It did not.
“We’re going to turn around, Sha,” Q responded.
As we were paddling back to the beach, a jellyfish attached itself to Shareese’s paddle. Not on her, not in the kayak itself, just on the end of the paddle. She freaked the hell out. It was almost like one of those bad ass kids who were scared of the smallest thing, like static from the television.
“Sha!” Quentin said sternly in an effort to calm her down, but she was not having it, and she wound up flipping us out of the kayak.
That was an even bigger issue, because she had just said she couldn’t swim and didn’t want to be in the water. As if the moment couldn’t get any worse, she proceeds to “drown” while wearing a life vest.
Quentin swam to her and held her up by each side of the vest.
“Calm down, Shareese. You’re not drowning,” he said in the most monotone voice while she literally had a panic attack. I turned the kayak over, grabbed the paddles, and got in.She stopped crying and allowed him to hold her. Quentin was exactly who I thought he was. He was a man’s man. And the way he reeled Shareese in proved that.
He swam over to the kayak with her, put her in the middle, and took her paddle.
“You okay, B?” He asked as I nodded.
“Shareese, you alright?” I asked as she got in the middle and folded her arms across her chest while we paddled back to shore.
“No, Steve Irwin, I am not okay,” she snapped. I held in my laughter until I was almost blue in the face.
As we paddled back to the shore, I got lost in my thoughts. This whole experience had been surreal. If I were honest, I don’t think that I wanted it to end. I was in a place doing the wildestthings, and no one knew me or could judge me for it. I wanted to feel this liberation and this freedom forever. But deep down, I knew this could never be my life.
***
The dinner went well; the food and conversation were good. I was more surprised that we were able to coexist like old friends rather than being awkward.
Shareese ordered a bottle of tequila from the restaurant, and we brought it back to the villa. Quentin had been adamant that on our encounter, we had sober experiences, and I understood why. He didn’t want me to wake up and regret anything that I had done or feel like he had coerced me into doing something I wouldn’t otherwise do. I respected that. But Shareese? She did not. She ordered a margarita, he objected, and she said, “Quentin, after I almost died today, please don’t piss me off before you’re floating in the ocean like a coral reef.”
Had I known that was all it took for me to get a pina colada around here, maybe I would have tried that sooner.
Q pushed the door of the villa open, and we walked in. Before I even crossed the threshold, I was taking off my heels. It was the last night of the weekend and tomorrow evening I would be on a plane heading back to my real life.
Shareese walked over to the bar area, got three cups, and started making drinks with the pineapple juice in the fridge.
“I knew asking Shareese to come was a good idea,” I joked with Q, who shook his head as I accepted the glass from her, and he did the same.
We walked over to the villa's sitting area and sat down. I sat next to Quentin on the chair, and Shareese sat on the coffee table across from us. Again, the conversation flowed seamlessly while we had cup after cup.
Shareese excused herself from the conversation and disappeared into the back room. When she came back, she was in only a silk robe and slippers, cup still in her hand.She sat back on the table, legs crossed in the same manner that she had earlier. But it was something about the way she did it that had suddenly changed the air. Quentin stopped mid-sentence when she came back out and sat down. He watched her intently and then set his cup on the end table.
Leaning forward, placing his elbows on his knees, he said, “Sha, you came out like you were ready to perform. What’s up?”
She didn’t say a word, just stood again, and disappeared into the back room. When she came back out, she had a rose vibrator in her hand. She sat down, braced one of her feet on the coffee table, clicked the button, and placed it over her clit.
Her eyes were locked on Q, while she made slow circles. She moaned lowly as she rubbed the toy back and forth, teasing herself.
I could see Quentin’s dick getting harder by the second as he watched. I reached over and rubbed it through the material of his pants as I looked. The scene was erotic, Shareese was gorgeous, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by watching.
She continued to hold the toy against her middle, her moans increasing by the second. Quentin slid to the end of the sofa and got closer but didn’t touch her.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, Sha,” he coached.
“Like I need you to finish…”
“Nah, baby. Show me how you make that pussy cum when you're by yourself,” He chuckled as he continued to watch her.
Her moans increased as he continued to talk her through it.
