Spilling To A Stranger
Shay
I’ve successfully acted like I’m okay. I fed my men with a smile. I stayed in the kitchen all morning, making salsa, chips, my mini pies and whatever else I could think of. I may have gone overboard to avoid them. I mean, I didn’t rebuff conversation when they asked if I needed help. I even asked if they could run to the store for me for something. I was cheery, I smiled, I just avoided touching and actual conversation. To do that, I made stuffed tomato cherries with chicken salad. Little crab cakes, my mini pies, homemade chips and salsa, zucchini boats stuffed with Italian sausage, mozzarella and homemade marinara sauce. I also made mini meatballs in barbecue sauce. The last thing I did was make a fruit and veggie tray with dips, but I carved all the fruits and veggies in flower designs. By the time it was time to go, I had probably made enough food to feed everyone without whatever everyone else was making and bringing.
“Wow, babe, you really went all out,” Bryce said.
“Yeah, guess I went a little overboard, just wanted to make sure there was something for everyone, I guess.”
“Well, you sure did that. I can’t wait to try everything,” he said with a smile. I gave a small smile back. I was able to get
everything in my car, but that left no room for them, so they took the Camaro.
I had changed into a sundress and sandals. And all the way over to Isha’s, I gnawed on my bottom lip. I was embarrassed. I think that was the biggest thing, and I hurt my own feelings. All this talk about being it for them. I thought
that equated to them falling in love, but obviously that’s all in my head. I was it for them, but I guess that’s for now, most
likely until something better comes along.
I shook my head vigorously. Stop it. Those are old thoughts from old hurts. They wouldn’t cheat and toss me aside, they
are honorable, they’ll be straight up when they are done with me. I was literally in Bryson’s arms naked and nothing. I told
Bryce I loved him, and he looked at me like I was trying to trap him. I chuckled. This is all on me. I f*cked up. That’s okay, I can play it cool. Today is supposed to be a fun day, all our friends are going to be there, and even some new people,
according to Isha’s text, telling me that there were going to be an extra six people, single women that she and Savvy knew. Maybe it was a good thing I went overboard with appetizers.
When we pulled up, Dawson and Davis were outside with Isha. They were talking to a couple of women I’d never seen
before.
I waved when I got out and Isha came over to help me unload.
“Wow,” Isha said when I opened my trunk, and the back doors of my car.
“Yeah, I kind of had some extra energy this morning.”
“Well, we definitely have enough for everyone. This party kind of exploded. Hey, are you okay? You look a little down.”
“What? You can tell?” I thought I was hiding it.
“You’re one of my best friends and my sister-in-law, of course I can tell.”
“Well, hopefully only you can. I wanna wait until I have Ava, Savvy and James around too. I do need to talk.”
“Okay, don’t worry, when the party gets jumpin’, I’ll make sure we have a corner for us.”
“Great, so who are these single ladies you and Savvy know?”
*James too. Just some women that I’ve networked with that I’ve gone out to lunch with a couple of times. Friends of Savvy’s from her homesteading group and a friend of James from his school. I met James’ friend. Her name is Camille, she’s something. Has an amazing personality. She calls herself big, bold and hilarious. She’s fabulous really. She makes
Spilling To A Stranger
a lot of jokes about herself though. I think she tries to hide her insecurities by being funny. But I really like her.”
I nodded, and we started bringing all the food in.
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I was busy taking the lids off of the mini-pies half an hour later. Ford started the grill, everyone seemed to be having a good time. The guys were in the pool playing volleyball. I had met everyone Isha introduced me to, and I got to say Camille was hilarious. She was a plus-sized girl with a very curvaceous body. She had a one-piece tropical-themed bathing suit on with a see-through matching cover-up. She told me her dad was Nigerian and her mother was Japanese. She joked that she had her father’s melanin skin and her mother’s Japanese hair and that it made for a gorgeous combo with her gray eyes. I agreed, I didn’t know why she joked about it. She was very exotic looking, and I was fascinated by her. She was bold, and had an opinion about everything. She was helping me in the kitchen and gushed over my mini
pies.
“My fat a*s will probably eat six of these,” she said.
“Camille, you can have as many as you want. I know I’ll be eating one of each flavor.”
“Where do you put it all, you’re skinny.”
“I have a high metabolism, I can eat anything.”
“Ugh, you b*tch,” she said good-heartedly.
“So, what do you do for a living?” I asked.
“I design clothes for bigger women. There are all these beautiful clothes out there for women that are more aesthetically
pleasing to the world. Us big girls need more options. I embrace my curves, others should too.”
“That sounds amazing. Do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend?”
“Why, you interested?” she asked with a wink as she popped one of my cherry tomatoes in her mouth. She moaned and
took another.
“If I was in to women, I’d give you a try,” I said cheekily.
She chuckled, “These are to die for.”
Thank you. This is what I like to do. I like to make food that people enjoy.”
“You should open your own eatery up.”
That’s the plan some day.”
“To answer your question, no. I haven’t found anyone that would enjoy all of this. My last relationship was a lot of give and take. I gave my all, and he took it all for granted. I finally came to my senses and left him after ten years. The ass has been trying to get me back for three months, but I refuse. Once I’m gone, I am gone, no looking back ever.”
“Good for you. There are a lot of good-looking men here. I’m sure you can find one to give you a good time.”
She scoffed with a tiny laugh. “Men that look like them don’t go for the bigger girls like me. They go for girls like you and that gorgeous woman, Savvy. Even Isha and Ava have a better chance than I do. Isha’s a curvy little thing with a great ass and rack, and she’s stunning, and Ava has those thicker thighs and ass, but she still has a small waist and perky boobs. I am a size twenty, I have a lot of ass and ginormous t’ts that hang low when not held up with Herculean effort from my bras and bathing suits,” she said, laughing.
“I don’t know Camille. You may be a bigger woman, but you carry it well and you’re f*cking beautiful. You’re funny and bold and just from talking to you, I can tell you’re intelligent. You’re a whole package.”
“Why thank you, Shay, I think you’re my new best friend.”
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“Anytime babes,” I said with a wink.
“So tell me, are any of those hunks out there yours?”
I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, two of them, for now at least.”
“Two? Wow, and what’s “at least for now,” supposed to mean?”
I thought for a minute, I did like her, but I didn’t really know her. But then again, maybe getting a stranger’s perspective might be easier.
I looked up from fiddling with the crab cakes and I felt tears fill my eyes. F*ck.
“Oh, sweetie. Hey, what’s wrong? I know we just met, but if you want me to, I can go kick some ass. I know Karate.”
That had me bursting out laughing as I wiped my tears and shook my head.
“It’s nothing really, just my stupid head. One of my men is going through something. We ran into one of his old friends who f*cked him over a while ago, and it got him in a funk. He hasn’t touched me intimately in a couple of days and I know it’s dumb of me to make this about myself, but it kind of hurts he isn’t turning to me for comfort. I mean I was in his arms butt ass naked and he didn’t do anything. It’s not like him, so I felt a little insecure. I mean, for some contexts, we’ve just recently gotten together. He and my other guy are best friends and they both liked me, so instead of making me choose, we are in a throuple together, which I love, and I thought they did too. I whispered to my guy that I loved him. He was sleeping, so I know he didn’t hear me, but I really do. Then I had s*x with my other guy, and he confessed he got scared knowing that the guy that screwed my first guy over talked to me, and he didn’t like it. So, I reassured him and I told him I
loved him and Bryson, my other guy. He kind of froze, and stumbled to say something back. So, I let him off the hook and told him it was no big deal. Except, I think it is a big deal because I’ve been spiraling in my mind ever since. Sorry, I guess
you can add easy to talk with to your friendship resume.”
She smiled and put her hand on my arm and squeezed.
“You should sit them down and talk to them. Maybe the guy you said I love you to after s*x has never been in love before.
He might not know the feeling yet. And your other guy, he just needs to process everything. Being there for him and
letting him do that is the best you can do.”
I nodded. Maybe she was right. “Or maybe we moved too fast, and they are just realizing this is all too much. I mean we work together and now live together. We don’t have our own space to process. I don’t need it, but maybe they do.” I paused in thought, and then said what I was afraid of, “What I do know is I should have kept my mouth shut. It was all going so good and I ruined it.
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