Lickin' License by Intelligent Allah

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
CANDY
     
    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