do you get off on man handling women because your too chicken shit to try that on boys your own age and size instead? His lips thinned he was no chicken; all the beatings that his father and the brotherhood had delivered on him had toughened him up if nothing else. He frowned, I’m no chicken, don’t assume you know me; but I am sorry for what I did to you, it was the only way to get you out of there without the rest of them joining in. Why? You know what I am, what my organization is all about. You mean your racist organization. Yea…that’s one way of looking at it. Seriously? You don’t look like the other skin heads. You don’t really believe that BS do you? He turned his head and thinned his lips again damn he hated to lie to her, for some reason what she thought mattered to him. Yes I do. Great, just great! She looked at him, why did you “get me out as you so called stated”? Look let’s just say I don’t agree with everything the Nazi’s say or do and believe me trying to overpower women is defiantly not of them. However the other boys out there do. They get off on it. Well… so what do you want a thank you? That would be nice; I saved your ass. My ass didn’t need saving, I can take care of myself! He leaned over and took a nice long look at her ass, oh I have no doubt that you can’t take care of that ass he said smiling, which by the way is a very fine ass, but I still think you needed my help. He walked up on her and she backed up against the wall. I’ll be just fine and stop looking at my ass, isn’t that some sort of sin in your community? Wouldn’t they deliver a beat down on you if they heard you say that? Placing his hands on each side of her head he leaned down almost touching her face, no you won’t be okay the Nazi’s are a ruthless group that will rape, beat, kill and bury you where no one will ever find you, and fuck what you heard about them not touching black girls. This is a new age and time. They rape and abuse them and disguard them as if they were trash, and yes, they probably would deliver a beat down as you put it on me if they knew I had feelings for you. She gasped. Then looking down, she quietly said you have feelings for me? The moment of truth had come… Fuck it he said to himself, he answered…You know I do. I have since the moment you walked into the classroom our 9th grade year. She glanced up at him then. I knew it because I felt the same way. She slowly but cautiously she bought her hands up to touch his lips with her fingers. He closed his eyes and kissed her fingertips. This was as close as he’d ever been to a black girl as far as actually touching one. He knew that this was all it would ever be though. He opened his eyes, she was looking at him with a need and want that he could not give her. As much as he wanted to, now was not the place nor the time for that. He stiffened. He could hear footsteps coming down the hall. Please don’t be brave right now. He looked down at her lips; damn he wanted to kiss her. For the last two years, she had been keeping her distance from him and his crew, which was wise of her. Although they had been science
partners when they were freshmen they kept it strictly to that, but it was pure torcher for him; because everything she wore to school looked so good on her. Some days he couldn’t wait to see what she had on. They were seniors now, still why would she push her luck now? Someone pounded on the door. Hey man, it’s a little quite in there, what did you do tape her mouth shut? Let’s make her suck us all off then we can beat the shit out of her for disrespecting you. Another boy said oh hell no; I ain’t sticking my dick inside a niggers mouth that’s just nasty! More banging preceded, come on man open the door. Alton looked back at her, unbutton your shirt a little, and take your hair down too. What? Shh. Just do it! I swear I won’t hurt you and I promise I will not let the others touch you. He cupped her cheek softly, please just this once trust me. What are you going to do to me? He pinched his nose please just do it. Her eyes narrowed, she was just about to say something when the banging got even louder. Damn it; open up Ray is coming! Alton looked torn, his eyes pleading with her. Yaz turned around and did as he said. He walked up behind her and tied a bandana around her mouth. He pinned her to the wall blocking her from their view as they all burst through the door then came to a screeching halt and just stood there with their mouths open. Alton had gently grabbed her hair and jerked her head back towards his chest. He looked back at his so-called friends and said do you mind I’m not through with her yet. Ha, ha… hell yea, one of the boys said. Let us help you with the little cunt! Na, I got this; he yanked her shirt off her shoulders. She tried to yell out through the bandana. Alton yanked the bandana from her mouth and lightly grabbed her cheeks saying scream again and I’ll put that mouth to good use! All of you can go to hell she spat. You, your racist community and anyone else that believes the bullshit you teach! Ray came forward and Alton blocked him from seeing her perfect breast… umm… body. No one would see her but him; a possessiveness came over him that shocked even him. Ray I got this man! Turn that little whore around. Shit…Alton only turned her face towards him. You keep your mouth shut. Ray pointed his finger in her face… before I he pointed a thumb at himself put that mouth of yours to good use! The hell he would Alton thought! He turned her head away from Ray; he could feel her body beginning to shake. Alton you had better make this black bitch hurt! If I see her, again in here alone Ray said with a smug smile, I’m going to bust all your teeth out and shove my cock down your black throat until you gag on it and fucking die bitch! At that moment Alton wanted to kill that motherfucker. Come on boys let Alton finish his business. He tapped Alton on the shoulder make it quick then dump the bitch somewhere far and let her ass walk home. If she tells anyone… it’s our word against hers. He whispered in his ear “I’ll edit the video tape just as a little insurance to make it look like she attacked you”. Alton nodded his head. Ray went out and locked the door behind him. Yaz yanked free, tugged her shirt back up, then with shaky hands buttoned it back up. How can you stand to be involved with members who would beat, rape and even kill people? She stopped buttoning her shirt and glared at him. Have you ever… she couldn’t say it. No, I have never killed anyone and you are the first black girl I have ever touched. Look… let’s get you home. He poked his head out to make sure the coast was clear then they headed for the back door when he stopped her. I will have to make it look like I have control of you when we exit okay. Ray has cameras outside this door. I’ll be gentle. She frowned and thinned her lips she didn’t like it one bit, but nodded her head. Hey, he tilted her chin up so she would look at him. I’m sorry, I truly am. I would never hurt you or any woman intentionally I swear. He rubbed his thumb across her lips then slid his arm around her waist and opened the door into the steaming afternoon sun.

  Chapter 3

  He hadn’t meant to walk her all the way home. What if she had ran inside and told her parents? He’d saw her father once when he had come to pick her up and let’s just say he had that don’t mess with face when he saw all of us skinhead in the front office waiting to be seen by the principle. Damn what was he thinking coming to her house? He stopped once they were in front of her house. Well this is where we part ways I guess. She had stayed quite the entire walk home. He wondered what she was thinking. He had a good idea of what but for some reason he wanted to hear her say it. She looked down at his hand and then she shocked the shit out of him. She intertwined her hand with his; come on I want you to meet my family. He tried to jerk his hand back but she clamped down tight. You asked me to trust you, now I am asking you to trust me. He wanted to strike out running, however the look in her eyes seemed very sincere. He looked around nodded his head and walked inside. Her family was in the kitchen when they walked in; they all turned around but didn’t stop what they were doing. Hey baby girl how was your day her dad said hugging her. She looked at Alton then back at her father who was now staring a hole straight through Alton. It was fine dad same old stuff, different day. Who is your friend? Her mom said as she washed out a pan and placed some chicken in it. Mom, this Alton Laurenitis he was my lab partner in the ninth grade. He walked me home today. Oh how nice will he be staying for dinner? Alton spoke up then umm… no ma’am I have to head home I have some homework to start on. Actually mom yes he will. He eyed her, then her father who was still staring a hole straight through him… He faked a smiled then said well I guess I could stay for a little while. Good her father said clapping his hands together. Let’s go have a little chat while the ladies finish making dinner her brother Rodney snickered and threw the towel to Yaz. Oh yea… this should be fun. Mr. Carmichael slapped Alton on the back and led him outside to their deck. Gwen turned around and smiled… it looks as if your dad is bringing another child into the fold! They all shook their heads and laughed. Poor Alton she thought, She just wanted to scare him just as much as he had scared her, at least he would not have to undress for her father. God he actually saw her small breast. The lord in that department did not bless her but what she lacked in breasts her booty more than made up for it, she had caught Alton on more than one occasion checking her out back there. She wondered if he would ever stop being a Nazi and learn to actually have fun with other people or races. Laughing, again she started peeling the potatoes and hummed a tune of a song to herself.

  Alton was lead to the deck where he “was boxed in” by Yaz’s tall six foot five dad and her brother, which in height matched his own. Shit he was in trouble! So Mr. Carmichael began… you’re a Nazi huh? Alton looked at him but didn’t bat an eyelash; that’s right. “And you hate or let me re-phrase my question” the Nazi’s hate blacks and other races non- white? Yaz’s brother Rodney scooted up in his seat so he could look him in the eyes before he gave them an answer. Alton cleared his throat; he was no fool. This was his first time… well actually second time being inside of black family’s house. Still he was not about disrespect Mr. Carmichael’s home. I know what you are trying to do; however, I will be honest with you since you asked me. I am no racist Mr. Carmichael, I was thrust into this life by my father at the age of ten, I had no say in whether or not I wanted to be a part of it or not. He thinned his lips but he’d kept this bottled up for so long and it felt kind of good letting it out, but why he chose to do this with a black man he had no idea why? He had feelings towards Yaz shocking as it was to him she had crept into his life and he hadn’t even realized it so he felt like he’d better get in good with her father and by the looks of it her brother too. My father is not a nice man. He wasn’t always like this; once he lost his job everything went downhill from there. This Nazi group came in to town and offered to help get my father back on his feet but in doing this he had join their brotherhood. My father jumped head long at the opportunity, packed us up and left greenbrier with the speed of lighting. The more meetings we attended the deeper my father was sucked in. Without going into two much detail he made his point quickly, I’m only going along with this until I am old enough to get a job and get me my mother away from my father. He closed his eyes. His mother, God love her she was a strong woman and a loving mother. Please do not s
hare this information with anyone not even Yaz. You two are the only ones that know what my plans are now. Okay… and why did you feel the need to share that with us? Well until now, I never thought I would be sitting in a black family’s home getting ready to eat dinner; he looked down and took the plunge. I care about your daughter and your sister he looked at Rodney. However if she were to ever get involved with me we would most likely be hurt. I stated “we, because as you know it is forbidden for us to… he looked up real quick when her brother jumped up out of his seat. You’re not going to defile my sister understand? What? You heard me… I didn’t stutter! YOU HAD BETTER KEEP YOUR DICK IN YOUR PANTS AND AWAY FROM MY SISTER! Alton stood up I was not talking about sex! I meant for us to be seen together. He lied; He had meant sex and for a minute, he had forgot where he was and whom he was speaking too. It then dawned on him that Mr. Carmichael sat quietly enjoying the show between Rodney and I until he said in low voice to the both of us to sit down. As we did; Mr. Carmichael stood up “I can’t tell my daughter who to like and who she can’t like, I can only tell her what some guys may be about and for her to try and stay clear of them, I trust my daughter to make the right decisions where it concerns her wellbeing, however you have me scratching my head a little? I can normally peg a person well and trust me if I got a feeling that you had “other intentions right now” with my daughter you wouldn’t be sitting here on my deck right now. I am a military man, look at me son. Alton turned his eyes towards Mr. Carmichael” I don’t fuck around when it comes to my wife and kids. I will kill anyone without hesitation for messing with my mine and trust me I have a slew of military brothers black, white, Mexican, Indian, Asian and every other colors of the rainbow that will have my back on that, because I’d have theirs if the table were turned. So what I’m saying to you son is that your Nazi brotherhood don’t mean shit to me. I will bring the wrath of God down on all of them if even one of them hurt my Yaz or anyone you’re going to sit here and eat with tonight. Alton could tell he wasn’t bull shitting around either. He just may be the ally he needed to help him with his plan maybe. Hey it’s time to eat Ms. Carmichael said from the window. Thanks babe we’re coming. Alton and Rodney stood up and Mr. Carmichael caught his arm; by the way Yaz has never bought a boy home to meet her family…ever, So you must mean a lot to her for her to have done that. Mr. Carmichael and Rodney walked ahead of him and left him behind. He noted the look Rodney gave him saying that this conversation was not over. Yaz poked her head out and asked him if he was okay? He took her hand and gently pulled her outside. Why did you invite me in Yaz? God her name felt right on his tongue. She smiled and said everyone needs a place to come to for a little peace, I hope that my home could be that place for you. To show you that not all people are bad. He touched her face I never thought of you as being bad just addictive. She smiled sheepishly. Well that’s not such a bad thing is it? No…it’s not, but it may get us into trouble, and I cannot and will not allow you to be hurt because of me. You worry too much. Tonight I just want you to feel like you belong here with us. She had heard bits and pieces of what he had said, and her heart went out to him. Come on let’s eat. I hope you like roast and potatoes. He smiled, he was a carnivore, however the taste he was craving wasn’t for roast it was for her.