Turned Out Saga (15 page)

“Why haven't you answered my phone calls?” Champagne asked Zyair when she was finally able to reach him. “I've been trying to call you all day.”

“Remember I told you I have a couple of meetings today? You know I'm trying to get financial backers.” Champagne forgot all about it. She'd been so consumed with herself. She almost felt bad for not really listening to Zyair, but not so bad that she'd hold back her wrath. “How come you didn't tell me what Thomas told you about Khalil?”

“I didn't know whether I should or not.”

“You didn't know?”

“That's what I said.” Zyair wasn't digging the tone of Champagne's voice. He'd been dealing with assholes all day, begging for money, and to now be putting up with some bullshit wasn't going to fly with him. “Listen, I think you need to stay out of this whole AlexisKhalil affair.”

Champagne couldn't believe he would say that, knowing how close they were. “So, you're telling me if you knew something about one of the women Thomas was messing with you wouldn't say anything?”

“Listen,” Zyair said, “I've had a long day, and I'm really not in the mood for a confrontation.”

Before Champagne could answer him, Shay buzzed in.

“Hold on,” Champagne told Zyair. “Who is it?”

“It's someone named Sharon.”

Champagne picked up the line Zyair was on and told him she'd call him back, that a client was on the other line. Why she lied, she didn't know, especially since she could have called Sharon back.

As soon as Champagne came back on the line, Sharon said, “What's up, sexy?”

“You.” Where that reply came from, Champagne had no idea.

“So did you tell your man about me?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“Honestly, I think he's having mixed feelings.”

“Mixed or jealous feelings?”

“Both.”

“So what's the final verdict?”

“Here's what I was thinking. Why don't you stop by his restaurant for a drink this weekend? That way you two can meet, and we'll take it from here.”

“I can do that.”

They continued to make small talk and hung up about fifteen minutes later.

What are you doing?
Champagne asked herself. She needed to just drop this whole thing, but she was like a woman possessed.

She didn't know if she should bring it up again when she arrived home. She didn't want Zyair to let his imagination run too wild and start thinking she was going to do this with or without him. A part of her was thinking about doing just that but she didn't want to go behind his back. She preferred to be upfront about everything. She didn't like being secretive, and that's why she wanted to tell Alexis what she knew.

Champagne called into the intercom, “Candy!” She needed an outsider's opinion. “Come here please.”

Ten seconds later, Candy was walking in the office.

“Yes?”

“Let me ask you a question. If you knew that your friend's mate did some things in the past that were just foul and may potentially be doing them now, would you tell them?”

Candy didn't need to think about it at all. “What I would do is get hardcore evidence. Or I'd let the person know what I know, and that if they don't tell, I will. I'll give that person the room to come clean.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Candy stood waiting. “Is there anything else?”

“Nope. Nothing else.”

Champagne hoped Thomas would hurry up and call her back. She didn't want to walk around carrying this burden, withholding important information from a friend.

* * *

In his office, Zyair was agitated, and all Champagne did was agitate him even more. How did she know what Thomas told him? There was only one way and that's Thomas' ass. Zyair picked up his phone and dialed the number.

The answering service came on.

“Call me. I want to know what you told Champagne and when you told her.”

As he was hanging up the telephone, DaNeen poked her head in the office. “You have a minute?”

“I do,” he told her.

She stepped in. “When do you think we'll be able to sit down and go over my business plan?”

“We can do it tonight,” Zyair said, not in a rush to get home just to be told off.

“Are you sure? I don't want to put you out or anything.”

“Nah, I'm sure. What's your schedule for today?”

“I get off at seven.”

“Well, come by my office then.”

DaNeen said, “Thank you,” and walked away.

Zyair found himself following her with his eyes.
What am I doing?

* * *

Champagne was exhausted. The past couple of weeks were draining. She'd set up her office, got adjusted to her new environment, hired new employees, met a prospective lover, and found out her best friend was engaged to a man she couldn't stand and didn't know why.

She also entertained a couple of her former clients who stopped by, brought gifts, and expressed interest in becoming her client exclusively. They told her that they stayed with Jackson because of her. She just felt, though, that she needed to be careful and not take on too many clients. But, then again, what was “enough”? Champagne walked through the front door of her house, dropped her briefcase near the couch, and went straight to the kitchen. She kicked off her shoes and went over to the cabinet for a wineglass, placed it on the counter and went to the refrigerator and took out her bottle of Moscato, an inexpensive, but smooth wine.

Zyair sometimes got on her about drinking cheap wine but she just ignored him. She'd drink whatever she felt like drinking. After pouring a glass, she headed toward the living room. Suddenly, she turned around and grabbed the whole bottle.

Once in the living room, Champagne placed the bottle on the coffee table, stretched out on the chaise, and proceeded to sip her wine.

The next thing you know, she was being awakened by Zyair. “Hey, sleepy head.” He kissed her on the forehead.

Champagne sat up and glanced at the time on the television. It read 1:32 a.m. “You're just now getting home?”

Zyair sat at the end of the chaise. “Yeah. I thought I would be home earlier, but two of my coworkers got into it in front of the customers and I had to intervene.”

Champagne glanced at the empty bottle next to her.

Zyair followed her gaze. “I see you had a party by yourself.”

“I was trying to unwind,” Champagne said, pulling herself up off the couch. She grabbed the bottle and her empty glass and headed toward the kitchen, Zyair following right behind her. She placed the bottle and glass on the counter.

Zyair didn't feel like walking on eggshells. “Do you want to talk about this Alexis thing? I don't want it to blow out of proportion, and you hold on to being upset with me.”

“No. I have to make up my own mind about how I want to handle this.”

Relieved, Zyair turned to walk away.

“But,” Champagne started, turning him back around, “I am still upset that you knew about it and didn't tell me.”

“Well, how did you know I knew anything?”

Champagne went on to tell him about Alexis coming to the office and announcing her engagement.

Even he was surprised and thought it was too soon for that.

“So I had to call Thomas to tell him.”

Zyair wasn't buying it. “You called him because you knew he would react.”

Champagne didn't deny it. This bothered Zyair. She wasn't one to call up his boys, and for her to call Thomas over something like this, he knew she was up to no good.

“Don't go destroying friendships behind this mess.”

Champagne whined, “I'm not.”

“I hope not.” Zyair turned to walk away then stopped. “Are you getting ready to go to bed?” He placed his hand on the small of her back.

From the low tone of his voice and from the way he was looking at her, Champagne knew he was in the mood. All she was in the mood for was a quickie. Not wanting to let him down, she asked him, “Are you making me a proposition?”

“Of course.”

“Well”—Champagne placed her hands on the front of his pants and grabbed his penis—“I have a proposition for you.” She could feel him getting excited.

“Yeah?”

“Why don't we do it right here, right now? All I have to do is pull my skirt up and bend over. How'd you like that?” Champagne started to unbutton his pants.

“I thought maybe I could take a shower first.”

“Well, I think you can take a shower afterward. Come on, let's be spontaneous.” She had his pants and underwear down, and Zyair stood at attention.

“Maybe that's not such a bad idea.”

Champagne turned around, pulled up her wrinkled skirt, and pulled down her panties. “Do your thing, baby.”

Zyair couldn't get into her fast enough. “How do you want it?”

“Fast and hard.” Champagne started moving back into him.

Neither of them said a word, until Zyair exploded inside her. “Damn!” was all he could say as he pulled out.

The following morning at the breakfast table, Champagne decided,
To hell with it.
She said to Zyair, “Can I call Sharon and have her come by tonight?”

“Why tonight?”
Why is she asking me this now,
he wondered.
Why did tonight have to be the night? Didn't I put it down in the bedroom last night?

“Honestly?”

“Yes, honestly.”

“I keep thinking about it, and I want to move past it. I think the only way to do that is to do it.”

Zyair realized that this was something that wasn't going to go away. There was no way out, and he too was ready to end this chapter, so he agreed.

“Are you sure?”

Zyair felt like he really didn't have a choice in the matter, so he told her he was positive.

Later that afternoon, Champagne called Sharon and told her, “Tonight's the night.”

“He said it was okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are we meeting at your house?”

“Yes.”

“Champagne, are you sure about this? You think he's going to be able to handle it?”

“He handled it in Jamaica.”

“Yeah, but this time is different. This time it's on the home front.”

“I don't think he would have agreed to it if he couldn't handle it.”

“All right, if you say so.”

Champagne proceeded to give Sharon directions to her address, and the time she should arrive.

That day Champagne wasn't able to focus on anything at the office. Her mind kept drifting, imagining what was going to happen. Thank God, it was Friday, because had it been any other day, her clients would have been shit out of luck.

The day couldn't go by fast enough, and when the time came for it to go down, Champagne and Zyair were walking around the house in total silence and anticipation. He was dressed comfortably in sweats and a T-shirt, and she had on a shirt-dress, with nothing underneath.

“How do you think it's going to start?” she asked him.

“I don't know,” Zyair told her. “Let just let whatever happens happen naturally.”

Champagne agreed. From that point on, she started watching the clock, waiting for Sharon to arrive.

From the time Sharon walked through the door, Zyair felt like a third wheel. Sharon came bearing gifts for Champagne, handing her flowers and candy.

Zyair thought Champagne was a little too happy, and immediately became jealous. He offered Sharon a drink.

She declined then said, “Listen, we don't have to play the get-to-know-you game. We all know why I'm here. So where's the bedroom?”

Her aggressiveness threw Zyair off but turned Champagne on. Zyair wondered,
Should I follow them or wait until I was called?

He didn't have to wonder much longer because Champagne told him, “Come on.”

Zyair was a little bothered by the whole thing. One, it was moving too fast, and two it was obvious he was just there to observe.

Champagne entered the room first. It seemed like it only took a couple of strides for Sharon to be standing in front of Champagne, and Zyair sat in the corner watching, taking it all in.

Sharon reached out and ran her hand down Champagne's face. “I want you.”

Scared, Champagne could feel the nervousness in her stomach. She wondered,
How would the sex start? What would Zyair do while me and Sharon made love? Would he stay the whole time? Would he leave the room? How long would it last? Would Zyair want Sharon to leave immediately, or would she stay the night?

Champagne glanced over at Zyair, who nodded his approval, silently telling her, “Get the show on the road.”

Champagne led Sharon to the bed.
Should I stand? Should I sit?
She decided to stand and leaned in to kiss Sharon. She'd been wanting to kiss her since the day they'd met.

Sharon pulled back. “Let me kiss you.”

Champagne relaxed and waited, and Sharon leaned in and softly placed her lips on Champagne's. Sharon pushed open her mouth and slowly ran her tongue in it. Her kiss was passionate and unrushed.

Champagne could feel her pussy throbbing. She wanted to grab Sharon's hand and press it against her pussy. Sharon must have been reading her mind because she told her, “Don't rush it.”

Zyair sat back and let them do their thing. He released a tight breath. It was going to happen again, and this time, he was filled, not with anticipation, but with apprehension. He wanted to yell out, “All right, get going,” but he knew that would ruin the mood.

Sharon led Champagne to the bed and slowly unbuttoned Champagne's shirt-dress. She was surprised to find that Champagne wore nothing underneath. “So you're ready for me?”

“Yes.”

“Lay on the bed.”

Zyair sat in the comer and admitted to himself, he was turned on. He wanted to take his dick out and play with it but decided to wait. He just let his hands drop to his side.

Champagne lay back on the bed, her dress open, and Sharon leaned over and ran one of her hands down her torso. “You're so toned.”

When her hands reached Champagne's pussy, she cupped it and pressed the top of her palm down.

Champagne moaned and arched her back.

Sharon then leaned over Champagne and ran her tongue across Champagne's nipple so gently, it felt like a breeze. She did this repeatedly. Then she squeezed both breasts together and bit down.

This caused Champagne to jump. It hurt, yet it felt good.

Sharon, seeing Champagne's response, did this a few more times. Then she made her way down to Champagne's pussy.

Once between Champagne's legs, she played with her pussy lips, pulling on them with her hands and teeth.

Zyair stirred in his seat.

Sharon looked up at him and told him, “You can come closer,” and he did.

Sharon sniffed Champagne's pussy. “I hope you taste as good as you smell.” She placed two fingers in Champagne's pussy and opened and closed them. She did this with one hand, while squeezing Champagne's nipples with the other. “I'm about to eat this pussy raw,” she said. Then she slid her fingers out real slow and stuck her tongue as far up in Champagne's pussy as it would go.

Zyair watched, intrigued. Sharon's tongue was so far up Champagne's pussy, even he was impressed.

Sharon started to move her tongue in circles, then made it pointy and tongue-fucked Champagne.

Champagne reached down and grabbed Sharon's head.

Sharon took this as a sign to move to Champagne's clitoris. She didn't have to go searching for it because it was in her face, hard and ready to be sucked.

While Sharon sucked, licked, and nibbled on Champagne's clitoris, Zyair had his hands in his pants stroking his dick.

It wasn't long before Champagne called out, “Oh, shit, I'm about to cum.”

Sharon wasn't ready for her to cum yet. She wanted this to last a little while longer, so she removed her mouth.

Champagne tried to pop up but Sharon pushed her back down.

“What are you doing?” Champagne asked.

Not answering her, Sharon placed one finger, then two, then three inside Champagne. Then she pulled them out and placed them in her mouth, sucking on them one at a time.

That shit turned Zyair on so much that he had to stroke his dick harder and faster than he wanted to.

“You like that?” Sharon asked Champagne. “Do you want to taste it?”

She dipped her fingers back in, pulled them out, and placed them in Champagne's mouth.

Tasting her own juices made Champagne want to taste Sharon's but before she could say anything, Sharon replaced her fingers with her mouth once again. This time it was obvious that she was ready to make Champagne explode.

Champagne closed her eyes and started grinding her hips against Sharon's mouth.

All the while, Zyair was playing with his dick. He wasn't doing it to cum. He was going to save that for Champagne.

Suddenly a sound escaped from Champagne. It sounded like it was coming from the essence of her being.

Sharon continued to suck and lick until Champagne's body stopped quivering.

Zyair stood up. He wanted to kiss Champagne. He needed to be a part of this.

“Let me watch you fuck her,” Sharon told him.

Champagne looked at Zyair. She sat up, took her dress off, and turned over. “Fuck me from behind.” She looked at Sharon and told her, “You lay on the bed. I want to see what you taste like,” surprising both Zyair and Sharon.

“You don't have to,” Sharon told her.

“I want to.”

Sharon looked at Zyair.

“If that's what she wants.”

Sharon got undressed, and Zyair couldn't help but notice how similar her body was to Champagne's.

Champagne watched Zyair watch Sharon. She wasn't jealous because she knew that Sharon wasn't into men.

When Sharon lay on the bed, Champagne looked at her. “Let me know if I'm not doing this right.”

“I'm sure you'll do just fine. Just do to me what you like done to you.”

Champagne looked at Zyair and told him, “Give me a minute.”

He stepped back and took his shirt and pants off. He watched while Champagne massaged Sharon's breasts and played with her nipples.

Champagne then started kissing Sharon. Her heart was racing, she was anxious. She wondered if she would like the taste of pussy or if it would turn her off. She had to find out. Sliding down Sharon's legs, she pulled Sharon to the edge of the bed and got on her knees.

Zyair took this as a sign and knelt as well.

Champagne placed her head between Sharon's legs and ran her tongue on the inside of Sharon's walls. Then she covered Sharon's pussy with her mouth.

“Do to me what you like,” Sharon said.

Champagne started imitating how Zyair ate her pussy. She found, to her surprise, that she liked the taste. “Come on,” she told Zyair, “put your dick in me.” He didn't have to be told twice. He entered her with such force. He wanted her to know that he was the master of that pussy.

Champagne started pushing back.

He took that as a sign to fuck her harder. The harder he fucked her, the more passionate she was in eating Sharon's pussy.

Sharon grabbed Champagne's head. “Shit, girl, are you sure you haven't done this before? You going to make me cum all over that face.”

On that note, Zyair looked up. He watched Sharon's face as she came all over Champagne's mouth, which made him cum as well. He pushed his dick up as far as it would go in Champagne's pussy.

When he was done, he was surprised to find that he was still semihard.

Champagne felt like she was in another zone. She told Zyair, “Put it in my ass.”

Still inside her, he asked, “Are you sure?”

“Come on, do it now before I change my mind.”

He pulled out of her pussy, spread her cheeks apart, and slowly entered her ass, using her pussy juices as a lubricant. He was ecstatic, because she'd always told him, “The ass is a special treat.”

They both closed their eyes.

Sharon climbed off the bed and sat on the floor. She was intrigued with what was going on as she watched Zyair move in and out of Champagne's ass real slow and steady. She placed her hands under Champagne and found her clitoris, and started pressing on it.

This made Champagne move along with Zyair, causing his dick to go in deeper.

“Awwww,” Zyair kept repeating over and over, his eyes closed. “This feels so good.”

Champagne couldn't speak. She was too busy enjoying the feel of Sharon's fingers and the pressure of Zyair's dick going in and out of her ass. They'd done this a couple of times before, but it was a while ago, and she'd forgotten how good it felt.

“I'm going to cum again,” Zyair yelled.

“I am too. Press harder, Sharon,” Champagne said. Sharon did as she was instructed.

Shortly after, Zyair and Champagne came together.

When it was done, he pulled out of Champagne real slow. “I'm going to the bathroom to get a rag. I'll be back.”

When he left the room, Champagne lay and looked at Sharon, who was standing up. “You don't want to lay down?”

“No, I think I'm going to be leaving.”

“You don't have to leave.”

Sharon sat on the bed and rubbed Champagne's face. “Thank you.”

“No, we should be thanking you.” Sharon bent over to kiss Champagne.

They were so deep into the kiss that neither of them noticed when Zyair walked in the room. He stood there with the rag in his hand and watched them. When they pulled away from one another, he walked over and handed Champagne a warm rag.

He looked at Sharon. “Do you want to take a shower?”

“That would be nice.”

After wiping and sitting up, Champagne said, “I'll show her where everything is.”

* * *

That night after Sharon left, as Zyair and Champagne lay in bed, he asked her, “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, but I was concerned about you.”

This surprised Zyair. He didn't think Champagne realized he was in the room half the time. “I'm glad to hear that because emotionally I was messed up. On one hand I wanted it to stop, then I didn't want it to stop. I wasn't sure how involved or uninvolved I should be.”

“Well, whatever decision you made was the right one.”

He moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, and together they spooned. “I have to tell you what made me feel better was when you allowed us to have anal sex in front of her. That made me feel like I was a priority.”