“Careful now,” Heather said, laughing. “Somebody's sipped a little too much white wine.”
“White wine?” Candy pointed at Heather and laughed as if Heather had just told the funniest joke in the history of comedy. Candy grabbed her stomach as she laughed.
The women stepped outside into the night air and Candy snatched Heather's keys to her preowned Range Rover she had driven the women to the restaurant in. “I wanna drive,” Candy said.
“Not like that liquor lady,” Heather said, grabbing her keys back. “I'm driving you home.”
“Who said I was going home?” Candy responded, laughing. “I might wanna hang out at your place or Peg's.”
“Okay,” Peg said.
“I'll do the driving,” Heather said. The women piled into the truck. Candy stretched out in the second row, while Peg sat beside Heather who pulled off. Outstretched and giggling, Candy continued telling jokes as the women cruised through Manhattan.
“It's time to quiet you up,” Peg said as they began riding over the Brooklyn Bridge. She climbed over to the back seat and on top of Candy.
Candy cuffed Peg’s small butt. “I like what I feel.” She giggled.
Peg gazed into her glassy eyes, slowly leaned down and locked her lips on Candy's neck.
Candy closed her eyes and moaned. The feeling of Peg's tongue on her neck heated her up. Then, as her eyes opened, their lips met. Their tongues danced. Candy titled her head back, while Peg went back to her neck, placing light kisses on it. Her lips were sobering Candy. “Your lips are so soft,” Candy whispered.
“And you taste just like Candy.” Peg smiled as she said it. She lifted her head and kissed Candy again. She reached down and lifted Candy's miniskirt, then pulled her underwear to her ankles and over her heels. Peg lifted her own skirt and removed her panties.
“Hurry up,” Candy purred.
Peg turned Candy onto her side. She slid her leg between Candy's legs until their pussies made contact. As she positioned herself, the truck hit a bump, pressing Peg's pussy against Candy's clit.
Peg reached forward and grabbed a handful of Candy's delicate ass. She eased her hand between Candy's crack, and then slipped a finger inside of her asshole.
“Oh, damn. Umph.” Candy's body jolted as Peg's touch sent a chill through her being. Candy grinded into Peg's humps and fingering.
Peg leaned back and swerved her hip faster. “Yes, yes.”
“Ahh,” Candy panted.
“You guys are making me hot in here,” Heather said as the Range Rover stopped at a light.
“Ahh. I'm almost there,” Candy whimpered.
“Yes. Me too. Yes.”
“Ahh, shiiiit!” Candy climaxed seconds before Peg did. They both grinned while the overwhelming sensations of their sweaty bodies subsided.
* * *
They following morning, the women awoke and showered. Candy was still stunned. She had never been in an all-female threesome.
After showering, the women got dressed and rode to the hospital.
“Breaking news and good news,” Vanessa's doctor said to Peg as she led the women into the hospital. “She regained consciousness an hour ago.”
Candy was so happy that she cried. She listened as the doctor said there would have to be several tests done on Vanessa and she may be ready for visitors in a couple of hours.
“Thank you,” Peg said to the doctor. She turned to Candy and Heather with a wide smile. “I knew it. I mean, she's a fighter. Told you so.”
“I'm like ecstatic,” Heather added.
“I need some air.” Candy stepped back outside and inhaled the fresh summer air. She looked up to the sky, then around her. The trees, the people, the sun, everything was beautiful. Having Vanessa back was like having a new part of her. Candy was rejuvenated.
Heather walked outside, followed by Peg.
“She's back,” Candy said. She hugged Heather, then Peg. “I can't wait to see her.”
“We'll be one big happy foursome,” Peg said. She placed her hand on Candy's shoulder. “Once we get you to stop consuming carcasses, everything will be copasetic.” She laughed.
Candy smiled, because the comment reminded her of something Vanessa had once said. But Peg's first statement resonated with Candy. They could actually be part of a foursome. But Candy hardly knew Peg and Heather. Sex with them was good and their conversations interesting, but living under the same roof was a huge step. Having Vanessa back in her life and both Vanessa and her staying away from the streets is what Candy was focused on. Candy looked up. I know Rich is proud, looking down on us knowing that we're done with the streets. Vanessa can get back to writing. You gave your life for me while you were trying to go legit and you kept trying to steer me and Vanessa down the right path, Rich. Well, it wasn't in vain. Candy smiled.
***
When the two hours were up, they went upstairs in the hospital. They waited outside of Vanessa's room for a minute, then the doctor came. “She's ready for visiting, but—”
Candy bolted off into the room as the doctor spoke to Peg and Heather.
Candy closed the door and rushed over to Vanessa. Candy had almost forgotten what it felt like to see Vanessa's eyes open. She smiled at Vanessa and kissed her forehead. “How you doin', baby?”
Vanessa burst into tears.
“What?” Candy blurted, holding onto Vanessa's hands.
“Clant wllallk,” Vanessa slurred and then pointed at her legs.
“You can't walk?” Candy repeated, causing Vanessa to cry more. “I'm sorry.”
Vanessa's head began shaking slightly. “Iiii clant evlllen ttlalk fffuckin' right.”
Tears flooded Candy’s eyes. She had never seen another person in such a debilitating state. Vanessa was a helpless fragment of the vibrant woman Candy had grown to love. All of the plans made for Vanessa were suspect. This wasn't the happy ending Candy had in mind. She knew there must have been brain damage from the bullet that pierced Vanessa's skull.
Peg and Heather came into the room and Candy turned to them, sobbing as they stared at Vanessa shaking.
Peg pulled Candy close. “The doctor said there is a chance that she could overcome being paralyzed and that speech therapy can help. He says she could be normal in time.
Candy dropped her head, then turned back to Vanessa. She leaned over and hugged Vanessa. “I'm so sorry.”
Vanessa's shaky head rubbed against Candy's face as she whispered into Candy's ear. “Don't bbbe sillory. Gllet ttthe pleoppple thlat dlid thllis too mmme.”
Candy's head slowly rose from Vanessa. She thought of Vanessa's request for the murder of those responsible for her affliction. She stared through her own watery eyes into Vanessa's bloodshot eyes as her head shook.
Vanessa’s eyelids shut and she turned her head. Candy knew it was out of the shame of being seen in such condition. Candy thought about it and realized the same people who had taken Rich's life had done this to Vanessa. The same people who had tried to murder Candy—Jahiem and Tahiem and Vera were the people Vanessa wanted dead. The people who deserved to be dead. How could Candy not fulfill Vanessa's wish?
Candy kissed Vanessa on the cheek, then turned to walk away. She stepped past Peg and Heather. She wanted to stop. The two innocent women reminded her of all the good life had to offer. All the things that normalcy provided which Rich gave his life for her to enjoy.
“Candy, where are you going?” Peg's voice called out.
Candy was too angry, too hurt and too scared to turn around.
“Candy!” Heather yelled.
Candy stepped out of the door with murder on her mind. She finally turned and faced Peg and Heather. “I gotta take care of something,” she said, then walked off.
*THE END*
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