Journey into the Unknown (4 page)

Cheers, claps, and talking reaches maximum noise levels. I want to put my hands over my ears, but I want to remain professional. So, I continue my search for Kye and the girls as the crowd disperses and music fills the room again.

I walk past tables filled with scrumptious-looking food. I feel a little tug of hunger, but the figure-fitting dress I am wearing will definitely push out my abs if I start to eat after drinking so much. Soon, my feet begin to feel a little achy from walking around searching for Kye. So, finally I ask a waitress if she happens to know her. She directs me to someone who handles the guest list. After informing her of Kiley’s full name, she immediately knows who she is.

“Yes, Kiley is one of our top activists and very popular in the circuit.”

I am surprised that Kye is a well-known figure as I head up the stairs in search of the conference room. The lady informs me that Kye is wrapping up a meeting and should be on her way back down to the party. I get to the top of the stairs but there is no sign saying 'conference room,' so I gently knock on each door. Each room appears to be dark, empty, and locked. I open the door to the next room without knocking, expecting the same. Realizing I should turn away, I am hypnotized and fascinated when I see two women engaged in oral sex. I’ve seen this before in movies and in magazines, but never in real life. I’m frozen in place and watching because of curiosity. From the time I met Kye up until now, my horizons have been opening up and I want to know more about the unknown.

The beautiful young woman receives from her giver and is screaming from a climactic high. I feel a tingling all over my body. My eyes tear up with eagerness. Do I really want to explore the possibilities? I’m surprised when one of the young ladies opens her eyes and smiles at me. The partner kisses her vagina then glides her tongue all the way from there to linger on her breasts, kissing and sucking. She then holds onto her breasts, squeezing them as she finds her way to her lips. The kissing is so intense and thirsty that I stand there weak and wanting. The receiver lies there as if she likes being watched. Her partner enters her body again, but this time with a sex toy strapped around her waist. She looks back at me once again before her eyes close in ecstasy and she begins sucking on the neck of her lover. She is enjoying the strapped-on joy toy as it enters her body fast and furiously. Both ladies seem to enjoy that they have an audience. Passionate cries fill my ears. Feeling weak with lust, I almost take a seat in the nearby chair and use my fingers to release myself when I am caught by surprise.

I’m so excited that I don't notice that I am also being watched. Someone grabs me, wraps their arms around me, and pushes me into the room. It’s all done so quietly and quickly that the couple on the bed doesn't even notice. I hear the door closing behind me. I look toward the bed to see if the couple has been interrupted, but they continue to engage. I am scared of being bound, yet I am turned on by watching the couple. I am also being turned on from being held from behind.

I recognize my captor’s voice as she speaks.

“Ginger and Mylee, you girls have company. I think she’s enjoying the action.”

Ginger responds as Mylee stops and rolls over to see whose speaking. Neither lady is shocked to see us standing there, so I figure they are used to an audience. My arms are released and I turn around to face Kiley.

“Kye!”

“Yes, it's me! And it is you, Miranda. I assume you were looking for me and opened the door to this room. I gather you stepped into something you might enjoy experiencing for yourself.”

I can’t speak. I am at a loss for words, but more surprised when the couple continues having sex right in front of us.

Kye extends her hand for me to take a seat in a nearby chair, so that I can watch. I try to reach for the door knob, but she is not having it. She blocks my path. So, I sit and watch as my panties moisten with desire. I cross my legs, then cross again in the other direction. I'm embarrassed and excited at the same time. I don’t know what to expect from Kye. She is looking back and forth from me to the couple, checking out my reaction.

Without words, Mylee motions for me to come and join them on the bed. Ginger is still smiling and reeling in the pleasure she just experienced. I want so much to have that experience, but I just cannot bring myself to rise and go over to the bed.

“What are you afraid of?” Kye asks. “I know you want to. No one has to know but us four. If you want, Ginger and I can leave the room and leave you and Mylee alone.

I’m still speechless. My eyes water with desire. I want so much to quench the thirst that burns inside me; that’s burning inside of my panties. The cold shower I had earlier at my house did nothing to cool the craving to try this new thing. I got so turned on at the Eagle with the women touching my body and now this. Do I want to indulge and journey into the unknown? Yes, I want to. So, why can’t I move to the bed? What is making me so afraid?

“Okay, so Ginger, how about we take a walk and see if Mylee can do some convincing on her own. Maybe Miss M is too shy with us being in the room.”

I immediately speak up.

“No, don’t leave me. I need to go. I need some fresh air.”

I jump up and bolt past Kye, open the door, and run down the stairs to an outside balcony. I think I'm alone until the millionaire owner, Edgar, comes out of the darkness with a drink in his hand.

“My, my, my, so I am not the only one who needs a little alone time.”

I turn quickly and am embarrassed again. I must look horrific to him. But he has a soothing voice and welcoming face.

“You must be a first timer, because only a first timer would run onto my private balcony. I’ll excuse you because something seems to have you upset. I’m baffled because no one gets upset at my parties. Well, we get a little drunk and overly inebriated, but never upset. So, may I ask what is wrong and offer my assistance?”

“I—I, I’m okay. I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

“Oh, beautiful lady, you are definitely not disturbing me, but I see you are disturbed. Is there some complaint about the event you want to share with me? I will definitely see to rectifying the situation. I want all guests to enjoy themselves at all costs.”

“No—No, I’m okay now. I just got a little overheated and came outside for fresh air.”

“Okay, I’ll accept that. I’m Edgar and you are?”

“I’m Miranda. N-n-nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Oh well, I hope all good and nothing naughty. Anyway, take all the time you need out here. I’m sorry you got heated and I’ll tell staff to check the temperatures inside. It’s a lot of people here, so I can understand if you got your own climate change. Tootles! And nice meeting you, Miranda.”

“Nice meeting you, Edgar.”

I call a taxi to pick me up urgently. I remain on the balcony until I see the car pull up out front and I run out of the house without confronting Kye or anyone else. How do I end up with the same cab driver?

* * * *

On the drive home, I pull Alastair’s business card from my purse. I call his number from my cell phone. Getting no answer, I assume he is still at the bar. I know of no other male to call tonight to try and prove that I'm still straight. Leaving no message on his voice mail, I hang up. As soon as the driver reaches my house, Alastair calls me back. I pay the driver as I answer my cell phone. The driver sits and listens to my conversation.

“Hi, yes, Alastair, it’s me, Miranda, from the Eagle.”

“Ah yes, Miranda, it’s so good to hear from you. I never expected a call.”

“Well, I didn’t ever expect to call you, but I am wondering if you will come by my house for a drink tonight. I would love to have you.”

“I would never turn down such an invitation from a beautiful young woman. Give me the address and I’m on my way pronto.”

Alastair notes my address as the nosey cab driver just sits there looking at me with a smirk on his face. I drop his fare on the seat. He picks up the bills then speaks while looking at me in the rear view mirror.

“What happened at the party?” he asks. “Were there not enough playgirl bunny rabbits to go around? Or perhaps you are not dyke after all. Alastair is not female as I can hear by his voice on the phone. Hmm! So, you are planning a hot night with a male and not a female. Strange! But, then again, you may just make it a party and invite a girl too. Hmm!”

I exit the car while the driver is commenting. Coming back down from cloud nine, I lift my purse to smash his face through the open window, but he skids off in his car.

“That nosey, smart-mouth cabby almost got clobbered,” I say out loud.

As I turn the key to my door, I realize that I just gave an invitation to a complete stranger to visit me at my home. He is possibly not even a US citizen. What am I doing?

Throw caution to the wind
, keeps echoing inside of my head. After hearing the words repeatedly, I become confident and determined to quench the thirst with someone who thinks I’m gay instead of someone who is indeed gay like Mylee and Ginger. Getting into the shower and after a short, but thorough rinse, I grab the sexiest lingerie I can find. I lotion up and put on perfume. I meet Alastair at the door looking sexy and alluring. We both get out of our clothes in a matter of minutes. Grabbing his lips with mine, I am on a mission to prove that I love sex with males and that I do not want to have sex with women.

We are in bed and instantaneously naked and on fire. No words between us, we both know what my earlier phone call to him was about. I am on my back kissing Alastair, wild with passion. I am on fire with the need for him to enter me. We roll around on my bed clinging to each other’s lips. We lock together like a bolt to a socket, each of us needing to be extinguished. I end up on top of him, clenching his ripped chest as I glide on his hardness with pleasure. I look down into his burning eyes. His body is pushing into mine as if he is putting all of his lust into me. We are on the same mission and that is to quench the lust we experienced throughout the night. I see Ginger and Mylee in my head. I feel the women at the Eagle's Nest pawing my body and kissing me. Reminiscing is surely assisting my efforts with Alastair because he is moaning with pure pleasure.

I think back to Mylee as she took control and used her strap-on toy; Ginger’s legs dangling over Mylee’s arms with each thrust to her body, the sounds of pleasure, the heated passion, and the desperation to please each other. I think back over the history of men in my life and find that they have never tried to please as much as that female on female couple tried to please each other. I wonder if the two are lifetime partners as I’m riding into ecstasy land. As Alastair pulls my ass cheeks to pull my hotness closer to meet his, the phone rings and rushes our release. Out of breath, I pick up the phone to hear loud music playing in the background. Kye screams into the phone.

“You sound out of breath, Miranda. Where are you on the dance floor? I’m searching for you.”

“You mean at Edgar’s mansion?”

“Where else?”

“I’m home.”

“Home? What the heck are you doing at home?”

“Well, I guess I got homesick.”

Alastair starts to speak. I try to shush him, but Kye overhears his voice.

“Miranda, is that your partner?” Alastair asks. “Invite her over. It’ll be a party.”

I laugh and respond to him as I attempt to get out of bed, wrapping the sheet around my naked body. He kisses down my leg as I get off the bed. He palms my breasts. He starts to scream loudly and celebrate our exhilarating encounter. He is so excited that he starts to speak in his native language.

“Whoa, that was the best sex! Wow! Wow! Wow!”

“What is going on there?” Kye asks.

“I’ll explain later, Kye.”

Alastair slaps my ass cheeks as I walk into the other room for a private conversation.

“Okay Miranda, later can be at the Topsy Turvy bar around the corner from my apartment complex in about one hour.”

“So you are going to leave a grand party just to hang out with me?”

“Yes. I enjoy your company. I really hate that you left the mansion. I was going to ask that you go to the bar and have a drink with me anyway.”

“As you heard, I have a guest here.”

“Yeah, I hear he said he had the best sex ever and wow, wow, wow. Well, just ask him to stay until you return home. I will only keep you like thirty minutes to an hour. He will wait for you, I’m sure.”

“So, how many will be in your entourage?”

“I’m rolling solo.”

“Okay, I’ll meet you.”

“Great, I’ll see you in one hour.”

I’m feeling spontaneous and carefree again. Alastair isn’t disappointed. He is excited and hoping I will bring Kye back home with me for a threesome. I’m leery of Alastair, but I think he’s safe to leave at my home until I return. He offers his car, but I refuse.

I call a cab and end up with the same smart-mouth cabby.

“How do I keep ending up with you as my driver?”

“Gaydar, I guess. I keep ending up with you guys, too.”

“What do you mean 'you guys’? Do you really think that just because I associate and participate in these type activities that I am gay?”

“Aye!” he responds and then drives off.

* * * *

Walking into the darkness of the Topsy Turvy Bar, I realize it is a gay bar. Kye didn’t bother telling me. A spotlight lights the stage as I hear the last words of the speaker on stage.

''I’m out of the closet which had me bound.

Everyone knows, so I guess I’m considered lesbian now.''

Laughter and applause fills the room. The woman leaves the stage and I make it over to an empty table. I’m surprised to see that the next person on stage is a tall, beautiful black lady poet. She is the friend Kye met on the pier the first day we had lunch together.

Just as she speaks the first lines of her poem, Kye appears with drinks and places the glasses on the table. Kye places her finger to her mouth as if to tell me not to speak, but listen to her friend on stage. She points toward the stage and I follow instructions as the words flow loudly through the microphone.