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“Sexy? A drunken girl singing and kissing on folks is sexy?”

Terrin let out a chuckle. “It was, actually. You were free to do what you wanted. Something I have a feeling you don't do.”

Lena blushed. “Well, when you have to watch your appearance in fear of ending up on
Mediatakeout.com
it's kinda hard to let go.”

“I bet.” Terrin stood up and walked into the kitchen. “So, tell me something Lena, and if I'm getting too personal, feel free to tell me.” Terrin came back in holding a pitcher of apple juice.

Lena nodded her head giving the go-ahead.

“What is the deal with you and Brandon? I haven't read on MediaTakeOut that you are getting a divorce.” Terrin giggled.

Lena swallowed the piece of pancake in her mouth. “Well, he moved out, but we are supposed to be taking this time to figure out what we really want.”

“Do you know what you really want?” Terrin stared into Lena's eyes.

Lena felt the heat rising in her seat.

“I'm not one hundred percent sure of anything yet.”

“But you are sure that you like women.” Terrin didn't lose eye contact. She stared at Lena, trying to see into her brain.

Lena didn't know what to say. Her deer-in-the-headlights expression said it all.

“You don't have to answer if you don't want to.”

Lena looked down at the pancakes in front of her. “It's a simple question. I can't believe it's so hard to answer.”

“It's cool, Lena. It's a confusing time for you. I remember when I first realized I was into women.”

Lena looked back up at Terrin. “It's just that I've never wanted women before. Then Denise came along. I was never attracted before her. Until recently I thought that I was only attracted to her, but lately, I'm finding myself looking at other women.”

Lena locked eyes with Terrin. Terrin blushed. Lena's long hair fell on her face. Terrin reached over, pushing the fallen hair behind Lena's ear. She put her palm on Lena's cheek. Lena felt the warmth in her hand. She grazed her cheek against Terrin's hand.

“Lena, I know we haven't known each other long, but I knew on the plane that there was something drawing me to you. I'm a believer in fate, and I think there's a reason we were on that plane together. I saw you in the cafÃ©, and hell, we live in the same building. Someone is trying to tell us something. I can't lie. I don't want to ignore it.”

Lena sighed. “I just ... Terrin, I don't want to get involved with you, knowing I have my situation with Denise.”

“I understand. I don't expect you to jump into my arms. I would just like the chance to really get to know Lena Redding for who she is. Maybe help you in finding who you really want to be.”

Lena's heart was racing. She studied Terrin's oval face and smooth caramel skin. Her big brown eyes were drawing Lena in. Her leg trembled as butterflies ran throughout her body.

“I just don't want to hurt another woman.”

“Lena, if hurting me in the long run helps to heal you, then go right ahead. I'm a big girl, I can take it.”

The warmth turned to a full fire. Lena shifted in her seat. She couldn't think straight with Terrin staring at her. She wanted Terrin's hand on her. She wanted to feel the warmth of Terrin's body next to hers.

“I think I need to go home.”

“Are you sure?” Terrin questioned, trying to hide her disappointment.

Lena stood up. “I have a lot to think about. But if it's all right with you, I would like to see you again, maybe tonight.”

Terrin's lips curved upward. She stood up and wrapped her arms around Lena.

Lena felt a familiar safety in Terrin's arms, the same safety she felt when Denise held her.

“That sounds great.” Terrin reluctantly let Lena go.

Lena felt like she was floating all the way to her home. She unlocked the door and pulled it open. She walked in with her eyes closed and sighed.

“Where have you been?”

“Shit!” Lena jumped at the deep voice. She opened her eyes to see Brandon standing with an awkward expression on his face. “You scared the living daylights out of me.”

“Lena, where have you been all night?”

“Umm, I was at Carâ”

“Before you form your mouth to lie, Carmen has called here three times looking for yo ass.” Brandon's voice rumbled.

Lena's eyes widened. She looked at his tall physique. He looked amazing in his jeans and blue polo shirt.

“See, I wasn't even about to say Carmen's. You know my sorority sister, Carla. We had a girls' night out last night.”

“Girls' night out, huh?” Brandon huffed. “Right, Lena.” Brandon walked to the bedroom.

Lena followed.

“Did it include the nigga you was with at Onyx?”

Lena rolled her eyes. She wanted to kill Nicole. “See, I knew that bitch was gonna take that shit the wrong way. I wasn't with that guy, his friend was trying to get at Carmen. Wait, why are you questioning me anyway? I haven't talked to you in forever.”

“I'm not really questioning you. I just thought we were past all the lies. And it's tacky as hell for you to be all up on some nigga in public like that. Then you stay out all night!”

“I wasn't on anyone. I didn't even know the guy, and I told you where I was. I'm not lying to you.”

Brandon stopped and looked at Lena.

Lena sighed. “OK, so I was lying, damn. Truth is, I went out with a friend I met in this building, and I got drunk and fell asleep on her couch. But it wasn't a guy, and I really wasn't on anyone at Onyx.”

Brandon stared at Lena. “A friend in the building, huh? Gay or straight.”

“Brandon, what the hell ...”

“Gay or straight, Lena?” Brandon opened his dresser drawer.

Lena tried to read his straight face.

“She's gay.”

Brandon started laughing. “Wow, OK. Well, I just stopped by to get some things. I won't be long.”

“Brandon, don't act like that!”

Brandon continued to pull clothes out with a smirk on his face. “I'm not acting like anything.”

“Ugh, whatever.” Lena sat on the edge of their bed. She didn't like his nonchalant attitude. She preferred when he got angry.

“So, what's up, Lena? Are you gay now or something?” Brandon turned to Lena.

“You are seriously pissing me off right now.”

“What's the deal with Denise? I saw her modeling shit. Guess she got up to NY and trying to blow up. What? No time for seducing my wife anymore?”

Brandon's words cut Lena like a rusty knife. She rolled her eyes. “I don't know. I haven't talked to her in forever.”

Brandon pressed his lips together and nodded his head. “Well, wife, I guess I have everything I need.”

Lena watched as Brandon pushed his expensive clothes into one of their pieces of luggage. Although angry, Lena was strangely attracted to him. She walked up behind him and put her arms around him.

Brandon turned around to her.

“What are you doing?”

Lena smirked. “I don't know.”

Brandon frowned. He pushed Lena away. “Well, do that when you know what you are doing.” Brandon kissed Lena on her forehead and walked out the room, leaving Lena's face on the floor.

Lena's fire was burning hot. Between Terrin and Brandon, she had to do something. She didn't have anything to pleasure herself, no toys to help her get the orgasm her body was pleading for. Lena pulled her pants off and shirt over her head. She stretched her body across her expensive comforter, spreading her legs apart. Her fingers rubbed her swollen button, making her pussy wetter than before.

“Lena, you know something ...”

Brandon walked into the room. Lena jumped. Brandon's eyes bucked. Lena looked at Brandon, Brandon stared back. He walked over to the bed, pulling his shirt off.

Lena sat up and unbuttoned Brandon's pants. His jeans fell to the ground.

Brandon's manhood stood at attention. Lena's hands stroked his hard shaft. Brandon slowly got on top. Their mouths met. Brandon kissed his passion into Lena's mouth. Lena scratched her fingers down Brandon's broad backside.

Brandon pulled Lena's leg up, slowly entering her fire. He moaned as Lena's cave curved around his dick.

Lena closed her eyes. Brandon's tongue danced on her nipple while he stroked in and out, in and out. Her fire burned for him. Lena moaned for more; she had forgotten how he felt inside her. Her queen missed his king.

Brandon stroked as though he was on a mission. He wanted to fuck all lesbian thoughts out of Lena's head. He wanted to remind her why she married him, why they were together for so long.

“God, I love you, Lena,” Brandon murmured in between sucking on her erect nipples.

“I love you too.” Lena's passion spoke for her. The pleasure was creeping up her leg, making its way through her thighs. Every stroke of Brandon's massiveness brought Lena pleasure and pain, pure ecstasy.

Lena's body jerked. She dug her nails into Brandon's back, and the pain brought Brandon's orgasm. Lena and Brandon exploded together, both dying a thousand deaths that they hadn't experienced together in a long time.

Brandon and Lena struggled to catch their breath. Lena rolled over, placing her head on Brandon's hard chest. Brandon ran his hand through Lena's hair. Words escaped them; they just lay together.

Lena woke up a few hours later. Brandon was sound asleep, snoring next to her. She smiled, her womanhood still sore from the workout he put on her.

Lena sat up in the bed, her leg ending in her wetness from their orgasm. Her smile began to fall. Happiness escaped her; she felt empty.

Lena stood up staring at Brandon's face. He looked the same, his chest going up and down. She looked at the tattoo of her name written on his chest, a tattoo he only got because she caught him in a compromising position.

Lena walked into the bathroom, her pussy still sore from their romp. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her body felt good, but her soul felt empty. Lena turned the shower on and got in. The warm water from the three shower heads hit her body in all the right spots. She washed the scent of sex from her estranged husband off of her body.

Lena walked back into the bedroom. Brandon was no longer in the bed. She could hear the shower running from the guest bathroom. Lena looked in her closet. She looked at all her designer clothes. She thought about Nicole and the other basketball wives. She was like them in so many ways, but also completely different.

She knew that with Brandon her life could never be like her first year in college. She missed the days of just seeming normal like Carmen and Denise. She knew being with Brandon meant embracing the high-society life she grew up in and detested.

“Hey.” Brandon walked back into the room in just a pair of basketball sweats and no shirt. He sat on the side of the bed. “I guess we need to talk.”

Lena looked at Brandon. She realized they had opened a can of worms they couldn't just close. She knew life would be easier if she just stayed with him. She would never have to tell her parents she was getting divorced. But she knew her love for Denise had opened another can that also couldn't be closed. She was attracted to women.

“Brandon, I don't really know what to say at this point.”

“Lena, it's obvious we still have something. Why can't we just try toâ?”

“Brandon we never had an issue in the bedroom. It's the other shit.”

“So what do we do, Lena?

“Brandon, can you sit here and tell me that you will never cheat on me again? That you won't run across that one groupie you just can't resist?”

Brandon's forehead wrinkled. “Can you sit here and tell me you are never going to want to fuck another woman?”

Silence filled the room. Lena lowered her head.

Brandon's anger began to flare. “That's some bullshit, Lena. You are not fucking gay!”

“I don't know what I am. God, this is frustrating!” Lena threw her hands up. “I don't know anything right now. I don't know who I am anymore. I know nothing!”

Lena's body was trembling. She had come face to face with reality, and was confused.

Brandon could see the agony in Lena's face. He stood up, walking over and placing his arms around her.

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