I slowly opened my eyes as I lay still in my bed. My bed felt like I was laying on tons of cotton. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a bit, but my bed sure feels better than standing on my feet waitressing all night. Thank goodness I have no children, because I need all the sleep I can consume over the weekend. Today I don’t want to be bothered; I don’t want to hear any complaints and drama from my older sister or brother. I made sure to turn my cell phone off last night before I went to sleep. It never fails; they always seem to wait for the weekends to call me with their nonsense. The last thing I want to hear on my day of peace, is about their trifling baby daddies and baby mommas. I want to enjoy my day off without unnecessary distractions.
The house phone rang and the voicemail picked up.
“Camille, girl you know your phone turned off? Anyway this ya sister, girl I have something to tell you. It’s about Keith punk ass. Pick up yo phone.”
Camille sighed. “Screw you and Keith.” She rolled out of her bed and yanked the machine out of the wall and turned the ringer off on the phone. She knew if she didn’t her sister would keep calling.
She decided to take a shower and get dressed to start her day. She stared at herself in the mirror as she ran Shea butter through her curly auburn ‘fro. She shook her head at the sight of her pale face, she was already fair skinned but due to stress and lack of sun that just made things worse. She headed out the door because she was in dire need of sun. She began to drive towards the beach but before she could reach the beach, she seen a Caribbean festival happening. She decided to swing her car around into the nearest parking lot she could find. As she entered the festival, the delicious aroma of funnel cake, peas and rice, curry chicken, and plantains mingled around her nose. She bought a funnel cake and walked around the festivities. She saw colorful dresses hanging up, blowing in the wind waiting to be purchased, colorful purses, flags with different countries, and beautiful cultural jewelry. She decided to purchase one of the dresses and continued walking along the waterside with her funnel cake. The live band was playing the happy tunes of Soca. As she ate her funnel cake she watched the band play, a man bumped into her causing her funnel cake to crash to the ground.
“I’m so sorry…here.” His Jamaican accent sounded like music to hear ears. He reached to hand her a five dollar bill and gave her about six of the Jamaican CDs that he was selling.
Camille folded her arms and cocked her head to the side. She stared at his deep brown skin and light brown eyes. His long dreads were neatly tied back into a ponytail. “I was getting full anyway, I don’t think I need another funnel cake.” She reached slowly for the CDs, her hand slowly touching his. “I will take these however.”
The live band kept playing the awesome tunes, she looked at the sparkling water. “You want to walk with me along the waterside?”
He smiled. “You are very beautiful, you know that?” He said with his Jamaican accent.
“You are very handsome…did you know that?” She batted her eyelashes as she blushed.
The sun began to set. Crowds of people started to go towards the stage for the next performance. They walked towards the edge of the waterside where no one was near.
“You sure you want to be right here, every one is near the stage ya know. That new hot reggae artist from Philly called Teff is about to come on. You sure you want to miss out on a good show?”
His accent turned her on. She took off his bookbag and reached into his pants. “We can hear everything from here. Maybe I want to put on a show.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a condom and smiled seductively.
He licked his lips as she pulled him down on top of her. They were hidden behind the bushes where no one can see them. She hitched up her dress and pulled down her panties. He entered her slowly and she moaned with each stroke. He pulled down the straps of her sundress and sucked on her nice sized breast as he continued to stroke her. She looked into his eyes as he stroked her faster. They changed positions, this time she was on top. She rocked her hips slowly as the music in the background played. He rubbed his hands up to her breasts and caressed them as she moaned. She leaned back as she rode his dick faster, he grabbed onto her hips as she picked up the speed. He bit down on his bottom lip to keep from going crazy from her wetness.
When she climaxed he grabbed her by her waist and sat her on his face. She moaned from the warm sensation of his tongue as it massaged her clit. She rode his face fast as he tasted all her sweet juices. He grabbed her ass tight as she rode his face faster. She closed her eyes and leaned back in ectasy as she came. She rolled over onto the ground next to him with her dress hitched to her midsection. Both of them tried to catch their breath.
The crowd began to get hype as Teff performed his song “Boarding Call”. The crowd was chanting “We going up,up, up, up, final boarding call…”
“Damn I need a cigarette.” She mumbled.
“Don’t have a cigarette. But uh…” He reached into his jean pockets and pulled out a thick blunt.
“Oh you asking for a round two then.”
“Let’s fly high then.” He lit the blunt
©2011 LaVon Hayes