“Okay.”
Good girl.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Xavier
It had been days since I heard from Camilla and I needed to fuck. I wasn’t mad at her for living her life but damn, I needed some ass. I called her phone and thankfully she answered. “Hey, what’s up, Camilla?”
“Hey, Xavier!” She sounded happy to hear my voice. That was good.
“You know…I’ve been missing you. A lot.”
“I miss you too. Can I come see you today?” She asked with a smile in her voice.
“Hell yeah. Can you come naked?” I laughed.
“Maybe.” She purred and my dick responded. “I’ll be over there in a little while.”
“Okay, cool.” We ended the conversation and I hopped in the shower. I went out to the store to grab some groceries because I planned to fuck the shit out of Camilla for days on end, we’d need food.
The grocery store was crawling with people and even a few Trinity students spotted me. I smiled, waved and kept it moving. “Hi, you dropped this.” I looked behind me and saw a gorgeous woman with the biggest titties I’d ever seen. She handed me a five-dollar bill. I checked my pockets and found that some of my money was indeed hanging out of my wallet. Shit.
“Thank you, beautiful.” I smiled, “You need it? You can keep it.” We both laughed.
“I can write my number on it for you.” She said boldly. I let my eyes freely roam over her body and back to those breasts. She was bad as fuck.
“You can do me one better and follow me back to my house,” I said, moving closer to her. She giggled softly and bit her bottom lip in consideration.
“What is your name?” She asked me as we moved out of the way of shoppers.
“Xavier, what’s yours?”
“Bianca. Nice to meet you, Xavier.” She kept staring at me, and I wasn’t gonna be responsible for fucking her if she kept that shit up.
“Why do you keep staring at me like that, Bianca?” She blushed a little, averting her pretty brown eyes. I looked at her long legs and flat stomach then leaned back slightly to look at her ass. It was round and it looked soft.
“You have the prettiest smile…I think it’s those dimples.” She touched my shoulder and I nodded slowly.
“Yeah, they have that effect on women.” More giggles. “So you coming back with me, or do I have to beg?” I glanced down at my phone to see if I had any texts from Camilla. Nothing.
“I mean…I just met you,” she smiled.
“That’s true. I understand if you feel hesitant. I’m not a psycho or anything though.”
“You just like to pick up strange women at the grocery store?” Bianca laughed and bumped me with her full hips. I envisioned myself gripping those hips later while I slammed into her from behind.
“Maybe that’s my thing.” I lowered my eyebrows dramatically and she gave me another laugh. She was cute as hell.
“Look…I have to go pick up my son in an hour so…”
“So, I should make it fast?” She tossed her head back and laughed loudly then she shrugged her shoulders. Her defenses were lowering. I was getting inside of her today. “I’m not one to lead you on or anything, I just think you’re beautiful…” I looked behind her, “…and sexy.”
“Thank you. You’re sexy too.” She bit her bottom lip again. “I’m not coming to your place.” She pointed at me.
Bianca slid into the passenger side of my car after paying for her groceries and I drove her to a secluded spot off the side of a private beach. She climbed on top of my dick and freed her breasts right in my face. My mouth was on her nipples immediately. She moaned softly while I worked to free my dick. Once I got it out, I slipped a condom on and pushed into Bianca’s warm, wet pussy.
“Oh my god,” She moaned loudly. She knew how to move those rounded hips too. She bounced on my dick like a fucking pro. I grabbed two handfuls of her big ass and slammed into her making her cry out. She leaned in and kissed my neck, then my lips.
The harder I fucked her, the deeper she dug into my shoulders. I could tell she was about to cum on my cock because she started moaning even louder, and working her hips faster. “Xavier!” I tugged on her ponytail and she squealed. She came first, then I came, and that shit felt so damn good. “Oh my god, Xavier.” She panted as she got dressed in the passenger seat. “That was so…good. I never do shit like that.”
“First time for everything,” I winked at her and she blushed.
“Are you married or something?” She asked me as we drove back to the grocery store.
“Nah, I’m single.” I laughed.
“Ugh…your smile is so…” she did a cute little purr-growl and tugged on my shirt. “I’m gonna give you my number.”
“Okay,” I said. I watched her write it down on the $5 bill and I tucked it in my wallet. I didn’t know if I’d actually call her but it was a fun prospect.
Camilla was waiting in my driveway when I pulled in. I hopped out quickly, gathering the condom wrapper in my free hand. I didn’t know how she would feel about me fucking another woman but it’s not like we didn’t agree we would be free to do as we pleased. She got out and frowned at me. Arms folded across her chest. “I’ve been sitting here for 45 minutes Xavier.”
“Sorry.” I kissed her cheek and unlocked the door.
“Uh huh…” Camilla looked so good. Her hair was damp from a shower and she smelled like baby powder and perfume. I wanted to dive face first in her pussy. I needed to shower first though. “Why are you taking a shower? Shouldn’t you have done that before I got here?” She quizzed. I ran the water and stepped into the clouds of steam.
“You wanna get in?” I asked with a smile.
“I already took one.” She was being very short with me. I know I threw that condom in the trash before she ever saw it, so what the hell was her problem?
When I got out of the shower, I wrapped a black towel around my waist and looked at myself in the mirror. Bianca had dug her nails into my shoulders and back. Angry red welts crisscrossed my tanned skin. Shit. I looked out into the bedroom and Camilla was standing there looking pissed. No doubt she saw the marks. “What the fuck is that on your shoulders and back, Xavier?”
“Uh…scratches.” I ran a hand over my hair and started putting on lotion.
“Scratches?” She was starting to yell now. I wasn’t angry, but it wouldn’t have been hard for me to get there. “Who are you fucking?”
“Nobody! Shit. It was just some chick I met at the store.”
“The store! You just came from the store. You fucked a bitch on the way home to fuck me? What the fuck was she? An appetizer?” Alright, now I was pissed.
"You need to chill the fuck out, Camilla." I barked. I pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. Camilla was pacing around my room looking like a lioness ready to pounce.
“You need to tell me why you fucked a bitch on the way here. You knew I was coming to see you!” She was waving her hands all around in the air and her voice was getting louder and louder.
Finally I pushed her down on the bed and hovered over top of her. “I said chill. The. Fuck. Out.” She looked at me like I was insane, and she struggled beneath me. She looked like she was about to flip out if I didn’t get off of her but she would flip out if I did too, so I just stayed put. “Why did you do that, Xavier?” She was whining and on the verge of tears. She was fucking crazy. I liked it but got damn.
“Camilla, what did we say? What did we say about us being free?”
“But…”
“But nothing. I’m a man and I told you already I like to fuck…a lot. If you’re not here what the fuck do you think is gonna happen? I’m going to pine away in the window somewhere while you jumping from dick to dick? Nah.” I let out a breath and finally moved off of her. “I don’t judge you for what you do but I know you’re fucking someone else. I saw that fucking hickey on your neck. You said it wasn’t Lomax so it’s someone else. That shit fucked with me fo
r a second but I didn’t jump all over you, did I?” I looked at her and she was pouting. Fucking pouting like a big ass baby.
I helped her sit up and then I sat beside her. “So tell me this…do you want transparency between us?” I asked seriously. I was willing to tell her the truth as long as I got the same in return, but I wasn’t with the accusations and yelling.
“Yes…but I’m scared you’ll look at me funny if I’m completely transparent.”
“Camilla, if I could take you fucking my boss, learning about your family situation and knowing what your episodes are all about then I don’t think I’d judge you for anything else. I haven’t judged you all this time.”
“Well, I’m just a box of fucking surprises.” She muttered through partially open lips.
“Let me know what you want. I’m open as long as you are.” Camilla’s phone chimed and when she looked at it, she swallowed hard and then made the screen go black. “Everything alright?” I asked.
“Yeah…I gotta go.” She jumped up so fast she forgot to grab her bag.
“You just got here! I haven’t seen your ass in days and you’re leaving already?”
“I’m so sorry. My dad needs me.” She kissed my lips and tried to back away but I held on to her. “Xavier, stop. I gotta go.”
“Are you coming right back? The appetizer wasn’t shit compared to the entre.”
She tossed me a scrunched up look that made me laugh. She was still jealous.
“Maybe. I’ll text you.” She pulled out of my grasp and slipped out of the door. Whoever texted her was who she was fucking, and it wasn’t her damn daddy. I’m not stupid.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Laurel
I was starting college in the fall so I’d been pouring over dorm furniture and class schedules for days. Christina was bored out of her mind and she had no problems letting me know it. “Can you please give the college shit a break, Laurel?”
“September will be here before you know it, Chris. I’m just making sure everything is ordered in time.” She sauntered over to my desk and shut my laptop just as I was in the middle of putting my dad’s card information in. My eyes narrowed and I glared up at her. “What are you doing, Chris!”
“I’m making you spend some time with me. The entire time I’ve been here we’ve had sex like once. What the hell Laurel?” I felt bad when she pouted. Her lips were so full and so pink they were almost ruby.
“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to get things taken care of.” Christina didn’t have college to worry about in the fall. She would still be at Trinity she didn’t understand the urgency of it all.
“So, when you go away to college are we still gonna talk? I know we’re seeing each other but we’ve never put a label on anything.” She spoke softly; I almost had to strain to hear her.
“You’re right. I don’t know, Chris. I guess we’re…a summer fling?” Something gripped the pit of my stomach when I said that. It felt so impersonal when this girl had made me feel extraordinary. She was there for me when Camilla lied to me, and she gave me orgasm after orgasm. Even thinking about it was making me wet.
“Oh, okay,” was all she said in response.
“Chris…this is all new to me.”
“It’s cool Laurel. I get it. We’re just…a fling.
“We can still hook up when I come home to visit.” I smiled at her and she smiled back but it never reached her eyes. I felt like crap.
It was then that I finally started to miss talking to Camilla. She would be on top of this entire situation. She would know what to say to smooth things over with Christina.
I still got angry thinking about her and Mr. Sanders…Xavier, having sex right under my nose while I was grinning in his face. I must have looked like quite the fool. Ever since I found out, everything made sense. The way he looked at Camilla, the way he reacted when she fainted, how he always said her name a certain way.
When I saw him kissing her neck in public no less, I was nearly devastated. She looked like she was getting ready to float away before she noticed me. Still, I was starting to miss her. Seeing all the commotion at Pastor Scott’s church was so hurtful, I just wanted to hug Camilla and Christina.
“What are you thinking about?” Chris asked. I blinked and rubbed my eyes.
“Oh…um, Camilla. I kinda miss her.” I admitted quietly. Chris’ face brightened up and she tossed me my phone.
“Call her.”
“I kinda deleted her from my contacts.” I cringed at the hasty decision.
“I’ll send you her number again. Text her or call her…something.” Maybe it was time to end the feud. It wasn’t like I was sleeping with Xavier and she stole him from me. Plus, I was kinda sleeping with her sister so…we were even in my book. I shot Camilla a text.
Me: Hey…ready to be friends again?
I waited for a few minutes but got no response. “You think she’s busy?” I asked Christina.
“Maybe. I didn’t run into her the other night when I went home. She said she’d go over Xavier’s so she might be…a little busy.” She tried to be sensitive with her words but I knew what she meant. I cringed a little on the inside but it wasn’t as bad as I made it out to be. I really had no claim to Xavier.
Hours passed and there was no response from Camilla. I frowned at my phone and looked over at Chris. “You text her,” I said.
“Who? Cami? She still hasn’t texted you back? I shook my head. “Maybe she’s with Trevor.”
“Maybe. I feel bad now. Like maybe she doesn’t want to be friends again.” I pulled my knees up to my chest.
“She’s just somewhere being Cami,” Chris assured me. She looked at me and sucked in a breath. “Hey…can I talk to you about something?”
“Of course.”
“When I was home a couple of nights ago getting clothes…I think I saw someone in my dad’s bed.” I listened closer, leaning in. “I knocked on his door and normally I just go right in but he was being so weird standing at the door like he was guarding it, then he wouldn’t even let me look in there. I saw hair and blankets. The hair didn’t look like my mom’s hair, and I know she’s out in the pool house.”
"Do you think he's cheating on your mom?"
“I don’t know. It’s so out of character for him but evidently, my parents have entire lives I don’t know about.”
“You wanna…drop by the house unexpectedly and see?” I smirked at her and she grinned big as day.
We both got up and got dressed quickly. Christina wore a pair of yellow track shorts that looked amazing against her dark skin and a black t-shirt. I wore a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a cute floral shirt. Christina eyed me seductively, and I giggled like a little girl. I pressed my lips against hers and she melted into me. She always tasted like watermelon when we kissed. It was intoxicating.
I couldn’t see just pushing this feeling off to the side when I went to college. I couldn’t let another girl get this close to me. I don’t even know if I actually like girls as a whole, or if I just like Christina.
After we broke apart from our kiss, we hopped in my car and drove to her house. I’ve lived about ten minutes away from the Scott’s my entire life. The drive to their house has been weaved into my memory.
Looking around the back of the house, across the lawn, and off to the side of the pool, we could both see lights on in the pool house. We stood there for a moment longer and even saw Mrs. Scott walk by one of the windows with her phone in her hand, typing furiously. She as definitely in the pool house.
Out front was Camilla’s car and Pastor Scott’s trucks. If Camilla was home, why the hell wasn’t she answering texts? “Okay, no strange cars here. Cami and daddy are home which is kinda weird since he’s usually at work right now…” Chris’ voice trailed off and she slid her lips to the side of her face. She looked so sexy when she was thinking about something. “Let’s go in.” She finally chirped. I followed along as she typed in the security code and pushed through the double doors.
It was quiet. Eerily quiet.
We made our way to Camilla’s room first. It was empty. It smelled slightly of perfume, which meant she was in here at some point recently. I peeked in her closet and saw the usual scene, were clothes strewn around and her laptop closed in the corner.
“She’s probably with daddy,” Chris mentioned with a sigh. Next, we went down into the family room but it was empty, the TV wasn’t on and the computer was black. The same story in the den and her dad’s study. Nobody in the kitchen either.
We went back upstairs, this time to Chris’ room. When we passed her parents’ door, she paused. Her head tilted to the side and she listened. I stood beside her and did the same. The shower was running.
You could barely hear it through the thick walls but there was definitely water running. “Stay here…I’m gonna go in and be nosey while he’s in the shower.” Christina had a devious glint in her deep brown eyes. I nodded my head as she slipped through the door. I felt like a damn look out. I was just waiting for Mrs. Scott or Camilla to round the corner and ask what the hell I was doing standing at the bedroom door like this.
It seemed like forever, but Christina finally emerged from her parents’ room. Her face looked conflicted. “Well?” I nudged. She closed the door behind her and we walked into her room for privacy.
“He’s definitely screwing another woman. Their bed was all messed up, the sheets were everywhere and her clothes were in a little pile beside the bed. They’re probably in the shower together.” She shuddered at the thought and folded her arms.
“Well…I mean with everything going on right now, can you blame him?” She shot me a look of death.
“But still! In our house? In their bedroom? Oh my god…” She groaned and fell back on her bed. “And where the hell is my sister? She’s not anywhere in this house and I know she’s not out there with mom.”
“She’s definitely in the house. Her room still smelled like perfume plus her closet light was on.”
We both heard the shower stop and Chris strained to listen with her ear pressed against the wall. I was getting nervous for some reason. I pulled at her arm but she slapped me away. “I’m gonna knock on his door.” She declared defiantly.
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