Unspeakable Proposal

by Lee, Brenda Stokes

  “African American…”

  “What?”

  “You just said you prefer the term African American and not…”

  “Please shut up… Okay just shhh right now! Okay? Because you’re only digging the hole deeper, and building your dog house bigger.”

  “Are you actually upset about this? Hope, we’ve been married five years… You of all people on the planet should know I’m not racially insensitive. It was a stupid statement. I honestly didn’t know. I’ve never seen you get a sunburn so I…”

  “That’s because I use sunscreen John!” She snapped. “Again, please just stop talking.”

  “I can’t believe you’re mad about…”

  “Walk away John. Get up off of me and walk the fuck away right now or I swear to God… Walk away!” She quietly advised him.

  “I’m in timeout I suppose? Sorry! I think I’ll just take a walk along the beach.”

  “Yeah! I think that’s probably a good idea.” Hope nonchalantly said as she looked away from him and closed her eyes to enjoy the sun.

  “Hope, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please don’t be upset with me. I love you.” John said as he gently kissed her cheek before he left.

  “Bye John.” She carelessly mumbled.

  John reluctantly left. Naturally he didn’t mean to upset Hope. He felt bad and decided it was best to give his wife some space, so he took a long walk along the shoreline. He had no idea Hope had planned the entire altercation. She spotted Quanique at the bar and seized the perfect opportunity to initiate Project Baby Bump.

  The second John disappeared from her sight Hope waved Quanique over.

  “Hey, how was your flight?” She welcomed her with a bright smile.

  “Great! Thanks so much for the first class accommodations. I’ve never flown first class before. It was an experience I could get used to. You look comfortable. I see you’re getting a little sun.”

  Hope giggled. “Yeah, can you tie my top for me?”

  “Sure! I love your bikini, by the way! I hope I have a body like yours when I turn thirty-five.” She said as she tied Hope’s straps. Eyeing Hope’s toned ass, she couldn’t resist the urge to cop a casual feel.

  “Hope rolled over, and suspiciously eyed her. “I know fucking well you did not just feel me up.”

  Quanique snickered. “Yes, I did and what of it?”

  “You don’t get it… Do you? I’m not bisexual, and I’m not slightly curious. You are strictly here for my husband’s pleasure. You and I don’t really need to ever… I repeat EVER touch.” Hope assured her, conveying the message she was not even vaguely interested.

  “Seriously? You actually think you can have a threesome with another woman and never get touched. Please!” Quanique laughed. “Hope, I am not going to apologize for the fact I’m attracted to you. And… If I may add… Your husband is not going to buy into your, ‘I want to have a threesome!’ fantasy if you don’t at least act like you are attracted to me.”

  Hope sat up and stared Quanique down. “Don’t make me think I made a mistake by contracting you. Quanique, this is strictly business! And Hope Sabin… Well, Hope Sabin is going to remain strictly a dick freak! So whatever little fantasies you have about fucking me and turning me out… I strongly suggest you find a way to deal with them. Now, as far as my husband goes, and what he believes is going on… Please leave that to me. Okay? I studied acting, theater and film in undergrad. I think I can convince my husband I’m turned on by you… Especially in the dark. So, can we put all the bullshit to the side and get down to business? Huh?”

  “Sure, just one more question.”

  “What is it?”

  “So you’re not remotely interested in feeling what it’s like to be with a woman as sexy as me? Oh come on Hope… A part of you wants this for you! Not for your husband and not for your baby… Just admit it. Hope, you’re rich and powerful, and I know you’re a straight up freak trying to hide her big old freak flag from the world because it’s the Christian thing to do. You have an opportunity to fly that flag with me… No one will ever know your little secret… I’ll take it to my grave… And trust me Hope… I am an incredible lover. Just once, do something for Hope.”

  Hope did not immediately respond. Instead, she grabbed the sunscreen and liberally applied it to her arms and legs as Quanique watched. Quanique slowly peeled her cover up off to reveal her spectacular body. Dressed in a deep yellow thong bikini she looked sensational. Pulling her new designer sunglasses from her bag, she put them on as Hope watched.

  “I’m just saying… It’s your money… But if I were you… I’d definitely fuck me. In fact… I’d fuck the hell out of me.” She smirked as she relaxed back in John’s lounge chair.

  “Lord send me some damn help. Little girl… You’re not listening to me! I don’t want to fuck you. I want my husband to fuck you so we can have a baby. Okay? What? You think I don’t know what pussy tastes like? Trust me I do and I don’t fucking like it! Every single time my husband takes his dick out of my pussy and shoves it in my mouth I get a taste of pussy… And again… I don’t like it! I don’t like the taste of mine, and so I know for damn sure I won’t like the taste of yours! I’m going to say it one last time before I call all of this bullshit off and send your hot little ass back to North Carolina. This is a Business Arrangement! So…. FUCK on Your Own FUCKING Time!”

  “Yeah whatever.” Quanique murmured beneath her breath.

  “Yeah whatever my ass! Quanique, I’m serious! This is business! Do you understand? Cause if you don’t get the FUCK UP and leave right now! My attorney will meet you at the airport with your damn money, no harm no foul! Okay? Because I don’t have time for your bullshit! You decide… Because right now I don’t give a damn what you decide to do. So what’s it going to be? Huh, Quanique?” Hope snorted.

  “Calm down. You’re too pretty to act so damn ugly. So, what’s the plan?” She casually replied letting everything Hope said roll off her back like a bead of water on a duck’s ass.

  “Okay, so I just picked a bullshit fight with him to soften him. John’s a genuinely good guy. He positively hates it when I’m upset with him, so he’ll do almost anything to get back in my good graces.”

  “What was the fight about? Nothing serious I hope.”

  “Silly bullshit!” Hope snickered. “I asked him to put some sunscreen on my back and guess what he said.”

  “What?”

  “Girl, he made a dumbass comment that he thought black people didn’t get sunburned.”

  “No!”

  “Yes!”

  “Please tell me you didn’t rip into him about that.”

  “Child, I all but ripped him a new asshole. I kind of felt sorry for him. He’s so sensitive about my race, and he tries so hard to be politically correct but… I don’t have to tell you there are so damn many stereotypes who can keep up with them all. He’ll beat himself up for days about that one idiotic statement.”

  “Girl, I’m glad I was born black. Hell, I can’t even keep up with half of all the bullshit that should offend us!” She laughed.

  “I know… I know…” Hope laughed. “Like I said… I hated to but I had to find a way to ease you into our vacation. This way when he gets back I can just introduce you as someone who was looking for an available chair.”

  “Great! I like the jilted bride cover you came up with. I got all my lines together, and I’m ready.”

  “I hope so because we’re going to have to do a whole lot of improv, because here he comes.

  “Right on cue. This is so exciting. DAYUM! He’s fuckin fine as hell!”

  Hope looks at Quanique and rolls her eyes. “Bitch! What did I just tell you? Fuck on your own damn time!”

  Quanique burst into laughter. “I got it… I got it… I was just giving you your props for scoring a fine ass man. I get it! This is strictly business. I got this!”

  John slowly approached as he watched the two beautiful women laughing. “Oh My D-a-m-n!” He brea
thed as he caught a glimpse of Quanique’s goodies which were overflowing from her way too damn tight bathing suit. Without warning his dick stirred in his swim shorts and jerked from the right side to the left. “Now you know fucking better!” He warned it as he discreetly adjusted it back to its original position.

  “Hey baby! How was your walk?” Hope greeted him with a broad smile and a sweet kiss on the lips as he sat down next to her on her lounge chair.

  Sucking her lips in his mouth and then whispering in her ear he said, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

  “Of course. I’m sorry too. I overreacted. I was just in a bad mood. It actually wasn’t that serious.”

  “So we’re good?”

  “Yes! We’re better than good.”

  Quanique flipped through a new issue of Essence Magazine pretending to be totally oblivious to their conversation. Eyeing John from the cover of her dark sun glasses she felt her pussy thump and tighten. She was correct. John was as fine as hell. John was a little above average height. She estimated him to be just at six foot two, wearing a strong, toned muscular build. His body was deeply tanned, but she sensed he had a natural dark complexion for a white guy. His hair was dark and thick and his eyes were a hypnotic blue. She quickly speculated he had some Greek or Mediterranean heritage somewhere in his bloodline based upon the strong chiseled lines of his face and his dark pigmentation.

  Yes, John was as fine as the fur on a butterfly’s ass. He was effortlessly sexy, yet somehow uncorrupted by it. Quanique slowly nodded her head yes acknowledging he was undeniably fuckable. She couldn’t wait to see if he had a clue what to do with that monster that lurked between his thighs. Becoming heated at the mere thought of his gorgeous face buried between her thighs, Quanique decided to excuse herself for some much needed time with her vibrator.

  “Hope, it was such a pleasure to meet you. I hope I run into you again, but I’m going to relax awhile in my room.”

  “Wait a second. Let me introduce you to my husband, John.” Hope quickly stopped her, not sure what she was up to.

  “Of course.” Quanique agreed as she took her dark sunglasses off to reveal her beautiful dark brown eyes.

  “John, this is Quanique Robinson. She’s from Concord. Quanique this is my husband, John Sabin.”

  “Nice to meet you John. Your wife has been raving about you since the moment I sat down. I’m sorry I had to steal your chair, but I was feeling a little lightheaded. Thank God Hope was kind enough to allow me to sit for a second.”

  “I hope everything is okay.” John sympathized.

  “I’m fine. I just had a rough night, and I haven’t slept in a couple of days because of the wedding…” She replied shaking her head as if she was trying to shake off an unpleasant experience. “I’m okay. You two enjoy your day.”

  “Thanks! You’re a newlywed huh? Congratulations! Maybe we can get together for drinks with you and your husband before you leave St. Croix.” Hope quickly elbowed John in his side. He was a little confused and eyeballed her with a puzzled look as she discreetly shook her head no.

  “Ummm yeah… Well, I’m pretty sure that’s not going to be possible, but thanks for your kind offer. Look, I’d better go.”

  “Okay… Well, it was nice to talk to you. I’ll call and check on you later. You know to make sure you’re okay... I mean if it’s all the same with you.”

  “It’s not really necessary. Thanks though.”

  “No… Quanique I’d feel better if I knew for sure everything was okay. It’s not a bother. After all we’re the only people you know on the island, and you’re traveling alone.” Hope persisted.

  “Sure… If it’d put your mind at ease. I’m in the Bridal Suite.”

  “Alright, well I’ll give you a call.”

  “Thanks Hope. Nice to meet you John.” Quanique said as she gathered her bags and quickly left.

  The slowly seductive rhythm of Quanique’s bare ass mesmerized John as he watched her walk way. Hope smirked as she cleared her throat and coughed loudly to break his trance. John recovered quickly.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah… Sure… I’m fine!”

  “Really, because it looked as though you had slipped into an ass overdose coma or had a bad case of ass-cid reflux, or needed an ass-prin!”

  John looked at his beautiful wife. He had been caught red handed. “Baby, I’m sorry! I know I was as wrong as tits on a bull… But that’s one pretty girl.”

  “Oh yeah? So what am I?” Hope teased.

  “You, my Lady, are an extraordinarily, breathtakingly beautiful woman.” He flirted as he sampled her lips. And I am a world class ass with a healthy sexual appetite and a jerk for a dick!” Hope rolled her eyes and pulled away from his embrace. “Oh come on baby! I’m a man! Name one straight man on the damn planet who wouldn’t have looked. DAMN! Did you see that bikini?”

  “Shut Up!”

  “Okay, you’re right! Your Honor, I plead guilty as charged and I throw myself on the mercy of the court. Please Your Honor, do not sentence me to death for this misdemeanor. Please charge it to my dick and not my heart!” He pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

  “Just stop! Boy, I’m not tripping over you looking at that little girl.”

  “She does look a little young to be married. How old is she anyway?”

  “I don’t know. She’s older than she looks… I guess, probably somewhere around twenty-two to twenty-four.”

  “I guess that’s not too young to get married. Speaking of which… Why did you elbow me when I invited her and her husband out for a drink? What was that all about?”

  Hope shook her head. “I tried to stop you because the poor little thing was stood up on her wedding day. She didn’t get married. She came on her honeymoon alone so she didn’t have to forfeit the expense of the trip.”

  “No! Ah shit! I didn’t know!”

  “How could you. Hell, I did the same damn thing!”

  “She got jilted at the altar, and my dumbass had to mention her husband. Damn. How does my damn foot keep finding its way into my fat ass mouth today?”

  “I don’t have a clue. But you have no idea how big your mouth is… She was marrying a woman and not a man, so…”

  “No fucking way! She’s a lesbian?”

  “No! See that’s the problem. She’s bisexual.”

  “How can she be bisexual and get married to a woman? Wouldn’t that, by default, make her a lesbian, since she would no longer be available to sleep with men? I don’t get it. How does that work?” John asked utterly confused at this point.

  “I don’t really know for sure… But she said that was the source of their problem. Apparently Quanique loves the dick a hell of a lot more than she loves the pussy. And her fiancé wasn’t about to share her.”

  “I can’t say I blame her.” John chimed in without thinking.

  Hope rolled her eyes. “Keep it up!”

  “Sorry… Just stating the obvious!” He chuckled. “So… Don’t they have strap on dildoes for that very reason? I know it’s a stupid question, but I don’t know the answer, so I got to ask.”

  “Like I’m the damn expert on bisexual and lesbian life?” Hope laughed. “All I know is she wanted the right to get some real life dick in her once or twice a month.”

  “No! Are you serious? See that’s just not going to work. That is just not conducive to a marriage between two women.” John responded as he bought into the gossip fest.

  “Exactly! So she told her fiancé, Jewels, that she had to have her dick along with her clit and Jewels just wasn’t having any of that bullshit! Apparently Jewels was a lesbian. She refused to enter into an open marriage, and she called the whole thing off the day of the wedding.”

  “Oh hell no! Now that’s what lawyers refer to as irreconcilable differences.”

  “Hey tell me about it!” Hope laughed. “I’m laughing, but it actually isn’t funny. She seems like a nice girl. She’s pretty torn up abou
t the whole thing.”

  “So what… I don’t understand… She doesn’t love this woman, Jewels, enough to pledge her fidelity?”

  “According to her, she loves her immensely, but a life without a lick of a warm dick was a deal breaker.”

  “That’s pretty fucked up! She’s young. She’ll recover. So what’s she going to do?”

  “Besides find some man and overdose on his dick?” Hope giggled.

  “You need to stop.” John chuckled. “I mean it’s funny, but she seems broken up about it and she obviously felt comfortable bearing her soul to you. Is she going to go back to Jewels and at least try to make it work?”

  Hope snickered. “That was probably another poor decision, telling me all of her business because you know I’m a drama feign! I have been suppressing the urge to laugh since the second she confided in me. My jaw hurts… It’s been unhinged from the second she started talking. Oh My God! This shit reads like a sleazy erotic romance novel. According to her, fuck Jewels! She emphatically said she was getting some dick from somebody on her would be honeymoon. I think it’s just an attempt to stick it to Jewels.”

  “Wow… This is some seriously fucked up Jerry Springer shit. I’d wish her luck, but I’m not sure she’s going to need. Well at least not with the dick part. I think you’re right, her heart’s broken. She’s just venting. Hopefully it doesn’t get her into trouble.”

  “I think she’s going to be okay. I feel sorry for the poor bastard she hooks up with. She hasn’t had a real life, throbbing and pulsating dick in over two years. Somebody is about to get straight up Ninja Fucked!”

  “Yeah! Imagine how that lucky… I mean poor bastard is going to feel.” John laughed. “Now those are the kind of problems a man dreams about.”

  Hope eyed him. “Anyway… I’ll feel better if we keep an eye on her. She’s vulnerable on a strange island with no one she can trust, but us. Somebody has to look out for her before she ends up on a damn milk carton.”

  “So she’s from Concord? That’s like less than thirty minutes from Charlotte.”

  “Yeah. She’s enrolled in a master’s program at UNCC.”

  “No problem. We’ll take her out to dinner a few times and let her tag along with us on our day trips. How long is she here?”