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.”
As an afterthought, he added, “You know how rare it is when you give me the ass.”
Champagne laughed. I wonder if things will ever be the same between us.
Zyair was thinking, This shit will not happen again.
Chapter Twenty-four
“Used To Be My Girl” O’Jays
It had finally happened, and neither knew what to say to the other. A couple of days had gone by, and Champagne wondered if she should pretend like it meant nothing. She didn’t know if that was something she could do. The lovemaking was good as hell between her and Sharon, and between her and Zyair afterward. She knew immediately that she was going to be looking for a female lover.
Does that make me gay? Champagne already asked herself that question a million times. In Jamaica, when they came back from Jamaica, while they were on the hunt, and now. Her answer was a definite no, but after watching an episode of Oprah that featured women who had been married for years and suddenly discovered they were gay, she wasn’t too sure.
It’s just a phase, that’s all. Just a phase. She hoped she was right, and that’s all it was.
She was in her office with the door closed when she heard Candy come in the front door. Truth be told, she was attracted to Candy, but it was an attraction that she had to keep under wraps.
“Candy, come into my office.” Candy walked in.
“Yes?”
“Remember that business trip I told you about that I have to go on?’
“Yes.”
“Well, I want you to go with me. After all, you did the majority of the research, and I believe it’ll be good for you to actually meet the client and learn more about the foundation.”
Candy liked that idea. She was ready to get away as well. She knew it was business, but being in Washington D.C. meant she just might get a chance to party.
“Is there anything you need me to do?” Candy asked.
“No. Just continue pricing the halls and hotels for Ms. Trina Houston.”
Not only was Candy assisting Champagne in setting up a non-profit for one of her clients but she was also helping in the planning of Trina Houston’s wedding.
Trina was one of Champagne’s moneymaking clients. She was getting married and starting a non-profit organization. Balancing the two was becoming a challenge, and she needed Champagne’s expertise.
Champagne watched Candy leave the office and shut the door. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering how good Candy ate pussy. Stop it, girl. You know better than that. She was feeling out of control with this whole sexuality thing. A door had been opened and she just couldn’t seem to shut it.
Shay buzzed Champagne’s phone. “There’s a Sharon on the line.”
Smiling, Champagne picked up. “Hey there.”
“What’s up, sexy?”
“Nothing. What’s up with you?”
“Just thinking about you.”
Shit, shit, shit! Champagne wondered what she was supposed to say to that.
“Oh, and what were you thinking?”
“How good you taste.”
Before Champagne could stop herself, she asked, “When do you want to taste me again?”
“Mmmmmm . . . is that an invitation?”
This is my chance to take it back. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“With or without Zyair?”
Champagne knew the answer was without but would that mean she was cheating? Was it cheating when you slept with someone of the same sex?
“All you have to do is say the word,” Sharon told her.
What the hell am I getting myself into? Before Champagne could answer, Shay poked her head in the door. “Your appointment is here.”
“Listen, is it all right if I call you back? Someone’s here to see me.”
Sharon told her that was fine.
Champagne felt a little relieved to be hanging up the phone. She was also glad her client was there to take her mind off whether she was a lesbian or turning into one. This obsession was becoming ridiculous even to her.
* * *
The night after Sharon left, Zyair had barely said a word. If anything, he was more distant. Champagne felt like he was pulling away. Was he, or was it her imagination?
* * *
The following day Zyair was in his office thinking about what had transpired. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. On one hand, he was turned on, but on the other, he was glad it was over and definitely didn’t want it to happen again. This incident with Sharon—that’s what he was going to call it, an incident—just didn’t sit right with him. Sharon seemed like she was into Champagne more
than he would have liked. He had to admit, he felt threatened.
What happened in Hedonism was different because they were not on their home turf and it was spontaneous. The more Zyair thought about it, the more it seemed like Champagne had pressed the issue a bit too much. Did that say something about him as a man? Did that say something about his lovemaking?
After about half an hour he was ready for Sharon to get her ass out the house.
I mean, damn, how much kissing, tittie rubbing, and pussy licking can one do?
He hoped this let-me-see-if-I’ll-enjoy-making-love-to-a-woman-sober shit Champagne pulled on him was done with. That question should have been answered.
Zyair glanced at the clock. He was meeting with DaNeen shortly to go over her business plan.
Knock, knock.
Zyair looked up to see DaNeen poking her head in the door.
“Is it all right if I come in?”
Zyair waved her in. “Come on.” He couldn’t help but notice how sexy she looked. He was noticing it more than usual. It wasn’t just in what she wore but there was something else about her. Maybe it was the confidence she carried because she was trying to do her thing.
Champagne’s doing her thing too, he thought to himself, trying not to notice how high the slit was in her skirt. When she sat down, he thought he could almost see her panties.
DaNeen caught him looking and positioned herself so that he could see even more.
She’d been wanting this man for quite some time now. Everything about him turned her on. His gentleness and the way he handled people, his generosity, the way he treated his lady when she was around.
DaNeen wanted all those things to herself, and she was tired of waiting. She’d been watching him for over a year, trying to get close to him but it just wasn’t happening. Well, she was determined to make it happen, and not only one time.
Bringing his attention to her face, Zyair said, “Let me see what you’ve done so far.”
“Can I come around there and show you?” Her plan was to stand as close as possible to him and rub up against him if she could.
“Sure.”
DaNeen walked around the desk and bent over while opening her folder, her breast resting on his arms.
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