Chapter 21
Candace
Before my tribute to the queen had finished, Nat bolted from the table.
Court shrugs in my direction and continues manhandling the appetizers.
She convinced me to take a couple of shots before Nat got here to loosen me up.
I think I’m plenty loose. My guardian angel must’ve been next to me on stage, preventing me from face-planting.
When the song ends, I hand the microphone to an overly eager brunette woman chanting lyrics to her song of choice.
“Where’d she go?” I hit Court’s shoulder, then point at the empty chair across from her.
“Ladies’ room,” she replies coldly, spiking my anxiety.
Karaoke is my one night to unleash all the stress I carry.
Bringing Nat was supposed to get her comfortable around my sister and show her a new side of me.
She might be the partier in this friendship, but I know how to have fun, occasionally.
There were some reservations on the way over about how this would actually work.
Court and Nat’s personalities are similar, and it’s no surprise they butted heads.
What is surprising is that she got up and left, while Court stayed back looking guilty.
"Come on, Courtney. She flew out of here looking pissed. What happened?” I frown, seemingly annoyed.
“Nothing happened. I’d drill a boyfriend if you brought him out for drinks, and I did the same to her.” She yawns, examining her nails and refusing eye contact.
My patience with her has reached an all-time low, so before I throw a drink in her face, I rush off to find Nat. The red chipped bathroom door is locked, so I lightly knock, hoping she’s not too upset.
“Hey, it’s me. Can we talk?” I ask through the door, feeling like a complete fool standing out here.
With force, she pulls the door open and stands firm, an intimidating scowl on her face. She doesn’t stop me, though, when I push her out of the way to shut the door.
“Talk to me. What’d my sister say?” I grab her hand, interlacing our fingers, and gently rub her knuckles.
Instead of talking to me, she melts her body against mine, pressing my back into the edge of the sink.
I forget all about their altercation when she drags her sharp fingernail across my neck, lightly leaving kisses towards my ear.
“I don’t wanna talk. I just wanna hear the sounds you’re gonna make for me,” she whispers.
“Can we just…”
“No. Stop talking.” Her kisses turn messier, trailing her tongue up my neck.
Pleasure builds as she sucks and nibbles on my neck.
My nipples pebble as my body craves more from her.
When her hand slides down my shirt toward the waistband of my skirt, I tense once again.
“I’m sorry. I'm not sure if I'm a lesbian or having a midlife crisis, it's all so confusing,” I squeak as her fingers grip the band of my silk panties.
“I don’t need you to be a lesbian. What I need is for you to open your fucking legs and quit interrupting me.”
She slips a finger between my lips, gathering arousal and bringing it to her mouth.
“What were you saying about wanting to talk?” She licks her finger clean before returning it to my waiting sex.
“Kiss me,” she demands as she puts pressure on my soaking clit.
Dragging her finger up and down sends bursts of pleasure through my body everything vibrates and comes alive. Our mouths collide with urgency.
“You’re so wet for me. You like it when I play with this pussy?”
Her dirty words send me spiraling. How do I even respond? I can’t possibly just nod and give a thumbs up. “Use your words,” she whispers against my swollen lips.
“I like it.” I breathe out, kissing her back.
“I bet you’ll like it even more when my tongue’s down there fucking you,” she teases, and my pulse races with nervous anticipation. “For now, I need you to come all over my fingers, baby.”
Nat adds a second finger and slides into me deeper while our tongues melt together in our fiery kiss.
My hips buck as I feel my climax building.
I’m close, and I know she can feel it. I need more friction, speed, just more.
She gets the picture when my hips find a rhythm of their own, and she adds speed, working my clit up and down.
The room spins, my vision blurs, and my heart beats out of my chest as the orgasm rips through my body.
She continues stroking, leaving me a limp, satiated mess.
Her tongue stays close to mine, weaving in and out of my mouth, enhancing my pleasure.
Emptiness fills me when she removes her fingers, bringing the digits up to my lips. “Taste yourself, Princess.”
I lick my bottom lip, savoring the sweetness.
Everything is fresh and young with her. It’s all passionate and irresistible.
It may come off immature wanting to have these new experiences, seeing as I’ve already created a life for myself, but I’m finding myself wanting to redo life with her this time.
“So, what’d you wanna talk about?” She trails kisses along my cheeks and the sides of my lips.
“I hope my sister didn’t upset you. She can be a little difficult.”
The kisses continue, and it’s a post-sex intimacy I’ve never shared with a man. I’m not used to it, but it won’t take long to get on board. “She didn’t upset me. I’m not fazed by what people think about me, or us.”
“Is there an us? We didn’t get to talk much once my girls got home from their sleepover. I don’t know what this is. I’ve never been with a woman before…”
She cuts me off before I ramble. “There’s absolutely an us. Stop overthinking everything. You don’t have to parade around town wearing an–I eat pussy shirt. I want you, the girls, and your perfect white picket fence.”
“It’s not a perfect life, not everything is sunshine and rainbows,” I murmur into her neck.
“Yes, I’m aware nothing’s perfect. I also know there’s more to you than fundraisers and charity brunches.”
“I'm not sure what's buried there anymore. For so long, I've been a bystander in my own life.” I stare at my reflection through the dirty, cracked mirror.
“We’ll discover it together.” She softly rubs my cheek.