Fifty Five

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Camilla's Point of View

"What about this one daddy?" I held up the swim suit for him to see. It was a cross color two piece with the Jamaican flag colors. "Hell naw, you got jokes? Pick a different one." He mugged me down.

I no longer had a swimsuit I could fit, thanks to having two babies. We specifically came out to shop for one and he was being all.. bossy. It was low key pissing me off. But I went back to the rack and looked through some more, keeping the one I already had. There was a cute one piece that was cut up the back and sides.

"Which one?" I grinned as I held them up. He scoffed and shook his head.

"How about you just wrap up in a sheet, or towel or somethin." This boy is really trippin I thought to myself. I kept the two piece and put the other one back. "You know I'm wearin it for you so quit trippin baby." I stood on my toes and stole a kiss.

The beaches were made of white sand and crystal blue colored waters, I hadn't ever seen anything like it before. Jersey Shore was beautiful but it couldn't top this. Coconut trees hung tall above ground. The smell of ganja was potent and I licked my lips at the thought of firing up a blunt, it had been so damn long.

"Let's go eat baby, a nigga starving." Daddy ran a hand down his glistening waves. By no means was he a flashy nigga, but he was by no means a broke nigga. The fact that he was walking around with no shirt on had me hot and bothered. His chest tatts beamed under the sun, looking like a chocolate bar that I wouldn't mind melting in my mouth. We both wore shorts to beat the heat. My wild hair was in two long braids down my back.

We walked the island hand in hand enjoying all the little side shops and even planned to visit the museum of reggae the next day. I walked up to a little shack that was filled wit mad people. It smelled so damn good.

"Ooh I wanna eat here baby!" My stomach was growling from all the waking and sightseeing. Daddy never let me wander too far around a lot of people, especially not in another country.

"Aight come on, what you want lil one?" I knew exactly what I wanted. I don't play when it comes to food. "Wah you want?" The dread asked when we got to the counter.

"Jerk chicken, extra sauce and I want rice and peas too with a ting to drink." I ordered for myself. "And lemme get the same thing, wit a rolling rock or red stripe." Daddy pulled out a crisp bill and paid for the food.

"Thank you so much for bringing me here baby. I really needed this break." I wiggled in my seat while eating the bomb ass food. "You don't have to thank me love. I owe you this, you deserve it after having two kids and still graduating, you never gave up. And I'm right here with you." We leaned across the table and tongued each other down.

"Man was cute, til mi see him kiss pickny."

I speak patois, bitch. I thought to myself as the wide hipped waitress spoke to her friend. She said she thought my man was cute, until she saw him kissing a child.

"I really don't wanna be arrested in Jamaica." I said to myself out loud rather than in my thoughts. Daddy's eyebrow went up. "Arrested for what?" He just didn't get it.

"Cause it seem like everywhere I go, some bitch can't see you clearly already taken." I spoke up. He looked over at the waitress then back at me and laughed a little.

"What's so damn funny?" Cause I don't see a damn thing funny.

"Nothin baby. You gotta chill, she look like she'll snap you in half." He shook his head.

"Not if I shoot the bitch." I said with a deadpan stare. His eyes bucked.

"You trippin lil girl. Finish your food, let me just enjoy us together."

And enjoy we did. I ordered a rum punch and we walked to the room so I could change. The waves crashed along the shore as girls walked around in almost just skin. My man knew to keep his eyes to himself. The sun was beginning to fade and we had a hideout under one of the big rocks where water flowed.

Somebody just kept pulling at my bottoms, tryna untie them on the side. Daddy wrapped my legs around his waist and dipped further down in the water, sliding a finger in me.

"Uh uh, I want it all." I said as I took him out of the shorts. "That's all you had to say." He pushed the bottoms to the side and slid inside me. The water rocked us back and forth to our climax.

Third Person

"Auntie, who babies?" Giselle asked while watching her aunt play with the toddlers. They looked a hell of a lot like Ming but she had to be high.

"Girl these my grand babies. They look just like Ming. Your mama ain't tell you?" Yuna continued to jump the babies on the couch. She didn't care, it was just furniture. "Nah you know mama don't tell me nothin." She responded before walking over to the graduation pictures on the fireplace.

In one picture, Camilla stood proud with a child on each hip. In another she hung closely to what Giselle assumed was her man. She scrunched her nose up. Her cousin seemed to have secured the bag, while she herself was struggling to make her next move. Maybe Ming could lend her some money, it definitely looked like they had enough.

Giselle put the pictures down and excused herself to her room. Camilla always had the best of everything. She was tired of that. Maybe I need to step my pussy up, she thought. Whatever it was, she needed a come up.

Anybody ever had Ting? It's like the Jamaican version of squirt lol.

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