Youngin' Blues: The Story of Reed and RaKeem (13 page)

His dick was hard as a missal at this point. If Reed didn’t cut the shit out, he’d have her bent over in a matter of seconds, pounding her virgin pussy from the back –showing not one ounce of mercy. A passionate lover, he would turn her entire world upside down.

“RaKeem, I think that I’m ready.”

“You can’t think Reed. I need you to know. Until you do, chill.” He smacked her hand away from his dick, and demanded that she continue watching the movie. “Now, watch the movie.”

Sighing, Reed rolled her eyes into the top of her head. She hated the indecisiveness that she was facing at the time. More than anything, she wanted to submit to her man, physically. But then, she was wondering if she had the courage to do so. She didn’t want to get him worked up, only to let fear creep in.

Guessing that she’d leave it alone for now, Reed focused on the movie. By the time the credits rolled around, the urge that she had been feeling earlier remained. At this point, she knew that she was ready. There was no doubt in her mind about it. Lifting up, she placed her lips on top of Keem’s.

What he thought to be a short peck turned into a full French kiss. RaKeem parted Reed’s lips with his tongue and they shared the passion that was brewing between the two of them. Using her right hand, Reed started to rub the crotch area of RaKeem’s pants, again. Upon contact, he hardened. This time, he didn’t bother to stop Reed. He allowed her to have her way. Up and down, she rubbed –over and over.

“Yo Reed,” Keem whispered in between kisses. “You sure you want to go there, ma?”

Silently, Keem was begging and pleading for a yes. “Yes.” She granted his wish.

Nothing more needed to be said. RaKeem was on his feet in seconds. Bending down, he picked Reed up and threw her over his shoulder. He exited the theatre room and went to his bedroom. There was no way that he’d allow her to lose her virginity on the floor of the theatre room. They weren’t children. Besides, Reed deserved better.

As Keem lifted Reed up the steps, he couldn’t help but to reflect on the fact that she’d placed her fears behind her and offered herself to him. She could’ve chosen any man, but it was him that she’d preferred. In more senses than just one, Keem felt honored –privileged even. Reed’s actions showed that she trusted him, wholeheartedly.

Keem dropped Reed on the bed, but gently. Before she could make a move, he was all over her. His hands roamed her body freely, something that he’d always wanted to do. Out of respect, he’d fondle but not too much. Knowing that some touches made Reed uncomfortable, so he steered clear of them.

Hitting the button on the remote that was on his nightstand, Keem cut the lights on in his bedroom. He then turned them down, but not too much. He wanted to see all of Reed. Reaching backwards, Reed pressed the opposite button to turn them back off. Again, Keem turned them back on.

“Stop.” He bit into the side of Reed’s jaw. “You deserve to be seen.” He pumped her up. It was the truth. Her body was to be celebrated, and he wanted to do so in the light. He’d never desired to see during sex. Keem, just like any other man, could feel their way through the dark. However, this was much different. Everything about their encounter was dissimilar.

First removing Reed’s shirt, Keem dipped down and tasted her brown sugar colored skin. Just as sweet as Reed was herself, RaKeem wasn’t surprised at her delightfulness. Starting back at her lips, Keem looked into Reed’s eyes. He was searching for an ounce of uncertainty, but there wasn’t a trace. Intently, Reed stared back, encouraging him to continue.

“Please.” She whispered, barely audible.

Her huskily breathing assure Keem that he was on the right track. Pinning both of her arms above her head, Keem used the tip of his tongue to trail from her chin to her neck. Pausing, he suckled on the right side, and then moved to the left. Hungry for more, Keem moved down to Reed’s clavicle, lingering a bit longer than he’d anticipated. The taste of Reed’s skin was just much more enticing than he could’ve imagined, keeping him for longer than he’d planned.

“Ahhhh.” Arched back, throbbing pussy, and curiosity at an all time high, Reed moaned.

With his hand on her lower stomach, Keem pressed Reed’s body back onto the bed. With her limbs moving freely, he wouldn’t be able to maneuver with the precision of a well equipped gentleman as himself. In order for him to properly handle his, she needed to keep still.

“Ahhhh.” She moaned again. Any touch, every touch was magnifying at the moment. RaKeem’s fingers had set Reed’s body ablaze.

Picking back up where he’d left off, RaKeem made swirls around Reed’s chest area. Then, he used the thick of his tongue to lubricate the swollen nub that God had blessed his precious Reed with. Beginning with her right breast, RaKeem stared into her eyes as he took it into his mouth –twirling his tongue around her nipple. Nearly sending Reed’s body into shock, Keem felt her legs buckle beneath him. Repeating the very same action with the left breast, Keem then moved down to Reed’s washboard stomach.

Not a blemish insight, he traced her small six back with his tongue. As he made his way further down, he unbuckled her pants, and pulled them off –along with her panties. RaKeem’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. His heart melted upon seeing Reed undressed –fully. After years of wondering what she she looked like underneath her clothes, he nearly shed a few tears. The moment was the precious to him.

Awestruck, he reached down and touched her warm lips. Splitting them with his fingers, he stared at her virgin pussy. He didn’t consider Reed to be broken in. A sick bastard had taken her innocence. In his eyes, she was just as much a virgin as a woman that had never been penetrated.

The beauty of her treasure caused RaKeem’s mouth to water. Just staring at the pretty piece of meat caused him to want to taste it. It was just beautiful. Without further do, he went under. Laying his tongue against Reed’s pussy, flat, Keem held himself in place. Still not believing that he was tasting the girl of his dreams, he became emotional right where he was. A lone tear slipped from his eyes and he hurried to wipe them way. The moment was so surreal.

“Ssssss.” Reed hissed, attempting to close her legs.

Before she could, Keem had gapped them, trying his best to hold her down. No hands needed, he licked up and then down. The flickering of his tongue caused Reed to shake. Up and down again, RaKeem was awarded with the very same movement. Reed shook, again. Over and over they both repeated the same gestures.

“Oh. Yes… Oh… Ahhhh…” Reed used her fingers to rub through Keem’s soft sandy brown curls. Gripping them, she tried pulling him from her nesting pot, but he wasn’t having it. Right there on his knees, he spelled his name out on that pussy.

R-A-K-E-E-M-J-O-N-E-S, he was sure not to leave a letter unwritten. Keem secretly claimed ownership over Reed’s pussy at that moment. He’d kill before he allowed another nigga in his shit, and he’d never even entertained a thought as such before.

“Oooohhhhh.” Reed arched her back, an unfamiliar feeling was taking over her body. “Keeeem.” She screamed. “Mooove…” Within seconds, Reed’s light trembles turned into seizure like convulsions.

She underwent full body spasms on RaKeem’s tongue. He admired the distinctive taste of her cream as it filtered into his mouth, on his beard, and down his chin. He didn’t give a fuck. It was her world. Reed could cum wherever the hell she’d like. This was her show.

“Whaaaaaaaa…” the question never emerged from her thoughts. Reed had succumbed to her very first orgasm, and she could barely handle it. “Please. Please.” She panted, pushing RaKeem’s head backwards.

Deciding to let up, Keem removed himself from her pussy, but not before kissing it goodbye. For now, he wanted Reed to taste the fruits of his labor. Hovering over her small frame, Keem placed his tongue in Reed’s mouth. Hungrily, she took him in. The foreign taste intrigued her as she pulled him in deeper.

As the couple kissed, Keem unbuckled his pants and maneuvered them down to his ankles. Once the kiss finally stopped, he was able to get them completely off. Using his right hand, he worked his dick. Reed’s sexed crazed look had him completely spent. Her eyes hung low as she panted, trying to get herself back together.

Giving Reed a few seconds to adapt, RaKeem stood at the foot of the bed, hands wrapped around his dick, massaging it back and forward. Staring down at Reed, he could wait no longer. Just as a feign needed their next hit, he needed his first. Having not even gotten a taste, RaKeem was already an addict. Sexily, Reed laid across the bed. Her pussy juices stained his sheets. The sight of them made him even more desperate. If he could, he’d leave them on his custom king sized bed forever.

Deciding that enough was enough, Keem got into position. Back staring into Reed’s eyes, he held his dick in one hand while holding himself up with the other. His words were sincere as he spoke, “I love you.” He mentioned, tearing into Reed, simultaneously.

Just as he wanted, she was so focused on his words that the pain was furthest from her mind. Of course, she tensed up, but Keem continued, causing her to relax again. “I loved you yesterday, and I’ll love you tomorrow.”

He tried focusing on anything but how good her insides felt. Reed was official. Her shit gripped his dick, pulling him in unintentionally. Squeezing his eyes together for a second, he quickly opened them back. “I even loved you when I first laid eyes on you.” He finished, leaning down to kiss her lips.

“Ahhhhh. Keem.” Reed screamed against his lips. She was in pain, undoubtedly. However, it was a good kind of pain. She’d never be able to explain the feeling, but it was magnificent.

“I love you.” Keem chanted.

“I… Uhhh. I love…” Reed could barely say much; she was overwhelmed by the feeling that she had been awarded. Her very first sex session with Keem hadn’t even ended, and she was ready to do it all again. She’d become drawn, like a moth to a flame.

Bending his lanky frame, Keem placed Reed’s left breast in his mouth. From earlier, he’d learned that it was the tastiest. Like a raging beast, he sucked and licked all over it. Reed cried out while Keem long stroked her, giving her something to run tell her friend about.

“YAAAASSSSSS!” she screamed, knowing what was next. The same feeling she’d gotten while getting topped off was the same one that was approaching. She could sense it.

“Keeeeeeem. It’s…. It’s coming.” She tried to warn Keem, but he kept up.

“Let it come, baby. Cum on my dick.” He encouraged. “Let it go.”

And just like that, she came.

Keem put down his magic, piping Reed for nearly an hour. Her pussy was swollen, and she could barely close her legs by the time he tapped out. Careful not to impregnate Reed prematurely, he’d pulled out and let go of his seed in his hand. He wasn’t sure how comfortable Reed was with his semen, so he dismissed the urge to bust on her back –being that he had her bent over on all fours when he came. Waiting until the very last minute, his only option was his hand; because he’d nearly waited too late to remove himself from her warm embrace.

Drained, RaKeem pulled Reed into the shower, where he washed her back and she washed his. Both went to bed completely satisfied. Reed, not believing that she’d finally ventured into womanhood, and Keem not believing that he’s assisted. Snuggling, RaKeem prayed over the both of them just minutes before they crashed.

11

RaKeem rubbed Reed’s wild tresses. She looked so pretty as she slept. He was certain that she’d be out for a minute. Besides, she needed the rest. They’d had an eventful night, and Reed could use some extra hours. For over thirty minutes, he’d laid awake –just watching her inhale and then exhale.

The love that he had for Reed was unable to be placed in words, which was the main reason he never recited the words, “I love you,” when she allowed them to roll off of her tongue. RaKeem felt as if they just simply weren’t enough. The previous night, he was caught up in the moment, and knew that saying them at that very moment would mean the world to Reed.

Ridding himself of the love overload, Keem fell into business mode immediately. He had a few calls to make, and would return to Reed’s side shortly after. Getting up, he noticed staining on his sheets that he hadn’t seen the night before. Smiling, he realized what he’d thought all alone. Reed’s hymen was still in tact when he penetrated her. She was for damn sure still a virgin.

Excitedly, Keem went into the bathroom and took good care of himself. Once finished, he slid into a pair of joggers and a white t shirt. He’d lounge around the house until Reed was jarred from her sleep. If she took too long, he’d wake her up with his dick. That was sure to be his new favorite thing.

RaKeem opened his office door and the smell of fresh lemon hit his nose. Reed was forever sneaking inside of his office and changing his plug ins. Whereas Keem preferred the fresh linen smell, Reed preferred lemon. Like all else, he didn’t mind. It was her way or the highway.

Before getting started on his business calls, RaKeem went into his desk and pulled out his cellphone from it’s hiding place. As expected, he had a text from Danity. She’d informed him that she was going to sleep after waiting up for him all night.

Replying, Keem sent her a text.
Good morning.
He stated.

Hey.
She replied back immediately. More than likely, Danity was preparing for the lab.

About last night…
Keem sent, not bothering to explain.

I know. I missed you
. She sent back.
I was wondering if you could come over tonight.

I don’t know.

Please?

I better be getting something in return.

Don’t you always? What you want this time, daddy?
Danity had the time, so she decided to play.

Smiling, Keem contemplated on his reply. He wasn’t sure if he wanted head or pussy the most. Being that he’d just got a sample of the best pussy in the land, he opted out. Head was the better option.

Rubbing Keem’s side of the bed, Reed wished that he’d stayed put a bit longer. She wanted to wake up to his handsome face. Last night was sheer amazing, and she wanted to bask in the ambiance –even though it was the morning after. Stretching, she inhaled the citrusy lemon fragrance that lingered in the air.

Reed hadn’t remembered feeling so damn good in her life. Her man had put it on her, and she was loving the after effects. Reed had never known that stepping into womanhood would be so pleasant. Shit, had she woke up to her man then she would’ve been trying to dig deeper into this new society.

Chuckling, Reed thought of how dramatic KinZu would be after giving her the word. She’d been rooting for this day since the beginning of time. Finally, Reed had a story to tell that didn’t involve clients and sporadic trips out of the country for disobedient men.

Running her fingers through her hair, Reed shook her head. Figuring she’d go ahead and get up, she did just that. It was about time she joined RaKeem in his study. They had business to see to. She’d continue on her high horse all day, but duty called at the moment.

Just as Reed stepped foot into the bathroom, she her a pinging sound. “Keem must’ve left his cell.” She waved off and continued into the bathroom. Not long after, she was finished handling her hygiene.

“Baby it’s you! You’re the one I want. You’re the one I need.” She song Beyonce’s “Love On Top,” as she searched through the closet for something comfortable to put on. She didn’t want to get too fancy, because she had no plans in mind. Besides taking care of business, nothing more was on her schedule –unless Keem had planned something.

Again, she heard the pinging noise. Frowning, she wondered why Keem’s phone was going off so early in the morning. Given, clients called at all hours, but his business phone wasn’t allowed in the bedroom. Besides, it didn’t didn’t have the same tone. The only explanation was his personal cell, and it was much to early to be getting blown down.

Running towards the bed, Reed looked at her phone to see the time. As she thought, it was just 8am. “Oh my God!” Reed covered her mouth, just realizing that blood was on RaKeem sheets. She wondered if he’d saw it. Immediately, she became embarrassed. Pulling the sheets from the sides of the bed, she gathered them in the middle. Tossing the entire set off, Reed went into the closet to get more.

As she shuffled through the sheet sets to find a matching one, she heard the pinging noise again. Blowing out in frustration, she gathered the fact that something could be really wrong, and a family member was attempting to reach Keem. Leaving the sheets on the floor where she’d laid them all down, Reed went in search of Keem’s cell phone. She couldn’t find it.

“Where the hell could it be?” she questioned. When she was about to yell RaKeem’s name out, the pinging sounded off again. This time, she followed the sound. Luckily, right after one came another. Right in the nightstand drawer, she realized that it was Keem’s iPad that was constantly going off.

“Aw. It’s just this thing.” She started to close the drawer, but it pinged again.

To her surprise a picture popped up in the messaging corner of the screen. Lifting the iPad to her face, Reed allowed her curiosity to lead her. Placing the iPad just a few inches from her face, she clicked on the message icon that held the small picture.

Reed nearly fainted at what the bigger photo revealed. Something cruel gripped her heart, and took ahold of her –snatching her fucking soul directly from her body. Reed’s vision blurred as her limbs became numb, unable to feel anything other than the pain that came crushing down on her like crane. It hurt. It hurt worse than the rape. It hurt worse than her mother taking her stepfather’s side and getting on the stand lying to send her brother away for life. This hurt worse than being handed over to the state. This even hurt worse than seeing her brother laying in a pool of his own blood, seemingly deceased. More than anything that she’d encountered in her life, the image before her had proven to be the worst.

Right there, in her face, was a half naked photo of none other than Danity –the girl that she’d saw in the laundry room just months prior. Sitting against what seemed to be a dorm wall, with her legs spread, pussy shaved and showing, and her right hand holding her middle wide open. To Reed’s dismay, she was sporting the same black shirt with red discoloring. The same shirt that reeked of his potent cologne. The same shirt that she’d come in search of in Keem’s laundry. The same shirt that she’d found. They’d found. No. He’d found.

“Oh my God, NO!” she yelled-whispered. “How? Wha… What?” she cried, heart heart breaking a bit more with each second. Before she could fathom the facts of the secret affair of Keem and Danity, there was another ping.

Danity, you trying to get a nigga over there, now?
Keem asked.
Sending shit like that, I’m tempted.

“Oh my G…” another ping.

Come on over. After you fuck my throat, I want you to fuck this pussy.

“Please. Why? No.” Reed shook her head.

Yo, you buggin’. You’re bout to have a nigga over there in the next thirty. Keep that thang tight for me. I’ll slide through tonight when I’m done doing my thing
. Keem replied.

“Keem, no!” Reed yelled, balling her fist up.

The pearly white iPad had become her worst enemy in a matter of second. Standing to her feet, she launched it across the room. Just before it collided with the floor, it pinged again. Reed could only imagine the exchange. Devastation plagued her mentally, physically, and emotionally. Her only resource was her cell. She needed to talk to KinZu. She was the very first thought that came to mind.

With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed KinZu’s cell. On the second ring, she came to her friend’s aid. “So, did you get the D? Was it good?”

Silence.

“Shit, tell me something!” KinZu laughed.

“KinZu, he’s cheating.” Reed cried into the receiver.

“What? I can’t understand you!” KinZu yelled into the phone. She’d been laying down, waiting for Reed’s arrival. Her procedure was scheduled for that evening, and Reed was to accompany her.

“Keem. The girl… Danity…” Reed’s words were choppy as she tried to get her sentence out.

“Keem cheated?”

“Yes!”

“That’s where you are now?”

“Yes.” Reed nodded.

“I’m on my way.” With that, KinZu disconnected the call.

In that moment, she tucked her personal issues away and suited up. RaKeem Jones had life fucked up. Reed had been her backbone since before she could remember, and it was finally time to return the favor. Throwing on a pair of oversized sweats and a hoodie, KinZu pulled up the Uber app and headed downstairs. She was in such a rush that she nearly knocked Jonathan down as she came out of their door. He was just about to knock.

“KinZu!” he called.

“Excuse me.” She had no words for him.

Like never before, she looked at him like the peasant that he was. All of a sudden she could see the ugliness that lived inside of him. Even with his shell being beautiful, he was the most horrid looking man she’d ever encountered on the inside. Realistically, that was what mattered the most.

“Can I talk to you, please?” he asked.

“I’m good on you!” KinZu spat, and headed down the hallway. There were more pressing issues at hand.

The cool breeze felt good against KinZu’s skin. Her brief run in with Jonathan made her feel powerful. For the first time, she felt good about herself. Pulling her hood over her head, she looked for the Toyota Camry that Uber had sent for her. Spotting it, she ran full speed ahead.

After the call was disconnected, Reed sat on the bed with her hands in her head. She couldn’t believe her luck. As much as she wanted to go down and confront RaKeem, she simply didn’t have the guts to. Humiliated, she was. She’d just given herself to him, and the first thought on his mind was another woman. The revelation was heart wrenching. Reed wished that she’d never given in to him. In that very moment, in fact, she wished she never loved him.

For so long, she’d waited to be his official girl. When they fell into the habit, Reed couldn’t have been happier. During their establishing, he’d always made her feel superior. Now, she felt like shit. That confidence that she lacked before he met her quickly settled in. she could only be mad with herself. The signs were there, and she’d overlooked them.

Thinking back to Keem’s most vulnerable time, and how she’d stuck by him, Reed wondered why he’d be so harsh as to fuck over her the way he had. For months, she’d stayed by his side while he remained in a coma. When he woke up, it was the happiest day of her life. Even her adoption didn’t fill her with as much joy as Keem’s awaking did.

She was even there with him through the recovery process. Poor Keem had to learn to walk and function as a human being all over again. Every physical therapy that her brother allowed her to be present for, she was. She’d gotten into full blown arguments, and nearly loss the relationship she’d built with her brother on the account of Keem –only to be slighted in the end.

Reed could hear RaKeem’s footsteps nearing her as her heart grew worried. How could she come back from this? Some things were unforgivable, and Reed considered the present one. Keem had played her like a straight fool, and she was everything but one.

“Reed, baby what’s wrong?” RaKeem rushed to her side.

Snatching away and getting up from the bed, she didn’t want his filthy hands touching her. This man didn’t deserve to. A stranger, he was. He wasn’t the Keem that she’d grown to know and love. He couldn’t have been, because that Keem would never do anything to hurt her. He loved her. He had to, or at least it seemed like it.

The gentle kisses, the trips, the laughter, the flowers, the late nights, the dinners, the look in his eyes, all told her that it was the case. However, what she’d discovered caused confusion. Love didn’t work but one way. It was known to feel good, lift you off of your feet, keep you floating, and fill you with pleasant memories. But this feeling, this feeling that she had, it was anything but pleasant. In fact, it was the exact opposite. Pain.

“Reed.” He called out. “What’s the matter?”

“I knew it.” She yelled. “I knew it. How could you do this to us, Keem?” she questioned. “You fuck with that girl! I knew it. You must take me for some fool? I knew it all along!”