by Skyy
“I got it.” Danni pulled out her platinum American Express.
Lena put her hand over Danni’s. “No, I got it.” Lena pulled out her equally impressive platinum card.
“Touché.” Danni let Lena pay.
The two walked back over to the kiddie salon. Bria smiled as she showed off her made-up face, especially her pink lip gloss and her eye shadow, and her hair, which was up in a ponytail with a long pink feather hanging out of it.
“Well, don’t you look beautiful!” Danni smiled at Bria as she handed the associate her credit card.
“What do you say, Bri-Bri?”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Bria gave Danni a hug.
“Anytime, sweetie pie. I want you to do me a really big favor, okay?” Bria was fixated on Danni. Danni handed a card to Bria. “I want you to hold on to this right now, and give it to your mommy when I leave. Tell her that the only way Cinderella can get her glass slipper back is to call me.”
Bria grinned as she ran over to Lena. Lena smiled. The fact that Danni was okay with her daughter gave her major points. Danni and Lena nonverbally exchanged their good-byes, and then Danni walked off. Lena watched her for a moment, then took the card from Bria. She looked at the card. She would definitely be calling Danielle Campbell.
Chapter 15
Denise admired her beautiful SoHo loft. She didn’t realize how much she was going to miss living in New York. Due to the housing market, they had decided to rent their loft to two of their model friends instead of attempting to sell it. Now that Farih was officially a host on The Buzz, Atlanta was their new permanent home.
They decided to rent an apartment in Atlanta’s trendy midtown area. The last thing Denise wanted was to take on another mortgage with Farih. Although she was once again happy with Farih, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the angry Farih would show her face again.
Farih was back in bliss. She had an amazing job, and other offers were appearing. She was a hit on The Buzz. Her agent was right: gay was in. Her relationship with Denise was good, but they still hadn’t gotten to the place they were in when they first got together. The honeymoon was over, and she was happy Denise was willing to stick with her and attempt to make all they had accomplished last.
The only regret they both had about moving was Lena. Farih wondered when the past would reappear in their lives. For weeks Farih was Inspector Gadget. She would check Denise’s phone while she was asleep just to see if she had been in communication with Lena. After she realized there was no more communication, she began to trust Denise again, but Denise was also still stationed in New York. Farih wondered how things would change when they were both living in the same city as Lena on a full-time basis.
“We totally have to hang this in the new place.” Farih held a giant picture frame with the first photo spread they did together for Jocku Fashions, Denise’s first major fashion campaign.
Denise couldn’t see anything but Farih’s feet as she held the large portrait. Denise smiled. “Yeah, we do.” Denise couldn’t believe how much she missed the simple life of modeling. It was a lot easier than dealing with the movie business. Cooley and her agent were held up in contract negotiations with the Fast and Furious movie, which was in turn holding up the Aqua movie. Denise loved making movies, but the business aspect made her want to quit and just be a basketball coach at a high school.
Denise stood up and walked over to Farih. She put her hands on both sides of the frame. “Let me help you before the photo takes you down.” Denise walked it over to the wall. She turned around and saw Farih standing completely naked in the middle of the floor. She smiled.
“I figured since it’s our last night, we should go out with a bang,” Farih whispered.
Farih’s body called to Denise. She nodded her head as she walked closer to Farih. The physical thing she loved most about Farih was her dark chocolate skin. Denise ran her hands down Farih’s arms, and they intertwined their fingers. Their lips met. Denise wrapped her long arms around Farih. Her fingertips traced the arch in Farih’s back. When Denise’s hands cupped Farih’s bare bottom, Farih jumped, wrapping her long limbs around Denise’s torso.
Denise carried Farih to their long tan chaise. Farih shivered when her backside hit the cold leather. Her nipples instantly perked up when the tips of Denise’s fingers touched them.
Denise sucked on Farih, while her long index and middle finger stroked in and out of Farih’s wetness. Farih moaned, closing her eyes tight. Her lips quivered each time Denise hit the spot that made her whole body jump.
Farih’s hips moved in unison with Denise’s fingers and pelvis. Farih wanted to tear all of Denise’s clothes off. Denise’s body was still ripped due to her continuous workout plan. Farih wanted to feel Denise’s skin against her mouth. She pulled at Denise’s shirt until Denise finally pulled out for the quick second it took for Farih to remove her shirt and sports bra.
Farih wanted Denise. She pulled her body close to Denise and began to suck on her breasts. Denise watched as Farih’s mouth sucked and her tongue licked Denise’s small but ample breasts. Denise unbuttoned her pants. She was soaking wet and wanted more.
Farih’s long fingers made their way to Denise’s womanhood. She rubbed Denise’s swollen clit, and Denise’s sweetness covered her hand instantly.
“I want it,” Farih moaned.
“No.” Denise pushed Farih back and lifted her legs onto her shoulders. “It’s mine.” Denise’s tongue entered the familiarity of Farih’s walls with force. Farih’s legs shivered as she climaxed once, then twice, and then her body reached full convulsions from the third straight climax in a row. Each explosion in Denise’s mouth made her want more and more.
Denise’s hair was entangled in Farih’s hands as she struggled to maintain a bit of composure. She finally couldn’t take it anymore. The fifth orgasm came hard, causing Farih to grab Denise’s hair so tightly, Denise had to let out a scream. Farih looked up. Small strands of Denise’s hair were in her hands. Denise rubbed her head.
“What you trying to do? Make me bald?” Denise looked at her girlfriend. They both began to laugh.
“Don’t think you are getting away that easy,” Farih said as she yanked on Denise’s pants.
“No, I don’t want it today.” Denise moved back. She had to be in the mood to receive head. She got the majority of her pleasure from pleasing Farih. Every orgasm Denise gave Farih only excited Denise more, until she reached her ultimate point of pleasure.
Farih pouted but was okay with the hurting Denise had just put on her. She stood up, her wetness on the edge of the chaise. Denise and Farih headed to the bathroom. They got in their large double shower and turned on the hot water. Steam quickly covered the glass door.
Farih wasn’t going to be outdone. While Denise adjusted the water pressure, Farih got down on her knees, pulled Denise close, and sucked Denise’s clit from behind. Denise’s mouth dropped as she held on to the wet wall. Farih had quickly turned her into her little bitch, and she didn’t mind one bit. Farih rimmed Denise’s ass, wanting to taste all of Denise, from her ass to her pussy, and all the sweetness that came along with it. Until Farih, Denise was not one for ass play. But after one night when Farih took it without asking, Denise couldn’t deny the feeling was amazing, and Farih was once again taking it—and she loved it.
Denise was also not one to be outdone. After her final climax she left Farih in the shower, only so she could break out the finale. She strapped up with their large black dildo. Farih’s body twitched from anticipation as Denise hopped back in the shower.
“Assume the position,” Denise joked, but Farih quickly obeyed. She bent over, with her hands holding on to both sides of the shower wall. Denise entered Farih’s pussy as Farih began to grind her hips in sync with Denise. Denise held on to Farih’s sides as she stroked in and out. The intensity against her own pussy caused her knees to buckle a few times, but she held on like the pro she was.
Denise wasn’t going to let Farih have the fina
l laugh. She fingered Farih’s asshole with her thumb, then rubbed the tip of the dildo up and down Farih’s crack. Farih took a deep breath as the thick dildo entered the small hole. Her body jumped. Denise held on, entering her slowly. Denise kissed Farih’s back as she slowly stroked the head of the dildo in and out of Farih’s ass. Moans wouldn’t leave Farih’s mouth, only small sounds, as the dildo rendered her nearly speechless. Farih took it like a champ. She leaned her body up, wrapping her right arm around Denise’s neck. Farih turned her head as Denise fucked her from behind. They kissed passion into each other’s mouths.
They both came, causing them to fall down slowly into each other’s arms in the shower. Denise didn’t want to leave Farih’s arms, and the feeling was mutual. Sitting on the bottom of their large shower for the last time, they made out like teenagers. Their final shower in New York would be remembered forever.
The couple finally pulled away from their amazing shower. It was like old times. Farih brushed Denise’s hair back into a ponytail, while Denise massaged lotion into Farih’s long legs. They laughed and giggled like schoolgirls while they listened to music and continued to pack their belongings for their move.
“I am gonna miss it here,” Farih said as they stood on their balcony. They could hear the sounds from local nightclubs. New York had always been Farih’s home. Denise had fallen in love with the magical city over the past four years of being there.
“You act like you won’t ever be back.” Denise stood behind Farih. She placed her hands on top of Farih’s on the rail.
“Visiting isn’t the same as living here.” Farih sighed. “At least I’m going with you.”
The words warmed Denise’s heart. She kissed Farih on the nape of her neck. She could feel herself falling in love with Farih again. Suddenly there was a sinking feeling in Denise’s gut. Denise pulled away and headed into the apartment. Farih turned around.
“Everything okay?” Farih asked. She could feel the shift in their perfect mood.
“Everything is fine. We just need to finish packing.” Denise’s eyes shifted. Lena’s face had entered her mind again. Every time she thought she was free, Lena appeared. She just couldn’t shake her.
Farih couldn’t shake the feeling that Denise’s mood change was due to Lena. She knew Denise was happy with her, and she couldn’t understand why Denise couldn’t let go of the past. She knew Denise was faithful in deed, but knowing she wasn’t the only one in Denise’s heart stung worse than anything. Farih tried to shake it off, as she wanted to continue packing, but her gut wouldn’t let her. She then decided it was best not to press the issue and ruin their day, but she could feel in her soul that soon this would be a major topic of discussion.
Chapter 16
Lena tried on another one of her many little black dresses. She didn’t like the way any of them made her look. She had never been so nervous about a date before. There was something about Danni that had her on edge. She didn’t know if it was the idea of actually liking someone or the fact that Danni was a woman. She hadn’t been with a woman since Terrin and hadn’t loved a woman besides Denise.
She noticed a navy blue dress in the corner of her closet. It was one of the post-baby dresses she bought. She had purchased a few sexy dresses for the day that she was back to her pre-baby weight. Hiring an amazing trainer and having an athlete for an ex-husband had helped her achieve that goal rather quickly, but she hadn’t had a need for one of the dresses.
The navy dress draped artfully on her body. A sparkling canary rhinestone pendant gave it a little extra flare. She pulled out a pair of her red bottom shoes and admired them. She hadn’t had much need for stilettos since having Bria.
Lena heard the front door close. She placed a pair of earrings to her ears, modeling them to see if the diamonds went with the outfit.
“I’m in my bedroom,” Lena yelled as she held up a pair of Tiffany teardrop earrings.
“My, my, what’s this all about?” Brandon stood in the doorway. Lena turned around.
“What?” A sly smile crossed her face.
“Got a hot date?” Brandon sat on the edge of her bed.
“Something like that.”
Lena quickly realized something. Brandon was too comfortable coming in and out of her house. Even though they were just friends, she didn’t want to experience an awkward moment of him walking in when she was entertaining guests.
“How do I look? And why are you here?” Lena decided on the teardrops and attached them to her earlobes.
“Just wanted to stop by before I left town. Is that a problem?” Brandon couldn’t take his eyes off of Lena’s ass.
“Not really, but I’m going to need you to start calling first. What if I had company?”
“Company?” Brandon frowned. As much as he wanted Lena to have a life, the idea of her actually having one didn’t sit well with him.
“You didn’t tell me how I look.” Lena turned around, changing the subject.
“Like the shorty I fell in love with back in the day.” Brandon could feel the stiffness growing in his pants. Even with all the women he’d been with, no one compared to Lena. He was her first, and in his mind his manhood would always be the perfect fit for her.
“You’re so silly.” Lena stepped out of her shoes and walked into the bathroom. She rummaged through the ridiculous number of M•A•C containers, trying to find the right combination. “What are you doing here, sir? I thought you were leaving the other day.”
Brandon watched as Lena put her makeup on. His man was telling him to run in, grab her, and tear the sexy dress off. He knew he didn’t have that right anymore.
“Damn, Lena, you got a little date, so now you trying to get rid of my black ass. Shit. I am about to head back to Memphis. Just wanted to stop by since I guess I won’t be seeing you for a while, but obviously that was a bad idea.”
Lena turned around. She realized that with Bria leaving, he wouldn’t have a reason to come to Atlanta every weekend. She walked to the bathroom door. She could see the lust on his face. She tried not to smile as he undressed her with his eyes.
“Don’t act like that. I mean, you should be happy. Now you can concentrate on your new roommate.” Lena walked back into the bathroom. She heard Brandon huff. She knew his girlfriend was the last thing on his mind at that moment.
“Let me get out of here before your date shows up.” Brandon stood up. He shifted his weight, hoping his growing limb wasn’t exposed.
“Call me and let me know you made it.”
Brandon walked to the bathroom door. “You really look amazing. Whoever it is will love it. I know I do.” Brandon sounded like a lovesick puppy.
Lena smiled. She walked over and gave him a hug. She could feel the stiffness as his body grazed hers. She knew he wanted her to notice, but pleasing Brandon was the last thing on her mind. She couldn’t get the sexual chocolate she was about to meet up with out of her mind, a major departure from thinking about Denise.
Lena was without a doubt on the best date she had been on in ages. Not only was Danni attractive, wealthy, and intelligent, but she was down-to-earth and funny too.
Lena pulled up to the downtown W Hotel. Danni had already gained cool points for staying at one of Lena’s favorite chains. The artfully chic hotel was classy and hip. She walked through the whimsical front entrance and headed to the Drinkshop lounge, which was already buzzing with people socializing. Lena looked around but couldn’t spot Danni in the sea of adults. She felt her clutch moving as she sat down at the bar. She opened it and heard her phone buzzing.
I see you.
Lena smiled as she read the cryptic text message. The phone buzzed again.
You look good as hell.
Lena stood up, but with her short frame, she couldn’t see past a group of men, all of whom were eyeing her. She wondered which one would have the nerve to come up and talk to her. Her phone buzzed again.
Keep looking.
Lena decided it was time to respond.
One of the fellas decided he would be the first up to bat. He adjusted his suit jacket and tie. Lena sat back down in the chair and braced herself for the kill. The light-skinned guy walked up to the bar and stared directly at her. Lena couldn’t ignore his stare. She looked back at him.
“Hello.” The forty-something man extended his hand. “My name is Darrius, and I need to buy you a drink.”
“Is that right?” Lena reluctantly shook Darrius’s hand.
“Oh yes, that is right. Let me guess. A martini?” Darrius motioned to the bartender, who was showing off his mixology skills by mixing and pouring three drinks at one time.
“Actually, I’m more of a cognac woman myself,” Lena said with a straight face.
“Cognac?” Darrius couldn’t believe his ears.
“Yes, some Hen straight.” Lena kept her straight face.
Darrius smiled. “Well, that’s different, but whatever you say. . . .” He motioned to the bartender, who just continued to ignore him.
“Sorry I’m late. I was stuck staring at how good you looked at the door, and couldn’t move.”
Lena and Darrius both turned to see Danni standing behind them. Darrius’s smile quickly faded at the sight of Danni’s attire.
Lena quickly had to regain her composure. Even in a simple pair of jeans and a black button-down Danni looked good enough to eat. Her locks hung down to her shoulders. Lena couldn’t help but wonder how Danni’s dark skin would feel next to hers. In a room full of successful black men, Lena realized she was in heat and Danni was the alpha male over all of them.
“Oh, so this is you?” Darrius interrupted the fantasy happening in Lena’s head.
“Yeah, son, thanks for watching my boo for me.” Danni’s New York accent was thick. She watched as Darrius stood amazed by the situation in front of him.