Free Lickin' License by Intelligent Allah Page A

something different than the norm, something he had to have.
    He walked over and kissed her, then greeted the women. Moments later Rich and Vanessa walked outside and stood next to Vanessa’s Altima.
    “First things first,” Rich said. “That yard of tongue I just put down your throat was for two reasons.”
    “Oh yeah?” Vanessa smiled.
    Rich slipped one of her hands in between both of his. “It was to let you know I want every night to be like last night.”
    “And the other reason?”
    “To let every one of them freaks inside that shop know that I'm not no one-night stand man playing hump 'em and dump ‘em with Ms. Vanessa.”
    Vanessa grinned.
    “I'm serious, baby. Rich been in a lot of women's beds, but he just don't go around putting his lips on any woman. And I know my name done came up in that shop so much you might think I work there. Them jealous freaks in there probably pissing in your ear so much you might have an infection. Let me see.” He gripped her ear between his fingers.
    “Stop.” Vanessa giggled. “You are crazy.”
    “Listen, where you on your way to?”
    “Wherever you wanna go.”
    “It's not about me, baby. This your world. I'm just trying to live in it.”
    “This is our world,” Vanessa said before kissing Rich. “But I'm gonna get in my car, you get in—” She looked around and paused in silence for a few seconds. “I don't see your car.”
    “It's right behind yours.”
    Vanessa looked at the Aston Martin DBS parked behind her Altima. The pearl white paint job glistened underneath a streetlamp. Rich laughed to himself as he watched her eyes expand at the sight of the customized sports car with its chrome rims. He knew she was expecting to see the Beamer that he sped down the FDR in with her head in his lap. Vanessa's non-materialistic persona had vanished. The car with the six-figure price tag appeared to reduce her to the same status as the women who Rich usually overwhelmed with his money-making image.
    “Follow me,” Vanessa said, before jumping inside her Altima.
    Rich drove behind her, thinking of what their next sex scene would be like. His fantasies had been saturating his mind since their mind-blowing rendezvous. Rich was seeing five other women, and he occasionally scrolled through the 100-plus numbers in his Sidekick to spark an episode with an old flame. His routine had been the same for years and no new strategies were in his game plan because of Vanessa. She had simply earned a space as number six on the list of starters he kept in active rotation. And she would need more continuous performances like her first in order to maintain her position.
    “I know this freak ain't planning on going in there,” Rich mumbled as Vanessa parked in front of Washington Square Park. He pulled up behind her. He had not taken a woman to a park since he was in junior high school. His dates spanned from dinner at exclusive French restaurants to Caribbean cruises. He stepped out of the Aston Martin after Vanessa exited her Altima.
    She held her hands out and smiled. “So what do you think?”
    “You made the call and I picked up the phone.”
    Vanessa grabbed his hand. “I know this is probably different for a man of your taste, but you'll be surprised how fun a park can be. When I was young my parents used to take me to Yellowstone Park every year,” she said. “There's nothing like the outdoors, even if it's a city park.”
    Rich walked into the park with Vanessa, and sat on a bench. He listened to her life story. She told him about her always being the strange person in the crowd, and how people did not understand her. She told Rich about her history with Mimi and the bond they shared. Rich also listened to herspeak passionately about her love for writing. He liked the ideas she mentioned about the novel she was working on. As she continued talking, Rich realized that she was holding in many things that she seemed anxious to get off her chest. She had a unique style that