Euphoria ~ z.m.

CHAPTER FIVE - INTIMATE CONVERSATIONS - PART TWO

WE MADE IT PAST 100 READS! I'm so grateful. As promised today's chapter a little late, but worth the wait I promise. 

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The tears were dried. The love was expressed. Yvonne made jokes about being hostile and manly, not cute and incredibly "plushy" as Édith had characterized her. They discussed the Outlander books and The Walking Dead comics, the baby and motherhood, Martha's unfortunate predicament, and finally Édith's new, red Valentino mules.

"So it really bothered you what I said out there in front of the guys?" Yvonne had the courtesy to look apologetic.

"I mean it's just awkward. But no - I suppose it's fine, just never in front of other people okay? Like if - well, especially if Martha comes over don't be parading my sex life in front her. She's going through enough as is."

"Mokay I accept your terms," she laughed. "Okay but seriously, I can't believe Zavier went down on you. The most you've done in two years is make out heavily and grind. You've given him a hand job and he's given you a rub through your pants, not even your undies! You've never even officially seen his penis apart from when you were being a Peeping Tom and watching him masturbate."

"Christ - I know!" Édith's smile was wide and amused. "I was planning on trying to get things going later this weekend, but I came home and things just," she sighed blissfully, "happened - and so fast. Suddenly, there was no room for over analyzing, there was just him fingering me and going down on me..."

"And?"

"And I've been missing out. He properly fucked me with his tongue - if that's even possible - on the kitchen counter." She blushed, but Yvonne could tell it was not only because of the revelation - her dear, old friend was holding something back.

So Yve pounced excitedly, "And!"

"And I didn't exactly have time to shave or groom or anything."

"So?"

"So, I don't know! My Mama's always going on about how men like it 'bald'. I mean I grew up around Lebanese women who spent an unnatural and unhealthy," she emphasized the two adjectives dramatically, "amount of time focused on the state of their eyebrows - the arch, the length, the color, the stray hairs. God forbid I had a unibrow in front of my Grandmother! So imagine what they had to say about pubic hair!"

They both burst out guffaws.

"You know I'm all about supporting my body's decision to grow hair," Yvonne began, eyes twinkling, "which is why whenever I switch things up Olivier always says 'Ouuuu neeeeeww wiiiiiife' exactly like that. I used to put so much pressure on myself to shave down there as if I'd suddenly become the perfect woman for him. But, then I sat Oli down and I was like 'look baby, you're not inept, you understand how bodies work, I'm gonna shave if and when I feel like it.'"

"What did he answer?"

"He was working, so of course he barely batted a lash, but he did very quietly say something like, 'As long as you remember who that pussy belongs to.'" She mimicked Olivier's smooth, distinctive French accent. "What a naughty man," although it sounded as if Yvonne had very much enjoyed her lover's comment. "So, anything else?" the relentless lawyer inquired knowingly.

Édith blushed and looked away focusing with overwhelming interest on the blazing artificial fireplace, "He asked me to masturbate in front of him."

"C'est pas un de tes fantasmes! Mon Dieu, what were his exact words?"

She emulated Zavier's unique Scottish accent, " 'Touch yourself. Touch your clit for me baby girl.' "

"Wow, that's sexy," Yvonne moaned out. "Zavier is totally such a total dom."

Édith laughed practically wistfully, "What do you think I should expect?"

Yve hesitated, began, paused, then began again. "I say don't put any pressure on yourself. Zavier is probably going to go easy on the kinky shit - or rather, he'll try a bunch of light stuff, and he'll see what you respond to. Tell him when you like it and especially when you don't. Oli and Zavy aren't crazy, they are respectful." She paused musing once again, "They're always most certainly going to prioritize our pleasure... as in they get off satisfying us, you know?"

Édith shuddered to think of the women whose partner's ignored mutual pleasure or at the very least those who vehemently refused to equate male and female pleasure. "Oh dear, what if he wants to tie me up and flog me twelve ways to hell?"

Yve suddenly looked terrified, "What gives you that impression?" Her hands moved to encircle her baby bump, whether to prevent the baby from hearing such crude speech or to protect herself from facing such a fate Édith did not know. Nevertheless, the young editor immediately reached across the narrow coffee table to clutch her friend's hand.

"No, a joke. It's a joke! I'm sorry gosh gracious goodness I'm sorry." Yve did not look convinced. "Okay but seriously what if he has a foot fetish or worse what if he has a daddy kink?"

Yvonne profusely rolled her eyes and released her bump, "You ridiculous fool, he does not have a foot fetish. You would have known already," she shivered in revulsion. But then her tone shifted to bashful frustration. "How can a Daddy fetish be worse than a foot -"

The curvy editor cut her off, "No fuc-king way. You have a Daddy fetish. Olivier has a Daddy - dominance complex. I did not see that coming! I am properly flabbergasted. He seems so -" she hesitated, "poised and calm and composed and - oh," she realized, "in control."

"Don't judge me," the black woman's voice had gone small, "I thought you thoroughly enjoyed it when Zavy had asked you to touch yourself for him."

"I'm not, I promise you! I'm not - I just don't know if I would seize up and be turned off, or if I would rip into his flesh like a depraved vampire. It sounds very hot, but also a part of me doesn't understand the logic... he is not my dad."

"You're telling me! I did a Science major in high school, I have a degree in CS and Economics, and now I'm a Lawyer. My existence is practically wired on logic and reasoning."

Édith bit her lip hungrily, "I mean how did you know? How did you know you wanted to call him your Daddy?"

Yvonne was a beautiful, brown skinned girl. Yet upon Édith's question her cheeks rouged to a scaling degree, the blush breaking through the melanin. "That is," she faltered, simultaneously hot and bothered & stunned and bashful "a story for another day."

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I swear I will never get enough of Yvonne and Édith's friendship. I want to depict healthy female relationships filled with love, appreciation and void of contempt. The truth is women can get along with women! You best believe we can be arrogant, abrasive, jealous and judgy, but at the end of the day when a woman succeeds it's uplifting and encouraging for women everywhere. 

 I can't wait for you to read what comes next... just hold on I promise you'll love it. Or you'll hate me for getting your panties in a twist. ;)

Until next week my lovelies! 

- YVE <3