As Aimee watched Marc's car disappear around the corner, she stiffened her back and turned in the opposite direction. "Fuck him," she thought to herself, beginning the walk back to Tara's house. "He was a one night stand, so who cares?" But for some reason, she couldn't quite stop her eyes from filling with tears. He had somehow filled her mind and her heart, and what she was feeling was even more than she felt when she was with Keith. That alone was amazing. It only solidified in her mind that she and Keith weren't meant to be. That much was apparent, but what was she to do now? She'd invested so much into her relationship with him that she didn't know where to go from here. Her wedding dress was already hanging in her closet, the church was reserved, and Keith loved her. Some black man that was only good for one night wasn't going to ruin her well planned life. Aimee sighed as she came to the conclusion that maybe one day she'd love Keith as much as he loved her.
Marriage wasn't based on love, her mother had told her. The love comes later. First you start with like, trust, and stability. And slowly, the love grows. Keith definitely had the stability down. That was the main reason Aimee's parents were so excited about the upcoming wedding. He had already graduated with his law degree and now had a prestigious law firm awaiting his return from their honeymoon. As Aimee trudged up the stairs leading to her best friends apartment, she decided that she'd call Keith immediately and work this out. But first she had to let Tara know what was going on, and swear her to secrecy. No one else needed to know what had happened between her and Marc. And Marc definitely wouldn't be around again to ruin her life.
Tara answered after her first knock, and smiled uneasily at her. She held the door open silently, and Aimee stepped inside, not saying a word. Her embarrassment was apparent enough and Tara, being the good friend she was, wouldn't even bring it up. Aimee knew this and was grateful for it. Tara hugged her friend and then they went into the living room where they talked. Aimee explained everything and Tara swore to keep the secret. The other girls thought Aimee had come back to her apartment the night before, and thats how it was to stay. After their hour long discussion, Tara silently handed the cordless to Aimee and slipped out of the room to give her best friend some privacy.
Aimee swallowed and dialed Keith's number. He picked up on the first ring, his voice frantic with worry.
"It's me." Aimee said, closing her eyes as she took the first step into her new life.
Keith showed up 10 minutes later and Aimee left with him. He had hugged her tightly as soon as he entered Tara's apartment, his tears soaking her sweatshirt. He didn't even question her odd outfit, something they both knew she would never wear. He was so loving and accepting, and Aimee questioned what she ever saw in Marc. She resolved to give Keith the best of her and swore to never mess up again.
When they arrived back at Aimee's condo, Keith pushed her back onto her couch and began frantically covering her face with kisses. His thin lips were dry and she closed her eyes, enduring his sloppy way of showing her he loved her. His hands slid under her hoody and cupped her breasts, squeezing them much too hard. She hissed and tried to pull away from him, but he refused to let go. He struggled to jerk her top off and she finally convinced him to let her do it. Aimee dropped the sweatshirt onto the floor and leaned back, her breasts falling out of her black bra from Keith's manhandling. He grasped the material and yanked, causing the straps to rip and her breasts to be fully exposed. Aimee gasped and tried to sit up, but he was on her quickly, his mouth sucking at her nipples, his teeth biting everywhere he could find.
"Keith, please! Baby, slow down, be gentle." she said, pushing on his shoulders as he gnawed at her flesh.
"Why?" he said against her stomach, "You let that nigger fuck you, why can't I?"
Aimee gasped and shoved as hard as she could, causing him to lose his balance and fall backward off the couch.
"What did you just say?" she yelled, looking down at him with contempt.
"I'm not stupid Aimee. Fuck girl, you know that Cari called me the moment she got home. She's my cousin for God's sake. She told me you left with some, some...damned nigger! What the hell were you thinking Aimee? You having some jungle fever? You never let me touch you, but you let him fuck you? Why?"
Aimee stared at Keith, amazed at this new side of him. "What makes you think I fucked him? Was Cari there, Keith? You're going to take her word over your fiancee's?"
"I can smell him on you, Aimee. His stench is all over your skin. And so I decided that if he got to fuck, that I, being your FIANCE and all, should at least get what he got. Hell, I should get more. And if you won't give it, then I'll take it."
With that he pounced on her, his much stronger body holding her to the couch. He grasped her neck with one hand and used the other to rip her sweatpants down. Aimee fought, but it was futile. Keith was much more muscular and outweighed her by a good 50 pounds. She was definitely no match for her out of control fiance. She cried silently as he shoved her thighs apart and pushed two of his fingers inside her.
"Did he do this to you?" he growled as he finger fucked her roughly. His left hand fumbled with the snap of his jeans and he pushed them down over his hips, his thin 6 inch erection springing out. Before she could stop him, he had thrust forward and buried his cock inside of her. Aimee began crying harder as he fucked her brutally, his penis jabbing faster and faster into her. Finally, a minute or so after he started, he was finished. He cried out as he came inside her, his fingers digging deep into her breasts as he shot off. When he was finished, he rolled off the couch onto the floor and lay there, eyes closed.
"That was fucking incredible Aimee. Now that we're even, we can forget about last night and what just happened. Nobody has to know about either of them, and we'll get married as planned." He sat up and stuffed his penis back into his briefs, and then zipped his jeans up. Keith stood and looked down at Aimee, who was curled into the fetal position on her couch, her body shaking with sobs.
"Come on now, Aimee. I know you liked it. You let him fuck you, I know that your a whore. Just admit it, I'll still marry you. You'll just have to learn to be MY whore." With that he slapped her ass and left, leaving her crying on the couch.
When she was sure he was gone, she ran to the front door and snapped the lock and turned the deadbolt. Still crying she took her sore body into the bathroom and turned the shower on as hot as she could stand it. Easing under the steaming spray, she scrubbed her skin until it was red, and stinging. When she couldn't stand it anymore, she turned off the water and stepped out of the tub, wrapping her body in a large towel. She went to her bedroom and curled up in the middle of her bed, and cried herself to sleep.
When Aimee awoke it was already dark. She lay in her bed, still not believing what Keith had done to her. She made herself get up and get dressed. She'd go to Tara and see what she thought she should do. Aimee slipped on her favorite jeans and a light sweater. After lacing her cross trainers, she grabbed her keys and headed to Tara's. She was so consumed by what happened, she didn't even notice the Honda sitting alongside the curb in front of Tara's apartment building.
Aimee ran up the steps and pounded on the front door. When Tara didn't immediately respond, she beat on it harder. Finally, the door swung inward and Aimee burst into tears when she saw her best friend.
"Keith raped me!" she cried stumbling into Tara's arms. Aimee clutched her friend like she was drowning, and Tara almost fell over as Aimee threw herself at her.
"What? What did you say?" Tara asked, pushing her friend away a little, and holding her by her upper arms.
