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“We did everything together.”

  “Not everything.”

  “Name it.”

  “I wanna have a threesome,” Vanessa whispered in a sexy voice.

  “I knew you had your eye on Vera.”

  “Not with Vera,” Vanessa said seductively. “With Rich.” She eased her tongue into Candy's mouth before she could respond.

  The passionate kiss felt so good that it lessened the impact of Vanessa's words. Candy opened her eyes as Vanessa's lips left hers. Her hands were still on Vanessa's ass. The office was so quiet that Candy could hear the clock on her wall ticking. Every thought she had of men raced to the front of her mind. Dissatisfaction, anger and frustration were only a few of the feelings that men had stirred within her.

  “Talk to me,” said Vanessa.

  “I can't do it.”

  Vanessa's eyes grew sad. “Why?”

  “You know why.”

  “I thought you cared about me. What happened to there being no limits between us?” The hurt etched on Vanessa's face made Candy want to cry. “I care about you more than anybody I've ever been with, man or woman. But—”

  “There is no buts. The most precious thing I have is between my legs and I gave that to you. Something I never dreamed of doing. I've never been with another woman and you're the only woman I'm gonna be with. But I love Rich just as much as I love myself. And I'll do anything I have to in order to make sure he's happy. All I'm asking is for you to do something for me one time.”

  “I can't—”

  Vanessa silenced Candy with another kiss. As her tongue left Candy's mouth and she pulled her face away, she placed her index finger over Candy's lips. “Just consider it and get back to me later. Please.”

  Candy watched in silence as Vanessa stood up and got dressed. She reminisced on all of the comments that Vanessa had made about how good Rich was in bed. Then she remembered the day with him in the elevator and how hot Rich made her. “Vanessa.”

  Vanessa looked at Candy. “What?”

  “Did Rich tell you to ask me this?”

  “He wants a threesome. He has no idea who’s coming home with me. And you know he doesn't know about us. I asked you because you're the only woman I wanna be with.”

  Candy walked over and kissed Vanessa. “Stop looking so sad. You're breaking my heart.” She hugged Vanessa, rubbing her back, while Vanessa's hands palmed her butt. “I think I'm falling in love with you.”

  * * *

  “You a fucking freak,” Mimi said, smiling. “I can't believe this shit.”

  Vanessa had left the shop and headed straight to Mimi's home. She told her everything about her and Candy, including their first experience and Candy's falling in love comment.

  “So you told her you care about her a lot after she said she was falling in love?”

  “Basically.”

  “I can't believe this shit,” Mimi repeated.

  “I like her a lot. I love Rich.”

  “If you care a lot about somebody, you can end up fallin' in love. It's not rocket science. And you can be in love with two people.”

  “You're not helping me any.”

  “Remember I told you I understand how a chick can get caught up 'cause I been through it?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, ya girl Mimi recovered. You, my friend, are strung out.”

  “Come on, Mimi. You gotta do better than that.”

  “I can tell that you that during that three-way, they both gonna be competing for you. ol’ boy don't know that ol’ girl tongue been in your pussy for months. So he gonna want to make sure she don't turn you out. Only if he knew.” Mimi laughed. “Then ol’ girl falling in love, so she gonna wanna take you from him.”

  “Impossible. I love Rich way too much. Plus, Candy respects that.”

  “We'll see.”

  “No, I already see that.”

  “So you should be okay. You got a night to remember coming up.”

  “But she didn't even agree to do it.”

  Mimi sighed. “See, you on that Stevie Wonder shit again. She told you she's fallin' in love with you for a reason.”

  “You're right.”

  “But I'll tell you one thing, you better lay down your best fuck game. The last thing you want is Candy stealing Rich from you.”

  ***

  The following morning, Vanessa stepped into the shop minutes after Candy did. Ever since Leah got married, she was no longer the first person at the shop, so they were the only two inside. Vanessa entered Candy's office and found her seated behind her desk.

  Candy stood and walked around to Vanessa. “About yesterday, I know you love Rich. I respect that. I just felt I had to tell you what was on my mind. I can't control how I feel, especially when it comes to you.”

  “It's okay. I'm glad that you told me.”

  “And you know I'm gonna do it, the three-way.”

  Vanessa's face lit up and she hugged Candy. “Thank you so much.”

  “But I'm letting you know now, it better go down on that terrace,” Candy said. “I wanna see that Central Park view.”

  “I can arrange that.” Vanessa looked at her watch. “But right now, I gotta go to the health food store. You want something?”

  Candy put her arms around Vanessa and palmed her butt. “I got what I want right here.” Vanessa pecked her on the lips and walked toward the door. As she reached the door, she heard a knock. She opened the door and spotted Vera.. “Hello,” Vanessa said, smiling.

  Vera sucked her teeth and frowned, as she brushed past Vanessa.

  What the hell is all that about? Vanessa turned around and Vera was halfway through the spacious office. To hell with her. Vanessa exited the shop and walked down the street, predicting what the threesome would be like and how it would affect her relationships with Candy and Rich.

  Vanessa turned the block and met Leah on her way to work. The two women stepped into the health food store together. Vanessa ordered a strawberry and kiwi smoothie along with a pound of cashews. Leah purchased a fruit salad. The women sat down at one of the tables in the lounge area.

  “So how's the book coming along?” Leah asked.

  “A lot better since Rich gave me some perspective on what really happens in the streets.”

  “So you and Rich are really serious?”

  Vanessa smiled. “Yeah.”

  “I'm happy for you. Actually, more happy that he actually loves you. It proves that everybody is capable of change.”

  “He's really a good man when you get to know him. He's just very guarded. But thank God I was able to penetrate the armor and get to the real man.”

  “I think you should have a talk with Chanel, privately. Everybody in the shop has a view of Rich, which we actually need to reassess since he's growing. But we both know that Chanel is overdoing it.”

  “You can look at me and see I'm no drama queen.”

  “I understand. And the last thing you want to do is get into a shouting match or a cat fight with Chanel. You're a smart woman. I'm sure you can be diplomatic about it.”

  “I'll think about it. Thanks for the advice.”

  “Anytime.”

  The two women chatted about Vanessa's book, then the topic changed to Leah's marriage. Vanessa was not ready for marriage, but she had thought about it a few times. She never discussed it with Rich, though. He had made it clear that he was still learning to love.

  “You ready?” Vanessa asked.

  “Yup.”

  The women stood and stepped out of the establishment into the summer sun. They strolled down 125th Street through crowds of people in the shopping district. As they neared the corner, shots rang out. People on the sidewalk parted.

  “Look,” Vanessa pointed in front of them.

  “Get down!” Leah pulled Vanessa behind a parked Acura TL.

  Vanessa watched Chase running through the crowd as it continued parting. Behind him was a teenager with a large handgun. Vanessa flinched, as the youth took aim and fir
ed five more shots. Chase was a moving target that cut across the street, weaving in between moving cars. Bullets shattered the windows of a parked Chevy Envoy, as Chase dipped behind it, picking up speed on the sidewalk across the street.

  “That young boy tryin’ to gun down Chase, for real,” Leah said.

  Vanessa was frozen, shocked. It was the first time she had heard live gunshots or witnessed life-threatening beef. The only guns she had ever seen fired were gripped by actors on television and movie screens. All the violence that Rich had told her about during their tour of Harlem was now vivid in her mind. She thought of Rich. What would have happened had he not left the streets behind? Would he have been with Chase, fleeing for his life?

  “Come on,” Leah said, tugging on Vanessa's arm. “Let's get out of here before the cops pop up and start asking questions.”

  They made it to the shop minutes later. Candy and Meisha were inside huddled around Chanel at her chair.

  “Y'all heard about Chase?” Meisha asked.

  “Some kid tried to rob him just now,” Chanel said.

  Vanessa was amazed at how fast the news had traveled. Chanel said she was getting into her Escalade, when she saw the botched robbery. She said Chase had just stepped out of a jewelry store, when a light-skinned teen pulled a gun on him. Chase grabbed the gun and tussled with the kid until a few shots rang out and the kid fell to the ground with the gun, still firing as Chase took off.”

  “We saw both of them,” Leah said. “They turned the corner when we was walking down Two-Fifth. That kid was trying to kill Chase, for real.”

  “He even shot out the windows of a truck,” Vanessa added.

  “He must got a death wish,” Candy said.

  “'Cause everybody know Chase will kill a dude's mother to get to him,” Meisha said. “And Rich ain't no altar boy. Wait 'til he find out. That lil boy is through.”

  Oh, no. Vanessa had not thought of Rich responding to the situation. She was happy that he was no longer running the streets. But for the first time, it dawned on her that Rich had an inseparable bond with Chase. If anyone could pull him back in the game, it was Chase. She contemplated calling Rich to try and keep him calm because she was sure that word was probably circulating to him, if it had not already. But Rich was in Connecticut on business and would not be back in New York until the evening. So Vanessa figured that it would be best to see him face-to-face to speak to him about the drama with Chase. Then she began pondering whether she was overacting? Rich was a man, a responsible man who had proved that by leaving behind a world of drugs and death. He had proved to Vanessa plenty of times that he was a rational thinker. I hope he thinks rational about this situation with Chase.

  * * *

  Vanessa's iPhone rang later that night as the shop was about to close. Her heart jumped when she saw Rich's number on the screen.

  “What's up, baby?”

  “Where are you?” she questioned, nervously, pacing in front of her chair.

  “I'm getting undressed, about to get in the Jacuzzi.”

  “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah.”

  “How was your day?” Vanessa tried to feel out Rich. She was not going to bring up the situation with Chase if Rich didn’t know about it.

  “My day was cool. I just got back from Connecticut.”

  “You went straight home?”

  “Yeah. That's why I called you. I knew you was supposed to be over at your crib working on your book after work, but I need to see you.”

  “Okay, I'll be right there.”

  RICH

  Rich had just gotten out of the Jacuzzi. He was lying on a large inflatable mattress on the terrace, gazing at the stars. “Sky's the limit,” he mumbled, thinking of how much he had overcome. He still could not fully grasp the reality of being out of the drug game and living a normal life. It was a good feeling to have the worries of beef and police out of his life, but the feeling was unusual.

  Vanessa stepped onto the terrace and kissed Rich. He slipped his hand up her summer dress, inching for her pussy. “Be patient, I'm gonna take a quick shower.” Vanessa said. “Stay right there.”

  “You know they say time don't wait for no man, women either.”

  “They also say good things come to those who wait and patience is a virtue.” Vanessa smiled and stepped inside the penthouse.

  Rich chuckled and lay back, gazing at the stars again. He thought about Vanessa for another ten minutes, then closed his eyes and took in the summer breeze flowing over his body.

  The only thing he was wearing was boxer shorts. A few minutes later, he opened his eyes, when he heard the sliding glass door to the terrace opening. What the fuck?

  Vanessa was in a red teddy, walking toward him with Candy, who sported black negligee. As a smile overcame Rich and he opened his mouth to speak, Vanessa put her finger over her lips and uttered, “Shhh.”

  Unbelievable. Rich stared at their bodies—Vanessa was so petite and Candy was stacked in every place that counted. He found it hard to keep his eyes off her. Their meeting in the elevator flashed in his mind when the breeze brought him a whiff of the same perfume she had sported that day.

  Vanessa and Candy stopped a couple feet away from Rich and began kissing. Rich couldn't believe how comfortable they seemed together. They slowly began undressing each other. Candy's melon-sized breasts popped out of her bra, landing in Vanessa's mouth.

  Damn. Rich grabbed his rock-hard dick.

  The women turned, facing Rich. Candy stood behind Vanessa. She sucked on her neck and rubbed between her legs, while Vanessa massaged her own breasts. Candy opened her eyes, looking directly at Rich as she nibbled on Vanessa’s earlobe. She dropped to her knees gracefully, sliding her tongue between Vanessa's butt cheeks.

  “Ahh,” Vanessa moaned. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

  Candy slid between her legs, peeking at Rich before kissing Vanessa's inner thighs and planting her mouth on her pussy.

  Vanessa moaned louder, more passionately. She grabbed the back of Candy's head as Candy licked and sucked her into a climax.

  Damn, they some straight freaks. I never knew Vanessa had it in her. Rich stood up, too hyper to continue lying on the mattress. He slowly paced next to the mattress Candy laid on and spread her legs. “Goddamn, girl.” He was staring directly at the fat lips of her pussy when Vanessa dove face first between Candy's legs.

  “Eat me. Yeah, eat my pussy,” Candy called out. She licked her lips and closed her eyes.

  Rich balled his fists and gritted his teeth. He was trying to be patient. As soon as Candy came, he planned to join them. He stood over Vanessa, gazing into Candy's eyes as she panted and moaned.

  Candy leaned forward until she was standing. Vanessa then lay down and Candy sat on her face. She slowly grinded, her lips quivering.

  “Fuck this,” Rich mumbled. He stepped out of his underwear.

  Candy looked up at him and grabbed his dick with both hands.

  Rich exhaled deeply, savoring the wet warmth of Candy's mouth engulfing the head of his dick. She worked it with her lips and tongue, then made her way down, swallowing as much of him as she could. He watched her eyes roll into the back of her head as she grinded hard on Vanessa's face. Candy used one hand to grab Rich's waist for balance, then suddenly her body quaked as she came. She still managed to keep sucking Rich's dick, savoring each slurp, bobbing her head with her eyes closed.

  Vanessa eased from underneath Candy. She slid toward Rich, nearly swallowing one of his balls.

  “Damn. Yeah, baby. Y'all work it.” Rich reached down, pulling both of their heads to him as he came. Candy sucked him dry and swallowed all he had to offer.

  Vanessa and Candy stood and sandwiched Rich. He palmed Candy's ass, kissing her, while Vanessa kissed on his back. They steered him to the mattress where he was forced onto his back. Candy faced Rich and straddled him.

  “Damn, girl,” he whispered. Candy's pussy was tighter and hotter than he anticipated.
She was the closest he had been to a virgin in years.

  Vanessa stepped over him from behind his head. Her pussy landed square on his face. She leaned forward. He could hear her and Candy kissing and moaning. Meanwhile, Candy's pussy locked on his dick and she rode him faster. She began slamming against him…hard.

  “I'm cumming,” Candy screamed.

  Rich reached back and grabbed Vanessa's ass. He pulled her forward until his tongue was dancing between her butt cheeks.

  “Stop,” she cried. “Please. It feels so good.”

  Rich gripped her squirming body firmer. Reaching her climax, her juices leaked onto Rich's face.

  They all got up and went inside the condo. They spent all night going at it in the bedroom, switching positions, sucking and sexing until they were asleep.

  * * *

  Rich awoke the following morning and sat on his canopy bed. His back was sore and he could feel scratches on it. He went to the bathroom, washed up and put on one of his Versace robes. Fresh on his mind were the memories of a night of steamy, passionate sex. His time with Vanessa and Candy had been all he expected and more.

  Rich headed to the kitchen, following the scent of pancakes. Look at this shit. He smiled at the sight of Vanessa and Candy side-by-side in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. The only thing covering Vanessa was a tank top. Candy had on a t-shirt and panties. In Vanessa's hand was a skillet, while Candy stood squeezing fresh orange slices and strawberries into a juicer. Rich walked in between them, from behind, caressing both of their butts. He kissed Vanessa on the cheek, then pecked Candy.

  “So, how was your night?” Vanessa smiled at him.

  “Baby, you won't believe this.” Rich sighed. “I got attacked by two wild animals.” He grinned.

  “You sure didn't put up a good fight,” Vanessa said, laughing.

  “Yeah, but he was swinging that baseball bat.” Candy grabbed Rich's dick.

  “That's a Louisville Slugger, girl,” Vanessa said, looking at Candy's hand.

  Rich enjoyed the moment, hoping it would not stop. When he asked Vanessa for a one-night affair, he had no idea that it would come with an overnight stay equipped with breakfast and flirting. He was still amazed that Vanessa and Candy were so sexually compatible and comfortable together. More surprising was their joyful, friendly demeanor the morning after.