Recessive Gifts Page 4

  “I think you are adorable, and I would tap that if given a chance,” Que winked at Zena, grabbing a costume off the rack. She strolled over to Zena as she felt happy about her choice, “Here, this just screams you.”

  Zena coughed as she admired the costume. She couldn’t believe she was going to wear something so elegant and almost genuine. The costume that Que picked was a 19th-century steampunk costume. A dress that looked like it traveled through time after the Victorian age. Zena had always dreamt of wearing a dress from the 19th century and older. She thought it would be thrilling to pretend and dress like a wealthy black woman around the 19th century without a care in the world, where slavery wasn’t a thing. She felt that some, if not a few, people of color had lived that way, but it was never told in history books or American history.

  She was furious that one of her favorite movies, ‘Belle,’ a movie based on a true story, didn’t get the hype it deserved. It told an uplifting story and showed that love had no boundaries. Another movie that had harsh slavery outshined it. Belle was a free black woman who lived a luxurious life, yet at the same time, she was treated unfairly because of the color of her skin. Her white father, who loved her dearly, left her a fortune when he died. Her uncle, who raised her, eventually saw the wrong of owning slaves and how unfair he was treated because of his ignorance. Belle and his apprentice opened his eyes to the fact that people of different colors are human beings and not property.

  Just like the movie Belle, there was a lot of positive black history that was either watered down or looked over. A majority of people in society were taught only one side of black history. Zena felt that throughout history, not every black person experienced the same experiences throughout life. All that was shoved down Zena’s throat was how she was a descendant of slaves and she was naïve to dream about being a Victorian noblewoman. Despite all the negative things thrown at her, Zena felt that there where possibly black Victorians that lived luxurious life without knowing what slavery was until a greedy country divided their way of life. No matter what though, all those people still experience the same thing no one could get away from because of the color of their skin: ignorance, prejudice, and fighting for their equality. Zena wished there was something that showed another side of black history that wasn’t just slavery.

  There must be some history she never discovered that hasn’t been ruined, hidden, or altered by Americans. Maybe after that night when she gets a chance to live her fantasy, she will look for those secret histories that were buried to the darkness or was looked over just like the movie Belle. Whatever knowledge she would discover she would spread it to others.

  “This dress is….” Zena struggled to get her words out. “Oh, my freaking glob! I can’t believe I get to wear something so amazing and authentic-looking!!! Like wha….AH……Wa…..”

  Holding back from laughing because of Zena’s reaction, Que winked playfully at Zena. “Let’s go back in time, and turn stuff upside down.”

  As Zena went into the bedroom to get changed, Que gave Zena a very alluring expression. She tried to make it clear that she was interested in Zena in many ways. Cards were put on the table for the possibility of the two having a steamy night together.

  Zena grabbed her bag from the floor and placed it on the foot of the bed. Her mind raced as she searched for a pair of panties from her bag. She knew she didn’t imagine things by the way Que was flirting with her. How should she flirt back? What can she do to lead them to kiss and maybe more? With guys, it wasn’t hard because she knew how to make the men work for it. Women, on the other hand, were different. There wasn't any wang hanging between the legs to set off hormones. She had no clue how to make things happen between her and another woman.

  Hands suddenly slid down Zena’s shoulders, pushing open the fabric of her robe. Her body tingled, savoring the sensation of delicate hands rubbing down her torso. She nearly gasped from being groped on her inner thigh.

  ‘I must be daydreaming this,’ Zena thought to herself, her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. The air drained from her lungs when she felt a hand slid under her breast. ‘No…this is real…this is happening! Holy shit!’

  Not wanting to hold back any longer, Que turned Zena and guided her to the bed. She knew Zena wasn’t going to know what to do to start things, so she decided to take the lead. Placing her hands-on Zena’s shoulders, she made Zena sit down on the bed as she crawled on top of her. Her lips perked as she slid down Zena’s robe with one hand while the other played with strands of her hair, nearly purring from the way Zena was gawking at her. She looked like she wanted to devour Zena.

  “I’m going, to be honest, Zena,” Que cooed, “I did stop because you needed help, but I also found you stunning. I’m glad you are opening up to me, and it feels like I have known you for a long time. I never connected with anyone like this before. It makes me want to get to know you more on a personal and mental level.”

  Dumbfoundingly ogling at Que, Zena noticed Que was already in her underwear, which was lingerie. She figured when she was digging for a clean pair of panties, Que had stripped out of her clothes to surprise her. Many times, Zena played these types of scenarios in her head, now it was happening, and she never felt so clueless. Not knowing what to do next, her lips perked in confusion.

  In amusement from Zena’s expression, Que’s lips curved in delight. “You’re adorable. We can take things slow or go at whatever pace you want to take this.” Whispering into Zena’s ear. “But, I am dying to take your lesbian virginity.” With a hungry look on her face, she glided her hand up and down Zena’s body.

  Sheepishly, Zena moved her face closer to Que’s lips. She gave Que a small peck on the lips. She began to kiss her repeatedly, enjoying the sensation of another woman's lips. Gripping on to the back of Zena’s head, Que kissed her hungrily as she pushed her back, slowly gliding her tongue into her mouth. Zena's hand slid to Que’s ass as her eyes rolled, her tongue playing with Que’s tongue. Moans filled the room as their kissing became more erotic, and their breast rubbed against each other. Their hands explored each other’s bodies.

  Just when things were about to get further, Que’s phone rang. Looking disappointed that the moment was ruined, Que pulled away, knowing that she couldn’t ignore the call.

  “Ughh, I want to continue this,” Que looked flustered as she picked up her phone. “But we have to get ready. We can maybe finish what we started when we get back.” Her lips curled from the thought of a continued show.

  “Yeah,” Uncontrollably, the sound of lust escaped Zena’s voice.

  “Let me help you get in your corset.”

  The costume Que had picked out for Zena was a brown steampunk corset with laces in the front. It had a few gears and buckles tastefully placed in different spots. The skirt of the dress was a typical 19th-century long black flounce style.

  While Que helped Zena into her costume, the makeup/hairstylist patiently waited for the two in the living room. Que requested Zena to be prettied up first while she got herself dressed. By the time Zena's makeup was done, Que appeared back into the living room. She dressed as a burlesque dancer, which was more erotic than Zena’s costume.

  “Let’s have some drinks before we go,” Que suggested.

  “A drink sounds so good right now,” Zena agreed, heading to the bar.

  Que leaned over the counter, playfully showing her chest to Zena. “You look amazing.” She licked her lips seductively.

  Finding her confidence and rhythm to keep up with the spunky woman, Zena flirted back. "You look pretty hot yourself.” She bit her lips, giving a sexual response from Que’s tongue licking.

  Que was stunned from Zena’s comeback. “Ohh, I like this side of you. Ugh, if we didn’t have somewhere to go, I would fucking get you wicked drunk to learn more about you inside and out. Why does it feel like I finally broke a wall that was keeping my partner in crime away from me?” She goofily made a funny gesture. “World, why are you so cruel?!”

  Hol
ding on to her side, Zena hooted in tears. She grabbed the cocktail from Que and began to drink. While Que was getting herself prettied up, she and Zena got to know each other more. Que didn’t have much to say about herself as she claimed her life wasn’t as exciting as Zena’s. She always got to do whatever she wanted in life. She came from a prosperous family, as both of her parents were investors and entrepreneurs. Que herself was a renowned party planner with a professional social media account. She planned parties and events for the wealthy in and out of the country. She got to travel around the world, experience different lifestyles, and meet interesting people.

  The party they were crashing was one of the events Que had planned. She was frustrated that she didn’t meet the person who was hosting the party. All she was told was to make things look beautiful and refreshing. Being used to working with her clients one on one, Que decided to crash the party to see why everyone was so secretive. She wanted to make sure her work didn’t go to waste from piss poor instructions.

  “Are you sure I should come with you to this party?” Zena asked, already getting tipsy from the alcohol. “I mean, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t care because you planned the whole thing, but with me there.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” Que thundered. “If people give you shit, I can tell them to fuck off, and you are with me.” Her phone buzzed on the counter. She picked it up, checking her message. “Now, let’s get going. The limo is here. Let’s go have some fun.”

  “Hell yeah!”

  Chapter 4

  Zena and Que walked arms linked together down a long driveway to a Victorian mansion, which almost looked like a castle. Flame shaped decorative light bulbs strung up to the door. The trees along the way had crystal ice lights that look like stars falling from them. People were dressed in stunning elegant costumes while others seemed like they were possibly models or actors. Zena began to feel like she didn’t belong there. She wasn't rich and felt she wasn't as good looking as the people there. She knew she had a pretty face and a decent body but thought she didn’t look as gorgeous compared to everyone else. A black cloud came over her as she once again felt like she didn’t fit in with anything. Worse of all, she thought that she would embarrass herself.

  Zena pulled on Que’s arm as she felt like she just wanted to run. “Que,” Fear struck Zena’s voice. “I’m starting to think this was a bad idea. I’m beginning to sober up, and I think I shouldn’t be here.”

  “Zena, I know that you feel a little afraid, but everything will be just fine.” Que sounded encouraging. “Just stick with me, and you’ll do great. Hey, maybe a stud might sweep you off your feet. I might get a little jelly because you might get enchanted by a handsome man, but I don’t mind sharing.” she giggled.

  Zena took a deep breath. “But I’m not that interesting or successful. I haven’t done anything worthwhile in my life. Hell, I missed my chance of going to a decent college. Even if I want to try to go to college now, I can’t even afford it.”

  “What do you mean you’re not interesting?!” Que put her hands on her hips. “You are interesting. I mean, you decided to leave out of nowhere. Correction, you planned to leave to start a new life. You found the strength to get away from negative stuff in your life. You are bold enough to travel alone! Your life is a new empty book to write Zena. This right here is a great opportunity to start the new life you have made. Maybe you can find someone to start a network with to make money. Which I forgot, I really would like to see your pictures, drawings, and paintings. I might know some people who would maybe love to buy them from you.” She shook her head as she almost lost her train of thought. “Stand up tall and don’t let this opportunity pass you. Who knows, maybe you can meet your future husband or wife,” Shrugging her shoulders as she made a sexy smirk. “Maybe both?” Que held on to Zena's hand tight and kissed her on the cheek. “If you need to take some time to get ready to move again, I’m willing to wait. I will be here with you.”

  Taking a deep breath, Zena relaxed her nerves. What Que said motivated Zena. She was thrilled she had met a woman who was more strong-willed than her. Even happier with how welcoming and friendly she was to her. She could tell she and Que would make something extraordinary with each other. She wished that what was happening between both of them would last, and the magic won't disappear forever.

  Zena hugged on to Que, trying not to cry. “Thank you so much for everything, Que. Because of your kindness, maybe I should reconsider trying to make friends with people again.”

  “There is always plenty of fish in the sea. Yes, there may be people who stand out more than others who will treat you wrong, but there will always be someone who will want to make an effort.”

  “Thanks for the pep talk. I’m ready to go to my first fancy party. Whatever happens, happens. I might make a fool of myself, but hey, I’ll probably never see these people again.”

  “Also remember you have me as a pillar. I’ll make a fool of myself as well, so you won't be the only one. Now let’s go party and have some fun.”

  Both women giggled as they held hands walking into the mansion. Through those doors would be something new and exciting. There was no knowing what could happen. The possibilities were endless.

  *******

  Yuri and Liam walked side by side at a party they weren't invited to. Nothing looked out of the ordinary as there was a good share of both humans and supernatural people around, though looks could always be deceiving. Yuri knew the person who was hosting this costume party. Whatever the person was planning, he and Liam would be there to stop it.

  “Look at all the bonnie wummen in their costumes,” Liam tried not to drool. “Maybe we can find the one here?”

  “I highly doubt that Liam,” Yuri said coldly. “Remember what we are here for. It is wrong to pry on a possible innocent victim.”

  Liam pouted. “Oh, come on, lighten up a little, Mr. Vamp. We are at a party. It doesn’t matter what the intentions are; we can still have a little fun,” Liam elbowed Yuri in the arm.

  Yuri rolled his eyes as he walked around the grand main room, where most of the guests were gathered. He made sure he wasn’t noticed by people he didn’t want to know he was there. Secretly, Yuri did find some of the women he saw attractive. He wouldn’t mind taking maybe one or two women home to have fun with him and Liam. While the two men look in public view, in the shadows, Liam and Yuri's hired men looked for anything out of the ordinary to the public eye.

  Liam flirted with some women, while Yuri stood near a wall, watching everything. A waiter came up to him and offered him a drink. A few people approached him, but they weren’t worthy enough for much of his time. Now and then, Yuri would check on his hired men who lurked in the shadows to see if they found their objectives.

  Suddenly, Yuri smelled something delicious. He looked around for the source of the smell. Whoever was giving off the scent, made him want to find and have his way with her. Yes her. He could tell it was a woman. It felt like something was telling him that he needed to find her before it was too late. His senses were almost going out of control. He never felt like going out of control before. He had to know who this woman was. Her scent from afar made him want to drown himself in her.

  Liam looked like he suddenly smelt the same thing as his inhuman senses kicked in. He walked up to Yuri, looking like he was forcing himself not to lose it. He appeared like he as well needed to find her. No, he HAD to find her, not needed to.

  “You feel it now as well,” Yuri said quietly, not giving Liam eye contact.

  “Aye, I do.” Liam tried not to bounce like a little kid wanting candy. “I’ve never smelled anything like this before. It’s alluring.”

  “I agree with you on that. I’m finding it hard to keep myself together.”

  “Let’s not sit around then. Let’s go find her and sweep her off her feet.”

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  Zena had way too much fun. Que had to keep closing her mouth, as she dropped it many times from shock. The decorati
ons inside the house were terrific, and the food looked delicious. Everything was elegant and surreal. Zena wished she had her camera to capture this moment. The curtains were hung in decorative ways on the walls and ceilings. The balloons matched the costume theme. Everything was tastefully designed to mimic the experience of a steampunk era. The food was placed in fancy antique trays and stands. After getting over being surprised by how lavish the party was, Zena and Que explored around the mansion. Men and some women admired both of them. The music switched between top hit songs and classical music. When an upbeat song played, Que would pull Zena out to the dance floor to dance with her. When they felt like they were going to be exposed by people who asked why they were there or who invited them, both ladies would move to a different location. Zena and Que eventually made their way from the main room to the bar room. They had a couple of drinks as they watched the party, making jokes and mocking people who seemed like snobs.

  A man wearing a black suit approached Que unexpectedly and whispered into her ear with a stern look. Que looked at Zena concerned. It was clear she didn’t like whatever the man told her.

  Zena noticed the worried look on Que’s face. “Que is something wrong?”

  Que put on a fake smile. “It looks like the assistant of the host knows I’m here and would like a word with me alone. I don’t want to leave you behind, but I’m not able to bring you with me.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ll stay here until you get back. I just hope we don’t get kicked out.”

  Que stood up. “We are not in trouble. I just have to meet with him, then we can stay if we want to. I’m sorry for leaving you like this. I swear I will be right back.” She held on to Zena's hand. “Don’t leave this spot and don’t go anywhere with anyone. You have my number if you need me for anything. I will come back running, ok?”