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Between a Rock & a Hard Place Ch. 01

By: MimiRose



Author's Note: This is another short story that I've written. With this story, I wrote this one back in 2010 and I pretty much left it alone. Today, during a session of "spring cleaning", I had found this story on one of my old, unused floppy disks. Rather than let the story go to waste, I decided to submit it.

If you like to leave a comment, please do. I really appreciate it.

This story has heavy adult language and sexual language, as well as, strong sexual content. There was also a derogatory term that was used in this story as well. 

---------------------------------------------------- ~oMRo~ -----------------------------------------------------

"SSSLLAAMMM!!!"

"Sssshhhmmmmmgggrrrrrrrmmmm..."

Camilla Darling didn't know which noise was the culprit for yanking her from out of her slumber. She figured that it had to be either the sound of her bedroom's door slamming shut or the growl of contentment that was emitted from Elias as he settled into her bed. The faint but pungent odors of liquor and tobacco still clung to his clothes. 

'That's great,' she sarcastically said to herself as she stared into the blanket of darkness that covered her bedroom. 

Camilla turned her attention to the only source of electricity that was running her room. Her eyes glanced at the alarm clock that was six inches away from her bedside, on her nightstand. With a bright green font, the numbers read 3:23am. Her brain reminded her that the alarm clock was set to wake her up at 5:00am. Knowing that she had less than two hours of sleep made her sense of irritation rise quickly. She released a grunt into her toned, left forearm and then gently bit in her flesh, an act to display her annoyance. Her jaw loosened its grip on her appendage and she rolled onto her back. She gazed into the darkened air for a few seconds before she turned her focus to the bedroom's sole window. As she stared at the wool curtain, she realized that she was no longer tired.

'That's just fucking great,' her mind grumbled.

~oMRo~

"You look like shit," her co-worker and best friend, Laney, complained. 

"Why thank you for noticing and here I thought it would go totally unnoticed today," Camilla said in a low mumble, as she accepted her mug of steaming hot Sanka coffee. The two women were hanging out in their workplace's canteen area. Both women had arrived to work an hour prior to their shifts. 

"Rough night?" her friend inquired.

"Mmm-hmm," Camilla groaned, "well, it was more like it was a rough morning."

Camilla, then, proceeded to explain the events that occurred during the prior evening. She started her tale with the explanation about the unexpected party that occurred, by the time she had arrived home from work. It was a "pre-party function", a "small" gathering of twenty people that was thrown by her two housemates, Elias and his live-in girlfriend Katerina. The pre-party was a typical thing to 'get them in the mood' for the night's festivities, which was club-hopping. Sixteen minutes later, she ended her story with an explanation about her early morning visit from her house-mate. 

As a response, Laney just groaned and shook her head, in disapproval while she sipped from her cup of coffee.

"Cammy, sweetie, I am going to repeat the same shit that I told you before: that motherfucker thinks he's slick with his shit! I don't care how much liquor he drinks, a man cannot be that drunk enough to go into another person's room and lay up in their bed while the person is still in it! And then, he does this shit repeatedly? Come on, girl, don't fall for it! God, he is just trying to get into your panties! He's probably tired of sampling that skinny, Pixie Stick that he's fucking and now wants to get a taste of the big clump of brown sugar that's sleeping in the room that's a few doors down!" 

At the unexpected crack, Camilla snorted and had to spit her sample of coffee out of her mouth, before going into a fit of giggles. 

Once her laughter had died down, she said "Girl, please, Elias is not interested in me! From what I've seen, he is just like every other white man that I know. He likes his women to be white, skinny like a pre-teen boy, big tits, no ass and blonde hair. He, pretty much, is dating that prototype right now."

"Speaking of whom, what does the ole' lady has to say about her boyfriend's lack of sense of direction? Cuz, if it was my man, that nigga would be gone, especially with that lame ass routine—

"It is not a routine," Camilla squealed in a whine.

"Whatever and answer my question, heifer!"

"She...does...not know," Camilla confessed, reluctantly.

Laney's eyes bulged while her lips formed an 'O' shape. Her oblong-shaped face developed a blush that made her toffee-colored skin turned into a deep shade of pink. "Oooh, I knew it..." Laney clapped her hands once and then pointed her left index finger at her friend. "... Ole' Boy is definitely trying to get a taste of your chocolate-chip cookie!"

Camilla shook her head, as a reply. "No, he's not. And if he would try to do anything to me, I'll beat his ass so bad that I'll beat the white off of him," Camilla warned.

"Well, he's trying to tap your ass, so you should consider it even," Laney joked.

Camilla rolled up a napkin that was on the table and threw it at her friend. The duo laughed. Once the laughter died down, Laney asked, "So how many times has Drunk Boy come into your room?"

"Today would make it the seventh time."

"Boy thinks he is so slick," Laney mumbled, after she had taken a sip of coffee. "Did you wake him up this morning or did you leave him alone, so he can cuddle up to your Teddy Ruxpin?" she joked. 

Camilla's full lips formed a wide smile as she gently shook her head. "No, I woke his ass up before I left this morning."

"What was his reaction from this morning?"

~oMRo~

"Come on, E, get your ass up," Camilla said to him, as she nudged his knee with her foot. She didn't have enough time this morning to waste. The time was 6:03am and she had to be gone by 6:15am. She would've woken up at 5:00am, but she kept hitting the 'snooze' button that was a part of her clock. It was 5:39am, when she decided to get up and prepare for the day. After taking a ten-minute shower, washing her face and then brushing her teeth, she had resumed her morning rituals. Fourteen minutes later, she was already dressed in her business attire and her hair was already styled to perfection. All she had to figure out was what type of shoes that she was going to wear today. 

"Uuugggghhh," she heard growled into the goose feathered-down pillow that her housemate was resting his head on. "Leave me alone," he growled in a raspy voice. The seriousness in his baritone voice would've made Freddy Kruger and Michael Meyers quake in their boots. Camilla, however, was far from being afraid, especially when the person kept her from showing up to her job on time. 

"No, I won't leave you alone! Now, get up and take your drunk ass back to your room! I need to make my bed and I can't do it with you laying in it! Now, get up!" 

Then, she gave him a harsh slap on the ass with her hand. Elias lifted his head off of the pillow and set his eyes upon Camilla, who stood at the side of the bed. The five feet-eight inched tall beauty noticed the look of animosity that he gave her. She knew that if he was capable of murdering her just by staring at her, she would've dropped dead right there. If she wasn't threatened by the possibility of being late to work, Camilla would've gave a damn.

"Good, you're awake. Now, get up," she said sweetly and with a smile. She went back to the task at hand: trying to figure out which pair of shoes to wear with her outfit. 

"Go with the heels. The black, leather ones that are real high," Elias suggested, a few minutes after he woke up. 

'Mmm?' she thought, after she heard his suggestion. 

She turned away from her closet and its contents to stare at her landlord. He sat at the foot of her bed as he slipped his sock-adorned feet into his black sneakers. She noticed that there was a menthol cigarette perched in between his lips. She felt her facial features form a grimace. 

"Why the heels?" she asked him.

"Cuz, they make your ass and tits stick out more," he reasoned, with a smirk on his lips and the cigarette still hanging from out of his mouth. 

Camilla gave a snort in disgust. Despite finding his reasoning disgusting, she had taken his advice. She stepped into her walk-in closet to fetch the suggested shoes. 

"Ugh, men..." she groaned as she walked out of the small room. She entered her bedroom and stared at Elias, who tossed a metal lighter between his hands. She pointed her finger at him. "...and do not even dare light up that cigarette in my room," she said as she dropped her shoes on the polished, hardwood floor. She arranged the items in a neat formation before she slipped her right foot into the right shoe. When a part of the shoe had folded into the heel, she bent over to fix it.

"Well, that is why you women love us," she heard Elias say to her. 

Then she heard the springs in her bed groaned a second before she felt a bomb of pain erupt in her round ass, as well as, heard the harsh sound of skin slapping skin. 

"OH-AAAHH!" she loudly squealed as she stumbled towards the closet's door. Before the crown of her head could slam into the wooden plank, her hands blocked the collision. 'What-the-fuck...?' she thought as she stood upright. 'He. Just. Slapped. Me. On the ass!' She made a glance around her bedroom in hopes of seeing the man-child that she called her house-mate. But she was alone in her bedroom. 'Asshole,' her brain muttered.

~oMRo~

Camilla didn't tell Laney about Elias' ass-slap as he exited the room, but told her the rest of the event. 

"Why don't you put a lock on your door? I'm sure having one there will keep him out of there," Laney suggested. 

Camilla let out a grunt and briefly pointed at her best friend, as if she said 'You have a point'. "I've thought of that already, Laney. In fact, I had bought a deadbolt for my room, four weeks ago. I had called my brother to put the lock on the door and he was going to do it, but Elias' bitchy girlfriend told me that I couldn't do it. Then she proceeded to threaten me with an eviction notice, if I did put a lock on the door..."

Camilla remembered the conversation very well. In fact, she felt as if she had re-lived the moment as she spoke. She even felt the same amount of anger that she experienced on that day. 

"...She said it would be on the grounds of destroying her property! Her property, as if that house belongs to her! Can you believe that shit? I was tempted to tell her right then and there that I wanted to use the lock to keep her fucking boyfriend out of my bedroom!"

Laney giggled. "And then your ass would've definitely been out of that house!" Laney joked. "Did she tell you why she doesn't want a lock on your bedroom door?" she asked before she took another sip of her coffee. "You would think that she wouldn't disagree with the idea, especially since they love to throw house parties. What would happen if one her guest decides to walk up into your room and steal some of your shit? What would she say then?"

Camilla shrugged her shoulders. "Chances are, the bitch would probably tell me that I am lying and then try to evict me from the house..." Her nimble fingers picked up the thin, red drinking straw that lain on the table. Her fingers fiddled with the plastic straw. She proceeded to recall the moment of when she had the conversation with Katerina. "She told me that she doesn't want a lock on the door because the door is very valuable..." Camilla tilted her face towards the ceiling and she fluttered her eyelids. In a soft, but over-exaggerated voice, she stated, "... She claims that the doors in the house was made in Morocco and it was carved from trees that were planted on a king's property..." Her face formed a grimaced while her shoulders performed a brusque shrug. "...or some shit like that. I don't know. Plus, she said that the door knobs were once used in the Romanov palace, back when they had czars and shit. So she doesn't want the doors scratched up by the nails and whatnot. Can you believe that shit?" Camilla explained.

Laney laughed. "Tell her to take one of those door knobs and shove it up her ass. I couldn't have been in your situation, Camilla. If I was you, I would've been like, 'Bitch please, you know you got that shit from fucking Home Depot!' What is wrong with your roommate's girl? Is she trying to be another Martha Stewart or something?" Laney chuckled, before placing a sympathetic pat on Camilla's playful fingers. "Girl, you are in a tough spot. Your landlord, who happens to be one of your housemates, wants to fuck you and his girlfriend doesn't know about it. You can easily solve this problem by placing a lock on your door, but you can't, because your ass will get evicted. You can also solve your problem by telling his girlfriend the truth. But then, you will definitely be thrown out of the house, if you do. Damn girl, you are stuck between a rock and a hard place," Laney concluded. 

"Yeah," grumbled Camilla, feeling more like a pile of shit.

"Girl, I really wish that I could help you out right now. But that apartment over the old carriage house is not habitable because of some mold. I wish that I could find someone to remove it A.S.A.P., but every place that I've called cannot send someone until next January," explained Laney.

"It's alright, Laney. I'll be fine."

"Aww," Laney groaned. "What about moving back in with your parents? I'm pretty sure that your parents would allow you to move back in and save..." Laney's voice had come to an abrupt halt, when she noticed the expression of disbelief that was on her Camilla's face. "What?" she asked.

"If I were to move into my parents' house, I wouldn't be able to leave," explained Camilla. "You know that my parents are very religious. But what you don't know is that they are also very money-hungry as well. They would expect me to turn over more than half of every paycheck to them. If I do that, I won't be able to save up money for an apartment. And then, they would expect me to take care of my grandparents and my sister, whenever and wherever. And don't forget about the three foster kids—

"I thought that they only had one kid this time?" 

Camilla shook her head. "This time ACS has given them a three siblings: two girls and one boy to take care of. My parents are thrilled about that because it means that their monthly checks will be more money."

Laney shook her head while her face held a mask of contempt. "It's a damn shame that they are using those kids like that."

"I know," Camilla softly said to her friend. "Like I said before, if I was going to stay there, I am going to be taken care of my sister, those kids and looking after my grandparents, when my parents don't feel like it. I know for a fact that I will be their home health aide on the weekends and whenever I have a day off. So, yeah, I am not moving back into my parents' house."

Laney groaned and then became quiet, as well as, Camilla. Each woman was wading through their thoughts while the canteen was filled with the soft humming that came from the soda machine. 

A few minutes had flew by before Laney had spoken again. "Shit, if I was in your shoes, you know what I would do, right?"

Camilla smirked and then scoffed. "What: fuck him, tell his girlfriend about it with graphic details and then chuck the deuces and move out?" 

"Damn girl, you really do know me!" Laney said to her, feeling genuinely pleased and impressed. Camilla laughed. Then, Laney said to her, "I would definitely fuck him, in a heartbeat. You know, if I wasn't gay... and the idea of having a man touch me didn't repulse me."

"Really? You think Elias is cute?" Camilla asked her friend, with her cute face scrunched up. "I think he looks like a buffed-up version of Napoleon Dynamite." 

Laney gave her home-girl a pat on the shoulder. "No, he doesn't," Laney chuckled. "He's a cutie pie. I think Penny knows that I think he is cute because the entire time she and the rest of the Super Dykes were moving your furniture in the house, she would occasionally make sure that I was with you at all times." They laughed. "Girl, Elias is fine! You just don't see it yet..."

Camilla tossed her best friend a nasty look. Laney simply smiled in response.

"...I think you're going to come to your senses when he's eating out your cootchie like it is a free buffet meal---

Camilla's face formed a grimace. "Ewww, shut up Laney!"

Laney cackled. Her boisterous chuckle bounced off of the nearly-empty, cafeteria's walls in the form of echoes. "I bet you that you won't be thinking of his ass as being Napoleon Dynamite then. Plus, he has money, girl!" her co-worker reasoned. "However..." she said before taking a sip of coffee, "... he ain't doing shit with his life and that money will run out eventually. Can you imagine what's going to happen to him then? Oh, it's going to be terrible, the poor thing." 

Camilla laughed once again. 

~oMRo~

"I really have to move out of this place," Camilla said to her reflection.

She was finger-combing at her short, straightened hair while making sure it didn't lose its luster. She just showered and was preparing for her bedtime. She just moisturized her 5'8 frame with lotion, slipped into a pair of lace French-cut bikini briefs and into lilac-colored cotton, baby-doll nightgown. Now, she was busy talking to herself as she stared into the floor-length mirror that stood tall in front of her bed. Under normal circumstances, Camilla would consider herself to be crazy for talking to herself, but these weren't normal circumstances. Hell, she couldn't even hear her voice, thanks to the loud music that was playing on the first level of the house. 

A few hours after leaving her job, where she worked as a 911 operator, Camilla was a yard away from her house, when she noticed the signs of a house party: people loitering around the property, random cars parked in the driveway and in front of the house. Every light inside of the house was lit. Then there was the music; it was loud and it was abrasive to her sense of hearing. Standing outside, she felt like making a U-turn and going back to her office, where she would make a pallet on the floor and make it work for her.

After pushing her way through crowds of people, in order to get into her home, she had to trudge through another mob of guests. A simple, ten-minute trip to her bedroom lasted an arduous, twenty-eight minutes. Once inside of her bedroom, she had to kick some of Elias' and Katerina's guests out of her bedroom. Afterwards, she had spent several minutes surveying her bedroom to make sure that the interlopers didn't steal anything. Once her investigation was over, she prepared for bed. She had to finagle her way into the second floor's only bathroom, in order to take a ten-minute shower. After her shower was over, she made a quick voyage to her bedroom. She was now ready for bed. 

Camilla was about to turn off her nightstand lamp, when a reminder had popped into her head. She leapt out of her king-sized bed and made her way over to her walk-in closet, where she produced a large wooden trunk. She dragged the trunk to the back of her door and pushed it against the door, so it can serve as a temporary barricade. 

"Now, let's see if he can get in here now," she said to herself. 

Once Camilla settled back in her bed, her mind wondered about Laney's theory. She knew that it was Laney's lascivious theory that served as the inspiration behind her recent action of placing a barricade in front of her bedroom's door. Minutes had gone by, when the inquiry of 'Does he really want to have sex with me?' popped up in her mind.


Between a Rock & a Hard Place Ch. 01



She thought back to the previous times that he drunkenly wandered into her bedroom. The first time happened a few days after she moved into the small castle of a house. She remembered Katerina and Elias had gone out bar-hopping that night, which meant that Camilla had the house to herself for a few hours. Later on that night, when Elias had entered her bedroom, drunk and disoriented. At the first moment of intrusion, Camilla was surprised and frightened. The next morning, Elias was remorseful and promised it wouldn't happen again. The second incident happened six days later. The third incident was two months later, after the second event and the fourth incident occurred eight days after the third one. By the time the fifth time had occurred, Camilla was living in the house for about three months. She wasn't so frightened of him anymore, ever since she knew his habits, which was to sleep on the left side of her bed. However, she was still leery of his behavior. The sixth time Elias had stumbled into her bedroom as she was changing into her pajamas and then collapsed onto her bed. When, she figured out that he was out cold, she finished dressing, before nonchalantly taking off his shoes and tossing a blanket over him. 

'What the fuck?' her mind spoke, as the veil of slumber was lifted. 

Camilla remembered what she was doing before falling to sleep last night, which was recalling all of Elias' late-night encounters.

The purring was what woke up from her sleep. Then she looked across the bedroom to find that her temporary barricade was pushed to the side, as if it was a sheet of paper that was carelessly dropped to the floor. Her ears had picked up silence, which was a tell-tale sign that the party was over. She didn't hear the music or the chatter of people. The only things she heard were the sounds of the crickets chirping outside of her bedroom window and the soft snoring of Elias, who was sleeping behind her while cradling her in his massive arms. She checked the time; it was a few minutes after four in the morning. She knew that now she had about an hour left of valuable sleep time, before she had to get up and get ready for work. 

'Let me go back to sleep,' she thought as she settled into a more comfortable position. 

As she wiggled her hips, in an effort to get comfortable, her butt inadvertently rubbed against Elias' groin area. The swivel of her hips came to a halt, when she simultaneously heard a guttural groan from him, as well as, felt his morning wood press up against her ass. She gasped in shock. A few seconds later, she squealed when she felt his hand reached under the bed linen and grab a hold of her left breast. Her hand shot up to the offending limb and proceeded to pry it off of her. Once her hand pulled at his hand, his groin grinded itself into her bottom. A groan was released from him and she felt it vibrate through her frame.

"Lay still," he grunted and she stilled herself. 

'Was he talking to me? Or is he talking in his sleep?' she whispered to herself. 'There's only one way to find out,' her mind reasoned. 

Camilla slightly turned her head and said softly, "Elias, are you awake?" She was met with silence, so she asked the question again and received the same answer.

'He's asleep,' she concluded. She thought about her new predicament. 'Oh boy'.

A moan was the sound that pulled her away from a very good dream that she was having. In her dream, she was a queen of her own tribe and was now a prisoner of war. She was also the personal concubine of a powerful warlord from an enemy tribe. She was pulled away from the juiciest part of her dream, which involved Camilla being bound to a tree and enduring the pleasurable experience of having her pussy stroked by her new owner. Coincidentally, her captor bared a resemblance to a hot male, co-worker. 

Camilla heard another gasp and felt it leave from her very own lips. Before she could formulate a reason, a tremor of physical stimulation had floated through her body. The sensation was created in her nipples and floated down to the heated core that were in between her legs. Her hands sought out the pleasure's place of origin and discovered another hand that was there. Then she remembered about Elias' hand. Now, it had gotten a hold of bare flesh and was taking advantage of the new discovery. Camilla felt Elias' long and thick fingers caressed and kneaded at the ample flesh. Then, his fingers would pinch and then pull at her nipple. Another moan had slipped out of Camilla, but she was able to bite down on the tail end of it. His nimble fingers played with her tit and caused a slow throb to accumulate down in her cunt, a sensation which intensified with every passing second. 

'Girl, I think for you to put an end to this before you do something stupid,' her conscience warned. 

With a bit of reluctance, she allowed her hand to reach up and take a light grip against his wrist. Camilla pried his hand off of her breast. She immediately detected how quickly his hand's warmth eroded from her molested breast. She ended up placing his hand in the space that was in between their bodies. Once his hand was away from her, she quickly sat up in her bed and fixed the top half of her nightgown. As she organized her nightwear, she noticed that her hands trembled and her skin buzzed. After her breast was covered, she leaned up against her bed's headboard. She gazed into the dimmed, natural light that covered her room.

'Ooh shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-shit...,' she thought, as she exhaled and inhaled clumps of air.

Her eyes taken a glance at the time and then they gazed over to her bed partner. Dressed in only a pair of dark colored jeans, a pair of cotton socks and a knitted cap on his head, Elias was asleep while resting on the right side of his body. Camilla took notice of how light his skin was, when she compared it to her flesh's hue. He was so pale that she could view the blue veins that were hidden underneath the flesh of his arms. Her eyes scanned the muscles that were in his arms, chest, abdominals and his shoulders. She noticed that his jeans were hanging low on his hips and how it revealed the 'Adonis belt' of the lower part of his torso. Her eyes trail along the indentation and their journey come to an end when it hit his jeans' waistband. She stared at the brass button his pants before traveling down to the flap that covered the zipper and trailing further down until she spotted a thick bulge. Her eyes widened in surprise, as well as, in amusement. The lump started in the center of his groin area and spanned across his pelvis and stopped a few inches before it struck his left hip bone. She felt her fingers itch, a plea to give into her curiosity. 

'Holy shit,' she murmured to herself while in shock. 'I... Oh shit!' 

To avoid temptation any further, she gazed at his face. With his facial features, Camilla thought Elias' face shouldn't have gone with his body. His face possessed some softness that most men possess when they were children. She believed it was as if he was stuck in the cusp that was between boyhood and manhood. His cheeks, deeply cleft chin and jaw line was free from any hair. His lips were created in the shape of a pout; a thin bottom lip with a full top one that had a cupid bow shape to it. Elias, Camilla thought, had the type of lips that women would spend thousands of dollars for. Her eyes stared at the masculine nose and resisted the urge to rub her fingers down the bridge of it. Suddenly, her mind replayed a memory to her.

"... Elias is fine! You just don't see it yet. I think it going to come to you when he's eating out your cootchie like it is a free buffet meal---..."

"Oh God," Camilla groaned before slapping her palm across her forehead, "Now, I think he's cute," she whispered to herself. She groaned in disappointment and bowed her head. Simultaneously, her alarm clock began to ring.

~oMRo~

Four Months Later

"Come on, girl, just come on out and hang out with us," Laney pleaded to Camilla.

"Hell no, Laney, I am not going to be your little match-making puppet!"

"Cammy, come on, just meet him please! He is a great guy" Laney reasoned, her voice slightly echoing from the speakerphone.

"If he is such a great guy, then why are you trying to hook him up with me and not one of your trifling friends who always complaining about not finding a good man?" Camilla inquired.

She was standing in front of her mirror, in her bedroom. Her fingers lightly grazed her hair as she stared at her reflection. She was already dressed and ready to go, but she wanted to prank Laney before leaving. 

"Because those no-good bitches don't deserve a good man," countered Laney. Camilla laughed, finding her friend's honesty hilarious. "So, are you coming out and hanging with us tonight?"

"If I go out tonight, what am I going to wear?" she pouted, as she sprayed her favorite perfume Burberry on herself. 

"Um... wear that red dress that you wore to the Sade concert from last year," Laney suggested. Camilla smirked, because it was the dress that she was wearing at that moment. "It's perfect for this evening. And plus, Buster is going to love it."

'I know this bitch did not say that his name was Buster,' Camilla thought as slipped a pair of earrings in her ears. "Buster? Please tell me that his name is not Buster?" Camilla giggled.

"Yes, bitch, his name is Buster and before you start to go into a conniption fit about his name, Buster is a common name, all right?"

"For whom, Laney?" Camilla inquired, as she made the decision of not wearing a pair of gold, metallic high-heeled sandals. She chose another pair instead. "If we're talking about rappers and for children's shoe stores, yes. But for grown-ass men? No," she said as she slipped on her shoes. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever bitch, so are you coming or what?"

"Yes, I'll be there in a few," Camilla informed her friend.

"Well, good, and I hope Buster will get your mind off of Elias, because your ass need to be focusing on another man, especially with one that you actually have a shot with."

"Ouch, bitch," Camilla said, sarcastically, "That shit hurts."

"Sorry, but it's the truth."

It's been four months since the fondling incident that occurred in Camilla's bedroom, on that weekday morning. Since then, Camilla has been suffering from an infatuation on Elias. It started out in an un-detecting manner, like the ignition of a small fire in a forest. First, she would make a series of glances at him, whenever they were in the same room. Her eyes would take quick glimpses at him while he would be distracted by something else. Whenever they would have conversations and her dark brown eyes would make contact with his brown eyes, her belly would quiver and she would feel extremely flushed. After a couple of weeks had gone by, the simmering had turned into a full flame. Now Camilla would go out of her way, just to see Elias. Whenever there was a party, Camilla would sit through hours of listening to shitty dance remixes and witnessing people acting like buffoons, just so she could speak and spend time with him. It was because of these moments, the flame that was her infatuation grew brighter and stronger. It was through their conversations, she learned that they have a lot in common. Her opinions about him had changed. Six months prior, Camilla thought he was just a pampered, rich boy who loved to party. After hearing stories about snippets from his life and other things that allowed his personality to shine through, Camilla grew smitten.

Whenever Elias would touch her, whether if it was an accidental brush of skin with skin or a friendly hug, her body felt like there was an electric current running it. There would be goose-pimples, the fine strands of hair on her arms would rise, her breathing would become shallow and her arousal would cause her body to heat up. Then there were the times, when they were stand in close proximity within each other. During those moments, Camilla's flesh-flushing, electricity would intensify. Her fingers would crave to grab a hold of him or to touch him, during those moments. Camilla loved the feeling. Plus, the fact that he was now single just added to her infatuation with him. Knowing that she had a crush on her housemate was embarrassing for her, but knowing the fact that Laney knew that it was going to happen made her feel even worse. 

And, of course, Laney had to rub it in with every chance that she received.

~oMRo~

The 'double date/blind date/group outing' with Buster was a complete and total bust. The guy that Laney had set her up with was a nice guy, but Camilla didn't feel a connection with the man. She wasn't attracted to Buster, even though he was a physically handsome man. He possessed what Camilla liked to call the 'Fine Brotha Qualities of Good Looks': a pair of deep dimples, flawless skin, a nice body and a gorgeous smile. During the dinner portion of their date, Camilla spotted a few women giving him eye-fucks throughout the time. But she wasn't one of them. Even after downing three gin and tonics and two glasses of Hennessey, as well as, being an audience member for half of the Maxwell concert, nothing could persuade Camilla to find that man attractive. After spending four hours of listening to un-stimulating conversation, she feigned a migraine to get out of the rest of her date. Everyone tried to persuade her to allow Buster to escort her home, but she quickly shot that offer down. She was relieved when they didn't press any further. 

Camilla arrived home to find the mini mansion that was her home filled with people. She was disappointed. She was expecting for a quiet evening. The last house party had occurred two months ago, which was around the time he had ended his relationship. After his relationship with Katerina ended, Elias wasn't as active with his club-hopping/partying habits like he usually was. Instead for those months, he stayed home, much to Camilla's delight. Thanks to those quiet evenings, they managed to get to know each other better.

The house was full of bright lights and house music. There were people chilling and lounging about, while drinking and conversing. Then, there were people who were dancing with each other, as well as, grinding on each other. All and all, they were people who were having a great time. Camilla slipped through available pockets of spaces to get through the throngs of party-goers. She was heading towards her bedroom, when a thought had popped into her head. A ripple of anticipation rolled through her, when she realized that there was a chance that Elias was going to make a late night visit to her bedroom. Pushing through crowds of people and hopping over drunken bodies, she made her way to her bedroom.

Camilla was upstairs, in her bedroom, for close to ten minutes when she decided to go back downstairs. She tried to convince herself that it was because she needed to get a drink of water, but she knew the truth. She knew that she couldn't retire for the remainder of tonight without seeing Elias. She didn't see him all day, because she was busy preparing for her date. She needed to fix her visual addiction. 

She found her narcotic in the kitchen. He was sitting at the dining table, playing a round of poker with four friends. However, his ex-girlfriend was also in the kitchen as well. Katerina and three friends of hers were sitting behind them, on the bay window's bench. She was truly playing the role of 'Queen Bee' as she sat there while gossiping with her friends. Camilla strolled over to the fridge and pulled the stainless steel door open. Camilla's eyes had cleverly gazed at Elias. Thankfully, ever since the refrigerator was adjacent and was two feet away from where he was sitting, her gazing wasn't too blatant. 

Camilla would search through the fridge and then stare at Elias. Her eyes would glance at a jar of dill pickles and quickly glanced at Elias' profile. Her eyes stared at the quart of homogenized, whole milk and then darted over to the thick muscles in his arms. Her eyes continued with its' visual melody: first, it was a box of Hot Pockets and then his thick thighs that were encased in a pair of blue jeans. The song became bolder, when her eyes transferred from the bottom two shelves of beer to where his chiseled abdominals would be, if his shirt wasn't in the way. Her eyes danced between the jar of grape jelly and his pouty, pink mouth. Then, it had reached its big climax, when her eyes left the pack of raw chucked beef to his groin area. She couldn't see anything due to his baggy jeans. Finally, after realizing that she was taking too long and was possibly drawing more suspicion, Camilla actually began searching for a bottle of water. Her eyes taken note of the empty Tupperware containers that used to hold the pirogues and the kiszka that she made on the prior night. She knew that he had eaten the leftovers, as well as, majority of the food. 

She knew that he loved to eat her cooking, which was why she cooked food all of the time. She remembered the compliment that Elias had given her, after the first time he tasted her cooking. He told her that her talent at cooking Polish food was greater than the one of his mother, a Polish woman who spent most of her entire life cooking. The memory of hearing that compliment brought a smile to her face, as she continued to search for some water. She eventually found a bottle of Perrier water, which was hidden behind a bottle of Kahlua mix. 

It was during an intake of water, when Camilla realized that she was the center of attention. It was as if the party had stopped and everything was silent, for Camilla, as she noticed that everyone in the kitchen was staring at her. She was about to asked them what was the matter, when she realized that it was because of her physical state. She was dressed like a glamorized, sex kitten. Earlier that night, during her phone call with Laney, her friend suggested that she should wear an outfit that would give Buster a boner. So she decided to wear a dress for her date and she knew what dress to wear. After she fixed her short hair into a finger-waved style and applied some sultry makeup, she had put on the sexiest dress that she own. It was a red, tight dress that reached the middle of her thighs and a pair of red, snake-skinned platform heels. It was her 'Va-va-vavoom' dress: her 36C-25-42 inched frame was on display. Her lovely breasts were perched high and her small waistline was on display. Her very feminine hips showed off and her ass appeared to be screaming out 'grab me'. If she knew that the date was going to be shitty, then she would've dressed down. 

Now here she was: a glamorized, sex kitten that standing there, in the kitchen, holding a phallic-shaped bottle to her lips. 

Camilla saw that the guys were ogling at her and she noticed that the women were glaring at her. The women were staring at her as if they wanted her to combust in flames right then and there. The fellows were staring at her as if they wanted her to hop onto the table and allow them to bang her like a drum. She started to get uncomfortable. Despite the discomfort she was feeling, her eyes still scanned over to where Elias was sitting. He was staring at her. For Camilla, she saw that his eyes held a certain type of intensity. Camilla realized that he was angry, perhaps irritated. 

'Wait, is he... No...But why would he be angry at me?' she wondered. 

"What's up? What's your name cutie?"

The question snapped her from her thoughts. Her eyes darted from Elias to search for the identity of the person who had spoken to her. She learned that the question was spoken by one of his card-playing buddies. For Camilla, she thought that he looked young; an age that was lower than her twenty-eight years. He appeared to be the stereotypical college kid: cargo shorts, baggy shirt, flip flops and had dreads that were unkempt. The dreads would've been okay and not abnormal on him, if he wasn't a white kid. 




Between a Rock & a Hard Place Ch. 01



"You look like you came here to have a good time."

'Oh no, he is trying to pick me up,' Camilla thought as she swallowed another swig of water. 'He's old enough to be one of my baby brother's friends. He looks like he still has his mother's milk still on his breath.' She had to take another drink of water to keep from laughing. 

"Um..." Camilla started out by saying, after she sipped her water. "I'm in here to get a drink of water," she reported to him. 

Frat Boy's eyes widened and his face become flushed, in a pale pink color, at the sound of her voice. She wasn't surprised at all by the reaction. Her husky voice always garnered that type of attention from men and, at one point in time, from Laney as well. Her grandmother once dubbed it to be 'a phone sex operator's voice'. 

"S-s-so..." Frat Boy stuttered, another sign that her voice affected him, "...is this your first time coming—

"No, darling, I've had the ability to cum many times." For some unknown reason, Camilla decided to mess with this young man; like how a cat would play with a fatally wounded mouse. She saw the boy flushed further in embarrassment and she heard a few snickers from the others. 

"No," he giggled, showing his discomfort, "I meant, is this your first time attending a Kat and Eli party? Cause, if so, you're in for a great time because the lovely and beautiful Kat, over there..." and with a grand sweep of his arm, he gestured over to Katerina. 

Camilla noticed that her former housemate was still holding an expression on her face that said that she really wished for Camilla to combust into flames.

"...and my man, Eli, over here..." 

Frat Boy gave a 'chummy-buddy' type of slap to Elias' forearm that was resting on the table. Camilla saw that Elias was staring straight ahead now and was taking a drink from his bottle of Corona.

'What is his problem?' she thought as she glared at him.

"...throw excellent parties."

Her eyes darted back to the kid, who was oblivious to the tension that was filling up the room. 

"I've been to one of their parties before," Camilla informed him. "It's kind of hard not to be invited to one of their get-togethers, ever since I live upstairs."

"Oh, you live here?" he said very cheerily. He turned towards Elias and gave the hulking man another slap on his forearm. ""Man, you are the motherfucking man right now!" he stated, sounding as if he was in awe. "You have two fine-assed women living with you, under the same roof! One fine-assed white chick and one fine-assed, big booty black chick living with you, like you are some kinda pimp or something like that! You're lucky, man, real lucky!" 

With every declaration of Elias' good fortune, Frat Boy would slap at his arm. Camilla watched the interaction and expected for Elias to snap at the younger man. But, instead, he remained immobile and continued to stare straight ahead. 

"So, ever since you live here, Sweetness, you should hang out with us," the boy suggested. 

'And get molested by you, have Cunt-terina the Russian Twat and her three robots act like bitches to me and watch Elias continue to have a staring contest with the cabinets? No, thank you. I'll stick with my original plans' she said to herself.

Camilla moved away from the fridge and took a few steps backwards, to the exit. "No, thank you, but I appreciate the offer..." She realized that she didn't know Frat Boy's name. "... I'm sorry I didn't get your name, honey."

"Don't be sorry, Sweet Thang..." 

Camilla had to bite down on the urge to roll her eyes in irritation at the nickname. 

"...My name is Marley, like the reggae singer."

"Nice name," she lied. 

"Why thank you—

"You're welcome, Marley."

"So, what's your name? I asked you before, but you've never answered."

"It doesn't matter if you know her name or not, cause she is about to leave," Katerina told him, with her deep Eastern European accent. Her voice sounded harsh and it was laced with irritation. 

"I know that, Kat, but I'm being polite—

"Shut up Marley," Katerina demanded and then she turned her attention and her wrath towards Camilla, "You, leave!" 

Under any other circumstances, when she wasn't under any influences of 'top shelf-high quality' liquor, Camilla would've ignored Katerina's rude antics. But, tonight wasn't that night for Camilla.

"Excuse me?" Camilla said to her, with her anger rising. "Who do you think you're talking to?" She felt that negative aspect of her, the roughneck who was quick to fight, rise to the surface. "Cause let's get something straight..." Camilla had taken a few steps towards the table, ever since it was the object that stood in her way from getting to Katerina. "...I am not your motherfucking child and if you ever talk—

Camilla stopped in mid-sentence when she felt a hand pressed itself against the small slope that formed at her lower belly. She glanced down at the hand and then her eyes traveled to the wrist. Her eyes' vision crept up the arm and eventually settled on the face of its owner. This time, he was gazing directly at her. He was still angry and now it seems that he was angry at her.

"Leave" he said to her. 

"I—

"Leave!" he shouted at him and with his command, he gave her a shove that was gentle enough to not make her fall to the floor, but it was strong enough to cause her to take three steps backwards.

Unlike his previous touches, this one didn't leave her feeling like she was 'punch-drunk happy'. With the push, Camilla felt a pull incurred inside of her body. She was familiar to this feeling. It was the feeling that one would receive, when they are being embarrassed by a loved one. There was an odd sensation in the middle of her chest and a strong pressure at the pit of her stomach. It felt like her heart had sunk down into her stomach. Her eyes stung with the tears that wanted to spring from their ducts. A lump that felt like the size of a golf ball lodged its way into her throat. She wanted to get away from this room as quick as possible. She left the kitchen, but not before she saw the look of smugness on Katerina's face and hearing Marley say, "Damn, Eli has his hoe in check!" to the small gathering. Camilla doesn't remember how she made it back to her bedroom, without falling apart, but she did. As soon as her door closed, she leaned against it and burst into tears. 

She doesn't know how long she cried, but she figured out that it was a long amount of time. She thought that she had cried to the point that her eyelids were slightly swollen. The flesh around her eyes felt tight while her eyes felt sore. There was a slight headache radiating from her skull. Her butt was numb from sitting on the floor for such a time.

"Oh, God," she groaned, as she sniffed. She peeled her shoes off of her feet and threw them into her walk-in closet. She heard one of her shoes knock something over. She stood up off of the floor. "Oh God, why am I crying about this?" she wondered out loud. "I am..." Her hands rubbed her ample derriere in order to get rid of the numbness. "...too damned old and I have too much common sense to be sitting on the floor and crying." She scoffed. "Yeah, I'm too old for this type of shit." 

She grabbed her robe off of the hook that was mounted on the back of her closet's door. She threw the robe onto her bed and then stripped out of her dress. Dressed in only in her underwear, she slipped them off and then grunted in shame when she noticed the crotch was still moist from earlier. She slipped the robe on and made her way to the bathroom. Camilla took a quick shower, washed the makeup off of her face and did the other things that were a part of her bed time routine. She made it back to her bedroom, where she slipped into a tee-shirt and then gone to bed. 

Sleep didn't come easily for Camilla, even though the alcohol that she consumed during her date was really trying to make her fall asleep. But she couldn't, due to the noise pollution from the party and also from mentally reliving the moment of when Elias had shoved her. It was playing in a constant loop and she wished that she could shut her mind off. She tossed and turned in her bed and was constantly getting her long legs tangled in the blankets. In a fit of rage, she kicked the blankets and sheets off of the bed.

"UUUUGGGGHHH," she grunted from annoyance. 

She sat up and turned on a nightstand lamp. She reached over to the nightstand again and searched through the top drawer. She searched through the drawer's contents and found what she was looking for: a pair of earplugs. She purchased them, after experiencing their first party, but hasn't used them for quite some time. She slipped each rubber plug into an ear and then was met with silence.

'Much better,' she concluded. She sighed with relief and then lay back down. 'Now that I have gotten rid of one problem, let's figure how to solve this other bitch out'. 

With the pushing incident still playing in a loop inside of her mind's eye, Camilla tackled the issue at hand. After, for what like a few hours, of doing some intrapersonal reflection and shedding more tears, Camilla had come to a few conclusions. First one was the most important one which was that she needed to end her school-girl type of crush with Elias. She knew that her infatuation with him was clouding her judgment about him. It was preventing her from seeing how much of an asshole that he really was.

The second conclusion that she came up with was that she needed to move out of this house. Even if she was able to repair her friendship with Elias, she still would be living inside of a party-house. She calculated how much money she had in her savings account and guessed how long it will take to save up enough for another place's first month, second month and security deposit. She was confident that she would find another place soon. 

The third thing that she realized was the fact that Elias was a giant, colossal asshole and she shouldn't be yearning for an asshole! She deserved a man who would treat her with respect. Then she realized that despite owning a fancy house, having a trust fund and a luxury car, Elias didn't have much going for himself. He was a twenty-eight year old, spoiled child of rich folks. He was unemployed and was receiving a monthly allowance from his parents. If his parents were to die tomorrow and leave their son with nothing, Camilla thought that he wouldn't possibly be able to financially take care of himself. Also, he was inconsiderate and selfish. With tonight's incident, she assumed that he might be prone to be physically violent towards others. In regards to maturity, she thought that ever since he preferred to only hang out with college kids, it's because they made him feel like he's important and they also thought that he had a lot going for himself. 

To put it simply, she realized that he was a total loser.

'Laney was right,' her conscience said to her. 'I do deserve to be with someone who can give me a shot at love.' 

She sighed as the tension left her body and allowed that liquor in her system to do its magic on her. Camilla felt herself slipping further and further into the sea of slumber. 

'I should focus all of my attention on someone that will treat me with respect...' She rolled her body onto her left side and grabbed a hold of the pillow that was on the empty side of the bed. 'Ugh, fuck him and that bony bitch that he's with. I am done with him..." was her last coherent thought, before drifting off to sleep.

~oMRo~

"Lena, tell me where your king is?" Fernando commanded. His bright green eyes glowed with anger, she thought. His grip tightened on her hair and his hand pulled her head further back. Lena felt the crown of her head butting up against the tree trunk that she was bound to.

"I will never tell you anything," she grunted, as she tried not to let the pain affect her. "I would rather die than to give my King up." With that bold statement, she spat onto her captor. The fluid landed on his chin. She watched redness creep into his olive-toned skin and his jade-colored eyes flash brightly.

"Lena, Lena, Lena..." Fernando muttered in a soft tone of voice that didn't give way to the anger that he felt, "there are far worse things that I can do to you than kill you. I can torture you for days and nights. I can have you service my men like a common whore. There are many things that I can do to you," he informed her. 

The notion of having hundreds of men touch her frightened her. Lena didn't want to be raped; she didn't want her virginity taken from her in that manner. She had hopes of having her husband partaking in that honor. Around the time of when she was captured by these barbarians, her parents were deep in the process of setting up her arranged marriage to a neighboring king. So, yes, she was frightened of having this man act out such an order, but she wasn't going to allow her fear get the best of her. 

"I don't care what you do to me! I will not betray my king and my people!" she told him. 

She watched the energy in his eyes changed. They had gone from a brightness and fieriness to a pair of emotionless, cold ones. They caused a shiver to drip down her spine and her body trembled.

"You say that now, Lena, my dear, but you will change your mind," Fernando told her, before planting a kiss on her lips.

It was a rough kiss that kept her from breathing. Lena tried to dodge the onslaught of his mouth by moving her face away, but his firm grip prevented it from happening. Once the urge to breathe became so great, Lena tilted her face slightly and let out a gasp. A gasp had left her mouth while a thick tongue had made its entrance. 

She squealed in alarm and gasped in shock, when she felt her captor's rough hands capture each of her breasts. She felt Fernando's tongue wiggle and squirm, as his fingers squeezed and pulled at the flesh that was hidden beneath her coverall. One hand left her breast and traveled underneath the back flap of her garment, so it could take a hold of her left buttock. The thought of having this cretin rape her himself made the urge to escape stronger. She struggled against his big, solid frame but her resistance was futile ever since she was stuck in between Fernando and a tree. His lips left hers and traveled down to the slope that was in her neck. His lips nibbled, kissed and licked at the thin layer of skin. Lena felt a peculiar sensation occur inside of herself. There was a slow heat building up in her body. There was a small amount of pressure forming at the pit of her belly and there was a strange ache forming in the area that was hidden in between her thighs. Her nipples felt the same way. She didn't know what to make of it. 

"Please stop," she whined. 

Her plead went ignored by the opposing king, whose hands left her body so he could remove his armor. She heard the items hit the ground and soon felt his fingers removed the royal garb that she wore, which wasn't much clothing, according to the foreigners that invaded her village. His body then pressed itself against hers. 

"Please," she moaned. 

The inflection in her voice alarmed her; she no longer sounded as if she was afraid of her captor and of his intended plans. She moaned again as his mouth still lavished her body with attention. His mouth traveled further down her lithe, small body and when his mouth settled onto a nipple, she moaned loudly from the pleasure. Lena knew that whatever it was that he was doing to her, it was curing the ache that she feeling. However, the ache that was in between her legs had built into a steady throb and she felt the insides of her legs were moist. 

"Please" she whimpered. 

"Please, what, my dear?" Fernando inquired as he spoken into her navel, before planting a kiss there. "What would you like for me to do?" A moan escaped from her and she began to writhe against the tree. The brash texture from the bark scraping across her skin had caused her to cry out in pleasure. It didn't alleviate the throb at all. 

"Please," she moaned again. 

To illustrate her desires, Lena spread her legs apart. Warm air had brushed against her inflamed, sensitive skin and caused a chill to run up against her slit. She figured that he knew what she wanted because she watched a smile form on his face. 

"Tell me what you want, dear," he instructed as he lifted her right leg and draped the limb over his left shoulder. His face was pulled closer to her nether regions. "Tell me what you want," he asked. The warmth from his breath struck her engorged clit. The air had caused a strike of pleasure in her, which gave a millisecond of relief to her. She moaned and bucked her hips. 

"T-that, I want you to do that," she whimpered. 

"You want me to talk to your pussy," he chuckled. "Or, do you want me to lick your pussy?" Two of his fingers spread her lower lips apart and he clamped his mouth onto her. His lips sucked on the sensitive folds of her labia and drew them into his mouth. A loud moan erupted from her as her body trembled from the immediate pleasure. His lips sucked on her for a few seconds more before releasing her lower lips. She moaned in disappointment. "Do you want me to do that one? Tell, my Lena, what do you want me to do?"

"I-I want..." she sighed, "I want you to do that one."

"Which one? I want you to say it," he commanded. 

"I want you to lick my pussy," she whimpered. 

She heard Fernando chuckle, before saying 'as you wish' and then she felt his mouth stimulate her senses with its abilities. Like her neck, Fernando used his lips and tongue to sucked and licked at her cunt. Then, when he added his thick fingers, as he thrust them into her tight canal, she thought that she was going to die from all of this pleasure. 

Being immobile, all Lena could do was take it and withstand the pleasure that he was doling out. A knot of intensity had formed at the pit of her stomach and she felt it roamed down to her cunt. The sensation had built a serious amount of pressure, before it exploded. Lena screamed out his name, as her body shook and waves of sexually-stimulated pressure released inside of her body. Once it was gone, she felt her legs grew weak. Luckily for her, he was holding onto one of them and she was tied to the tree. She felt his hands freeing her small ones from their captivity. Before she could do anything, Fernando threw her down to the grass. She landed her back and with her legs apart, revealing her sex to him. She watched him with half-mast eyes pull away at his pants. Once his cock was free, it slapped up against his stomach before settling at a position, where it was parallel to the ground. Lena's eyes widened at the first sighting of his swollen member. His penis was the first one she has ever seen. It was long, and thick. It reminded her of the penises that she saw hanging off of the male horses that her father owned. There was plum shading to it and three veins that were prominent against the skin. She watched as his right hand went to it and stroked at the thick shaft. A pearlescent fluid emerged from the tip as he continued to stroke. A twinge of fear went through her when she realized that he was planning on placing that organ inside of her. She knew that it was going to hurt. She remembered that stories that the married, older women in her village had told her. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain that was upcoming.

"Camilla, open your eyes," Lena heard whispered into her ear. 

She opened her eyes and her eyes widened in shock. She was no longer lying on the grassy floor of a jungle. She was lying in a bed, in a bedroom. Fernando was no longer there. Another man has replaced him. Unlike Fernando, this man didn't have an olive-toned complexion. His brown hair was long and was at shoulder-length. Unlike Fernando, this mysterious man had brown eyes and not a bright shade of green. Then, she realized that he called her another name. 




Between a Rock & a Hard Place Ch. 01



"Camilla?" she murmured. 

Abruptly, pleasure burned at her skin and it left her speechless. The sensation formed at the junction that was in between her thighs. She glanced down and saw a white cock thrusting into her heated pussy. A guttural groan ripped through her as she felt him pounded into her. Her hands gripped his forearms as her long legs wrapped themselves around his waist. 

"You smell so good," she heard this stranger say into her ear. 

She moaned in response. Then, she yelped out in surprise when she was unexpectedly rolled onto her stomach. The mattress shook and the springs creaked as she settled. Her eyes came upon a seven-foot mirror that was posted a few feet away from the bed. The reflection that she saw was of a different woman. The woman was of African descent; her skin was dark as the color of the tree trunks of her native land. Her eyes were dark brown and were small like the eyes of the Mongolians. Lena took in the heart-shaped face, the plump lips and the small nose. Her hair was short and was weighed down to her head with perspiration. The mystery man soon joined her as their bodies joined one another once more. 

"You like what you see?" he asked her as he started to move. She collapsed her upper body onto the mattress and raised her lower body. Her lover moved along with her was now kneeling behind her. "Yeah," he growled as his hands gripped her hips as he plowed his prick into her. "I know that this is your favorite." A series of moans that were spoken into the mattress was her response. "You like this? Do you like this?" he groaned, while he gave firm slaps against her ass. "Tell me you like this." 

She groaned. She felt her release approaching. She knew that he could tell because his thrusts became stronger and faster. 

"I'm cumming," she whimpered. Her hands reached out for his thigh and clasped onto the thick muscle, trying to encourage him to go deeper. "Elias," she moaned as she felt the muscles in her thighs twitch. Her inner walls contracted and release around his cock as she rode her climax. She moaned his name as a chant as her body shook and trembled.

Through the sex-induced fog that she was wading in, Camilla heard him announced the arrival of his soon-to-be eruption. His thrusts had lost their fluidity and was now disorganized and choppy. With a roar that even vibrated through her body, he shot his seed deep into her womb. She could the warmth that his cum provided radiate inside of her. Suddenly, her body undergone another explosion and she shrieked from the pleasure. 

"Oh... ugh... fuck," she grunted with her hips bucking and her curvy body shaking, as her orgasm was coaxed out of her body. Her slender fingers were stroking at her clit, which prolonged her climax. Her dream was slowly fading away and reality was setting in. 

Camilla was now awake and alert, but her eyes remained closed. She acknowledged the softness of her bed's mattress beneath her. She could smell the fragrances of fabric softener and baby powder off of her bed linen. She felt the vibration of the bass from a speaker that was downstairs. Her toes tickled at the feeling of brushing up against a blanket that was on her bed. With her eyes closed, she knew that her nightstand's light was on. She could feel the subtle heat on her face that the bulb gave off. Feeling certain that she couldn't make her cunt cream any more, she removed her fingers. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked off her nectar. Then her fingers reached up to each of her ears to remove the silicone ear plugs. The sounds of the party had immediately reached her ears and she sighed. In the back of her mind, she kind of hoped that the party would be over by now. 

'Let me clean myself— what the fuck?'

Her ears picked up on an unfamiliar noise and then she felt something wet and hot splatter on her bare stomach. Her eyes shot open and her vision was briefly blinded by the lamp's light, before it returned. Once her eyes picked up the sight that was unfolding before her, a gasp slipped out and her mind had gone blank from the shock. 

Camilla thought her toes were rubbing up against a blanket, when in actuality it was a piece of denim fabric. From what she remembered, he was wearing a pair of blue-colored jeans, which were now bunched up at his knees, along with his pair of boxer-briefs. His strapping, thick frame was occupying the space that was in between her thighs and he was kneeling on the mattress. His head was tilted back while his face was lifted towards the ceiling. Camilla could see that his brow was furrowed, his eyes were closed and his pretty lips were folded into his mouth. He appeared to be in deep concentration, in Camilla's opinion. He wasn't aware that she was awake and was watching him. Her eyes darted down to bare torso that was coated with a thin layer of sweat. With every inhalation, his muscles would come into view. She stared at the thin line of hair that began at the bottom of his navel and traveled down to the large patch of thick, black hair. Her vision moved to the where his hands were; they were busy providing him with pleasure. His right hand stroked along the shaft of his dick while his left hand fondled at his heavy sacs. 

The scene captivated Camilla. She numbly sat up on her bed, which brought her closer to the action. With every pull that she witnessed, she felt her pussy throb. Soon, she was self-pleasuring herself along with him and his process. Her bottom rubbed up against her mattress as her pussy grinded up against her fingers. The pleasure was there for her, but it wasn't enough. She knew what she needed, but she was reluctant to get it. Then, she heard inside of her head what Laney had told her, a few months ago. 

"...I would definitely fuck him, in a heartbeat..."

Camilla let out a sigh as she made up her mind. 

'I'm going to be out of here in five months anyway,' she reasoned, trying to convince her conscience that it was okay with her decision. 

She drew her body to his kneeling one and placed her face closer to his moving hands and his erected cock. She could smell that natural, musky scent that was attached to him, but she also smelled a fragrance of cologne as well. She watched his right hand stroke at the thick piece of flesh. His fingers would stroke up the shaft, then fold over the acorn-shaped cap and slide back down the shaft. She watched him do this a few times before she made her presence known by placing a gentle kiss on his navel. She felt Elias flinch, from being surprised, and her hands took a hold of his hips. 

'The last thing I want him to do is stab me in the eye with that piece of meat. Judging how hard it is, he can do some serious damage.' 

She glanced up at him and saw his own brown eyes gazing down at her. No one said a word and they allowed the moment to pass in between them. Wordlessly, his right hand fed her mouth his cock and she greedily accepted. She tasted the slight salty taste from his pre-cum. Due to the loud music, she didn't hear the guttural wail that left him. His hands sought out for her head and cradled her face. He held onto her as her mouth worked up and down his shaft. In between the party's music breaks, Camilla heard him grunt or moan. Her fellatio skills weren't up to par, she knew this tidbit, so she felt honored that he was enjoying it. Her fingernails lightly scraped at his buttocks which added to the stimulation. Without warning, her nails dug into his skin. He hissed at the stinging that action has left, but the pain was greatly ignored when he felt her swallow his entire cock down her throat. His grip tightened on her head. She released his cock from her moist, wet cavern and swallowed him once more. 

"Oh fuck," she heard him say. 

She had deep-throated his dick with a few strokes, before palming him in her hands and sucking each of his nuts into her mouth. She felt his hands try to lift her shirt up, so she helped him. She parted from his sac and took her shirt off. She tossed the article onto the floor and resumed her tasks. As her mouth sucked on his prick, his fingers played at her tits. His thick fingers jiggled and pinched at the flesh, causing tiny pin-pricks of pleasure. Her cunt throbbed; it was a request of wanting his cock to fill her up and pound away until she came. Camilla released his organ from her mouth and had her hands stroke at his shaft. She gazed at the engorged member. It was as thick as the can of styling mousse that was on her chest of drawers and just as long. It appeared as if all of his coloring from his pale body had gone to his prick instead. It was a healthy smattering of colors. It was a combo of pink, alabaster and plum. 

Camilla re-positioned herself onto her knees while her hand remained on his cock. His skin felt hot against hers. She pressed her front to his and her flesh puckered up with goose-pimples, in response. Her nipples became inflamed as they grazed against his chest. Her lips placed soft kisses across her chest, then drifting down to his nipples where she sucked on each one, and then traveling up to his chin. She was about to kiss him, but changed her mind, when the thought of the possibility that he doesn't want to do such an intimate act had crossed her mind. Her mouth have gone to travel down to his thick neck, when his hand grabbed a hold of the back of her neck. The grip was a tight and strong one. He forced her to stare at him. She looked at his face and saw, in his eyes, the turmoil that was weighing down on his mind.

'He shouldn't be in here,' her conscience reasoned. 'Katerina was downstairs earlier. He probably has reconciled with her. He loves her. He's in here cause he's drunk. Yeah, that's why...' Then she noticed the lack of odor of alcohol that should be on him. '...No, no, he isn't. Just look at his eyes. They are as clear as a piece of crystal.' 

"I—

Her statement was cut off, due to his mouth planting itself on hers. The kiss was gentle and then morphed into a series of passionate ones. Camilla let out a body-tingling moan. Her hand left his cock and sought his shoulder. Her left hand went to his hair and pulled gently. She felt her body being suspended in the air and then landing on the mattress. Their lips parted only when he needed to strip out of his clothes. He discarded his clothes and tossed them as a pile on the floor. Just as quickly as he stripped, Elias was just as quick to place himself in between her thighs and to have his lips back on hers. 

For her, it seemed as if his lips traveled all over her body and leaving a trail of yearning in its departure. Her lips, her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, her nipples, her ribs, her navel, her hip bones, her legs and her feet were given a visit from his succulent lips. There was one place that he neglected and it was the one part of her that needed him and his cock the most. Her pussy experienced a dull, persistent throbbing, which eventually turned into an urgent ache that started to become uncomfortable. 

'I guess this is what blue balls feel like,' she calculated to herself. 

"Eli," she whimpered. 

"Mmm?" he hummed as he planted kisses on her left foot. 

"Fuck me, please," she requested. "I appreciate the romance shit and everything, but I really want your dick inside of me..." She noticed that his eyes darted up to her face. There was a glint in his eyes. "...like right now!" 

"So you want me to fuck you?" he asked, as he gently placed her foot back on the mattress. He slid his body over hers. She felt the desired object pressed against her stomach. Her hand went down to touch it, but with a quick reflex, Elias took a hold of her hand. He pressed her hand against the mattress, above her head. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered to her, after planting a kiss on her forehead. She noticed there was a slight dialect in his voice. She moaned at that enlightenment. God, she needed him.

"Yes, so can you quit being a cock tease to me and just fuck me?" she asked, feeling urgent.

"Me, the cock tease? I'm not the one who..." 

She felt his cock slide in between her lower lips in a methodical manner. The shaft glistened with her juices as it dragged up against her sensitive flesh and butting up against the small knot of nerves. She whimpered in pleasure and bucked her hips. 

"...had shown up to the kitchen, showing off my body, as if I was asking to be fucked." 

Her left hand reached down to grab onto his swollen member, but it was slapped away by his massive, strong one. He, then, taken a hold of that one and held it above her head. Now, she was restrained and was being tortured. Well, it was Camilla's idea of being tortured. Elias continued to tease her by sliding his turgid member in between her puffy lips while she thought that she was going to die, if he didn't stop the teasing.

"Shit," she gasped. 

'What else could go wrong--?' 

They both heard the music change. It had gone from a dance song to into a somber-sounding tune. Camilla recognized the song, because of the acoustic guitar's chords. 

"Fuck," she hissed as she listened to A Perfect Circle's "3 Libras" play. 

Whenever she wanted to get into an automatic mood to fuck, she played that song. As of recently, thanks to her dry spell, she listens to that song, on her iPod, as her fingers methodically worked to make her cum. In her mind's eye, as she masturbated to made-up fantasies. Coincidentally, the majority of those thoughts involved her and the sexy, big man who was holding her down.

'Lure his ass into fucking you,' her conscience suggested, who suddenly had become her accomplice. She made a low purr and started to seductively writhe against the mattress. She noticed that his eyes became cloudy as he took in the scene that was unfolding beneath him. 

"Fuck me," she whispered as continued to sway to the music. His eyes stared at her full hips as they made figure-eights against the cream colored sheet. "I know you want to," she said to him, softly. "I know you want to fuck your pussy," she said to him. She saw that his eyes brightened up at the words "your pussy". She nodded her head and repeated what she said to him. 

She rewarded with the sudden, intrusion of his whole cock in her pussy. Both of them groaned at the burst of stimuli that exploded in them at the intrusion. Each lover needed a moment to gather their wits. At first, his cock moved with thrusts that were slow in speed, but were deep enough to reach nerves endings that were buried deep in her. For Camilla, his cock felt wonderful. It was thick enough to fill her cunt up and it was long enough to hit parts of her that she didn't think existed. Her body screamed in delight. It was feeling a hell of a lot better than the sensations that she used to get when he stood next to her. He released her wrists and her hands immediately started their own exploration. Her fingers caressed the thick muscles in his arms and back. They ended their journey when they held onto his ass. They felt his buttocks contract and release as he thrust his cock into her hidden depths.

"Oh fuck," she groaned as her head rocked to the side. She submerged under the veil of pleasure.

"Tell me again," she heard him growl as his thrusts still held its slow pace. She knew what he wanted to hear from her and it made her pussy weep more. 

"Your pussy," she moaned and squealed in delight, when she heard him growl.

The pace in his thrusts quickened and became rough. With every thrust, his pelvis slammed against her clit and sent thousands of nerves into shock. Her fingernails dug into his skin, which caused him to moan. He grabbed both of her wrists again and pinned them back down onto the mattress. 

"Tell me again, baby," he groaned, slowing up a bit. Camilla let out a wail and tried to get her hands free. "Tell me again, baby, tell me who this pussy belongs to," he demanded. 

"Yours," she moaned, "this pussy belongs to you and only you." Then, she let out a trembling moan as she felt her inner walls clamp down on his cock, as it supplied quick, deep strokes. "Oooh, baby, this pussy belongs to you. I belong to you," she moaned. 

With a grunt, he began to pump in a jackhammer pace. She felt pressure form in her lower belly and her thighs twitch in anticipation. "I'm about to cum," she announced. Suddenly, she felt Elias pull his prick out. She groaned in confusion. 

"Get on your hands and knees," was his command. 

Eagerly, Camilla rolled onto her hands and knees. Now, facing her bed's headboard, she grabbed handfuls of the bedspread as she felt his prick slide back into her. He begun with a slow pace and gradually picked up his speed. Soon, he had her screaming into her pillow as she endured her climax. His hand went to the back of her neck and guided her to kneel. His thrusts remained at its brutal pace, but now he added his fingers to the mix, as they were grinding against her clit. 

"This pussy..." he managed to grunt out.

"Ugh...y-yes, oh God...yesssssss," Camilla hissed as she felt her womb contract for another orgasm. "Ahhh, it's yours, b-baby," she moaned, as tears rolled down her face. 

His pace was losing its rhythm. He growled out that he was about to cum. He released his hold on her neck and she sank back down on her hands and knees. He continued to pound into her heated center. He pulled his cock out just as his cum shot out of its tip. His right hand stroked his cock as more streams of his fluid pumped out, onto Camilla's supple bottom. After the last quaver and his climax lost its grip on him, Elias sank his body onto the mattress. He rested on at Camilla's feet, at the bottom of the bed. 

Camilla, on the other hand, was lying vertically on the mattress and on her side. Her eyes were gazing at her alarm clock, but she wasn't focused on the time. She was too occupied thinking. She was relieving the moments that recently transpired between the two of them. Like her lust which rose as quickly as the speed of light, so did her guilt and regret. 

'Oh my God, what did I just do?'

For Camilla and Elias, the morning after wasn't filled with a post-coital after-glow, like one would hope for. Both unexpected-lovers ended up falling asleep with plenty of space between the two bodies. Elias was the first person to wake up. He tried to dress and gather up the rest of his belongings, as quietly as possible/ However, Camilla ended up waking up because of the sounds of the creaking floorboards. She ended up waking up to see him slip his thick legs into his pair of jeans. Both of their eyes met and his movements stilled. They didn't say anything to each other for a moment. During that moment, silence and tension grew in between them. 

"Good morn—

"I was drunk," he blurted out, at the same time of her greeting.

"What?" she murmured, in a state of disbelief. 

"Last night, I was drunk," Elias said to her, while briefly looking at her, before resuming getting dressed. 

Camilla stared at Elias while he dressed. She knew that he was lying. She knew that he was making an excuse. She felt as if he was trying to place all of the blame of their wrong-doing on Camilla. She felt her anger rise. 

"That is...total bullshit, Elias!" She rose to her knees on the bed, totally oblivious of her nudity and that scent of their fucking clinging to her skin. "No, you weren't! Remember Elias, I have seen you when you're shit-faced drunk. You can barely stand on your own two feet, let alone fuck! You were sober last night! Why are you lying to me?" 

Elias gazed at her as he slipped his feet into his sneakers. The expression of his face read anger, in her opinion. She thought that he was angry at her for calling him out on his bullshit lie. 

"Why does it matter if I was drunk or sober, huh? What we did last night was wrong and you know that," he said to her, as he buttoned his jeans closed.




Between a Rock & a Hard Place Ch. 01



"No, it's not," she informed him. "You're single," she pointed out. Camilla pointed at him. "You and Katerina had broken up. You said that you two were no—

She was interrupted by the sound of Elias' shirt slicing furiously through the air as he picked it up from the floor. He gathered the article of clothing in his right hand before he turned to face Camilla. She noticed the expression of rage on his face. It caused her to be wary of him. She sank lower to the mattress and then moved away from the edge, as well as, away from him. She crawled to the center of the bed. 

Elias didn't take note of her actions, she detected. He still appeared angry. She watched him charge up to the side of the bed and stand there. His fiery brown orbs were still latched onto her. 

"WE'RE BACK TOGETHER!" he stated in a fierce whisper. "WE'RE BACK TOGETHER AGAIN, IF YOU COULDN'T FUCKING TELL BY NOW!"

Hearing about his reconciliation with Katerina caused an odd yet familiar bodily reaction. There was a sharp pain in her chest along with the sensation of her stomach being pulled. A small whimper had escaped her mouth as well. Her eyes stung as they watered. She continued to stare at her recent lover while unintentionally showing him her sorrow. "How...?" she whimpered with her voice croaking. "How was I supposed to know? You didn't say anything—

"And I didn't fucking need to say anything to you! She was here last night! That's all you needed to know!" he informed her. 

Camilla closed her lips together and stared down at the bed covering. Her guilt was on full display. 

"That's what I thought," he said to her. He removed his bunched up shirt from his hand and slipped it on. He gave her one last glance before walking away from the bed.

She stared at his back as he strolled across the bedroom to the exit. Once he pulled the door open, she had spoken. "Why did you come in here last night?" She sniffled. "If you and Katerina are back together, why...?" she asked him, before her voice trailed off.

Without looking at her, Elias said to her "I was looking for an easy lay" in a way that was cruel and crude. Then he exited the bedroom. 

As her door closed, Camilla hoped that he didn't hear her whimper and the light sob. 

~oMRo~

Six months later: February

After six months of budgeting her expenses and saving her money, Camilla had enough money to move out of Elias' house. She, unfortunately, was unable to find another place to live. She had gone on numerous interviews for rentals and went to dozens of 'open houses', but she didn't receive any offers. She knew that she couldn't live with her parents and she didn't want to bother her brothers with her problems. Just when she thought that she was going to be living in cheap motels for a while, Laney and her partner Penny made her a life-saving offer. The two-bedroom apartment that was built over the old carriage house that was on their property was up for rent. The mold that decorated the apartment's walls were finally disposed of and the living unit was now habitable. Even though the apartment was not Camilla's ideal place to live, she wasn't stupid enough to turn down the offer. 

It was a Saturday afternoon and both women were spending the day in Camilla's bedroom. Laney was helping her friend pack her belongings. 

"Oh my God, honey, you have a lot of shit!" Laney's announcement was made after she taped her sixteenth cardboard box shut with duct tape. "Did you accumulate more crap while you were here?"

Camilla tossed her best friend a fierce glare. "Laney, I didn't ask you to help me pack. You volunteered," Camilla said to her friend, with her voice void of emotion, which made the statement sound ten times worse. 

"Ouch," Laney said sarcastically. "What's with the bite, mama?" 

"Nothing's wrong. I'm fine," she said as she shoved miscellaneous items into a box. 

"Bullshit, Cammy! For the past couple of months, you have been acting like a major bitch..." The obscene word made Camilla stand upright and stare at her friend. Laney could see anger in her eyes, as if she was angry enough to fight her. She knew that she should've been alarmed, but her sense of irritation was more dominant than any feeling of fear that she possessed. Laney tossed a shirt onto the box that was a few feet away from her. "... and when you're not acting like a bitch to everyone, you are acting like anti-social, depressed, moody teenager! Now, tell me what's going on with you?"

"Like I said, I am fine!" Camilla said through clenched teeth. "And from what I remember, I told you that I didn't ask you to help me pack. You volunteered. If you have a problem with all of my shit, then you can leave." Camilla didn't know that tears were rolling down her cheeks as she spoke.

Laney's own anger dissipated as she noticed her friend's condition. She walked across the room and up to her friend. She reached out to touch Camilla's face to wipe away her tears, when Camilla slapped her hand away. 

"Cammy," Laney gasped, shocked at her friend's outburst. "Cammy, tell me what's wrong with you?" Laney's hands went to her friend once more but was slapped away once again. Laney tried once more and the same reaction happened once again. "Cammy!" she shouted at her friend. She watched Camilla's face wrinkled and a sob burst out of her. She grew alarmed as she watched her friend brusquely sit onto top of a storage bin and hysterically cry. "Cammy," she whimpered, before kneeling down in front of her friend. She wrapped her arms around her friend in a strong, but loving embrace. She tried to provide comfort to her friend, but her efforts were not rewarded. Cammy continued to cry hysterically. 

She ended up crying so hard that her breathing became choppy and came out of her mouth in a distorted fashion. For Laney, her friend's reaction reminded her of an inconsolable child with a skinned knee. All Laney could do was hold her friend and whisper consolations into her friend's ear. 

"It's all right, honey..." Laney would say. "... Whatever is going on with you, it will be all right." 

Laney held onto her friend for a significant amount of time until she felt Camilla gently pushed her away. By then, Camilla's sobbing had stopped but she was still breathing in gulps. She noticed that her face was moist with tears, flushed and slightly swollen. She had never seen Camilla behaved in such a manner, in all of the fourteen years that she knew her. Camilla didn't even cry this hard when she broke her right leg, when she was fourteen. 

"You feel better now?" she asked as she wiped away fresh tears off of Camilla's face.

"I-I-I'm fine," Camilla stuttered. Laney smirked in disbelief.

"I'm going to get you a glass of water and something to wipe your face with. You stay right there and I'll be right there," Laney instructed.

Laney had gone downstairs to the kitchen to fetch a bottle of water and then gone to the bathroom to get a handful of tissues. When she returned to Camilla's bedroom, she found her friend still sitting in the same spot. She handed the bottle of water to her friend. As Camilla opened the bottle, Laney wiped away the tears.

"All right, now tell me what's going on with you? And don't give me that 'I'm fine' bullshit. I've never seen you cry like that...Ever. Whatever it is that is bothering you, it is eating you up on the inside and it is going to continue. So, spill."

"Eating you up," Camilla muttered while her eyes were focused on the polished, hardwood floor. 

"Yes, it's eating you up," Laney said as she sat back down on the polished, hardwood floor. "What's bothering you; is it your butt-hole roommates? Is it something from work?" She gazed at Camilla, who was staring down at the floor. 

"Eating you up," Camilla repeated, but a little louder and softly. 

"Yeah," Laney said, feeling worried that her friend had gone off the deep end. 

"Laney," she whimpered, before letting out a sob and then a gasp. 

She had another crying outburst, but a softer version of the earlier outburst, for a few minutes before settling down. She released a heavy sigh as she glared at the hardwood floor. Then, with a trembling hand, Camilla placed the bottle on the floor. She remained motionless and silent for a minute. With a pair of trembling hands, she slowly lifted her baggy blue sweater up and over her torso. She placed the hemline of her top underneath her breasts. She waited for her friend's reaction. Instead, she was greeted by a minute's worth of silence before Laney reacted. She heard Laney gasp her name and then an 'Oh my God'. There was a long silence between the two women. Then, Camilla felt her friend's hands touch her round and bulging belly. 

"Cammy," Laney gasped once more, as she rubbed at her friend's pregnant belly. "You're...having a baby?"

She stared at her hands as they rubbed at the hard bulge that encased the precious unborn baby that was stored in her best friend's womb. For Laney, Camilla appeared to be in her second trimester of her pregnancy. She was amazed that Camilla was able to hide her pregnancy. She was also slightly angry that her friend of fourteen years had also withheld the news of her condition.

"Yes," she muttered with a hiccup. 

"How?" Laney inquired. 

Camilla was silent for a few minutes before she explained all of the events that have gone down in the past six months. Camilla let her friend know about the night of when she and Elias had sex, which was the act that created the life that was inside of her. Then, she spoke of the events that taken place on the morning after. She also explained on having to deal with Elias' treatment towards her. She talked about the moments of tension and awkwardness that occurred between the two of them, as the weeks flew by. She informed her best friend about the day she learnt about her pregnancy and the events that unraveled afterwards: her inner turmoil of whether or not to abort her child. Camilla talked about the negative reactions from her deeply devoted, Evangelical Christian parents after she told them about the news of their grandchild. She expressed her feeling about being disowned and their level of disinterest in her baby. She mentioned her hatred for certain symptoms of her pregnancy. 

"Does he know about the baby?" Laney asked, referring to Elias. 

"Yeah," she sighed as she rubbed at her stomach. The two friends were now laying on Camilla's sleeping bag that was laid out on the floor. It was in the space where her bed used to be, before it was moved to her new apartment. They were surrounded by numerous boxes. "He was quiet after I told him. Then he started to talk some nonsense about wanting to make things work with Katerina. Then he told me that he wants to marry her and that he could see himself only being a father to their kids. Or something like that. He told me to abort the baby."

Laney's eyes briefly widened and her plump lips formed an 'o' for a few seconds. "What a fucking asshole," Laney groaned. "Does he knows that you are planning on keeping the baby?"

"Yes, he knows about my plans, which is why he stays the hell away from me and this house a lot. I see him from time to time like when I am leaving for work or if I am in the kitchen, making something to eat. He doesn't say anything to me, he just gives me a glance and then he stares at my pooch here..." For emphasis, Camilla gave her stomach a gentle shake. "... Then he goes about his business. Before I was starting to show, he acted funny towards me then..." With a sigh, she rolled onto her back. She placed her hands on her stomach and she glared at the vaulted ceiling. "...I can't believe how much things has changed between us. We went from talking to each other to not talking at all. If he was in one room and I would enter the room, he would quickly leave the room. If I had a problem, like if one of my windows was stuck and it couldn't open, I would have to go see Katerina for help, which wasn't my cup of tea by the way. Or I would have to get help from one of my brothers. He's been..." She ran her fingers through her ear-length, curly hair. "Ugh," she grunted, signaling her frustration. "I don't know how to describe it. From what I could tell, Katerina doesn't know about that night, but he acts like if he were to stand next to me that she would catch wind of it." Camilla sat up and leaned her back against the wall. "It shouldn't matter now anyway, ever since they've broken up—

"They've broken up..." Laney paused for the dramatic effect. "Again? When did that happen?"

"About two and a half months ago," Camilla informed her friend. "She left him. I don't know why. I guess that she must've found someone better. All I know is: I remember coming home from work to find the living room and dining room empty of furniture. She even took the doors."

Laney giggled. "Yeah, I was about to ask you about that," Laney said to her as she stared at the doorway, which was shrouded with a bed sheet. 

"Yeah, she even took the doors. Elias had replaced the doors for his bedroom and for the other rooms, except for my room. I guess it was his way of trying to make my living conditions unbearable enough for me to leave."

"Well, fuck that asshole," Laney growled. "And fuck your parents too! You and your baby don't need them! Me, Penny and the Super Dykes can be the family that you and my godchild needs."

Camilla laughed a hearty giggle. "Oh, so my child is your godchild?" Camilla inquired as an eyebrow raised. 

"Yes, I am your son's or daughter's godmother. So, with that anointment, you and your baby will be a part of my family. And if you are worried about finding an appropriate father figure for your possible unborn son, I have a friend who can teach him all of the things that boys like to do. If he wants to learn how to fish, go on a hunting trip or how to fix a car, she is the right person for the job. Now, if you have a girl, I know plenty of queens who can teach little mama a thing or two about fashion and how to conceal a switchblade underneath her dress."

"I'm having a baby girl," Camilla giggled. 

"You're having a girl?" Laney said with excitement. She settled onto her knees.

"Yes. I found out two days ago at a doctor's appointment. I had an ultrasound and my OB-GYN had shown me the vagina. So, yes, I am having a girl."

"You're having a girl! Yay, you're having a girl!" Laney screamed in excitement and then she stood up and proceeded to jump up and down.

Camilla continued to lie on her sleeping bag and laugh at her friend. She thought her friend behaved like an expectant father who was super excited about his unborn child. Then, she thought that it should've been the reaction that Elias should've done, when he learnt about the baby. Instead, he treated her with resentment, as if she was the one who force him to impregnate her. She became overwhelmed with sadness. 

Laney noticed the shift of mood in her friend. She stopped jumping and settled back down on the sleeping bag. "Cammy, please don't cry. Don't let those assholes take away your good mood." 

"You're right," she murmured as she wiped away stray tears off of her cheeks. "You're right." 

"But, I was telling you the truth: we will always be your family." Laney then noticed Camilla's incessant scratching at her stomach. "What are you doing?" 

"She's moving right now and it tickles," Camilla informed her. 

"She's moving? It tickles? Can I touch your stomach?" Camilla nodded her head and Laney eagerly placed her hands on her stomach. Laney felt constant, rapid movement underneath her hands and she squealed in delight. "Oh...my...God...It feels...so..." she gasped. "How does it feels to have the baby move?" 

"Well...there's times when it feels like it tickles sometimes, which is why I scratch at my stomach. Then, there's times when it feels like I am suffering from a bad case of gas, especially when she moves up towards my ribs. Then, there are the times when she makes a sudden movement and it feels like something runs across my stomach. It's unbelievable."

"It's definitely unbelievable," Laney muttered. 

A silence erupted between them as Laney continued to feel her god-daughter's presence. Camilla

watched her friend's facial expressions as her unborn daughter moved and kicked. As she witnessed Laney's facial featured alter from happy to excited, the mom-to-be realized that this moment was the first bit of happiness that she had experienced in the past six months.

"Laney?" she said softly.

Her friend's eyes focused on her face. "Mmm?"

"Thank you for everything." 

A broad smile formed on Laney's lips. "You're welcome."

Silence fell upon them again as she continued to experienced one of the amazing things about the human life. 

~oMRo~

Laney stayed at Camilla's home for another two hours, before leaving. Now, Camilla was left alone in the home, which now felt like as comfortable as a prison. Before leaving the house, Laney, in light of the newly-discovered pregnancy, made Camilla promise to not pack anymore things. Camilla promised while she had her right hand behind her back and had two fingers twisted around each other; the well-known sign of breaking a promise. She had plans of packing all of the appliances in the kitchen before going to bed and she had no intentions of swapping those plans. 

So, now, Camilla was sitting on the kitchen floor, in front of the cupboards that built underneath the sink and she pulling out cooking utensils. A cardboard box was a few inches away from her. As she pulled out a large crock pot out of the cabinet, she felt a strong ripple in her belly and her right hand grabbed onto her stomach. She gently placed the pot down on the floor and sat back down. Her hands grabbed onto her swollen and extended belly.

"You've been moving a lot today, Baby Girl," Camilla said into her stomach. In response, her child shifted and this time a knot formed at the top of the curve of the belly. "Oh, you're stretching, huh, Baby Girl?" Her fingertips rubbed at the bump. "I think you're moving a lot because of your God-Mommy had lavish you with a lot of attention..."

While Camilla was speaking with her unborn child, she was unaware that Elias walked into the house.

"...You know what, I need to think of a name for you. I can't keep calling you 'Baby Girl' forever. What should I call you? Should it be 'Mary' or how about 'Anastasia'?" There was movement. "Is that a 'yes' or a 'no'?"

Before she could speak down to her stomach again, she received a fright, when Elias unexpectedly walked into the kitchen. She flinched and then protectively grabbed her stomach. She noticed that his eyes scanned her stomach, which let her know that he saw her reaction. His brown eyes focused on her face. She saw a strange energy in them. She couldn't pinpoint which emotion he was feeling, but it did cause a chill to drip down her spine.

"Evening," he greeted in his deep voice as he opened the fridge's door. It was the first thing that he said to her in days. 

"Good evening," she muttered, before resuming with her packing. 

With her back facing him, she listened to the sounds that his actions made, ever since she couldn't see him. In her opinion, it sounded like he pulled a bottle of beer out of the fridge and was drinking its contents as he stood in front of the fridge. It appeared that he was taking his sweet ole' time drinking it too. She was now anxious. Seven months ago, she considered the moments of being alone in the same room with him as a treat. Now, it was a burden. As she sat yogini-style on the floor, she just wished that he would drink his beer somewhere else. Her anxiety made her feel very uncomfortable and it was unbearable. She ended up carelessly filling the box with pots and pans. She didn't care at the moment. All she wanted to do was leave the kitchen and get away from Elias. After tossing the last piece of cookware into the cardboard box, she pushed the box away from her. Then, with the speed of a snail, she lifted herself to her feet and stood upright.