Vanessa began pacing the room. She was trying to wrap her mind around the ever-changing actuality of their life. Each time she thought of how bad things had turned, she pointed at Leah and the others as the source of her problems. In Vanessa's mind, Leah deserved everything she received and her cohorts were going to get the same.
Vanessa picked up her Droid from the dresser, contemplating whether to call Domingo. She wanted to press him to speed up the process of getting the information she needed to eliminate Leah's cohorts. She didn't want to wait until the Father's Day Tournament. Immediate revenge was the only answer to Vanessa questioning her life. She called Domingo and he answered on the second ring.
“You already know who it is, holler at ya boy.”
“When are you going to produce?” Vanessa demanded.
“Why you callin’ me, anyway? Where’s Candy?”
“I’m filling in for her. Back to my question. When are you going to produce?”
“Let’s rewind this.” Domingo paused. “You already know who it is, holler at ya boy.”
Vanessa's anxiousness was boiling over into rage. “You like two buildings from Vera. Vera's place is Grand Central Station for these skanks. I don't understand why you can't arrange for us to handle all of them at once. Maybe you can enlighten me as to why.”
“You need to watch your tone, first. But bottom line is, you want things done right, you need patience. Don't they say that shit is a virtue or something?”
“How about saving the philosophy and giving me facts?”
“Red Hook is not a good place to fuck with them. I live here, trust me. Plus, it's not like everybody and they mother is up in Vera crib like you think. Just be patient.”
“I've been patient for two years since these skanks ruined my life. Now I'm asking you to work faster. Bye.” Vanessa turned off her phone and clenched it so tight she hurt her hand. She grabbed her iPad. “Fuck!” she blurted. The Wi-Fi in the hotel was down again. Vanessa decided to go to a nearby Internet café she had spotted days earlier.
* * *
After a short walk as the sun was rising, Vanessa stepped into the upscale Internet café named iTrus. She ordered a bottle of Dasani and leaned back in the couch, inhaling the scent of Cappuccino and bagels that permeated the eatery filled predominantly with business people typing away on laptops and tablets. There were nearly as many briefcases as there were computers.
“Is this seat taken?”
Vanessa turned to the squeaky voice coming from the pale, toothpick-thin brunette with oversized glasses perched on her thin nose. “It's all yours,” Vanessa responded.
The young woman sat at the far end of the couch and opened her Macbook. “My professor's going to have a heart attack if I don't turn this paper in on time. I mean, some people don't understand that nineteen-year-olds have a life outside of academia.” She turned to Vanessa. “Excuse me, I didn't mean to be rude. My name is Peggy Klein, but you can call me Peg. Most people prefer Peg. My grandmother has been calling me Peg since I was just a little Jewish child with freckles and acne. I mean-”
Vanessa interjected to stop the overly expressive fast talker. “Hi, Peg. I'm Vanessa.”
Peg smiled and shook Vanessa's hand. “Vanessa, that's a cool name. I once had a friend from Arkansas named Vanessa. We met while I was spending the summer in Illinois. But I haven't heard a peep out of her in a year. I wonder what she's up to now.”
Why the hell doesn't this chick shut up!
“So, Vanessa, what brings you to this cafe? I mean, I'm like one of the most faithful customers here. It's the only green Internet café in town. I actually began spending a good deal of time here shortly after they opened three years ago. I believe it was on a Monday. Summertime. I know every employee here and practically any person who's ever spent money here on a consistent basis. But I've never seen you.”
“I was just about to leave,” Vanessa lied, anxious to get away from Peg.
“It's my fault,” Peg said with sorrow in her voice. “I'm sorry, Vanessa. Sometimes I don't know when to put a lid on it, so people get bored, frustrated or a combination of the two. Let's just say I've driven my share of people away from me.”
Vanessa watched the sad look on Peg’s face as her upbeat demeanor changed and she lowered her head. Assessing Peg's hippie wardrobe, Vanessa could see herself in Peg. Her old, innocent self, the one who had coped with years of lingering on the outskirts of the in-crowd. The one who had more books in school than friends. There's no need for an apology.”
Peg looked up at Vanessa with a smile. “Thanks.”
Vanessa glanced at the screen of her laptop, thinking of the days she had spent penning essays like Peg was doing. “So what's the paper about?”
“Stonewall,” Peg said, and then explained that the New York City gay bar was raided by police in 1969, causing a riot that resulted in the first public protest by homosexuals. “It sparked the gay rights movement. I'm tying Stonewall in with Governor Cuomo recently legalizing gay marriage. I mean, I'm a single lesbian, so marriage is not in my sight at this moment. But who knows what the future holds.”
Vanessa was silent, staring into Peg's dark-brown eyes. Vanessa was rarely attracted to white women, but there was something about Peg's eyes that enticed her. Her openness as a lesbian also appealed to Vanessa. Finding a woman sexy was normal for Vanessa, but knowing a woman was gay always heightened her attraction.
After Vanessa's extended silence, Peg asked, “So, what do you have a problem with? Me being gay, gay marriage or both?”
“I have problems with a lot of people, but women who like women don't fit the bill. Trust me.”
Peg smiled. “If more people thought like you, the world would be a better place. I mean, at least my world. I have a mother who doesn't understand me, a father who shuns me and five siblings who debate amongst themselves whether I disgraced our prestigious Jewish family or if I'm to be applauded for my individuality.”
Vanessa thought about Candy mentioning how her conservative Christian family had disowned her when she announced her first same-sex relationship. Candy and Peg shared a sense of isolation that Vanessa had felt by virtue of her Bohemian lifestyle long before she discovered her bisexual tendencies. Trading her life in New York City for a drifter wandering from state to state with only Candy and Rich as social support compounded her isolation. But looking into Peg's eyes, Vanessa saw an outlet—a connection to counter the chaos that tore apart Vanessa's three-way relationship.
“I'm confident with my individuality and sexuality, but it's hard being shunned for being attracted to women and having a woman to support me.” There was seriousness in Peg's voice as her eyes wandered over Vanessa's body.
Is she coming on to me? Vanessa wondered. She had never been pursued while face-to-face with a woman. There was always something flattering and empowering about a man or woman coming on to Vanessa. Because it rarely happened, when it did she felt validated.
“Is there a lucky someone in your life?” Peg asked.
“Yes and no.”
“Open relationship?”
“Broken relationship.”
Peg slid her hand over to Vanessa's leg. “Maybe you need to venture out.”
Vanessa thought of Candy and Vera, the only two women she had ever been intimate with—Candy by choice, Vera by coercion. But sex with Peg would be out of necessity. There was a fire that burned constantly between Vanessa's legs. And she felt compelled to explore since her relationship with Candy was teetering on destruction and Rich was missing. Vanessa looked into Peg's eyes and placed her hand on Peg’s hand.
Peg put her other hand on top of Vanessa's hand, sandwiching it before she stood and helped Vanessa to her feet. Peg closed her laptop.
Vanessa was nervous, but anxious. She was uncertain whether she wanted a one-time affair with Peg or a long-term relationship. But as she gazed at the curly hair lying against Peg's smooth white skin, Vanessa knew she wanted Peg now.
* * *
After leaving iTrus Café, Vanessa found herself lying on Peg's bed, looking at her through the huge mirror on the ceiling. Both women were naked as Peg was gently circling one of Vanessa's nipples with her tongue. Vanessa ran her hands through Peg's hair and caressed her neck.
Peg made her way up, kissing Vanessa's neck before her tongue entered Vanessa's mouth. “You taste so good,” Peg whispered, then worked her way down. Her hands cupped Vanessa's breasts, gently squeezing them. She worked Vanessa's nipples with her mouth.
“Ahh, yes,” Vanessa cooed. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. All she could feel was the sensation in her breasts. It was as if no other part of her body existed. Vanessa winced as Peg engulfed almost her whole right breast and then slowly released it from her mouth after her wet lips sucked intensely on Vanessa's nipple.
She hovered over Vanessa with a seductive look. Turning Vanessa over onto her stomach, she said, “Welcome to heaven.”
Vanessa slid a pillow underneath her neck and closed her eyes as she felt the warmth of Peg's body closing in on her. The touch of her lips on Vanessa's neck increased the wetness between her legs. She could feel Peg's soft hands trailing downward from her shoulders, following the kisses that lowered to her spine. In seconds, Vanessa felt Peg lightly slap her rear, before kissing it.
“You like that?” Peg asked
“Love it.”
Peg slipped her hands underneath Vanessa and lifted her, while guiding her tongue between Vanessa's swollen pussy lips. The lips on Peg's mouth met the lips between Vanessa's legs.
“Eat me,” Vanessa purred as her body wiggled and her world became a small vicinity where only she and Peg existed. She could feel Peg probing her moist insides, her tongue pleasuring every part that mattered. Vanessa reached back, pulling Peg's head until her tongue went as deep as possible.
Peg slipped one of her hands down until Vanessa's clit was snug between Peg's fingers that slid back and forth.
“Please, yes,” Vanessa whispered. She bit down into the pillow. Her body became tense, then began to spasm as she released a load of her liquids into Peg's mouth and onto the bed. A surge of energy bolted through Vanessa's body, then she grew tired, her body loose.
Peg pulled back from Vanessa. “How was heaven?”
Vanessa rolled over on her back with a smile. “Simply divine.” She stared into Peg's eyes and said, “Let me show you.” She leaned forward on her knees.
Peg stood on the bed and stepped forward until Vanessa's lips were kissing her thighs. Vanessa’s palms sunk into Peg's cottony ass. “Rub it,” Peg commanded.
Vanessa slowly caressed both of Peg's tiny butt cheeks, covering nearly all of them. Vanessa ran her hand in and out of the crack of Peg's ass and eased her tongue against her clit. “That feels so good.”
Vanessa slid two fingers inside of Peg's tight pussy and began working her G-spot while sucking her clit.
“Just like that. Come on.” One of Peg's hands fell to Vanessa's shoulders. The other slipped back until Peg was working her own fingers into her ass. “Yes, it feels so right.”
Vanessa moved from Peg's clit to the outside of her pussy lips, while still fingering her G-spot.
“Just like that. Ahh, that's great,” Peg whispered. Her body began to quiver and her moans turned to roars.
Vanessa sucked hard on Peg's pink mound while stimulating her G-spot.
“Perfect! That's just how I like it. Yessss!” Peg yelled as she came.
Vanessa stepped back as her face, neck and breasts were hit with the white fluid squirting from Peg's pussy. What the hell? Vanessa had heard of women who were squirters, but she had never seen one. She wiped the cum from her face.
Peg bent down and helped Vanessa, by licking her own cum from Vanessa's neck and breasts.
She's a freak for real. Vanessa's nipples grew hard in Peg's mouth. She grabbed Peg and shifted her head between her legs. She clamped them around Peg's head and pulled her toward her. Vanessa balled her fists as Peg sucked her into a second orgasm.
Afterwards, Vanessa and Peg washed each other underneath the warm water of Peg's shower. Shortly after, Peg left the bathroom and Vanessa found herself drying off. She noticed that all of Peg's toiletries were organic, many made from products like oatmeal and hemp. Vanessa called out, “Hey Peg, where's your antiperspirant?”
“You can't be serious,” Peg yelled back. “That stuff will kill you. It stops you from sweating, so your body doesn't release the toxins found within the sweat. That means the poisons your body is trying to get rid of remain trapped inside. It's a recipe for cancer. There's a number of studies proving it.”
“How about deodorant?” Vanessa asked.
“When you shower three times a day, you don't need it.”
No deodorant? She's taking this Bohemian business to another level. Vanessa grabbed some cocoa butter and rubbed it under her armpits. She applied some Shea butter on her 'fro and mineral oil to her body before stepping out of the bathroom and getting dressed. She found her way to the dining room connected to the kitchen.
“You hungry?” Peg asked.
“You suck all of the energy out of me then have the nerve to ask if I'm hungry.” Vanessa smiled, looking at the white woman draped in a long multi-colored T-shirt.
“You're welcome to join me for a meal, but I don't eat anything with a face.”
Vanessa stood and began walking toward Peg. “You're a vegan too?”
“Since I protested my biology teacher in junior high for failing me after I refused to dissect a frog.”
Vanessa smiled and began explaining how she had stopped eating meat and meat byproducts for health reasons about five years earlier.
Peg looked down at Vanessa's leather clogs. “Now all we have to do is get you to stop wearing animals. It's pretty archaic and cavemanish to see us humans wearing animal skin in 2012. Not to mention, it's just plain gross.”
As Peg prepared some stir fired vegetables, she told Vanessa how she had been involved in animal rights groups for years. There was something that frustrated Peg about knowing that millions of innocent animals were brought into the world and raised to adults only to be murdered and eaten or worn as clothing by humans. She didn't believe there was a legitimate reason to hurt or kill another being that experiences pain—be they research monkeys in a lab or drug dealers in the hood. She went out of her way to make sure the vast majority of products she bought were not made in sweat shops and were green, from toothpicks to her Toyota Prius.
“So I just had sex with an environmentalist?” Vanessa asked with a smile.
“Consider me a woman who wants to treat the earth right and if given the opportunity, treat you right.” Peg leaned over and kissed Vanessa passionately.
As they parted, Vanessa's eyes opened. She stared at Peg. Her thin, pink lips, pale skin, and thin nose. Vanessa was coming to terms with the fact she had just had sex with a white woman and she loved it. She liked what she had seen about Peg as a person, because she seemed to have the morals Vanessa had once clung to so hard. But Vanessa felt guilty for cheating on Candy.
Even though Candy had walked out of the door on a bad note and their relationship appeared to be evaporating like fog exposed to the rising sun, Vanessa still loved Candy, just like she loved Rich.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
RICH
Rich sat poolside on a beach chair behind King's extravagant mansion in the upscale Buckhead section of Atlanta. The sound of Olivia's “December” blared as D.J. Clue rocked the crowd of 200-plus employees from Queens Incorporated and their guests who mingled under the sun. Through his aviator shades, Rich watched the countless models clad in bikinis. Many of them had been flirting with him since he began spending time at Queens Incorporated. But Rich had turned down their advances out of respect and his hope not to cause any problems for Zora. He and Zora had been spending a lot of time together. He found out they shared not only a strong sex drive, but intelligence and ambition too. Yet Rich was trying
not to jump into a relationship at the moment. And in the back of his mind were memories of Vanessa and Candy. On many occasions he had fought his urge to attempt to rekindle their once solid relationship. But he was done being a repairman. If they loved him, they would have to undo the damage they caused to their relationship. In his mind, their obsession with revenge had pushed him away.
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