The Enlightenment of Hanna

"His exact words as I remember them were that he would give me the world and meet all my needs beyond anything I'd ever experienced or could ever hope to. All I had to do was willingly leave my husband and be willing to promise to be his, mind, body, and soul." Scottie said before bringing the cigarette back to her lips.

Hanna could smell the acrid but sweet aroma of the menthol cigarette. Unlike most, she'd always found the smell pleasant as long as she wasn't trapped with it in an enclosed space. The redhead's words played through her mind. Her decision was evident, of course. After all, she was here with Damian and was mother to his child. But there were still details missing that Hanna desperately desired to know.

"So how long did it take you to decide? Hanna asked without judgment in her voice. Before her experiences of the last week, she wasn't sure she would have been capable of that.

She watched as Hanna exhaled a long thin stream of gray smoke down towards the ground as she tipped ash off the end of her cigarette. "That's just it, Hanna. That panic attack I had after he left. The angst I went through that night at home and right up until my ex returned that Sunday night. None of it was because I was torn between the man I love and the desire I felt to give myself to Damian. It was all because of guilt. Before Damian had ever finished his spiel, I knew that I would give myself to him just as he asked." Scottie paused and sucked hungrily at the end of her cigarette.

"What's more, I knew I'd never wanted to do anything more in my entire life. The promises of travel and wealth were wonderful, but I already had those things. Even if Damian could offer more than I already had, all that added wealth would have been redundant."

Staring off into space, Hanna's mind was filled with thoughts of Damian's body and the pleasures she'd saw him bring Scottie with her own eyes. She could still hear the cries of desire she'd heard him draw out of the gorgeous redhead with her own ears.

Caught up in those memories, and as she could feel the panties she wore clinging to her wetness, Hanna asked barely above a whisper, "It was the sex, wasn't it."

Scottie simply nodded her head in response to Hanna's rhetorical question as she exhaled and ground out the remainder of her smoke on the pavement. Hanna watched as the beautiful redhead bent over to retrieve the butt. She felt flush as she noticed the shapely, round, heart-shaped backside of the sexy woman and felt the urge to caress it the way she'd seen Damian do.

"What is happening to me," Hanna couldn't help but wonder, "Now I'm having sexual desires towards women too?"

She watched as Scottie walked over to the trash can and then followed her new friend back to the bench they'd previously been sharing. When they were both comfortably seated again, Scottie said, "It was that beautiful, big, black cock. Like I said earlier, before meeting my ex, I'd slept with a lot of black men at those snow bunny parties, and most of them had large, fat cocks. But I'd never seen one like his. All I could think of is how it would feel inside of me, stretching me as it slid in and out with its fat head tapping at the entrance to my womb. I knew just from looking at it that it would make me climax non-stop. What's more, I felt a compulsion to feel his sperm coat my insides. As crass as it might sound, I knew before he left that room that I would let him breed me."

Hanna couldn't help but draw parallels between Scottie's description of her own thoughts, and the fantasies and dreams she'd been having. Setting that thought aside, for now, Hanna asked, "One thing I don't understand. If you did as you promised and the two of you aren't together, why are you still with him?"

Smiling, Scottie asked, "Ever heard the old saying, "the devil is in the details"?"

"Sure," Hanna answered suddenly even more curious to hear what she had to say.

"Technically speaking, Damian lived up to everything he promised me. I never lack for companionship. Even when I'm not with him, I have Gracie to keep me company. And sexually? I'm more gratified than I've ever been in my life. No, I'm not the only woman he sleeps with, far from it. But whenever I do feel desire come upon me, he's always there to fulfill it. It's almost as if he can sense my arousal. As for the rest, the work is challenging and rewarding in a way, my old job never was. It's also allowed me the chance to travel and encounter people and things I don't think I would have ever been able to achieve in my old life. He promised me the world, and he's delivered it. I lack for nothing I desire." Scottie admitted.

"So, you're happy?" Hanna asked, really needing to hear the answer for some reason.

"Yeah, I am Hanna. Despite the fact, I know that Damian doesn't love me and never will. I know he cares for me, and I will always be able to depend on him for the promises he made to me. Honestly, I can't think of anywhere else or with anyone else I'd rather be with."

A thought popped into Hanna's mind that seemed random, but she asked it anyway. "You said he didn't love you. What if he meets someone he does fall for?"

Scottie laughed and said, "That's why we're here, Hanna. He already has."

That got the newlywed bride's attention. She noticed the octave of her voice go up as she asked, "Who? And how do you feel about that? What does it mean for you and Grace?"

The rapid-fire questions drew a giggle from the redhead. "Slow down, Hanna. Give me a chance, girl." Scottie teased.

Blushing, Hanna said, "Sorry, I guess I've lived a kind of sheltered life, and all this is rather taboo for me."

Scottie patted her back and then left her hand there, resting between Hanna's shoulder blades. It felt right to the young bride, and not in a platonic way.

"As to who, that isn't for me to share. I can say Damian has spent the better part of the last year making plans and putting things in place to prepare for his courtship of the woman in question. As for me, I've always known that one day he would meet the woman he intended to make his Queen, that's his term for her, not mine. He's always been clear that whomever she was would be accepting of his other relationships and commitments. I know that once she becomes aware of his feelings, she will face the same decision I had to make." Scottie replied.

As the implications of what the redhead said registered in her mind. Hanna blurted out a bit louder than she'd intended, "You mean she's married? There's a woman in this town he's decided will be his bride or queen, and she's already married?"

"Shhhh," Scottie said, chastizing Hanna with a smile, "you don't want the whole town to know, do you?"

Hanna felt a moment's panic as she looked around, noticing that there were a couple of women she recognized looking their way. However, they didn't seem to have heard her comments. Willing herself to calm down and lowering her voice, Hanna simply asked, "So, did I understand what you said, or not?"

Scottie nodded her head. "She's married though I don't think that is the tragedy you seem to think it is. I was married, and I'm perfectly happy with the way things have worked out for me, thrilled might even be a better word. Damian loves this woman, and she will be allowed to be his queen. I can personally think of hundreds of women around the world that would literally kill to be her, and many of them are married too. That includes several female European Heads of State and three or four female United State Senators. They've all sampled that delicious big, black cock of his, and as a result, do his bidding when needed. There are famous Hollywood starlets and the wives of famous actors that are in the same boat. Once they had the chance to sample that huge cock of his, they cast off their agents and quickly put his agency in charge of theirs or, in the case of the wives, their husband's careers. All of these powerful women will be willing to fall to their knees and bow to their new queen. Not that they will care about her, they'll do it to please him. Hell, they'd do anything to please him."

The thought of how this woman was lucky ran through Hanna's mind. But the idea of this woman's husband occurred to the young newlywed, and she instantly felt a twinge of guilt.

Looking down at her watch, Hanna suddenly noticed the time. She'd been so caught up with her new friend and all the titillating things she had to say that she'd completely lost track of time. It was just after two, and she hadn't meant to be gone to lunch for more than an hour.

She told Scottie she had to get back to finish her preparations for her class. And then the idea hit her to invite Scottie to bring Grace tonight. The redhead said she would have to see if she had the time, and the two women exchanged numbers before saying their goodbyes.

Chapter Two Preview:

Curtis pushes back against Hanna's choice of new friends. Hanna finds out the identity of Damian's true love.