Turned Out Saga (8 page)

There was really nothing left for Champagne to say. Alexis was going to do what she wanted to do anyway. “Okay, let's do this,” Champagne suggested. “Let's go back to the table and start all over. I promise, I won't be an asshole.”

“You promise?”

Champagne took her hand, and together they walked out of the bathroom.

Later that night Champagne waited for Zyair to come home. She couldn't wait to tell him about Khalil. She was hoping to convince Zyair to investigate him. She knew he did it with his employees, so why wouldn't he do it for her friend?

“Are you crazy?” he asked her. “What are you thinking of, invading someone's privacy like that?”

“Well, you do it for your employees.”

“That's different. That's because they'll be working for me, handling my money.”

“But she's my best friend. I'm worried about her.”

“She's a grown-ass woman, Champagne.” Champagne felt like he wasn't even trying to understand. She wanted him to get that the reason she was concerned is because Alexis just met this guy and for her to be calling him her man so soon just didn't sit right with Champagne. As a matter-of-fact, he didn't fit right to her either. There was something about him that just really bothered her. She didn't know what it was, but whatever it was, she was going to find out one way or another, with or without Zyair's help.

“You don't think you're just jealous?” Zyair asked.

“Why the heck would I be jealous?”

“Because you think you're going to lose your best friend.”

Champagne rolled her eyes.

“It was just a thought.”

Champagne knew there was some truth to it, that there was more than a slight chance that he was right. After all, Alexis was her best friend and had always been available to her. Whenever she wanted to do something, or needed someone to talk to, all she had to do was pick up the phone and Alexis was there.

The more Champagne thought about it, the more messed up she felt. She now saw how much she benefited from her friend being single. How messed up was that? Champagne also recalled the many occasions Alexis wanted to spend time with her and she was unable to, because Zyair had made plans.

She recalled the saying that some people take comfort in another's misery. She hoped she wasn't that type of person. Champagne knew she should be happy for Alexis. It was about time she got involved with someone. She just didn't want things to change, and she knew they would. So before Khalil took Alexis away, Champagne was going to look into his background and make sure he was worthy of her.

She knew she was wrong, but she convinced herself that it would be worth it, should something pop up. If it didn't, that would be even better, because then they could do things together as couples.

Champagne told Zyair, “You know what, sweetie, it's not my business. I'm reading way more into this than I should. And not only that, who's to say that's it going to last?”

“Good. What you need to be doing, instead of thinking about Alexis and her new man, is focusing on your new business. You know you're about to start your interviewing process. Why don't you get together your list of questions?”

Champagne knew Zyair was right once again, and she planned on doing just that in the morning, after she was well rested and she could concentrate on what she was doing.

Later that night Champagne was awakened by Zyair's touch as he pressed up against her ass. She turned over and touched his face.

“What were you dreaming about?” he asked. “You were moaning and playing with yourself.”

“Get out of here.” Champagne recalled that she was having a sexy-ass dream, but there was no way in hell she was playing with herself.

“No, for real, you were.”

Damn, she was busted. She was dreaming that she was making love to a woman. Was she that turned-on that it was affecting her sleep? Reality had set in. She realized that it wasn't only in her waking hours that she thought about her sexual escapade in Hedonism. She was consumed with it day and night. She tried to tell herself that what happened was a one-time thing, but she was slowly starting to think it went far deeper than that.

That night in Hedonism stirred something up in her.

Another person might say it brought out the freak in her. She didn't know what it meant. All she knew for certain was that she wanted to try it again.

Why? Why her? Other than the fact that the way Whisper caressed her, kissed her, and put her lips on her pussy made her feel good. Or was it the way Whisper was certain of herself and her skills? There was a tenderness about it, something she'd never experienced before.

Now, don't get her wrong, Champagne felt these things from Zyair but this was on another level. They say, women know what women want, when they want it, and how they want it. Well, it sure seemed like it, because the way Whisper made love to her pussy, devouring it like it was the best dessert she ever had, still had her thinking, wishing, and wanting.

They, whoever they are, also say that women have a deeper understanding of each other in and out of bed. Champagne couldn't verify any of that on a relationship level but she could on a friendship level because sometimes when she was going through it or having a moment and Zyair couldn't relate, she would call Alexis, who would know instantly what to say or what to do about it.

Damn, why was this consuming her? She wished she had someone she could talk to about it, spill her desires out to without being judged but there was no one. She definitely wasn't going to tell Alexis.

“So,” Zyair said, interrupting her thoughts, “what were you dreaming about?”

Champagne decided to be honest.
What the heck! What is he going to do or say, other than have more questions or want details?
“I was dreaming about sex . . . sex with a woman.”

Champagne could read the interest on Zyair's face as he moved closer to her. If he got any closer, he would have been inside her.

“Want to tell me about it?”

Champagne recalled the details but she just didn't want to give them up. What she was willing to give up, though, was the fact that she'd been having these thoughts a lot lately. “I don't really remember the details.” Champagne saw the look of disappointment on Zyair's face. “Zyair?”

“Yes?” There was hope in his voice.

“I know that we're trying to better our relationship, and I also know that the only way to do that is with honesty.”

On the honesty note, Zyair sat up again and braced himself. He was starting to get nervous. When someone started talking about honesty in a relationship, you couldn't help but wonder where they were going with this. He wanted to rush her along and make her get to whatever point she was trying to make, to say whatever she had to say, so he could deal with it.

“Go on.”

Laying on her back, looking up at the ceiling, Champagne said, “I think I might want to try, I might want to, um . . .” Damn, how come she couldn't just say it? Why couldn't she just say she wanted to be with a woman again, and not while intoxicated? She wanted to be sure that she enjoyed it as much as she remembered.

Zyair seemed so interested in her dream that she hoped he'd be like, “Good. Let's do this,” or maybe it was just something he wanted to see once more. Maybe this time around he would want to take part in it, and that wasn't something she felt she could handle. If he said yes, would it now be an open relationship? Was an open relationship something she wanted? What would it consist of? Would he be sleeping with other women? Would he go down on them?

After thinking it over, Champagne was pissed she even opened her mouth.

Growing more anxious by the moment, Zyair told her, “Go on and say it. Say what's on your mind. I love you no matter—”

Before he could finish, Champagne said, “I want to sleep with another woman.” There she'd said it and couldn't take it back. Would she regret it? She didn't know why she even felt the need to tell him. Maybe she should have kept it to herself and did this on her own, but she didn't want to sneak.

“You want to what?” This is definitely not what he was expecting her to say.

Champagne covered her face. “You know what? Never mind. Forget I said anything.”

The last thing Zyair wanted Champagne to do was close down. He removed her hands. “There's no need to take it back. I want whatever you want. I want for us to try new things. I want for us to be able to tell each other our fantasies. I don't want to have any secrets.”

Champagne started to interrupt, but Zyair was on a roll.

“I want for us to be best friends again. Somehow we've lost that. How are we going to do that if we can't say what's on our mind? I want us to be able to say anything and everything to one another without the judgment. Like I said, I want what you want, even if that's to bring another woman in our bed for us.”

Okay, okay, he was getting the wrong impression. She wasn't talking about bringing another woman into the relationship or into their bed for them but for herself. It sounded like that's what he thought she meant, so Champagne knew she had to clarify that right away. She sat up. “Hold up, hold up, hold up. I didn't say anything about bringing another female in our bed for us.”

Confused and disappointed, Zyair thought he was going to have is cake and eat it too. He asked her, “Well, what did you mean?”

“I guess what I'm asking you is to do what we did in Jamaica but not under those conditions, not under the influence. I want to see if I enjoyed it as much as I did for myself, and not because of you.”

“Would that be so bad, enjoying it because you were under the influence?” Zyair asked.

For a brief second a shot of insecurity swept through him. What the hell did that girl do to his woman? Did that Whisper put it down like that? Was she that good that Champagne was thinking about it a week later? Zyair knew his pussy-eating skills were up to par but was he building himself up? Nah, there was no way he was as good as he was only in his mind. No way in hell. After all these years, he knew that Champagne couldn't be faking her pleasure.

He couldn't help it. He just had to know. “What about it did you enjoy? Was she better than me? Did she make you cum harder?”

Champagne could tell immediately where these questions were coming from—his insecurity—and didn't want to take it there. She touched his arm. “Sweetie, it's not that serious. And if you're going to start doubting us and how you make love to me, then let's just forget I said anything.”

Okay, he messed up and he knew it. He didn't want her to change her mind, because although he may have jumped to conclusions thinking she'd let him be a part of the next escapade, he was more than willing to watch once again.

“No, no, I don't doubt us. That's not it at all. It's just that we never talked about what happened. Whenever I brought it up, you nixed it off or changed the subject.”

His statement was correct. She did want to pretend that none of it happened. That obviously didn't work because it was still on her mind. She now wanted to close the subject, and turn over and go back to sleep, but she knew that wouldn't happen now.

“Okay, well let's talk about it now. What do you want to know?”

Zyair looked her in the eyes. “Did it feel good?”

“Yes.”

“Did it feel different from when I make love to you?”

“Different yes, better no. And if you recall, we made love immediately after, and it intensified our lovemaking.”

“What was different about it?”

“About what? Us?”

“No. You and her.”

“You know how they say a woman's touch is softer, gentler?”

“Yes.”

“Well, it's sort of true. There was sensuality there that I hadn't experienced before, a sort of sexiness that only women have.” Seeing the confused look on his face, she knew she had to stroke his ego. “It doesn't take away from what you and I have, though.”

“What turned you on most about her?”

To this question Champagne smiled and answered, “Her breast.” She touched her own as she said this, and Zyair took notice.

Champagne had discovered she was a breast girl. She found herself looking at women when she shouldn't be, her eyes almost always wandering to breast level. One thing she was certain of, the next time the occasion rose she was going to be a bit more aggressive. She was going to reach out and touch. Was she going to go down on a woman? That she couldn't attest to but one never knows.

“How did she eat your pussy?”

Champagne looked at him and wondered if she wanted to go there.
What the heck! I might as well. After all, I might get a treat afterward.

“How did she eat my pussy? You want me to tell you or show you?”

Zyair immediately got hard. “How are you going to show me?”

“I'll instruct.”

Zyair climbed out of the bed and pulled off his briefs, and Champagne slid out of her gown, which was all she was wearing.

Champagne was wet and ready. “Kiss me,” she told him as she straddled him, his dick sliding in her. She wanted to be on top, so she could be in control. She also wanted to sit on his face. Yes, that's how she wanted him to eat her out.

Zyair placed his lips on hers and started to tease her with his tongue.

She pulled her mouth away from his and sat up straighter. She placed her hands on his chest, bent over slightly, raising her pussy up slowly to the tip of his dick, and slammed down. Champagne, feeling aggressive, did this a few more times. “You like it?” she asked.

All Zyair could do is moan. He tried to reach out and grab her hips but she pushed his hands back down and continued to ride him at a slow pace, torturing him.

“Go faster,” he told her.