by Twyla T
Later that night after Cameron and Kingston finished eating; she looked at her phone and saw that she had a message from Toya. She told Kingston to go get his sleeping clothes out while she went to run his bath water. Kingston loved bath time so he took off running and bumped into Cameron as she was opening the text message.
Toya: I just know you ain’t planning to pop up and do anything crazy at Keith’s wedding.
Cameron: WHAT?? Who said some shit like that?
Toya: One of my friends said she heard it today. She said Phebe is going crazy thinking you are going to ruin her wedding.
Cameron: I ain’t going to that damn wedding.
Toya: Don’t play Cam!! Don’t do nothing crazy!!
Cameron: I am not going to that wedding.
Toya: That doesn’t mean you won’t do anything crazy though. I know you!
Cameron: I wish them the best!!
Toya: Ok…I hear ya
It was the day before Keith’s wedding and Cameron was sick. She wished that she could just leave Malcolm and be with him, but she knew that it just wasn’t that simple. That would be a matter of choosing between life and death. After she met him on her lunch break a couple of weeks ago, he had broke up with her again that next day. She was sick of the back and forth shit and she hated him for what he was about to do. Sickness had consumed her for the past two weeks straight. Her friends and family had been constantly worried about her. Malcolm would be on his way home today or tomorrow and she wished he would just work some overtime so that she could be alone. Once again he hadn’t called, but Cameron knew his schedule. She had no idea how she would get through this weekend and she was seriously thinking about asking Malcolm to stay at work, but she knew that would only make him rush on home. Cameron’s work day didn’t help her mood either so she was so glad when it was over. Cases on top of cases had piled up and needed to be completed, but she didn’t finish any of them. She despised leaving work hanging over the weekend, but she just couldn’t pull herself together to finish anything. She promised herself that she would complete everything on Monday no matter what.
When Cameron got off work, she went and picked Kingston up and took him to McDonald’s. He had been asking to go and she felt bad for putting him off for so long, so she had to take him despite her funky mood. After he ate his food and played for a little while, they headed to her parent’s house. Cameron had asked her mom to keep him so that she could rest, but she had other plans though. She had sneakily figured out where Keith’s homeboys were having his bachelor party and she was going to make a surprise entrance. She was pissed off at him and didn’t really care to see him, but was telling herself that since she slept with him the night before her wedding she was going to make sure he slept with her the night before his. “Fuck Phebe,” she said to herself.
Cameron knew exactly what to do to get Keith’s attention. One of his homeboys was pretty cool with her and he thought that she was going to hook him up with one of her friends so he freely gave her all of the information she needed to get to Keith. She was in a hotel room a few doors down from where the bachelor party was about to take place. Figuring out a way to disarm the GPS and location tracker in her car was hard, but she had finally found the right person to take care of it. She was glad, because Malcolm would most definitely pop up if he was to get into town before she made it back home. No shit needed to jump off tonight in order for her to execute her plan. He had asked her did anything happen to her car and she figured he was talking about the tracking device so she played dumb. “I’m turning that bullshit off every single time your ass leaves,” she had said under her breath while he was asking questions. Cameron set everything up in the room just how she needed it to be to set the mood. She couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t nervous because she really had no idea how things were going to turn out. Keith might shut her out completely. She didn’t even want to think of what she might do if that was the case.
Cameron laid her outfit on the bed while the Jacuzzi filled with water. She sipped some wine and turned on some soft music. The Roscato that Toya told her to try a while back had become one of her favorites. After the water was almost where she wanted it to be, she stepped in and let her body sink down into the hot water. Tonight had to be special for her and Keith. She wasn’t planning on doing anything stupid at his wedding because she didn’t want him to hate her, but she just wanted Phebe to know a thing or two and she would. Her dumb ass is gonna marry him no matter what but she won’t ever forget about me, Cameron thought to herself.
When she got out of the Jacuzzi and dried off, she rubbed her favorite scent of body butter all over herself. She put on her red bra and thong that Keith had picked up for her from Victoria Secret and some sexy red pumps. Yeah, she was trying her best to impress him. Even though it was a hot ass night in July she put her trench coat on because Keith would know she didn’t have anything on under it. It was a little after nine o’clock, so the party should be underway already. Before walking out the door, Cameron applied some of her Ruby Woo lipstick, a touch of makeup, and the feathered mask she bought to disguise herself just a little. She didn’t have far to go at all, just a few doors down. When she made it to the room number 3615 where the bachelor party was taking place, she knocked hard enough so that they could hear over the music that was blasting. She was sure some drunk would open the door and let her in immediately, assuming she was part of the show. She was indeed a part of the show, but this would be a private show if things went according to her plan. Getting in played out just as she suspected and she walked in and spotted Keith sitting in a chair in the middle of the floor with some tramp on his lap. She noticed that he was good and drunk, just like pretty much everyone in the room. She made her way over to him and told the girl who was all over her man that she had it from there. The girl looked like she didn’t want to move, but when she noticed Cameron’s stance and sudden mood change she quickly left with no problems. Keith didn’t have a clue what was going on until Cameron unbuttoned her coat. “Yooo, what you doing?” He asked as he jumped up and pulled the coat back together so no one could see her body. “I’m just trying to give you a show,” she told him seductively while trying to move his hands and unbutton her jacket again. “If you don’t want her, I’ll take her,” one of his drunken homeboys said, not realizing that Keith would beat the fuck out of him over Cameron.
Keith grabbed Cameron and pulled her to the bathroom. “You know I don’t want these niggas looking at you. What are you doing here anyway?” He asked.
“I came to give you a public or private show. You decide which one it will be,” she answered. “I can’t just leave my party like that,” he said.
“I didn’t even show up for mine, REMEMBER!!” She said while catching an attitude. Keith tried to protest more so Cameron took her coat off and was about to head back out into the room full of men until he grabbed her. “Damn girl! You know how to act a fool at times. So since I scooped you up the night before you got married you returning the favor, huh,” he said.
“EXACTLY!! Now come on,” she said while pulling him out of the bathroom and through the crowd towards the front door. They heard a few of his homeboys hollering at him, but kept walking without looking in any other direction besides straight ahead. Cameron hoped that there was a couple of bitch-made niggas in there who snapped a couple of pictures. Some niggas are messier than females so there’s bound to be a couple in here, she thought to herself.
When they made it to the room Cameron had reserved, Keith hopped on the bed, but Cameron told him to stand up. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. “I know I don’t always say the things that are on my mind and heart, but please know that I really do love you. I know this going back and forth shit is just as draining for you as it is for me. I really don’t know how to let you go and I hate to even think about it. I just want to enjoy this last night with you,” Cameron told him. She didn’t even give him time to reply. She started kissing him while unbuttoning his pants
and then she pushed him back onto the recliner that was positioned by the window. Cameron dropped to her knees while holding onto his dick and gently massaging it. She sucked at the tip lightly, teasing him. She then pulled him deeper into her mouth. She took her hands and grabbed his ass and deep-throated him. She could feel him all the way at the back of her throat and she kept up her rotation without gagging. She sucked and sucked without using her hands. She swirled her tongue back and forth then started back sucking harder. She rotated between swirling her tongue, licking, and sucking. She was enjoying pleasuring him more than he was enjoying being pleasured, but you couldn’t tell by the loud sounds that he was making. When she knew he couldn’t take anymore she stood up and dropped her coat to the floor and ripped her thong off. She pulled him up out of the chair, pushed him down onto the bed, and sat on his face. She was in control as she moved slowly back and forth, up and down as he bit, sucked, and licked her clit. He took control when he grabbed both of her legs and flipped her over and put his face right back into her pussy. She wanted to be in control, but she had no choice but to yield to his fire ass tongue game. After she came, he sucked and licked up every drop. She tried to get away from him, but he wasn’t letting her regain control. He lay down on his back and pulled her down onto him in the position to ride him with her back facing him. He did this so that he would have more control. Every time she thought she was in control he made a move to show her otherwise. After a few minutes of her riding, he flipped her over onto her back and pushed her feet back above her head while going as deep into her as he could. She cried out in pleasure and pain. He was really going to miss her pussy so he was trying to get every drop and give her more to remember him by. He stroked her long, deep, and hard. She dug her fingernails into his back and leaned up and bit his neck. He was so into her that he didn’t even realize that she was planting passion marks all over his body. He would catch pure hell for it later, but it didn’t matter one bit at the moment. He stopped momentarily to keep from releasing right then, but that gave her the opportunity to regain the control she so desperately wanted. She arched her back, leaned up and bit his nipple, and pulled him deeper into her. She moaned his name after she released his nipple and he released every drop of cum he had stored up into her. He hadn’t had sex since the last time he was with Cameron with the intent of saving himself and building up for his wedding night. He couldn’t resist Cameron just like she couldn’t resist him. That was only round one for the night. Both of them had so much more in store for each other for what their minds said was their very last night together.
Chapter 12
Cameron wasn’t planning on staying with Keith all night, but he wouldn’t let her go. She tried several times, but he kept telling her that he didn’t want the night to end. Honestly, she didn’t either. They made love about five times, leaving them both totally drained. She made it home a little after eight o’clock the next morning and was relieved to see that Malcolm wasn’t home yet. That was one fight that she was happy to avoid. She really didn’t have much fight left in her. He did call her last night and she didn’t answer, but she texted him a story about hanging out with Toya. He must have believed it because he didn’t bother her anymore.
Although last night was very eventful, she started feeling sad and empty again after she made a few stops, then pulled up at home. It took her about fifteen minutes before she finally got out of the car. She literally had to drag one foot in front of the other just to make it inside the house. Cameron hopped straight into the shower and cried her eyes out. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. The man she truly loved was about to marry another woman. She had so many thoughts that she couldn’t even think straight. Would Malcolm really kill me if I left him? Would he be that big of a coward to kill me then kill himself? Would Keith really leave Phebe alone? Would Phebe accept him not wanting her? Could we really live happily ever after? These were questions she had asked herself a million times, but still had no solid answer. When she stepped out of the shower her phone was ringing. It was Toya calling. “Hello,” Cameron answered trying her best to sound upbeat. “Hey Cam! I was just calling to check on your wanna-be gangsta ass. How are you?” Toya said.
“I’m ok. Just got out the shower and bout to lay down,” Cameron replied.
“You just got up and took a shower only to get back in bed?” Toya asked.
“Something like that,” Cameron told her.
“Lord, I don’t even wanna know what your ass been up to. I was just calling to check on you and make sure you really aren’t planning anything crazy,” Toya said.
“I’m just chillin. I’m good,” Cameron said trying to convince herself more than Toya that she was really OK.
“OK, but listen, if you wanna do something today just let me know. I called you last night, but you didn’t answer or call me back. We can hang out and do whatever you wanna do. I know this isn’t an easy situation you’re dealing with and you don’t have to be alone,” Toya told her.
“I’m good right now, but I’ll keep that in mind,” Cameron told her while thinking that she had already used her as an excuse for last night. They chatted for a few more minutes and then hung up. Cameron lay down in bed and cried herself to sleep.
When she woke up Malcolm was shaking her and calling her name. “Wake up baby!! Wake up!!” Malcolm said to her while continuing to shake her awake. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Have you been in bed all day? It’s after two o’clock,” Malcolm kept talking. Cameron didn’t even realize she was crying. She had been dreaming about Keith and he just kept walking farther and farther away from her. He never said any words; he just had a sad look on his face as he walked away. She couldn’t even speak to Malcolm because she was crying uncontrollably. Malcolm grabbed her and comforted her the best way he knew how. He asked her for the hundredth time what was wrong and she finally lied and said she had a dream about her brother and she was missing him. She was missing him, but he wasn’t the man she was crying about while she was wrapped up in her husband’s arms. He rocked her until she went back to sleep. If he only knew he was comforting her because her true love had just married another woman at two o’clock and she couldn’t bear the pain, he would probably kill her. She would never tell him the truth.
Chapter 13
A few counties over, Phebe was a nervous wreck. She didn’t know whether she wanted to marry Keith or kill him. If she thought she could get away with murder she probably would kill both him and Cameron. She was too embarrassed to tell her friends about the envelope she received before making it to the church and also a picture of Keith leaving from what she assumed was his bachelor party last night with a woman who was wearing a mask and a trench coat. She had a feeling something was going to go wrong, but she just didn’t know what. Her friends kept asking her what was wrong and telling her this was supposed to be the happiest day of her life but she couldn’t tell them this was one of the worst days of her life. Sending that envelope to Malcolm was supposed to end all of this bullshit, but once again Cameron found a way to flip it. Phebe started thinking back to how she got so caught up in Keith and why she vowed to never leave him. It was true that she had stepped out on him a time or two, but she never fell in love with anyone else.
It was my freshman year in high school and I was super excited that I had just made the high school cheer squad. My best friend made it as well and we were beyond ecstatic that we would be cheering together. I was dating a junior who was the star of the football team and everyone in school loved him. I was planning to meet up with him later on, after my best friend and I finished celebrating. I was a little hesitant to meet him because he had been pressuring me non-stop to have sex and he seemed to be growing tired of my excuses. Sure I had sex before, but right after I lost my virginity my so-called boyfriend dumped me and I made a vow to make the next one wait. I had only been in this relationship about three weeks so I saw no need to rush into having sex.
So, after my friend and I finished chopping i
t up and celebrating, I told her that I was about to head home because it was getting dark. On the walk home, I knew I was gonna have to pass the neighborhood trap house, but everyone knew me so I wasn’t worried about it. A few moments after I passed it, a car started closing in behind me. I smiled when I looked up because my boyfriend, Derrick, was in the passenger seat. As the car slowed down, he hopped out. My smile slowly started to fade when I saw the look in his eyes and when the guy who was driving pulled to the side of the road and jumped out of the car and headed towards me. “You must have worn this skirt just for me today so I can finally get some of this pussy you been holding hostage,” Derrick said through gritted teeth. He was sloppy drunk and you could tell from a mile away. I became terrified when the other guy reached for me. I took off running, but I only made it about three or four steps before they both grabbed me. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS??” I screamed and sobbed through tears. They drug me towards a trail that was nearby and I screamed to the top of my lungs. The guy behind me hit me so hard in the face that I began to see stars. They started ripping my clothes off and I continued kicking and screaming. Derrick put his hand over my mouth and when I focused on him I noticed that he had his pants down and his ten-inch dick was hanging down between his legs. “You wouldn’t give me this pussy so I’m gonna take it. Then my homeboy gone get some from your stuck up ass too,” Derrick said. Tears were streaming down my face and I couldn’t figure out why he was doing this to me. Why they were doing this to me. His friend tried to put his little three-inch dick in my mouth and I bit it. He screamed out in pain and fell backwards. He recuperated very quickly because the next thing I knew he was beating me ferociously in the face. Just as Derrick was about to enter me, I heard a gunshot and he fell down on top of me. Blood started pouring from his head and it began to soak my clothes immediately. The guy whose dick I bit took off running, but he didn’t get far before a bullet was planted into his back.