Debt

4: Sunshine

Picture on the side of the two peoples in question :)

Shawn had spotted a cute girl out the window, told the driver to stop, and asked Abrielle to go and ask her if she wanted to fuck.

"That's rather brash," she told him, brow up. She couldn't imagine someone walking up to her and being that damn rude. She didn't want to be the one to be doing that.

They had been in Colombia for three weeks, and she had yet to have to actually approach a woman for him. She'd seen him and his little Spanish to English dictionary pick up a few, but now he wanted her to do it, and that was new.

She didn't care what he did with anyone. But she wanted no parts of it. That did include catching the fish. She hadn't been enlisted to get him fucked, the last that she was made aware. Was he not able to do that for himself? He'd been doing alright, as far as she could tell.

"Just do what I asked you, Abrielle. Ain't nobody trynna play pattycake."

She rolled her eyes and went up to the woman, motioning to Shawn. And she seemed down as she followed Abrielle back to the car. The chick asked if Abrielle would be joining as she immediately began fondling Shawn, and she nearly threw up.

She hadn't thought that two Colombian women would hit on her. She didn't deem Colombia a sexually promiscuous place, although in any country you would find sexually promiscuous people. What were the odds she ran into two bisexual women? She wasn't into that shit! More power to those who were. But she wasn't trying to be anybody's little plaything. It was bad enough she was married to the monster chicky was feeling up.

Shawn didn't really want Abrielle to join. It would ruin his fun. He already had the getting her part. Everything else could be handled with body language. That shit was universal.

When they got to the house, Abrielle went to change into a bathing suit and went outside to use the pool, not wanting to hear Shawn and his little... whatever she was.

She dived into the pool, enjoying the splash of it as she entered the water gracefully and began to breaststroke through the warm water to the shallower end, coming up and moving into a freestyle stroke before rotating on her back and closing her eyes as she back stroked.

Abrielle had always enjoyed swimming. Her house had a pool in the backyard, and she had been on the synchronized swim and competitive swim teams. It had always been natural to her to be in the water. She'd been born in water and belonged to a water zodiac.

She hadn't realized how long she'd been out in the pool, because when she got out of the water, her skin was a golden shade darker. She went to the outdoor shower and pushed the shampoo dispenser to wash her hair and used it on her skin, enjoying the cool water against her skin. When she turned off the water, she wrung her hair out and opened the glass door; and Shawn was standing in the back door, smoking a Black, successfully scaring the shit out of her. Exactly how long had it been?

"Don't you have company?" she asked, reaching for the towel left on the lounge chair. What had he been doing outside with her?

"I sent li'l mama on her way."

"You mean you managed to tell someone something without me?" she asked, gasping sarcastically.

He chuckled. "I just motioned to the door, and she picked up the hint."

"That's too bad. No phone number?"

"Did you want it?"

"Do you want to fight?" she asked.

She didn't find that shit amusing. She didn't have a problem with homosexuality. Trina was a lesbian and they were best friends. But she didn't roll that way.