If I Was Your Woman 3: A BBW Camden Love Story

by Mz. Toni

  “Fuck you too! I see you trying to hide that laugh, nigga!” I snapped, faking mad.

  “I'm sorry beautiful, do you forgive me?” he asked while laughing.

  “Yes I forgive you, now go close up shop, my feet are killing me.” I watched as he walked away and couldn't help thinking about a future with a man I just met. When he finished we headed out of the club together and got into his car.

  When we pulled up, I felt butterflies in my stomach that I haven't felt in years, and instead of being excited I was nervous as hell.

  “Welcome to my home,” he said with a smile.

  “It’s beautiful, Terrence,” I exclaimed while looking around.

  “No, you're beautiful,” he said, kissing me with so much passion he had me weak in the knees. Instead of stopping the kiss when he felt my legs give out, he scooped me up into his arms and continued to kiss me.

  “What are you doing to me, Terrence?” I asked once he laid me down on his king sized bed.

  “I'm loving your body Shana, that's what I'm doing,” he said as he undressed me down to my bra and lace panties. Standing back, he turned on the light and stared at me with eyes I’d never seen before. I wasn't sure if it was lust or love, but he was burning a hole through my soul.

  “Turn the light back off,” I said, trying to cover up. I had a flat stomach, but I had earned my tiger stripes after three kids and I was always a little self conscious about them.

  “Your body is beautiful, Shana. What are you trying to hide?” he asked.

  “Damn nigga, I know you’re blind, even Stevie Wonder can see these stretch marks.”

  “Oh those,” he said playing stupid, pissing me off.

  “Either turn the light off or take me home,” I said covering my stomach.

  “I'm not doing either!” he said matching my attitude. Climbing on top of me, he kissed my eyes, nose, lips, neck and breasts until he got to my stomach and stopped.

  “You see these marks?” he asked while tracing each stretch mark with his finger, causing me to squirm.

  “These show the love you have for your children and that you carried them for nine months and allowed them to make a temporary home in your body. Although they made you bigger, hungrier and more emotional, you loved being a mother so much that you had two more. I respect that,” he said before kissing each and every stretch mark.

  He had me thinking differently about my body. While Raymond suggested I wear one pieces and constantly bought me cocoa butter, here this man was whose child I didn't carry telling me they were a badge of honor. I straddled him and kissed him like I’d kissed no one in my life, not even my ex-husband.

  “Do you have protection?” I asked. I didn't want to mess up this moment, but if he didn’t have a glove he wasn’t getting any love.

  “Yeah, on the top of the night stand,” he said smiling.

  “What the hell is so funny?”

  “You,” he said, now laughing.

  Ignoring his laugh, I put the condom on and inched myself on top of his big dick. Fuck, this shit hurt like hell, not to mention he’s way bigger than Ray. I felt like he was ripping me a new one.

  “Yo, let me get on top,” he said flipping me over and taking control. He kissed my lips hungrily, inching lower until he reached my other lips, tracing his tongue around my pussy. He had me shaking.

  “Can I taste you?” he asked in a husky voice that made me cream even more.

  “Yes!” I screamed out. After getting my answer he wasted no time ramming his tongue into my opening, causing me to scream out in ecstasy as I came quick and hard.

  “Damn, you taste good,” he mumbled as he slurped my juices up.

  “You ready for this dick?” he asked, gripping his ten inches.

  “I think so,” I said nervously.

  “You think so?” he said, climbing on top of me.

  “I need you to know,” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed his dick on my clit, causing me to squirm. Just from rubbing this nigga had me ready to explode. I don’t know what he was doing, but I knew I didn't want him to stop.

  “I'm ready!” I screamed out on the verge of cumming.

  “Naw, I don't think you ready!” he said, rubbing his dick on my clit faster.

  “Oh my God, I'm ready. I'm about to cum!” I yelled out. I couldn't take it anymore, I came hard as hell.

  “Now you ready,” he said with a smile as he slowly entered me.

  That shit hurt like hell. I dug my nails into his back as he entered me fully. Taking the D was like riding a bike because before I knew it I was taking it like a champ. We tried every position we could think of until we ended up in doggy-style position. He pounded my G-spot repeatedly until I squirted all over his dick.

  “You know you mine now, right?” he asked as he kissed my lips tenderly.

  “I don't know about all that, Terrence. I don't even know you.”

  “But yet you had sex with me?”

  “It's 2016, nigga. Sex is just an act and we are two grown adults like you said earlier.”

  “Man, you heard what the fuck I said!” he said kissing my lips again, pulling me into his body until we both fell asleep.

  ****

  “Really, so this is how you doin’ shit?” I hear a female say while I slept. Remembering where I was, I jumped up prepared to fight. While this ratchet bitch screamed and fussed, Terrence slept peacefully.

  “Terrence, wake up!” I screamed, slapping him.

  “What the fuck!” He jumped up and before I knew what was happening the unknown girl was staring down the barrel of his gun. He must have realized he wasn't in any immediate danger because he put the safety back on and let the gun fall to his side.

  “So, this is how you do me?” she asked with hurt eyes.

  “Yo, how the fuck did you get in here?”

  “I made a key and I'm glad I did or else I wouldn't have known what the fuck you been doing!” she screamed with tears in her eyes.

  “Look, good luck with whatever this is!” I said to Terrence as I went to throw my clothes on.

  “No, please don't leave baby, this girl is nobody!”

  “I'm nobody now and you calling this bitch baby?” she snapped.

  “Look little mama, I don't know what’s going on and honestly I don't care. I knew nothing about you, therefore don't direct the bullshit my way!” I snapped.

  “Yo, let me explain, Shana,” he pleaded.

  “I never told you what happened with my husband and why we divorced. What you're doing to her is what he did to me and I want no parts of this shit,” I said as I grabbed my shit and headed out the door with no destination in mind.

  “What the fuck, Shana. Stop running from shit!” he screamed behind me, causing me to jump.

  “First off, fuck you. Secondly, I ain't running, I'm walking gracefully!” I snapped, causing him to laugh.

  “Yo, chill out. Do you really think I would bring you in my crib if I had somebody?”

  “Niggas are idiots, so I wouldn’t put it past you!”

  “Check this shit though. I understand you’re upset, but that tone is pissing me off!” he snapped, turning me on.

  “You think I give a shit about what’s pissing you off?”

  “Look, come back to the house, you got me out here in my night clothes and shit,” he said, causing me to look down at what he was wearing for the first time since he walked up. He looked sexy as hell in his silk pajama pants and wife beater, but what I wasn't feeling was his dick print showing for the whole world to see. Walking back to the house, I was pissed to see that the chick was still there.

  “Leslie, come sit ya ass down!” Terrence shouted.

  “Look, I didn't mean to go off like that, I guess I was just surprised.”

  “So, is he ya man?” I asked her.

  “Answer her, am I your man?”

  “No, I’m his child's nanny.”

  “Now you can consider yourself fired. I will pay you for a couple months so you can fi
nd a job.”

  “You can't do that, Terrence. For years it’s been just you, me and Chanelle,” she said sounding crazy as hell.

  “That's the problem. It’s been just us for too long, it’s obvious you have feelings for me that I don't have for you.”

  “No, I won't go!” she said making a huge scene.

  “Don't make this harder than it already is,” he whispered, causing her to fix her clothes and prepare to leave. She no longer looked upset, but what was weird was that she showed no emotion at all as she packed her things and left.

  I didn’t have time for this Lifetime movie crazy ass stalker shit. I refused to put up with some shit that could be harmful for me or my children, so if what he said last night was true and he wanted something with me, he would have to set her ass straight.

  Chapter Three (Camille)

  "Babe, where are you?" I screamed, waiting for a response.

  "We upstairs!" he yelled back. When I walked into the bedroom we shared, I couldn't help but smile. He and our daughter were lying in bed watching Frozen looking adorable.

  "Hey my babies, did you guys have fun?"

  "Yes, we had the best time ever! We watched movies and Daddy let me dress him up and I did his nails. See mommy, look!" my two- year-old said smiling.

  "Let me see your nails, babe," I said laughing. He gave me the look of death when I asked, causing me to laugh harder.

  "Show mommy your pretty nails, daddy!" Mylee commanded. Just like I knew he would Mark raised his hands up with the fakest smile on his face.

  "Oh wow, that's gorgeous!" I said kissing all over her face.

  "Thank you, Mommy, it's not my best. Daddy’s nails are rough, but I did my best."

  "Oh hell naw, you talking about me like I ain't here!" Mark said faking mad.

  "I'm just playing, Daddy, you have beautiful nails," she said laughing.

  That’s what I loved about Mark. He took being a father so seriously he would do anything for me and his child. It always shocked me how he could beat a nigga bloody and come home and have a tea party with Mylee. I knew my man lived a rough life, but he never brought that shit home to his family and I respected him for that.

  “Go make sure you have everything you need to go to Nana’s house.”

  “I don't have to bring anything there, Mommy,” she sassed. I swear, this girl was me to the tee and she pissed me off most days and she was only two.

  “Okay, so I guess that means you don't need your Frozen blanket, huh?” I asked, knowing she couldn't go to sleep without it.

  “Oh, I forgot my blanket!” she said running out of the room causing me and Mark to laugh.

  “That girl will be the cause of my gray hairs,” I said laughing.

  “She’s you, mama. Don't be mad, embrace it,” he said kissing my lips.

  “I missed you so much babe!” I said straddling his lap.

  After ladies night we were so wasted we ended up crashing at my mom's house, so I hadn’t seen my man and my baby in almost 24 hours. That shit wasn't cool.

  “I missed you too. Did you have fun?” he asked while rubbing my back.

  “Yeah, it was fun. We got wasted, but guess who Shana ran into?” I asked.

  “Who?”

  “Angel’s grimey ass!” I said, getting mad all over again. I wasn't mad at Mark anymore. It's been years and we’ve gotten past it, but I still wanted to lay hands on that trick.

  “Where the fuck she see her ass at? I see she got balls now.”

  “Yeah, but Shana said she didn't look like she was doing well at all.”

  “That's why I didn't put my hands on that hoe like I wanted to because I knew karma would get that trick,” he said pissed off.

  “Well, we ain't worried about her, we should thank her because these past few years have been filled with nothing but happiness and love. The lie she told made us stronger,” I said kissing his neck.

  “Yo, don't start no shit you can't finish,” he said with lust.

  “Who said I can't finish it?”

  “You know Mylee gonna come running in here any minute with her cock blocking ass,” he said laughing and I couldn't help but laugh too.

  It seemed like whenever we were about to have sex, hell, sometimes when we were just thinking about sex, our daughter would bust in the room or knock on the door at that precise moment. That didn't stop us from getting it in every chance we got, and it definitely wasn't stopping us now. I can't stand how chicks make it seem like they fucking twenty-four seven with a toddler, that shit is not possible. I make sure I get some at least once a day and half the time she’s trying to cock block.

  “You right, babe. My bad for being a tease,” I said laughing.

  “Yeah whatever, get ya heavy ass off my lap.”

  “Boy bye, you wish this ass was heavy!” I said punching his ass.

  “What I tell you about your fucking hands?” he yelled, scooping me up and tossing me on the bed.

  “I'm sorry Mark, damn!”

  “You ain't sorry!” he said, walking into the bathroom.

  “Mark, what are you in there doing? I’m sorry.” To say I was terrified was an understatement. The last time I hit Mark he left a hickey on my neck so big I was embarrassed to leave the house. Walking back into the bedroom, I saw he had something behind his back, but I couldn't see what it was.

  “What's that?” I asked, backing away from him.

  “I told you about your fucking hands did I not?”

  “You did.”

  “How long we been together, Camille?”

  “What the fuck Mark, stop playing!”

  “I asked you a question, Camille!” He was pissed and I knew it. Every time he called me by my birth name I knew he was livid. Before I could answer, our daughter came into the room excited. Yes, I was saved by the Mylee.

  “I'm ready!” she said.

  “Come here MyMy,” Mark said.

  “Yes daddy?” our daughter answered innocently. As he continued to talk, Sparkle walked into the room and stared at both of us, not picking a side.

  “Guess what mommy did?”

  “What her did, daddy?” Mylee asked.

  “She hit your daddy!”

  “Why did she hit you?” Sparkle asked.

  “That don't matter,” Mark said with a smirk.

  “He called me fat, Sparkle!”

  “Daddy, you can't be calling us ladies fat,” Sparkle said shaking her head.

  “If you ain't with me Sparkle then you're against me!” he said with a serious tone.

  “Well, girls rule so do what you gotta do,” she said laughing.

  “Tell mommy why she shouldn’t hit me,” Mark said to Mylee.

  “Mommy, daddy a boy and he no hit girl so you no hit him!” my daughter chastised.

  This wasn’t the first time I had hit him. Joking or not, he didn't tolerate me hitting him and I knew it. But, he also knew that I’d gained a little weight over the last few months and I didn't appreciate him making fun of it.

  “I know baby, I told daddy sorry but he still won't forgive me.”

  “What did I say we would do the next time mommy hit me?” he asked my daughter as me and Sparkle stood there looking confused.

  “Oh yay, can I go get mine?” she asked, excited.

  “Yes. It's in the bathroom under the sink,” he answered nonchalantly. My daughter ran into our bathroom and closed the door. They were pissing me off right now with the sneaky shit.

  “Turn around, Sparkle!”

  “Why I gotta turn around? I didn't hit you,” she pouted.

  “You chose ya mom side, so turn that ass around!” he said. Rolling her eyes, Sparkle turned around. She had no choice but to do what he said, but I did.

  “Turn around, Camille!” he screamed.

  “Hell naw, I ain't turning my back on you. I didn't even hit you hard now you acting all weird and shit.”

  “You put your fucking hands on me. We’ve been together for 11 years so I'm positive
you know how a nigga feel about that shit so shut up and turn around!”

  He was right, and I knew he would never seriously hurt me, so I went against my better judgment and I turned around only to feel something wet hit my back. I turned around to two super soakers aimed at me and I couldn't help the smile that formed. Mark was a fucking play fiend so I should've known he had some dumb shit up his sleeve.

  “Mark, I swear you better lower that shit, don’t wet my hair!” I screamed.

  “You are in no position to make demands!” he said with a smirk.

  “Mylee, I’ma beat your little ass if you wet me!” I said looking at my traitor daughter.

  “Mommy hit daddy and you have to pay,” her little ass had the nerve to say with a serious face.

  Before I could even reply they squirted us all over with no mercy and Mark’s ass was purposely aiming for my hair. I dived across the bed to get out of their aims and crawled under the bed. They wet us for twenty minutes. By the time they finished my hair was ruined, my clothes were soaked and I was out of breath.

  “Y’all can come out, we ran out of water,” he said laughing hard as hell. To say I was pissed would be an understatement. I couldn't believe they would do some shit like this.

  “You all wet,” my daughter said laughing along with her dumb ass daddy. To make matters worse, he had snapped pictures of us that I was sure he would post on Facebook and Instagram.

  “It's cool, lesson learned,” I said, hiding my anger.

  “This ain't right, how y'all gonna wet me when I ain't do nothing!” Sparkle snapped.

  “You chose your side so don't be mad,” he said laughing.

  “Whatever!” Sparkle said before walking out.

  “You clean this mess up and get changed and I will drop MyMy off at your moms,” he said kissing my forehead and walking out of the room.

  I watched as he grabbed her bag and prepared to leave all with a smirk on his ugly face. I didn't say shit, I just continued to mop up the mess they had made. When I heard them about to leave I ran into the kitchen and got the biggest bucket I could find and filled it up with cold water. Calling Sparkle to come help me lift the bucket, we rushed over to our balcony. I hoped we didn't miss them. His car was still in the driveway and I couldn't hide the smirk that appeared on my face.