Youngin' Blues: The Story of Reed and RaKeem (5 page)

Like clockwork, she came speeding out of the door, causing Keem to smile. Reed looked very pretty in her dark blue denim, silk button down, and nude Red Bottom high top tennis. With the amount of walking she’d be doing, she had to stay comfortable. Otherwise, Reed would’ve worn a pair of designer pumps, and had no issues. She did it everyday. However, this particular class was on the other side of campus, and her toes would be screaming by the time that she made it –if she would have.

Reed seemed so determined as she maneuvered her way through the crowd. Just as she stepped towards the grass to avoid the mass amount of people on the curb, she was stopped by a Caucasian male with blonde hair. Reed seemed familiar with him as she halted to see exactly what he was saying.

Immediately, Keem became alarmed. He watched on as she smiled at whatever was being said. Placing his hand on Reed’s shoulder, he leaned in to whisper something in her ear. That got some fire under RaKeem’s ass. Hot lava flowed through his chest as he wondered exactly what was going on down there. If RaKeem could, he’d pay to hear the words being exchanged.

Deciding to do the next best thing, he took to his cell and dialed Reed’s number. As he expected, she answered, right on time. Pulling away from the guy, she ended their conversation. Waving goodbye to whoever the cat was that had stopped her, she turned her attention to RaKeem.

“Who are you talking to?” he half joked, knowing that she’d start to look around.

“Where are you?” she asked, stopping to check out her surroundings. RaKeem seemed to catch on to everything.

For the life of her she couldn’t figure out how he knew so much when he didn’t live on campus. At any given moment, he’d be able to express what she was doing and where she was doing it. It was creepy at first, but she’d gotten used to the antics. Keem was like her personal stalker. That was one of the main reasons that she was forever on her best behavior.

“I’m at home. Resting. I wish that you were here with me. Who was that guy?” Keem asked again.

Sighing, Reed thought about how nice it would be to be laying beside RaKeem, but she had so much on her plate with school that she couldn’t free up. Maybe for the weekend, she’d go over and spend time with him. “Nobody. A guy named Sam who is in Biology with me.” she admitted. “Who called you that quick?”

“Don’t worry, I have eyes all over the place.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be trusting all of these eyes.” Reed laughed.

“This particular set, I have no other choice but to.” He countered. “Are you ready for your exam?” he quickly changed the subject, satisfied with her response.

“Yeah. I think that I’ll be just fine. How did you sleep last night?” Reed wondered.

“I slept well,” Keem looked over to Danity, she was beginning to stir. Not wanting to blow his cover, he ended the call with Reed, “I didn’t want much. Get your mind right before you go into class, and I will see you when you get out. We have a run to make.”

“I love you.”

“I know you do.” Keem ended the call, placing the phone near his chest. It was beating rapidly, as he waited for Danity to open her eyes. He was so happy that Reed had just hung up, because Danity was coming to.

“Good morning,” he hovered over Danity, waking her fully.

“Hey.” She stretched her arms, hoping to catch a quickie before the man of the hours decided to run. Danity knew that it would be soon. “I left you a toothbrush out on the counter.” She told Keem. He never used the same one while over. After the first use, he’d trash them. Danity was forever buying packs at a time. There was no use in buying anything fancy, because it would only get thrown away.

“Good looking. I have to run, but…”

“I know. I know. I know.” Danity cut RaKeem’s statement short. “But I was wondering if we could… You know… One more time.” she lifted herself from the bed. In the nude, she stood rubbing her right finger tip over her bare chest. Keem’s dick betrayed him as he looked back out of the window. Reed was still visible, but quickly disappearing.

Looking back towards Danity, he realized she’d sprinted to the small sink area. She was preparing to brush her teeth. Keem studied as she bent over, making her ass shake while pushing the brush back and forth in her mouth. Along with her ass, her tits were bouncing as well. Danity was well aware of the powers her pussy possessed. It was irresistible, and Keem didn’t mind the thought of sliding back in just once more for the road. Besides, he didn’t know when he’d be free again.

Shrugging, he grabbed another condom from the drawer and slid it on. Walking towards Danity, she smiled wide at him. Spitting her toothpaste into the sink, she bent over and filled her mouth with water. Perfect, Keem thought. He slid right into her tunnel while she nearly choked on the water that she’d taken in. Catching her breath, she held on to the sink while RaKeem entered her. Danity’s knuckles turned white as she gripped each side, trying to relieve the pain and focus on the pleasure that was sure to come next.

4

Bright as the sun’s rays, RaKeem brightened Reed’s day. He sat idly on the hood of the new Phantom with a huge batch of flowers in each of his hands. Reed could barely contain her smile as she walked along side of KinZu.

“Awwwwww.” KinZu stopped, witnessing the love displayed between the two. “You two are just perfect.”

Reed could only blush at the simple, yet meaningful, gesture. RaKeem was always surprising her with the most random fancies. Although small, they meant everything to Reed. Mainly because they were a product of his beautiful thoughts. Anything that Keem threw in her direction was pure perfection.

“Good evening,” RaKeem nodded. He’d stepped from the car and made his way to the pathway that Reed took each Thursday from her class. “Lovely.” He added.

“Hey, RaKeem.”

“These are for you.” He handed her the very first batch. “And these are yours, too.” He handed over the second.

Burying her nose deep into the smelly flowers, she inhaled their sweet aroma. Exhaling, she closed her eyes and smiled. She was a very lucky girl. Life had attempted to break and confuse her, but she’d became a victor. Stopping to smell the roses, as simple as it seemed, was a task that she took pride in.

“Thanks so much. I love them.” Reed opened her eyes and looked into Keem’s. “They’re so pretty.” She looked back down at the colorful assortment. Pink, yellow, white, and red roses were all bunched together, creating a colorful combustion.

“Just as you are, love.” RaKeem was forever running game on his Reed.

He loved to get a rise out of her. Whenever she was feeling good, their day went much better. He’d made it his goal to treat her like the queen that she was –even with so much time elapsing between the two. Through the years, he’d witnessed his older brother, RahMeek, see to it that his wife was happy every second of the day, and he simply wanted to replicate the smile that she often wore on his girl’s face. 

In his opinion, it was better to see her smile. The random bickering that they did was useless and caused rippled in their days. Those times never lasted long, but they were still tough. Being that the couple was inseparable, the tension would be thick –even if only for a few.

“What’s good, Kin?” Keem nodded, acknowledging the only friend that Reed had acquired during her entire stint of college. She wasn’t one to run with crowds. Keem preferred it that way. Besides, KinZu was cool people, and had Reed’s best interest at heart.

“Hey Keem.” She smiled. “I swear you love to show Jonathan up.” She joked. “I wish I could get some flowers.”

“You can. Life’s short, get you a real nigga.” He chastised, grabbing Reed around the neck and pulling her into his side. “… And it’ll be Christmas everyday, B.”

Sighing, KinZu took everything that he’d said in. Maybe he was right. Jonathan was everything but a stand up dude. KinZu was well aware that she deserved much more than she was being dealt, but she just wasn’t ready to throw the towel in. In the back of her mind, he’d get his shit together. Hopefully, it was soon, because she was growing tired of him.

“Yeah.” KinZu nodded, lowering her head from slight embarrassment.

“We’re about to head on out. She’ll get at you in a few.” RaKeem dismissed he and Reed from KinZu’s presence. Instead of continuing to her dorm, she took a seat on the bench nearest her. Sitting down, she stared at the beaming sun –attempting to collect her thoughts.

Hearing the thoughts of another man concerning her very own afflictions just wasn’t sitting well with her. KinZu wondered what Keem must've thought of her for staying with Jonathan as long as she had. She was sure that he’d heard the stories, saw the photos, and even heard her cries. There had been many times that he’d walked in on her after an episode. Each time, he’d overlook her circumstances, never judging –but always advising her of the more promising opportunities out in the world.

“Guess who it is?” KinZu heard from behind. Her face had been completely covered.

Happiness soared through her veins as she noted the Gucci cologne that was hard to mistake. The smell invaded her nostrils, and she took the time to simply glorify the feeling that her boyfriend gave her each time he was in her presence.

“My long lost lover, Jonathan.” KinZu perked up. She’d missed him something awful.

“What’s up baby girl?” he asked, removing his hand and pulling her from her seat. Flexing his muscles, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. KinZu hugged Jonathan’s neck, kissing his lips and face.

He chuckled, laughing at her clinginess. KinZu was forever acting as if they’d gone weeks without seeing one another. In actuality, it had only been a day or two. He loved her nonetheless, though. It felt good to be wanted, and even better to feel needed. Jonathan knew that his girl loved him, and that she had him ego tripping.

“I missed you, too.” He joked.

“How’d you know I missed you?” KinZu stopped to ask.

“Shit, cause you holding on to a nigga like he’s about to disappear.” Jonathan spoke in third person.

“I never know with you.” She reminded. “What happened to you last night?” KinZu lowered herself onto the ground.

“I was tired, baby. I’m sorry. I fell asleep.” He lied.

“That’s funny.  Did you fall asleep before or after yo invited Rachel over?” KinZu asked. “Because I’m certain you got my message. She was in your room.”

“And you know that she’s my tutor. I had an exam this morning. I needed to freshen up on my studies to make sure a nigga didn’t flunk. Coach ain’t playing that shit. He already said it.”

“I told you that I could help you.”

“And I told you that a nigga wouldn’t be able to focus on shit but getting some good. I can’t think about work while I’m alone with you, and you already know that. We tried, remember?”

“Yeah.” KinZu smiled, thinking about the time that she’d helped Jonathan to study for a test.

Needless to say, he barely passed. They’d spent the entire night making love. Study guides, books, and notes were sprawled all over the bed underneath them as they became engrossed with one another’s bodies. KinZu remembered it being their most pleasurable encounter.

“Exactly. Now, you going to hound a nigga, or keep showing me some love?” Jonathan spread his arms out, and waited for KinZu to step back into his embrace.

Just like he thought, all was forgiven. It was more of the same thing each and every time that he was caught red handed. He’d be sure to have a reasonable explanation each time that KinZu had gotten on to him. Of course he’d had Rachel with her ass in the air, pumping his life away throughout the entire night –but he’d never tell her that. As ironic as it sounded, he would hate to hurt her. His actions might have been questionable, but he knew that KinZu was a great girl. Jonathan chalked his immaturity up with age as his excuse. Soon, he knew that he’d get his shit together. That time just wasn’t now. Besides, he had everything under control. When he felt his luck running out, he’d cool it. For now, he was all good.

“I missed you.”

“I missed yo ass, too. What you about to get into?” he asked.

“You trying to come watch your man practice?” he smiled. “Coach having open practice today, and I need you where I can see you.” He rubbed the side of KinZu’s face, feeding into her need for validation.

“If you’d like.” She blushed.

“Like, baby ya man would love that shit. Hop on.” Jonathan turned his back towards KinZu, encouraging her to jump on him. “I’ll even carry you.”

Laughing at him, KinZu hopped on his back, nearly making them both fall. She was the clumsiest that he’d ever met. “Damn, just knock a nigga down.” His down south accent was heavy.

Resembling the famous rapper Nelly, Jonathan had a caramel complexion, perfectly aligned teeth, two dimples on each side of his face, low thick waves, and deep dark eyes. He stood roughly around six feet even, perfect for KinZu’s average height. The two were stunning together, and KinZu loved every detail about him. Jonathan was apart of the school’s basketball team.

The girls flocked to him, but he’d always made it known that he was taken. However, it didn’t stop him from fucking half of the female student body. He was lethal with his dick, and every bitch wanted a hit. It was the main reason that KinZu was still around. Jonathan could fuck his way out of the stickiest situations. He shit was that damn good.

“Sorry,” KinZu giggled, trying again.

This time she succeeded, and Jonathan took off towards the gym.

“So, in other words, he’s compromised his operation because he couldn’t stay away from the nose candy?” Reed placed her hand on her forehead. “I can’t believe this shit.” She cursed. “Dammit.” She was upset for cursing, and only ended up doing so again. “Sorry.” She apologized, knowing that Keem hated when she used filthy words. “It’s just that they do the dumbest things.”

“It’s all good. If they weren’t making mistakes, then how would we get paid. Their fuck ups are to our advantage. Have patience, love.” He scooted into Reed’s side.

Lifting his sleeves slightly on his white button down, Keem placed his hands on either of Reed’s shoulders. He hated when she got too worked up over their clients. As a man, completely detached from his feelings most times, he didn’t give two shits about them fucking up –as long as there was a way to fix them.

Of course he got tired of reinventing ways to maneuver around the same system that he’d tried to keep his people out of, but it was his chosen career. He’d forever be in business as long as he had clients that were bullheaded, and destined for fuck ups. Reed was just simply imbedded in her involvement in the day to day operations.

Once she gave word on something, she expected the clients to fall through. Being that she was a woman, she had to realize that everyone wasn’t capable of following the guidelines that she set forth. Keem was a using a strategy. He purposely set Reed up to talk to the men who suffered from the need of authority.

Reed’s demands, in their mind, went against their masculinity. They felt that it was no way a woman could advise them on anything. Each time, they fucked up and did exactly what she’d told them not to –pushing them to call on the couple to get them out of the sticky situation that they’d gotten themselves into. At that point, their fees doubled, and Keem hit them where it hurt. It was a tactic. More money. It was always the motive.

After long, they’d begin listening, but Reed and Keem would be done have milked them of so much bread. Even with Reed knowing the plans that they’d set in motion, it was still frustrating when clients took her word lightly. She was just as knowledgeable as her counterpart, and she couldn’t wait until their clients realized it. Until then, they’d keep taxing them.

“I’m trying. It just gets me upset when this all could’ve been avoided. Like, I don’t understand Leslie for the life of me. It’s either cocaine or his freedom. It’s simple as that.” Reed hissed. “… Because he’s lost the trust of his connect, so he might as well kiss that operation goodbye. I know Jahad, and he never rekindles.” She couldn’t believe how dumb of a person Leslie was. The coke was frying his brain cells. She was convinced of this.

“I’ve told him that the connect is a no go. I’m not even going to waste my time flying over the waters. About his freedom, however… We can at least keep him out on the streets. If he can get himself clean, I can find him a new connect. I have this guy… Dade.”

“You’re speaking as if I don’t know who Dade is.” Reed rolled her eyes up into her head.

“Of course you know Dade.” Keem countered. “I didn’t mean it in that aspect. I was more so talking to myself, and you at the same time. I was near mentioning another connection, but placed Dade’s name –once I realized the meshing of the two would be easier.”

“Yeah. I could see that happening. Besides, Dade calls them like he sees them. If he is a no go, he’ll decline the offer to do business up front.”

“So the next step is…”

“Rehab.” Reed scribbled in her notebook. “It’s a must that he gets clean. He can’t think straight when he’s high off of that coke. All that is ever on his mind is prostitutes and more coke. We can’t have that. He wrecked a $400,000 car because he was too gone to see the parked cars that aligned his own damn parking lot. He completely forgot that he’d arranged a card night. Like, he has to be the most foolish of all of the clients.” Reed blew out in frustration at the thought of Leslie. She couldn’t wait to be in his presence to chew him a new asshole.

Keem continued to massage her shoulders, but it was barely helping. The thought of Leslie kept getting her more vexed. With each kink that he rolled away, another one presented itself. Keem was determined to relax her, though. She was much too tight.

“I know. However, we have to get him an alias. If the officials get word that his system is junked, it’s back to the Feds for him. That’s what we don’t want.”

“That’s what you don’t want.” Reed mumbled. She didn’t give a damn.

People like Leslie would never learn. He threw his money around, thinking it would save him forever. Pretty soon, his luck would run it’s course. Reed wasn’t looking for his downfall, but she wanted to see him suffer the consequences of his actions at some point. It was much needed on his end.