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“Let's talk,” Misha whispered.

“Let's.”

They headed out of the banquet. Cooley soon felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe things weren't over just yet.

Chapter 38

Lena stood in between her parents as the male basketball players were called to the stage. The school year had gone by so fast, and Lena was dealing with some major issues in her head.

After her sexual exhibit with Brandon, she checked into the Hilton to relax. She didn't want to go back to her room for fear that Denise would be there, and she wasn't ready to face her yet. She didn't want to see Brandon again; she just wanted to be alone. She finally was back in the lifestyle to which she was accustomed. She needed to take a long bath, something she hadn't done the whole year, except when she went home for winter break.

The water was nice and warm; it made her feel relaxed. She tried to clear her head of all of her issues, but it just wouldn't work. Brandon entered her head. That was her man, and she was very happy. Brandon was a man of his word. Since that first incident he had been on his best behavior. There were never any events that she was not able to come to. When he was on an away game he talked to her all night after the game. She knew he loved her, and she knew she loved him, but these new feelings were entering her head, and she didn't know how to deal with them.

Her mind went back to her and Brandon's sex from earlier.

She'd walked into the room and they went at it. She started by giving him the best head she could give. She opened wide and took his entire shaft in her mouth. As he came twice, she swallowed, and he loved it. She let go of all her inhibitions and gave him free rein over her.

She hated letting him give it to her doggy-style, but she had simply whispered, “You want to give it to me doggy-style,” and he jumped at the chance.

Pain hit her body as his enormous manhood entered her. She could feel herself drying out, something her vagina rarely did during sex. A tear rolled down her eye. She closed her eyes to try to make it through it, and she let her mind go to another place.

The hands touched all over her. They were the softest hands ever. She moaned as she felt the tongue roll over her nipple, causing it to become completely erect. Two fingers entered her vagina; she flooded as they moved up and down, and back and forth.

Suddenly, she felt the warm tongue touch her clit. She was in heaven. A combination of the right amount of tongue and lip action gave her an instant orgasm.

It continued, and she came again. Who was doing this to her, she loved it. Her lips met with her lover's, and she opened her eyes to see Denise.

Lena gasped and blinked. She opened her eyes again to find Brandon looking at her with anger.

“You called me Denise.” She could tell he was angry. She couldn't believe she did that. Had she really called him Denise?

“What? No, I didn't.” She leaned up as Brandon got off of her.

“Yes, the fuck you did! What the fuck is going on, Lena? I can't believe you just called me that bitch's name! You thinking about her. Are you fucking her? Are you gay?”

Brandon's face had a look of rage; she had never seen him like this.

“No, I am not gay, and I can't believe you even asked me this. Look, I had a hard day, some shit went down, and I guess it just popped in my head.”

Brandon wasn't buying the story. “Really, Lena? What happened that has you calling me your dyke-ass roommate's name?”

“Baby, I walked in on her and some girl today.” Even saying it made her jealousy flare. “I was in shock. I never wanted to see that shit.”

Brandon looked at her in shock. He quickly started to laugh.

“Aww, baby, I'm sorry you had to witness that.” He kept laughing.

Lena let out a sigh of relief, and she didn't know what she was going to say next.

“Well, I'm so glad you find that funny.” She put her clothes on. “Some sympathy you have.”

Brandon grabbed her and held her close. “I'm sorry, but, baby, we was having some of the best sex ever today. Man, you was taking me like a champ. You came like three times, and you claim you don't like it doggy-style.”

Lena realized what he just said. It was the second time she thought about Denise as they were having sex. It was her thinking about Denise that made her cum, not Brandon.

“Well, I'm glad to please you.” Lena knew she had to get out of his room, the walls felt like they were closing in on her. “Damn, I gotta meet Mama and Daddy. I'll be back to go to the banquet with you later.”

She hoped that she had completely convinced Brandon, but she knew there was something she had to do.

She needed to know for sure. She wanted Denise to make love to her. She needed to know that Brandon was where she wanted and needed to be, and Denise was the person to help her see the light.

Carmen looked around the room. Tameka was supposed to be there hours ago. The basketball presentations were being made, and there was still no Tameka. She excused herself from the table and headed outside to call her.

The phone started to ring, but there was no answer. When the voice mail picked up, she called it again. She heard something in the distance, the sound of Fantasia's “Truth Is.” It was the ring tone Tameka had for her.

She quickly redialed, to follow the sound, only to find it was coming from around the corner. She redialed again, as the sound got closer and closer. She saw a room with the light on and door cracked. She redialed again; it was coming from that room.

Carmen cracked the door open just enough to see Tameka fingering some girl on a desk. The girl's strapless dress was up to her stomach, exposing her breast that Tameka was devouring.

Carmen could feel her heart break. She threw her phone at Tameka, causing them to both realize that she was there. Tameka looked at her and put her arm around the girl she was sexing.

“Not again. Tell me this isn't happening.” Carmen was crying hard.

As the girl stood up and fixed her dress, Tameka just looked at Carmen, showing no concern for her feelings. She turned to the girl and asked her if she was all right and told her that she would meet her outside. She caressed the girl's face and started to kiss her.

Carmen fell down to the floor.

The girl with Tameka smirked as she looked down at Carmen. “Sister, don't beg, it's not attractive,” she said as she walked by Carmen on the ground.

Tameka fixed her shirt. “Look, Carmen, it just wasn't meant to be.”

Carmen couldn't respond. She could feel all the breath in her leaving. She didn't want to move. She didn't want this to be happening.

“Why, Tameka? Why did you even come back to me if you knew you didn't want me? Do you know what I gave up for you? Why do you wish to hurt me so much?” She grabbed Tameka's leg to stop her from walking out the room. “You need to tell me why. Tell me why!”

Tameka looked down on her. “Look, Carmen, I admit that you being skinny was a turn-on, but inside you're still the same old Carmen, you're too weak for me.” She jerked her leg, causing Carmen to lose her grip as she walked out the door.

Carmen lay on the floor, crying and hoping that her pain would in some way be eased.

Cooley and Misha walked into one of the empty rooms in the University Center. Cooley quickly began to plead her case.

“Baby, look, believe me. I didn't do it. I didn'tâ”

Misha quickly cut her off. “Cooley, I know it wasn't your fault. I know my stank-ass sister tried to set you up.”

Cooley put her arms around Misha. “I am glad you understand. Baby, I thought I was losingâ”

“Cooley, please let me finish.” Misha pushed away from Cooley and sat on top of a table. “Cooley, I love you, and I admit that I am usually pretty happy with you, but honestly I can't go on love alone. Baby, it's too much shit with you. Girls playing on my phone, and leaving threatening notes on my door. Hell, a girl tried to kill you earlier today.”

“You know about that?”

“Yes, I know about it. Everyone knows about it. Did you think that these bitches weren't going to run and tell me everything that happened? Hell, I know your every step, even when I don't want to know.”

Tears started to roll down her face.

“Misha, just tell me what you want me to do, I will do it. If you don't want me to have a phone, I won't. If you don't want me to come to the U.C., I won't!” Cooley didn't like the way the conversation was heading.

“Baby, I can't do that to you. It's not fair to you. And living my life wondering what's about to happen is not fair to me. I can't do this anymore.”

Cooley was speechless; she was being dumped.

“Misha, come on, this is some bullshit, and you know it!” Cooley's hands started to shake; she couldn't control the anger that was taking over her body.

“Why is it bullshit? I didn't sign up for all this.”

“And you think I did? See, that's what the fuck I get for trying to do right. I mean, a nigga up here really trying to be all right and shit, and I'm still losing out. I should have stayed the way I was.” Cooley turned her back to Misha.

“Oh, really!” Misha walked up on Cooley. “Maybe you should have stayed a ho 'cause honestly, Cooley, you weren't ready for a relationship anyway.”

“What the fuck, Misha! I gave up everything for you!”

“No, you didn't you just put the shit on hold.” Misha rolled her eyes and crossed her hands.

Cooley was furious. “I gave up all the women, my phone number I have had for fucking years. I did all that for you!”

“So, it wasn't enough, Cooley!”

“Damn! What more did you want me to do, Misha!”

As Cooley yelled at the top of her lungs, it suddenly hit her that the tables were turned on her. All the times that women yelled at her for leaving them, now she was doing the same thing.

“You know what, Misha, fuck this shit. You want to roll, then roll. I don't need or want this shit. I don't yell and plead for no bitch to stay where she don't want to stay.”

Misha quickly turned and slapped Cooley.

“So, now I'm a bitch! See, I was right. You weren't ready. At the first sign of real trouble, I go from being the woman you want to be with to being just another bitch. Well, you know what, fuck you, Cooley! Fuck you!”

Cooley watched as Misha stormed out of the room. She wanted to go after her, but her pride just wouldn't let her.

Cooley headed out of the room, toward the ladies' bathroom. She had to gain her composure before heading back into the auditorium; she didn't want Misha to think that she had a real effect on her.

As she walked, she heard a faint whimper that began to grow louder as she walked closer to the bathroom. It was coming from one of the rooms down the hall. Cooley's heart began to beat fast as she finally approached the bathroom; she knew the voice well.

The door to the bathroom opened, bringing Cooley face to face with Misha again.

Misha quickly rolled her eyes at her.

“Look, Misha, um, I apologize for calling you a bitch. It was anger talking. I hope that one day we can be cool again, I just can't do it right now.” Cooley turned toward the hallway; the voice was becoming more distinct to her.

“Okay, um, do you hear that, too?” Misha said to Cooley, who was also looking down the hall.

“Hey, um, can you go tell Denise to meet me out here please.”

Misha quickly agreed and headed to the ballroom.

Cooley headed down the hall as the voice became louder. There was no doubt in her mind about the voice.

Before Misha could make it into the hall, Denise was walking through the door with a concerned look on her face.

“Hey, Denise, Cooley wantsâ”

“Have you seen Carmen?” Denise asked frantically.