Vend Friends
Terrence & Laneise
The sun was high, casting a golden glow over the outdoor vending event. Laneise adjusted the arrangement of her handmade shea butter jars on the display table, each glistening with promise under the light. She wore a flowing sundress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and her warm smile drew curious customers in like honey. Business was steady, and the air buzzed with laughter, music, and the chatter of people admiring handmade goods.
The barbershop was a sleek, modern space with black leather chairs and gleaming hardwood floors. Terrence flicked on the lights, illuminating the carefully curated artwork on the walls and the neatly arranged tools at each station.
“This is impressive,” Laneise said, running her fingers along the edge of one of the barber chairs.
“Thanks,” Terrence said, leaning against the counter. “It’s my second home.”
There was a charged silence as their eyes met. Terrence crossed the room slowly, his presence commanding. “You know,” he said, his voice low, “I don’t usually bring people here after hours.”
“Am I supposed to feel special?” Laneise teased, though her voice was softer now.
“You are special,” he replied, his tone serious.
The air between them thickened as Terrence reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. Laneise’s breath caught as his fingers lingered on her cheek, his touch warm and deliberate.
“You’ve been driving me crazy all day,” he murmured, his eyes locked on hers. Terrence had an exotic look, as he moved in closer, Laneise noticed the gold Cape Verdean piece handing from his chain.
“Have I?” she whispered, her heart pounding.
Terrence leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was soft at first, then deepened with an intensity that made her knees weak. Damn he moves fast! Laneise melted into him, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt.
As the kiss grew more urgent, Terrence lifted her effortlessly onto one of the barber chairs, his hands firm yet gentle on her waist. Laneise felt the cool leather against her thighs as he leaned over her, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. What the f**k am I doing?!
The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, their breaths mingling, their bodies drawn together by an undeniable force. Just as the moment reached a fever pitch, Terrence pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers.
“I don’t want to rush this,” he said, his voice husky. “You’re worth more than that.”
Laneise looked up at him, her lips swollen and her eyes bright. She could feel the tension thrumming between them, a promise of what was to come.
“Then don’t keep me waiting too long,” she said, her voice a sultry challenge.
Terrence’s grin returned, slow and wicked. “Trust me baby, I won’t.”
The night hung in suspense, the possibilities endless as they stayed locked in each other’s gaze, the air crackling with unspoken desire.
A low, rich voice broke through the noise. “I didn’t think shea butter could look this good, but you’ve proven me wrong.”
Laneise turned, her breath hitching. The man standing before her was magnetic. He was tall, with smooth brown skin and eyes that sparkled with mischief. His sharp jawline was accentuated by a well-groomed beard, and his smile—oh, that smile—was a weapon. He wore a tailored shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and arms, and his confidence radiated in a way that made her heart skip a beat.
“Well,” she said, finding her voice, “I’m guessing you don’t moisturize often if you think this is surprising.”
He laughed, a deep, velvety sound that sent a thrill down her spine. “You got me. I’m Terrence, by the way. I’m over there selling barber supplies.” He gestured toward a table across the way, stocked with clippers, brushes, and grooming products. “Figured I’d come check out the competition.”
“Competition?” Laneise raised an eyebrow.
Laneise felt heat rise to her cheeks but kept her composure. “Nice to meet you, Terrence. I’m Laneise. And don’t worry—your clippers are safe from my shea butter.”
They spent the next hour exchanging playful banter between customers. Every time Terrence flashed that smile or leaned on her table, Laneise felt herself drawn deeper into his orbit. He was charming, yes, but there was a sincerity beneath the flirtation that intrigued her.
As the event wound down, Terrence helped Laneise pack up her table. “How about dinner tonight?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes intent.
Laneise hesitated for a moment, her heart fluttering. “You don’t waste time, do you?”
“Life’s too short to miss out on a good thing,” he replied smoothly.
She smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. “Alright, Terrence. Dinner it is.”That evening, Terrence took Laneise to a cozy, upscale restaurant tucked away in the city. Over candlelight, they talked about everything—her passion for natural skincare, his journey as a barber, their shared love of soulful music. The conversation flowed as effortlessly as the wine, and Laneise found herself laughing more than she had in months.
“You have this energy about you,” Terrence said, his voice dropping slightly. “It’s…captivating.”
Laneise’s pulse quickened under his gaze. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, her tone teasing but her cheeks warm.
By the time dinner ended, the chemistry between them was undeniable. As they walked out into the cool night air, Terrence turned to her. “I have a place I think you’ll like. My barbershop. It’s not far—want to check it out?”
Curiosity piqued, Laneise nodded. “Lead the way.”
Laneise turned, her breath hitching. The man standing before her was magnetic. He was tall, with smooth brown skin and eyes that sparkled with mischief. His sharp jawline was accentuated by a well-groomed beard, and his smile—oh, that smile—was a weapon. He wore a tailored shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and arms, and his confidence radiated in a way that made her heart skip a beat.
“Well,” she said, finding her voice, “I’m guessing you don’t moisturize often if you think this is surprising.”
He laughed, a deep, velvety sound that sent a thrill down her spine. “You got me. I’m Terrence, by the way. I’m over there selling barber supplies.” He gestured toward a table across the way, stocked with clippers, brushes, and grooming products. “Figured I’d come check out the competition.”
“Competition?” Laneise raised an eyebrow.
Laneise felt heat rise to her cheeks but kept her composure. “Nice to meet you, Terrence. I’m Laneise. And don’t worry—your clippers are safe from my shea butter.”
They spent the next hour exchanging playful banter between customers. Every time Terrence flashed that smile or leaned on her table, Laneise felt herself drawn deeper into his orbit. He was charming, yes, but there was a sincerity beneath the flirtation that intrigued her.
As the event wound down, Terrence helped Laneise pack up her table. “How about dinner tonight?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes intent.
Laneise hesitated for a moment, her heart fluttering. “You don’t waste time, do you?”
“Life’s too short to miss out on a good thing,” he replied smoothly.
She smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. “Alright, Terrence. Dinner it is.”That evening, Terrence took Laneise to a cozy, upscale restaurant tucked away in the city. Over candlelight, they talked about everything—her passion for natural skincare, his journey as a barber, their shared love of soulful music. The conversation flowed as effortlessly as the wine, and Laneise found herself laughing more than she had in months.
“You have this energy about you,” Terrence said, his voice dropping slightly. “It’s…captivating.”
Laneise’s pulse quickened under his gaze. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, her tone teasing but her cheeks warm.
By the time dinner ended, the chemistry between them was undeniable. As they walked out into the cool night air, Terrence turned to her. “I have a place I think you’ll like. My barbershop. It’s not far—want to check it out?”
Curiosity piqued, Laneise nodded. “Lead the way.”
The barbershop was a sleek, modern space with black leather chairs and gleaming hardwood floors. Terrence flicked on the lights, illuminating the carefully curated artwork on the walls and the neatly arranged tools at each station.
“This is impressive,” Laneise said, running her fingers along the edge of one of the barber chairs.
“Thanks,” Terrence said, leaning against the counter. “It’s my second home.”
There was a charged silence as their eyes met. Terrence crossed the room slowly, his presence commanding. “You know,” he said, his voice low, “I don’t usually bring people here after hours.”
“Am I supposed to feel special?” Laneise teased, though her voice was softer now.
“You are special,” he replied, his tone serious.
The air between them thickened as Terrence reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. Laneise’s breath caught as his fingers lingered on her cheek, his touch warm and deliberate.
“You’ve been driving me crazy all day,” he murmured, his eyes locked on hers. Terrence had an exotic look, as he moved in closer, Laneise noticed the gold Cape Verdean piece handing from his chain.
“Have I?” she whispered, her heart pounding.
Terrence leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was soft at first, then deepened with an intensity that made her knees weak. Damn he moves fast! Laneise melted into him, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt.
As the kiss grew more urgent, Terrence lifted her effortlessly onto one of the barber chairs, his hands firm yet gentle on her waist. Laneise felt the cool leather against her thighs as he leaned over her, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. What the f**k am I doing?!
The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, their breaths mingling, their bodies drawn together by an undeniable force. Just as the moment reached a fever pitch, Terrence pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers.
“I don’t want to rush this,” he said, his voice husky. “You’re worth more than that.”
Laneise looked up at him, her lips swollen and her eyes bright. She could feel the tension thrumming between them, a promise of what was to come.
“Then don’t keep me waiting too long,” she said, her voice a sultry challenge.
Terrence’s grin returned, slow and wicked. “Trust me baby, I won’t.”
The night hung in suspense, the possibilities endless as they stayed locked in each other’s gaze, the air crackling with unspoken desire.
Terrence took a deep breath, his hand still resting lightly on Laneise’s waist as he straightened up. The smoldering intensity in his eyes softened just enough to reveal a tenderness that made her heart skip.
“You’re something else, Laneise,” he said, his voice low but steady.
Laneise smiled, smoothing the fabric of her dress as she slid down from the barber chair. “I could say the same about you, Terrence. But if we stay here any longer…” She let the sentence hang in the air, the meaning clear.
He chuckled, running a hand over his beard. “You’re right. Let me get you home before I forget how to be a gentleman.”
Terrence grabbed his keys, and they stepped out into the cool night. The city had quieted, the hum of the day giving way to a peaceful stillness. As they walked to his car, he opened the passenger door for her, his hand briefly grazing her back. The touch sent a shiver through her, but she composed herself as she slid into the seat.
The drive was quiet but comfortable, the air between them still charged with the energy of the evening. Soft R&B played on the radio, the sultry rhythm matching the undercurrent of tension they both felt. Laneise glanced at him from the corner of her eye, watching the way his hands gripped the wheel and how his jaw tightened slightly when their gazes met.
“You’re something else, Laneise,” he said, his voice low but steady.
Laneise smiled, smoothing the fabric of her dress as she slid down from the barber chair. “I could say the same about you, Terrence. But if we stay here any longer…” She let the sentence hang in the air, the meaning clear.
He chuckled, running a hand over his beard. “You’re right. Let me get you home before I forget how to be a gentleman.”
Terrence grabbed his keys, and they stepped out into the cool night. The city had quieted, the hum of the day giving way to a peaceful stillness. As they walked to his car, he opened the passenger door for her, his hand briefly grazing her back. The touch sent a shiver through her, but she composed herself as she slid into the seat.
The drive was quiet but comfortable, the air between them still charged with the energy of the evening. Soft R&B played on the radio, the sultry rhythm matching the undercurrent of tension they both felt. Laneise glanced at him from the corner of her eye, watching the way his hands gripped the wheel and how his jaw tightened slightly when their gazes met.
“Thank you for tonight,” she said, breaking the silence. “It’s been…unexpected, but in the best way.”
Terrence’s lips curved into that irresistible grin. “The night’s not over yet. I’m just making sure it ends the right way.”
Terrence’s lips curved into that irresistible grin. “The night’s not over yet. I’m just making sure it ends the right way.”
When they pulled up in front of her apartment, he parked and turned off the engine, then turned to her fully. “Laneise,” he said, his tone serious, “I want you to know that I’m not just looking for a fling. You’re different, and I don’t want to mess this up by moving too fast.”
Her chest tightened at his words, a mix of surprise and admiration flooding her. “I appreciate that, Terrence. I really do. But I think we both know this is just the beginning.”
He leaned closer, his hand resting lightly on hers. “You’re right. This is just the start.”
Their lips met again, this time slower, more deliberate. It was a kiss filled with promise, the kind that spoke of endless possibilities. When they finally pulled apart, Laneise opened the door and stepped out, the cool air grounding her.
Their lips met again, this time slower, more deliberate. It was a kiss filled with promise, the kind that spoke of endless possibilities. When they finally pulled apart, Laneise opened the door and stepped out, the cool air grounding her.
“Goodnight, Terrence,” she said, her voice soft but confident.
“Goodnight, Laneise,” he replied, his gaze lingering on her as she walked up to her door.
As she turned the key and stepped inside, she glanced back to see him still parked, watching to ensure she was safely inside. The door closed behind her, and she leaned against it, her heart racing.
As she turned the key and stepped inside, she glanced back to see him still parked, watching to ensure she was safely inside. The door closed behind her, and she leaned against it, her heart racing.
Terrence drove away moments later, a smile playing on his lips as he replayed the night in his mind. This was no ordinary
For both of them, the night wasn’t an ending—it was the beginning of something electric, something neither of them could deny.
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