Lickin' License (6 page)

“Vanessa, you're obviously not bent on material things,” Rich said, although he knew she was moved by the fact he had driven two cars with a combined cost of over $200,000 in less than twenty-four hours. “What do you value in life?”

“Life itself.”

“That's real specific.” He chuckled.

“Everything. The good, the bad, people, animals, our planet, the sun. Everything that
comprises our universe. That's why I'm open-minded and willing to hear people out, because I respect their views as part of the bigger picture of diversity in our universe that makes everything
complete. Even if I don't agree with people's views. There is no one thing in life that I can point
to in terms of what I value, because I view things holistically.”

Rich nodded. “For every job outsourced to India, someone in the States is unemployed.”

“Yes, exactly. The moon affects the tides in our oceans. Everything, no matter how distant or seemingly insignificant, plays a role in the larger picture.”

“I got you.”

“But let me ask you something, Mister. How did you come to be so comfortable with your sexuality? I mean, discussing it?”

Rich laughed.

“I'm serious.” Vanessa pinched his arm. “I've been thinking about our sex talk since I left you. I've never discussed sex with a man in such a detailed manner like we did. It was liberating.”

“First, you gotta understand that there's nothing more natural than sex. If our parents
weren't freaks, we wouldn't be here.”

“True.” Vanessa giggled.

Rich told her about his first experience with a girl at twelve years old. It was a girl in her late
teens, and for the next four years, each girl he had sex with was older than him. This was the
result of him being practically raised by older hustlers in the streets who kept a flock of groupies
around that Rich had access to. Sex was talked about daily in the circles he rolled in, and
the women he dealt with knew exactly what they wanted and weren't afraid to voice it.

“I think I can understand you.”

“I keep it simple. I'm not a complex man, and I hate when people make a science project out of something simple.”

“I must admit, sometimes I like to make things hard.” Vanessa looked around, then eased her hand into Rich's pants and began sucking his neck.

Rich looked up at the bright lights beaming through the trees around him. Glancing around, he saw a few people about 200 feet away.

Vanessa lifted her skirt and slid on top of Rich's lap, while unbuttoning his pants.
“You just like taking that dick, don't you?”

“Get used to it.” Vanessa grinned as Rich palmed her butt.

He pulled a Magnum from his pocket and gave it to her. “Don't forget this.”

She ripped the wrapper off it with her teeth, like a pit bull locking on a poodle and shaking it. Rich rolled up her tank top, just enough to reveal her golden breasts. She eased the condom on Rich’s manhood and straddled him in one swift motion.
This freak is a pro.
Rich pulled her close to him, taking one of her small breasts into his
mouth.

“Suck 'em.” She slowly rode him, her body melodically grinding against his.

Rich could feel the summer breeze on his skin as Vanessa's warmth wrapped him. He switched breasts, gentling stimulating her nipples with his teeth and tongue.

“Rich, I feel you deep inside of me.”

Rich came up for air, leaning back. Through his peripheral, he noticed an elderly couple about
80 feet away. They were walking in his direction at a turtle's pace. “We got company coming,”
Rich whispered. Vanessa glanced at the couple. She turned back and kissed Rich, before speeding up her pace.

“Yeah. Hurry up.” Rich looked toward the couple. They had not noticed he and Vanessa. Yet it was exciting knowing that he could be caught having sex in public. It gave Rich a rush like
their car chase sexcapade.

“Yes,” Vanessa moaned.

Rich could feel the muscles of her pussy choking his dick. That was the thing that
impressed him most about her sex game during their first encounter. She was an expert at working her insides. “Damn, you know how to work that pussy, girl.”

Vanessa rode him faster, rocking front to back.”

“Come on, girl. Hurry up. Ahh.” Rich came, his energy leaving his body. The couple was
about fifty feet away. Rich pulled down Vanessa's tank top. “Get up. They right there.”

Vanessa stood quickly, fixing her skirt.

Rich zipped up his pants, the condom still on. “You a straight freak, girl.” He grinned.

Vanessa laughed and sat beside him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him.

When the couple got closer, they smiled at Rich and
Vanessa admiringly. The sixty-something black man sporting an applejack hat said, “Excuse me, but you two
make the perfect couple. I was just telling my wife that it's nice to see that young brothers still take sisters out to the park. Have a good night.”

“You too,” Rich said.

Vanessa smiled and waved. She turned to Rich as the couple walked off. “Told you that you’d be surprised how much fun you could have in a park.”

CHAPTER FIVE

T
he sprawling twenty-room mansion in Florida sat on fifty acres of land. It was the perfect
place to get married, so Leah and her fiancé Moses had rented it for their special day. Candy
watched the couple salsa dance after Moses had placed the ring on her finger minutes earlier.
They danced on a large white circular stage surrounded by chairs and tables that accommodated
100 people in the backyard of the mansion.

Candy sat at a long rectangular table with the women from the shop, along with Mimi,
Rich, Chase and Free. But her mind was on Vanessa, who had been under Rich's spell for two
months—way beyond Candy's expectation. She knew that waiting for him to dump her was no
longer an option. Vanessa was slipping further out of her reach by the day. Therefore, Candy had
developed a plan that she intended to enact before they left Florida.

Chanel stood up. She was draped in a silk Chanel dress and a pair of white patent leather
Christian Louboutin stilettos that added four inches to her short sexy figure. She picked up her
champagne flute. “I would like to make a toast to somebody very special.” She gazed around the
lengthy table. “Somebody that we all love. Somebody that's real. Somebody that deserves all the
best that life has to offer.” She held up her flute and the rest of the table followed suit. “I'd like to give a toast to the one and only, Chanel Dennison.”

“Girl, sit your ass down,” Meisha said.

Chanel sipped her Moet. “Thank you very much, everybody. Please disregard Meisha's
outburst. She's one of the few fools who still don't understand the Chanel Legacy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Meisha said.

“Excuse me, I have to use the ladies’ room,” said Chanel.

“Me too. Hold on, girl,” Candy called out and joined Chanel. They trekked through the grassy lawn lined with exotic flowers and multi-colored roses. Walking through two large white pillars of the Colonial mansion, they stepped inside.

“This shit is exclusive,” Chanel said.

Candy scanned the glass staircases, fireplace and windows that spanned almost from the floor to the thirty-foot ceiling.

“Now, if a man don't think your pussy is worth this, what good is he?” Chanel asked.

“Shit, you couldn't even get into Rich's penthouse,” Candy spat, initiating her plan to make Vanessa hers.

“Rich is just intimidated by strong women.”

They began walking through a corridor to the restroom.

“You taking shots at Vanessa, huh?”

Chanel smirked at Candy. “Now, you and I both know Vanessa can't walk in Chanel's
designer shoes. But you,” she pointed at Candy, “you want Vanessa to walk into your bedroom.
Think I don't know.”

Candy stopped, clutched Chanel's hand and stared into her hazel eyes. “So I want Vanessa and you want Rich. What are we gonna do about it?”

Chanel was silent for a few seconds. “You tell me.”

“I gotta plan. You down?”

“What's good?”

Candy shared her plan for making her move on Vanessa. She was confident that she
could turn Vanessa out, and she was going to videotape them having sex. She would then give the video to Chanel. Chanel would find a way to give the video to Rich. “Then you use it as leverage
to get him to leave Vanessa.”

Chanel's eyebrows arched. “Heifer, is you crazy? You think he gonna get rid of one of
the hundreds of chicks he slingin’ pipe to, because she got her pussy licked by one of the baddest hos in Harlem? That motherfucker will be happy to have that tape. Shit, I can see his ass
smiling now in front of a eighty-inch flat screen.”

“You missing the point,” Candy said.

“Then help me not miss it.”

“Everybody and they mother in Harlem know Rich for getting any chick he want.”

“And?” Chanel frowned.

“You see how he be coming in
my
motherfuckin' shop, kissing and hugging all on Vanessa? He never did that shit with no other woman. You know what all that's about, right?”

“Yeah, he tryin' to piss me off and let everybody else know we couldn't convince that heifer not to slide up under his dick.”

“Exactly. Now he comin’ in the shop to get his braids done three times a week all of a sudden.”

“So? What's your point?”

“You think he would be able to face everybody in the shop, let alone me, if we all knew he couldn't handle his woman? Think about it. Big Rich the Mandingo who couldn't stop a woman from taking his woman.”

Chanel smiled and snapped her fingers. She pointed at Candy. “That's why I fucks with
you. You a thinker, girl. We put Rich business on front street like this, that motherfucker will move outta Harlem before he faces us or anybody else in the 'hood. But you gotta turn Vanessa out and get her on tape.”

“Don't worry about that. I got her. But you gotta do something too.”

“What it is? Holler at your girl?”

“You gotta throw the pussy at him so he'll think he's getting back at us and Vanessa by fucking you.”

“Yeah, that's how he'll save face, saying even though his chick got loose, he moved on and fucked another one of us anyway.”

“Exactly. But we're gonna keep the video just between us. You only tell him that everybody knows, so you can fuck with his head and get him to mess with you.”

“What if he mentions the video in the shop?” Chanel asked.

“That's not his style. As long as we're cool, he'll be cool. I've known him for years. Trust me.”

“How 'bout Vanessa? What if he mentions it to her, or shows her the video?”

“You just let me handle that.”

Chanel took a deep breath and shook her head. “You playin’ with fire.”

“I don't give a fuck if I go down in flames. Vanessa gonna eat this pussy. Mark my
words.

A couple of months after Leah's wedding, Vanessa sat in Candy's chair. It was early in
the morning before the shop opened. Vanessa had just had her hair dyed brown and Candy was now
blow-drying it.
While Vanessa had managed to fight off the strange feelings she had after seeing
Candy and Vera have sex, she was still curious about the cause of Candy's first experience with a woman. She knew that Candy had a long history with
some powerful hustlers and that they probably handled their business in the
bedroom, just like Rich did.

After a conversation about Candy’s ex-boyfriends, Candy asked, “Wasn't I supposed to tell you that story ab
out me
after
Dez died?”

“Oh, yeah. You switching from men to women.” The words felt awkward rolling off
Vanessa's tongue.

“Well, there was a girl that used to work here named Sophie. Everybody knew Sophie
liked girls. Anyway, one day she came out of the shower in the locker room butt naked.”

“Nobody uses that shower,” Vanessa said.

“Exactly. Sophie was advertising. And I happened to be coming out of my office and I
saw this beautiful body. She was lotioning herself. I was stuck there, just watching her.”

“Oh yeah?” Vanessa caught a flashback of when she was stuck, watching Candy and
Vera getting it on. She could identify with appreciating the beauty of a woman's body. She
couldn't logically explain why, but she understood.

“I was getting aroused just by how she slowly massaged that lotion into her smooth skin,”
Candy said.

“Yeah.” Vanessa closed her eyes, imagining. She didn't want to, but she couldn't control her wandering mind. She couldn’t stop the burning sensation between her legs that came
with the thought of another nude woman. She couldn't stop herself from envisioning Candy and
Vera going at it.

“She was massaging that lotion in so gently, like only a woman could,” Candy said.
“Before I knew it, we were both naked and she was massaging me.”

Vanessa felt Candy's soft hands rubbing her neck as the warm air from the blow drier graced it. She was in a zone that would not allow her to tell Candy to stop. Her body froze,
her lips immobile.

“So soft.” Candy turned off the blow drier and began massaging Vanessa's neck and
shoulders with both hands. “So soft, like only a woman could,” she whispered into Vanessa's
ear. “It felt so good that I couldn't fight it.” Her lips gently touched Vanessa's neck, then her ear.
Candy slipped her tongue inside.

“Ahh,” Vanessa moaned, her panties becoming wet. She could feel the cotton soaking
between her lips. Vanessa's nipples hardened. A warm feeling engulfed her skin, just from the
touch of Candy's tongue. It was an unusual sensation that felt so good, as if Candy's tongue was
designed solely for Vanessa's skin. Vanessa was in another world. She was someplace where no one or nothing existed. Just her and the exhilarating feeling that she wanted to last forever.

Candy worked her hands down to Vanessa's breast. She gently rubbed them, slightly pinching Vanessa's stiff nipples, causing Vanessa to fidget and moan.

Vanessa's eyes opened. Reality set in. She was a straight woman being fondled by a gay
woman. She pulled away, jumping to her feet. Vanessa was breathing heavy. Gazing at Candy, she was not certain what to think about what had just happened.

“It's okay,” Candy said. “You know you want this.” She stepped toward Vanessa. “I saw you peeking through my door, watching me and Vera in my office that day. It's okay.”

Oh
,
shit. I knew she saw me. Damn!

“When you saw me and Vera, you felt the same thing I felt when I saw Sophie.”
Vanessa thought she was going to melt from the delicate touch as Candy pulled her.
“All you have to do is stop fighting what's inside of you. Let yourself go. Free yourself.”

She softly kissed Vanessa's hand, and then sucked a few of her fingers.

Vanessa's body was on fire. Candy led her to the back of the shop. With each step,
Vanessa's anticipation grew stronger. She could feel her clit throbbing from just the thought of Candy and the feeling of her soft hand guiding her. When Vanessa stepped into Candy's office,
the desk in front of her evoked visions of Candy and Vera. Vanessa was eager to feel the
pleasure they shared the day she had watched them.

Candy closed the door. She began slowly undressing Vanessa, gently caressing each unclothed portion of skin. Vanessa was frozen, goose bumps flooding her skin, her heartbeat increasing. She was hungry for the experienced woman to guide her into the foreign world that had
only been a dream to Vanessa. Each time Candy's hands touched her Vanessa could feel a
sensation shoot from her skin to her clit. She was becoming overly anxious and nervous at the
same time.

“Don't worry,” Candy said, after Vanessa was naked. She stripped nude and stood in
front of Vanessa.

Oh my God. Her body is perfect.
Vanessa took in every inch of Candy's flawless frame.
Her light skin and dark brown areolas were topped by small hard nipples. A flowery scent resonated from her silky skin. There was a mole on her flat stomach and baby hair that trailed
from her waistline to the thin strip of hair above her pussy.

“This is what you wanted. Now it's yours,” Candy said.

Vanessa closed her eyes as Candy leaned forward and their lips touched. The kiss was
slower and more passionate than any kiss Vanessa had ever experienced. It reminded her of the
kisses she had watched in romantic movies as a child. Candy's lips were softer than Vanessa anticipated. Their tongues danced to a tune only they could hear. It was perfection. Candy's
tender body wrapped hers. The thin hairs of Candy's arms stimulated her back as Candy caressed
her. Her breasts touching Vanessa’s were a unique sensation for Vanessa. Candy was soft and gentle. She knew all the right places to touch and she had the perfect pace for Vanessa to savor the moment. Vanessa moaned as Candy's tongue began working her neck.

“Feels good, don't it?” Candy asked in a seductive whisper.

“Ump, humph,” Vanessa moaned.

Candy worked her way down to Vanessa's breasts.

Vanessa's back arched forward. “Yes,” she mumbled as her hardened nipples were stimulated with Candy's tongue, lips and teeth. She could feel Candy working the other breasts with her hand, gently squeezing it and applying the perfect amount of pressure to her nipple.

Candy slowly pinned Vanessa against the wall, slurping away at her nipples.

“Take me,” Vanessa panted.

Candy lowered to her navel, sticking her tongue inside of it.

Vanessa's body tensed up, her stomach thrusting forward from the wall than backward, until Candy gripped her firmly.

“Ahh, yes.” Vanessa screamed.

Candy had discovered her erogenous zone. Vanessa cuffed Candy's head, pulling her closer as Candy licked her hotspot and palmed Vanessa's small butt cheeks. “Candy,” Vanessa called out.

Candy parted Vanessa's legs slightly, kissing between her thighs. She had to hold Vanessa up as her knees buckled. She made her way to Vanessa's meaty wet lips.

Vanessa's back arched deeper. She palmed Candy's head tighter. Her heart rate was
traveling at warp speed. She bit down on her bottom lip as her legs got weak. “I'm about to cum.” Candy pulled away.

Vanessa opened her eyes, staring down at Candy kneeling. She grabbed Vanessa's waist
and turned her around. The air conditioner sent a gust of cool air in between Vanessa's butt
cheeks as Candy parted them. Her tongue trailed from Vanessa's pussy to her asshole. Vanessa
screamed, crying tears of joy. She had never felt such an intense pleasure. She balled her fists as
tight as she could as her body began to vibrate. Candy worked her lips and tongue until Vanessa
exploded in ecstasy.