Turned Out Saga (9 page)

“No, let me do this my way.” Champagne then pressed down as hard as she could and started rocking back and forth. “Damn, this feels good,” she said, getting lost in her own world.

Zyair could feel his orgasm building up, but it was too soon for him. He wasn't ready to cum just yet. “Come on,” he said, “let me eat that pussy.”

Champagne slid off him and straddled his face. “Tell me how you want it,” he told her.

On her knees over his face, Champagne spread her pussy lips open and told him, “Lick the walls. I want you to taste every inch.”

Zyair grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to his mouth. Then he put his tongue in as far as it would go. Champagne started pressing into his mouth, trying to feel every movement, every inch of his tongue.

Eventually she had to bend over and balance herself on her hands, while he devoured her.

Zyair then placed his entire mouth over her pussy, and started moving his tongue back and forth against her clitoris.

“Yes, yes, that's it,” Champagne said, feeling so close to cumming. “Put your finger inside me.”

Zyair did as she requested and started moving his finger in and out real slow.

Champagne, lost in the pleasure, started to grind and grind. “Shit, you're going to make me cum too fast.” She sat up straight, grabbed her titties, and started squeezing her nipples.

All the while, Zyair was watching her. It'd been a long time since he'd seen her so animated.

Right at this moment, Zyair felt like the muthafuckin' man, and when she screamed out and told him to taste her and he placed his tongue deep inside her walls, he knew that he was.

After she was done cumming, Champagne immediately wanted him inside her. She climbed on him again, this time her back facing him, and rode him at a fast pace while touching her clitoris. She wanted another orgasm and wanted Zyair to get his as well.

It didn't take long for Zyair to grab her hips and press up inside her. “Ahhhh,” was all he could manage to say as he exploded inside her.

When he was at the end of his orgasm, Champagne had hers. She threw her head back and yelled out, “Shit!” She climbed off him and collapsed in his arms.

“I love you,” he told her.

Kissing him, she told him she loved him as well and they both fell asleep.

* * *

The next morning, Zyair ruined the whole after sex mood, asking her, “If I agree to do this again, what will I get out of it?”

Champagne just looked at him like he was crazy and started to get out of the bed. After all, he was the one that started all this shit. “You know what, Zyair . . . let's just forget the whole thing.”

Not understanding what he did wrong, he grabbed her arm and said, “Wait, wait. What's wrong?”

Champagne looked at him in disbelief. She just shook her head. How could he not know what's wrong?

“Champagne, talk to me,” Zyair begged.

“You want to know what's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong. What's wrong is the fact that this was your idea in the first place, the whole ‘let me see you make love with a woman.' I did that shit for you and now, because I enjoyed it and want to try it again, you're tripping. You're trying to change shit all up.”

What could he say? She was right. It was his idea. They'd never said it would be a one-time thing, but they'd never said they'd have a repeat session either.

They'd just jumped into it headfirst. “I apologize,” he told her. “I didn't mean that the way it came out.”

Champagne didn't want to hear any apologies. She put her hands on her hips. “And what do you mean, what do you get out to the deal? What do you want to get out the deal? More pussy? A new pussy? Is that it? Is that what you want?”

That's what you wanted,
he thought to himself but didn't dare say it out loud. Zyair glanced at the clock. He realized he needed to get up and get dressed. Plus, he didn't feel like having this conversation. “Champagne, the only pussy I want is yours.”

Champagne didn't know whether to believe him or not, knowing she wouldn't get a straight answer and not wanting to hear him say, “Yeah, I want some new pussy,” she decided to end this conversation. “You know what, let's just forget the whole thing. You have to work, and I have things to do today. Let's just get dressed and get on with our day.”

Zyair didn't want to start his day on a negative note. He didn't want to forget the whole thing, but he knew not to press the subject just yet. “Okay, how about we try this? Let's take a day and think about everything we've talked about and put together a list of rules. The rules will consist of things that are acceptable and things that aren't. That's the only way we're going to go through with this.”

Champagne really didn't want to agree because she was afraid of what might be on his list. She wasn't sure if she could handle it, but she agreed to it anyway. At least this way, she'd know where his head was.

Zyair shot the ball through the hoops. He was out with his boys, and they were wrapping up a game of two on two.

“So, what's up?” Thomas asked him as they settled on the bench. “Are we going to catch a bite to eat or what?”

“Let me call Champagne and see if she's cooking today.”

“See, man, you're lucky as hell. A home-cooked meal. Maybe I could come over for dinner.”

Zyair didn't want to tell Thomas that there was no way Champagne was letting him come and eat her precious food, at least not today. She was still pissed off at him, and from experience, he knew she could hold a grudge.

Since the incident that put her in that space with Thomas had just happened a week ago, it would be at least another two weeks before she even allowed him to eat her food.

Zyair, Thomas, Harrison, and Judge went out to a strip club the week before, and Zyair had to admit, a good time was had by all. Champagne never asked where they were going or what they did. There seemed to be little concern on her part. Zyair felt like a lucky man. He'd re-earned her trust, or so he thought.

To Champagne, it just took up too much energy to wonder what he was doing when he was out with his boys. If she did that, it could and would drive her crazy. It did once before, and she didn't want to go that route again. She decided to let his past infidelity be just that, a thing of the past. After all it was years ago, and it had taken her quite some time to get to this point.

Shit, from experience she'd learned that if you search you will find, and that when you go looking, you had to be prepared for any and everything. That's how she'd found out he was cheating before, by snooping. What made it so bad was that this was the only time she'd followed him around.

She felt at the time that she had the right. Zyair wasn't being as attentive as he normally was. They were into year two of their relationship and had settled into a routine, sort of like their current circumstance. The phone calls every few hours had stopped. The “I'm just checking on you to see if you need anything” had stopped. The “I just want to spend time with you, and let's have lunch together” had stopped. Even the good night phone calls.

On top of all that, the sex was almost non-existent, and the oral had dwindled. He no longer took the time to feel her, to smell her, lick her and be one with the pussy. Instead he would go straight for the clit, plucking it like it was a chord, like he was thinking,
Okay, let me hurry up and make her cum so I can get mine.

Now this stuff, she could have slipped by a little, because she knew and understood that relationships often went through its peaks and valleys, its highs and lows. She'd decided that's what was happening, and a little more work and a lot more conversation could tum it around.

What made Champagne doubt this concept and think a little more was going on than she wanted to admit was the constant phone calls from his friend Divine.

Zyair was hosting an event for her company, which was just starting up. She was calling him an awful lot, more so than any of his other clients. It seemed like 75 percent of the time when the phone rang it was her. Champagne was a little bothered by it, and she let him know. Of course, he told her she was imagining things.

But being a woman, Champagne knew she wasn't crazy. She felt it in her gut that this chick wanted her man, and once again when she brought it to Zyair's attention, he dismissed it.

Well, late one night Divine called. Champagne listened while Zyair talked to her. The conversation sounded more personal than business.

The second they got off the phone, Champagne asked, “What the hell was that about?”

“Oh, she's just going through some things right now and needed to discuss them with someone,” he told her.

“Well, she need to discuss the shit with someone other than you. You're doing business with her, you're not her damn friend.”

What Champagne didn't know was that Zyair and this Divine chick grew up together. For some reason he'd withheld this information from her, and you know when information is withheld there's always more to the story.

Champagne ended up finding out from Thomas. Yep, he was always involved in some shit. She'd overheard him and Zyair talking. They were sitting in the kitchen and Champagne had just walked in the room.

“Man, I saw Divine the other day. She's come a long way since college. She's looking good, man.”

Champagne turned around in time to see Zyair giving Thomas a look. Of course, she couldn't let that go. “What's going on?”

Zyair had this real dumb look on his face. “What are you talking about?”

Champagne put her hands on her hips. “Thomas is talking like you both knew her in your past.”

Zyair knew he was busted. He didn't know why he just didn't tell her from the gate that Divine was an old friend. He tried to play it off by sounding nonchalant. “Oh, I thought I told you we went to school together.” Champagne politely asked Thomas to leave, before ripping Zyair a new asshole. That night he slept in the spare bedroom.

Over the next few weeks, Champagne found herself going through his pockets, looking at his calendar, doing things that were so out of character for her. But she couldn't help herself, she was out of control. She had to know if her gut instinct was right.

One night while Zyair was asleep, she got hold of his cell phone and figured out his password, which wasn't too hard, seeing most men used either their birth date or numbers from their social security number for their code. Well, she found the evidence she was looking for. On his voice mail was a message from Divine expressing how wonderful last night had been, even if it was a mistake. She expressed her feelings for him and asked him, didn't he know how good they could be together, in and out of bed, and to please give her a chance.

Unable to take anymore, Champagne went into the bedroom and woke Zyair up by pushing him off the bed.

“What the—”

“I knew it, I knew it,” Champagne ranted and raved. She shoved the phone in his face. “You tried to play me. How could you do this to me?”

Of course, he tried to act like he didn't know what she was talking about.

“Please, Zyair, don't play dumb with me. You've played me enough. I heard your little love message.”

Zyair took the phone out of her hand and retrieved the message. As he listened, Champagne grabbed her belongings and started to leave.

Jumping up out of the bed, he apologized and apologized. He begged her to stay, saying he could explain, that it only happened one time.

Well, once was enough. She left him.

Zyair did everything in his power to get her back. He begged, sent flowers, kept showing up at her office at her house, discontinued all business with Divine, and lost money because of it.

Eventually Champagne forgave him and returned.

Thomas knew about the affair, and even though his loyalty lay with Zyair, she couldn't help but feel like he should have stopped him. After all, she was the one that helped him get his endorsement deal, she was the one that, when he got into a bad accident, assisted Zyair in taking care of him. She was the one that cooked for him and thought of him like extended family. That had changed over the years, though, because whenever something went down, Thomas either knew about it, was around, or was a part of it.

The night when Zyair got ready to leave she actually asked him where they were going and he told her, “To a strip club.”

She wanted to ask if she could go as well, but she knew better. One, he was going with his boys, and two, it would give away the fact that the conversation they had earlier that week, the whole sex-with-a-female thing, was still on her mind.

That night at the strip club, Zyair and his boys were drinking and taking in the scenery when two strippers approached them and asked if anyone wanted a lap dance. Normally this was something Zyair didn't do, but after one too many drinks and seeing that the other fellows were with it, he decided, what the hell. Simply put, Zyair got caught up in the moment.

The next day they were all at his house watching a game. Champagne was with a client at a premiere, so they had the house to themselves. Harrison started joking with Zyair, “Yo, man, you should have seen your face when that girl was all on you.”

Thomas laughed. “See, that's just what a man needs, a lap dance at the end of the day.”

Once again Champagne walked in when Thomas was opening his mouth. Everyone shut up immediately when she gave them all the evil eye.

“So, you didn't tell me you got a lap dance, Zyair.”

That's right, Champagne was putting his ass on blast in front of all his boys.

“Um-um, Champagne,” Thomas said, trying to break the tension, “it was his first time. We thought it would be a good joke.”

Champagne gave him the look and said, “Oh, really?”

Two minutes later his boys were all leaving. Champagne went upstairs without saying a word, leaving Zyair sitting on the couch waiting for the dam to burst.

Champagne didn't know if she was angry, aggravated, or what. She took a quick shower and decided to confront him on the lap dance.

Zyair hadn't moved from the spot he was in. He was still watching the game.

“So you got a lap dance, huh? You let some stankass ho that's been dancin' all night, niggas been feelin' all up on her, lookin' in her pussy—she was probably all sweaty and shit—and you let her get on you?”

Damn!
When she said it that way, Zyair felt disgusted with himself. There was no way he could deny it, because she'd heard what she heard.

He decided to just make her understand that it really wasn't that serious, that all the other fellas were doing it, and that the truth of the matter was that he really didn't derive any pleasure from it.

“You expect me to believe that?” she asked.

He knew she wouldn't but it was still halfway truthful. The excitement of a honey rubbing up against him was exciting for a second, but then after looking around and seeing that numerous other people were getting the same thing done, and wondering how many people she'd been up on put a damper on the mood for him. It didn't soften his hard-on now but mentally he wasn't there. So instead of saying another word, he decided to suck it up and take the cursing out. He was wrong and he knew it.

* * *

So here Zyair and Thomas sat, Thomas wanting to come over for dinner, that is, if Champagne was cooking, and Zyair knowing damn well that, even if she was, he wouldn't be welcome. As a matter-of-fact, he wouldn't be welcome for a hot moment.

Deciding to change the subject, Zyair looked around to make sure no one was within listening distance. “So, what do you think of open relationships?”

Thomas raised his eyebrows. “Why are you asking me that? I know you and Champagne ain't thinking about no shit like that.” He thought Zyair would be out of his mind to even consider it. There was no way in the world, he would let another man get all up in his. No way in hell.

“Nah, man, I was just asking, trying to get your opinion.”

“Why would you want my opinion on something like that?”

“Just trying to make conversation. Damn! I overheard two of my employees talking about it.”

Thomas didn't believe a word Zyair was saying. For one, Zyair never talked about his employees. I mean, he didn't really befriend them like that, and Thomas was having a hard time believing Zyair would eavesdrop. He just wasn't that type of man.

Thomas knew something was up but if Zyair wanted to play the conversation this way, he'd let him. He knew Zyair too well to believe this was some hypothetical.

Damn,
Thomas thought,
I never would've thought Champagne had the freak in her like that but shit, one never knows.
Zyair's a lucky man. He's got a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets.

“Well, what do you think about it?”

“What specifically are you asking me?”

Ready to let it go, Zyair told him, “I'm asking you about open relationships—switching, swinging, threesomes.”

Thomas nudged Zyair. “Come on, come clean with me. You and Champagne, y'all into that? Is that what this is about?”

Zyair didn't know how much he wanted to tell Thomas, because Thomas sometimes blurted things out. “I'm just curious.”

“What? You ain't satisfied with Champagne?”

“That's not what I'm saying. It's just that after listening to my employees it got me to thinking.”

“Boy, don't fuck up what you have. You know you almost lost her once and you damn near went out your mind.”

“I ain't gonna mess up. Just humor me. Damn! You're getting all emotional over my issue.”

After looking at Zyair for a second or two, Thomas said, “Man, I don't know. Even though you're just saying you're curious, I don't really see Champagne being down with something like that. I'll say this, though—If I had a woman and that was something I might could get away with, I would. I'm only talking about the threesome thing, the having two women—hell yeah. But the whole swinging aspect of it, letting another man get with mine, oh, hell no.”

Zyair laughed. That's definitely not what he was talking about. After ending the conversation, Zyair called Champagne to see if she was cooking.

She was, and Thomas was not invited.