Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway Page 5

  “Whh…attttt what you doing?” I stuttered.

  “Take your robe off!” he demanded.

  “Hell no!” He walked closer to me and yanked my robe down to my ankles. He stared at my colorful trail of flowers that started from my left breast then traveled to my vagina. On my pussy was a huge flower, and because of my tattoo my hair never grew back. So, my kitty was bald.

  He bit his lips. “Turn around!”

  I shyly followed his orders and gave him a view of this big, plump caramel ass.

  “GOT DAMN!”

  I giggled. I know that butterfly caught his ass by surprise.

  “Bend over, Cam!” This nigga was really impatient, but I did it.

  It had been a long time since I’d had sex, and looking at that chocolate Adonis made me horny as hell! I bent right over on the loveseat. A chill ran down my spine as he spread my ass cheeks. I gasped when I felt his tongue enter me. This was the first time I’d experienced oral sex. He trailed his tongue down my slit slowly teasing me. He then lightly, nibbled on my clit as he entered his finger.

  He sucked on my pussy like a newborn baby nursing. His tongue started going crazy. It felt like he was spelling the whole alphabet with it. When he got to Z, I dug my stiletto nails into the fabric of the loveseat. My legs started shaking.

  “Ohhhh myyyyyyyyy goddddddd! I’m cumming!” He stuck his finger in my ass then latched on my clit like a leech. My eyes were rolled in the back of my head. All of a sudden, my juices started spraying out. It felt like I was peeing.

  “I like that shit! You going to squirt for daddy again?” he muffled.

  He was still sucking on my sweet hole as juices continuously flowed like the Nile River. I collapsed into the loveseat. I was tired as hell.

  “We not done yet, shorty!” He pulled me up and took my spot.

  He was now sitting down. He pulled me down onto his lap, so I could straddle him. This position was very erotic. I sat on his lap as my legs spread eagle like over the arms of the chair. He lifted me up by my ass and pulled me down slowly on his shaft. I winced. That shit hurt like hell as he stretched me open.

  “Oh, fuck!” I shouted.

  “You grown, act like it and ride this dick!” He slapped me on my ass. He grabbed my left breast flicking his tongue across my nipple while his thumb swirled around the nipple on my right breast. I started working my hips in a circular motion like I did when I was a little girl hula hooping. I grabbed onto his shoulders for support, lifting up and slamming down on his dick. A groan escaped his throat as he bit his lip. I never knew a man’s fuck face could be so sexy. It made my juices flow even more.

  “You going to fuck other niggas?” he asked smacking my ass again.

  I was on the verge of cumming. I couldn’t respond because I was enjoying my third orgasm. He hugged me tightly moving me up and down. I felt that shit in my stomach. He had my ass bouncing like I was driving over potholes in Baltimore City. He was beating this pussy up so good I might get his name tatted on it!

  “Oh, you don’t hear me, huh? You can’t answer a nigga?” He lifted me up off of him and he stood up. “Lay on the couch and put your legs behind your head,” he instructed me.

  I happily obliged. He held his dick at the entrance of my pussy. He slowly teased me with it. Sticking the head in and pulling it out. I was so damn horny my pussy was clamping down on him. He damn near got stuck in it when he tried pulling it out again. My body squirmed. This motherfucker was teasing me and it was driving me crazy. He rammed his shit into me then pulled that thick motherfucker out and smacked my clit with it. It jumped. Now I was sweating like Pookie off of ‘New Jack City,’ I needed a fix and I needed it now!

  “Babyyy, please put it in!”

  He laughed. I wanted to fuck him up. He rammed it back into me and gave me the best five long strokes I’d had in my life. He pulled his dick out and smacked my clit again. I squirted all over my damn couch. I screamed like I was one of them white girls in a horror movie that was ready to get killed.

  “You going to cut that nigga off?” He asked me playing in my pussy with his fingers. I shook my head yes. “That’s what I thought. I’m dead ass serious! I don’t want to hear about him or no other nigga! You got me!” He entered me again. This time he stroked me slowly. I was the one on the edge of the couch and he was on his knees on the floor. I had my legs wrapped around him. Ms. Vajayjay sucked him in and this time he was trapped. He kissed me passionately. I pulled him into a hug and our bodies danced to a silent beat as I made love for the first time.

  We took a shower then cuddled up in bed. I laid on his chest while he played with my braids.

  “What’s going on between us now? We have feelings for each other. When you going to stop bullshitting and be my girl?”

  “We can give it a try, but you better cut them bitches off! I’ll be damned if I go through that bullshit again!”

  “Those bitches got cut off as soon as I tasted that kitty kat!” We laughed. We sat up and talked for a while until it we drifted off to sleep.

  *****

  When I woke up, he was no longer in bed with me. I heard cartoons playing out in the living room. Parker was sitting in her highchair eating Gerber baby puffs. Royal must have fed her so I could sleep longer. This man was too good to be true.

  “What’s up, shorty? You sleep well?” He winked at me and I blushed.

  He knew damn well I slept well and he was the reason for that. He got up and kissed me so deeply it reached my soul. No words needed to be exchanged. His feelings were deep for me and so were mine for him. In four whole months, I fell in love again, this was not infatuation, it was bigger than that. He was heaven sent and the bonus was that he had been in my life since I was born, even though we never took it to that level until now.

  Last night he told me how he had always wanted me, but he felt like he wasn’t ready to be in a relationship with anyone. He was busy getting his life straight and fucking other girls. He said he wanted to live his life like he wanted before he stepped to me because I deserved better than what he would have given me at the time.

  My eyes watered and I cried. I wasn’t sad, I was finally happy. My daughter was well taken care of, my bills were paid up, and I finally had peace at home. I didn’t have to worry about negative comments about my weight. My grades had improved because I was able to study without arguing with Koran all the time. I was just stress-free and this loving man was the icing on the cake. I heard how ruthless he was in the streets, but I had never saw that side of him. Long as he left that out in the streets, we had no problem.

  “I put it on you like that? Got you here crying and shit,” he wiped my eyes. I rolled my eyes at him then laughed because he was so full of himself, he knew he was the shit.

  “Boy, please you is not all that!”

  “Hell, I couldn’t tell by the way you were screaming. I had your ass hitting high notes like, Mariah Carey.”

  I pushed him. “That’s okay, the way your toes were throwing up gang signs, you were repping all kinds of sets, fuck you mean?” I waved him off and he erupted in laughter.

  “You wild as hell girl, your mouth is too much for me!” He wiped his eyes. “I’m going to holla at y’all later. I got a few things to take care of today.”

  I pouted playfully. He kissed my lips then kissed Parker’s cheeks. He handed me his black card and I declined it like always. Bad enough, he was giving me close to 5’gs a week.

  “Come the fuck on, Cam! This shit is ridiculous. I know you are on your independent shit or what not, but let your man be a fucking man,” he fussed.

  “I don’t need shit from you! You have already done enough!”

  “That’s beside the point. I want you to have nice shit. You know how the saying goes, a woman that ask for nothing, gets everything!” He paused. “Look, just take the card and go shopping. Buy anything you want, there is no limit on it. Treat you and baby girl to something nice. I’m trying to be a part of this,” he pointed at Par
ker and I. “Just go out and have a nice time. Do it for me please and take your mom with you. You know she likes shopping.”

  I took the card from him. He kissed us one more time then left out the door. My house phone rang and I answered.

  “Hello!”

  “What’s up boo,” the voice said.

  “Ewwww, who the hell is this?” This caller was creeping me the hell out.

  “Who the fuck you want it to be? That black ass nigga? It’s your baby daddy. What my daughter doing?” I hadn’t heard from him in months that I had forgotten his voice.

  “None, of your fucking business!” I snapped. “She hasn’t seen you since you left! You over there with that bitch and her kids, but can’t even spend time with your daughter! I hope you don’t think I was going to call and request that you do, when you expressed how much you didn’t want no damn kids!”

  “I’m not playing family with no bitch and her kids. I got my own fucking crib! Had it since I left that miserable ass place!” he yelled into the phone.

  “Bitch, don’t call my fucking phone no more! You one slow ass, mentally challenge motherfucker!” I yelled back.

  “You fat bitch!”

  I laughed, that shit no longer fazed me. “My man loves it!” It got quiet on the other end. “Hello?”

  “So, you really fucking that nigga now? You having that nigga around my seed and shit?” he asked.

  “Honey, that’s none of your damn business! When you walked out that door that chapter of my life closed. So, therefore, what happens in my household where I BEEN paying all the bills at, is my fucking business! So, you sit there and figure it out!”

  He sucked his teeth. “What you doing tonight?”

  “Ummm, not you!” Click! I hung up on his ass. He blew my phone up for an hour straight that I had to take it off the hook. Thank God I had my cell number changed because I knew I would be getting crazy ass text messages. He could keep sending those thousand dollar checks like he started doing this month and go on about his business.

  Koran

  I couldn’t even lie; I missed her. I would never admit it to Cam, but I still loved her. I know I had a fucked up way of showing it. I even loved her body; her thick curvaceous shape and pretty face. I knew how much potential she had, especially after I slid into her for the first time. The way her pussy gripped my dick, I had to lock her down. So, I started putting her down to lower her self-esteem. I didn’t want her looking at other niggas, so I told her no one would want her because of her size, but me. I did it so much she started believing me. I broke her down to the point that if another man came into her life, he wouldn’t last long. No guy wanted a woman with low self-esteem; the shit is a headache.

  As a young nigga growing up, I saw how my pops treated my mom. My mother was a fat, white woman and he made it a point to break her down every chance he got. My mom would wait on him hand and foot. She worshiped the ground he walked on. Maybe because he was a black man. Even after his drug addiction, she still loved his dirty drawers. I treated Cam the way my pops treated my mom, so she would stay loyal to me, just like how my mom was loyal to my pops. My pops gave my mom H.I.V. Rumor had it that he was fucking male transgendered prostitutes.

  By then, she’d had enough because one day when I came home from school, they both were dead. She shot him five times in the heart, and took herself out afterward with a bullet to her head. You would think after that happened, I would have been afraid to treat a woman like that thinking they might snap and kill me, too. That didn’t teach me nothing; it only made me want to finish what my pops had started. I wanted to prove to myself that I could achieve what he couldn’t, and that was to have a loyal bitch. I hated my pops so damn much I was still trying to compete with him, even though he was dead.

  My parents never loved me. My mom would work mad hours just to support his drug habit. The little money she had left would be for the bills and food. I went to school with holes in my shoes and little ass clothes that were busting from the seams like I was the Incredible Hulk. I was the laughing stock at school. My parents barely even talked to me. I was like a stranger in their home. When they died, I didn’t shed one damn tear. Fuck them! Sometimes I wanted to go and set their graves on fire.

  I didn’t go into the system. I went to live with my mother’s mother instead. That’s when my life completely changed and I gave up hope. I was only thirteen-years-old when my grandma started molesting me. I had already come from a dysfunctional family and then I had to turn around to that bullshit. I stayed hard when I was thirteen no matter what because I was transitioning into a young man. My grandma must have noticed too because she came into my room one night, climbed her 250 pounds on top of my 115 pound body, and raped me.

  She did it so much from that point on I just let her get her rocks off. I didn’t want to go into foster care. I heard stories about young boys getting raped by men. As sick as it sounded, I’d rather for that old trailer park bitch do it, than getting my manhood taken away from me.

  I was in the tenth grade when I met Cam, and she was in the ninth. She was sexy as hell. She was more developed than the other girls in her grade. She had round hips, a big plump ass, and a nice set of breasts that sat up with or without a bra. She was quiet with a feisty attitude. I would just sit there and stare at her the entire lunch period.

  I was fresh to death by then, no more coming to school with fucked up clothes. I made sure that old bitch kept me fresh since she was going to be taking the dick. I threatened to call C.P.S on her ass if she didn’t. That bitch went out and got three jobs. She was so busy working, I barely saw her ass. It was 2006 and I was driving a 2004 Cadillac CTS thanks to her. I had recorded her fucking me and showed her. I told her it was more of them if she didn’t get the car for me. I had that dumb bitch in the palm of my hands. I learned at an early age how to manipulate a woman.

  I remembered like it was yesterday…

  I got up from my table and approached Cam’s table. She was sitting with Jamie and Liyah. Her friends were bourgeois as hell and I couldn’t understand why she hung out with them loud mouth ghetto bitches. Cam was quieter and laid back. She didn’t seek attention like her home girls did.

  “What’s up shorty?” I asked when I approached their table.

  “Hey,” she responded shyly.

  “Can I call you sometime?”

  She blushed. “It depends on what you calling for,” she said slyly popping her gum. Liyah rolled her eyes. Right off bat I knew she was jealous of Cam. I think that was more of Jamie’s friend.

  “Ohhhh, bitch that was a good one!” Jamie slapped hands with her. I shook my head. Jamie was too damn extra.

  “I think you sexy and I’m trying talk to you. You know, get to know you,” I explained. She started checking me out. I had on a pair of black and white Jay’s, polo jeans, and my black and white striped Ralph Lauren polo shirt. She must have been feeling me because she gave me her number.

  “What’s up yo?” Kejuan asked me.

  Kejuan was the hottest nigga in school. He was the star player on the varsity basketball team. I knew he was going straight to the pros because his skills were sick. He pulled Jamie to the side and they were discussing something. I continued talking to Cam and she was a cool, down to earth chick. It was a rap after that!

  It only took a few months for Cam to give me her virginity. As soon as I popped her cherry, I started thinking of ways to manipulate her into being with only me in the near future. When she would sneak over after school, my grandma threw her so much shade it was sick. Not only was she mean to Cam, she was acting like a jealous, in love type of bitch. That was when I realized the situation was sicker than I thought. I was only 16 what could I do?

  I was accustomed to the materialistic shit since I never had nothing. I waited until I was eighteen until I made my move. I convinced my grandma to put me on her life insurance policy. I pretended that I would leave Cam alone if she did. Like a dumb ass white woman in love with a black dick, she d
id it.

  I paid a fiend a thousand bucks that I had saved up to come into our crib and trash it while we slept. Once he left, I put a bullet right in between her eyes. I called the police and told them we were robbed and they believed it. Before he left, I let him whip my ass. I told them I was trying to protect my grandma from the intruder, but I was too late. My face was fucked up for a month.

  I had gotten 300,000 dollars back from her death. I was eighteen so I could live on my own. I even ended up getting the house and turned it into a tattoo shop. My life was so fucked up that only drawing helped me escape it. I was good when it came to art. Niggas from all around come to my shop for tats. Some of my clients even flew in from different states to get them. When I started getting money, the bitches really started coming. The more they came, the more I started treating Cam like shit. I would pick an argument with her just to have an excuse to cheat.

  I did some very fucked up shit to Cam, things you wouldn’t even imagine, and I regretted all of it! She was with me when I didn’t have much, just living off my grandmother and I took her for granted. I ended up with Tashondra, because she treated me how my mother should’ve treated me. She bathed me, cooked my meals, brushed my hair, she even dressed me sometimes. Never having a mother to love me really fucked me up. If I told Tashondra to lay flowers down before I walked like they did to Eddie Murphy in ‘Coming to America’, she would’ve done it. The only thing was her pussy was garbage. Her shit was loose and dry! I was cool with it at first, but the shit had gotten old. I needed to man up and take responsibility for my actions towards Cam.

  I also loved my daughter. It was not that I didn’t want her. I didn’t want any kids because being a father scared me more than anything else. I didn’t know how to be a father because I never had a male figure in my life. My childhood fucked me up so bad that now I was a screwed up ass nigga. I stayed away for months because I went to get counseling. I didn’t want Cam to know about my childhood. I didn’t want her to think I was less of a man. I knew I couldn’t go to counseling with Cam breathing down my back.