Page 28 of Captured By A Reckless Soul

“Lori, yo pussy fucking stink.” I slid my hand under her thighs, she had on some legging shorts. I moved my hand up further until I reached her panties. Pushing them bitches to the side, I pushed two fingers inside of her. Snatching my hands out, I frowned up at the discharge color. Pushing my fingers all over her nose, I kept my index and middle finger right where she could inhale.

"You don’t smell that foul ass odor?” I was disgusted and decided to stand the fuck up from between this STD-having bitch legs. She sat shamefully and said nothing. “Yo, it’s time for you to bounce Lori.” I shook my head and went to my bathroom to get some bacteria soap to clean the STDs from my hands.

“You not gone let me finish your hair?” She pleaded and I couldn’t believe she had the audacity to still be in my house with the smell and the shit she had going on with her pussy.

“Lori, you got to go ma. I can fuck with a little musty pussy here and there. Fishy pussy is a red fucking flag for me.” She followed me to my bedroom and made up all types of excuses for why her pussy had the odor it did. I didn’t want to hear any of that shit.

“Let me just give you some head and then I can hop in the shower.” I looked at her long and hard. I couldn’t help tugging at my beard while shaking my head thinking what a fucking waste. Lori was sexy as fuck with a body out of this world. Her head was magnificent, and her pussy did that gripping thing that I liked, but a fishy pussy was a no fucking go for me.

“Since you really sexy as fuck Lori, I’m gon’ send you to a doctor friend of mine. Go get tested and make sure that pussy is top-tier. My friend will let me know your results, hopefully, you ain’t got shit. I hope it ain’t shit but a funky yeast infection.” She smiled sadly and walked out of my room as I picked my phone up and texted her over my friend’s number. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings but when it came to honesty, that was all I had to give these hoes. I didn’t care about controlling who a bitch opened her legs to. I wouldn’t dare hit a female off raw if I had no plans on actually making her my bitch.

Lori walked back into the room to tell me she got the text and that when she made it home, she would call my doctor to prove to me she didn’t have nothing. I let her know if she didn’t, she needed to carry herself better as a woman and clean herself or something. I wasn’t a woman so I wouldn’t know what advice to give her at her grown age. We went back in forth again over what the smell could be, and I just started to sound like a broken fucking record.

“Damn Lori, I ain’t yo got damn daddy! Just go get fuckin’ checked! You keep saying you will, then double backing like you ain’t. If you don’t want to then that’s on you, I just won’t be sticking my dick back in yo pussy or mouth.”

“Okay Keem, I’ll go get checked, I’m a hundred percent I don’t have anything. If you want, I can stand up and finish the last braid, so you won’t have to get anyone else to do it.” She looked down at my carpet and as bad as I wanted to tell her no, I walked back into my living room and sat on the couch. I needed my hair finished anyway it had been a while since I got braids. I didn’t know how to do shit to my hair but let it be wild. I would add leave-in conditioner and oil but trying to get it slicked and into a ponytail was a no-go for me.

I only kept my hair in remembrance of my mom. Before she passed away, she begged me to never cut it. I would sit by her bedside and lay my head in her lap and let her brush it like old times from when I was a kid. I let Lori finish my hair as we made small talk. She had me laughing at some of the shit she was saying. Besides the foul smell that came from her coochie, she was a real cool chick and down-to-earth. I walked her out to her car and gave a hundred-dollar bill. She reached for a hug, and I gave her one. She had me feeling back on my fly tip. All I needed to do now was go get a fresh lineup for the win. I hugged her tight and hated that I had to now call another girl to replace her for the day. Lori had ass for days so I couldn’t help myself when I reached down and squeezed both ass cheeks. She giggled and before I released her, I heard Kachella behind me sounding angry.

“Who the fuck is this bitch?” She sneered. I turned around to face her and had to admit Kachella was looking pretty as fuck. She was letting her hair grow back out, so she rocked a head full of short curls and exaggerated baby hairs adorned all around her hairline. Her light brown skin was glistening in the sun, and I loved the way she had started to fill back out with healthy weight. She had on some daisy duke shorts with a pink crop top shirt showing off her flat stomach. I noticed her nose had a small diamond ring in it. She had gotten a new piercing.

“Bitch?” Lori questioned sarcastically. Shaking my head, no I placed my focus back on Kachella. As bad as I wanted to fuck with her, my mind kept going back to Mattea and how disappointed she seemed in me. I still haven’t talked to her and didn’t know where me and her friendship stood. I had been searching high and low for Kachella’s ex nigga Tre, but it seemed like him and his hoes had fallen off the face of the earth. I was still fucked up after Mapheal’s funeral and being on standby for Ream and the family in case they needed me for anything.

“Yes bitch, anyways.” She rolled her eyes hard and placed her focus on me. When she saw Lori cross her arms over her chest, stepping closer. I quickly got in between the both of them.

“Neither one of y’all my girl so we ain’t finna be out here bringing the property value down with all that ghetto shit.” I warned, looking both of them in the eyes.

“I ain’t worried bout the hoe, cause I know I can beat her until she piss on her muthafuckin’ self. I’ll be at the front door Keem.” Kachella switched off hard putting her all into her stank walk. This wasn’t the right time for her to be popping up. I had shit to do today and planned on calling another girl over to handle my hard dick that desperately needed a release. Watching Kachella stand at my front door tapping her feet like I was on her time had me turned the hell on. I stared at her so long, I had forgotten all about Lori standing next to me as she smacked her lips hard, probably jealous at me gawking so hard at Kachella.

“I hope you check that bitch, she don’t know me like that and the next time-” I cut her off by opening up her driver door for her like the gentlemen I was.

“It won’t be a next time Lori, now go get checked.” I tapped the roof of her car and hit a light jog towards Kachella.

Chapter Twenty-Five

KACHELLA

I watched Hakeem jog back up to me and couldn’t stop looking down at his dick print that had my mouth watering. Hakeem was fine as fuck, with smooth brown skin, tattoos decorated all over him like the perfect canvas. He had a good grade of hair, I personally loved when he had a fresh lineup with his wild curls everywhere. His height towered over me, and it just did something to me seeing a thugged-out pretty boy cater and treat me like a lady.

“Why you ain’t call a nigga before you popped up over here?” He asked as he opened the door for me. Truth was, I missed him and wished I could live here with him. I also understood after going through the crazy shit I went through with Tre I needed my counselor. Dr. Scott was helping me tremendously and I couldn’t thank her or my parents enough for being there for me. My parents wanted to know what happened but respected me not wanting to speak about the situation. I still worried that Tre would somehow find me and do me cold again.

“I missed you, and you weren’t texting back fast enough,” I fake pouted. I loved how Hakeem always tried to consider my feelings. I knew he had a lot of females after him, but I somehow felt like I was the female he was stuck on. He embraced me and held me tight like he missed me too and then gave me a light peck on the cheek before releasing me. I frowned up at the smell of perfume lingering on him after our embrace.

“You fucked that girl that just left?” I put my hands on my hips and turned my nose up. The light chuckle he let out as he took a seat spreading his legs wide and adjusting himself had me pissed off that he found my question funny.

“What you want to do for your birthday next week Chella?” he asked ignoring what I had asked him, so I ignored his ass back.

“Answer my question, Keem? Did you fuck her?” It wasn’t my place to know but over the past couple of months, I started having more feelings for him. After thinking long and hard and realizing all the things he did for me, made me want him even more. I wanted to feel Reem inside of me, his dick was big. I could tell from the way he walked and talked; his confidence was high as well. The times we came close to fucking, I could feel his dick through his clothes, and it was nothing compared to Tre.

“You got a lot of maturing to do Kachella, you know we ain’t on that level and probably never will be now. If it makes you feel better though, no I ain’t fuck her, but I wanted to.” He looked me right in the eyes and spoke the truth like he didn’t care if it bothered me are not. My heart rate sped up and then slowed to its normal pace. I hated how relieved I felt after him just saying he didn’t fuck on her.

“Why you keep friend zoning me? I’m grown, and it’s clear we like each other.” I moved closer to him to close the space as I stood right in front of him. His eyes remained on my thighs.

“We just ain’t on that no more, I want to be a real friend to you Kachella and you making this shit hard for a nigga.” He licked his lips and looked up at me. I loved the way he stared at me in such a longing way. Like it was hell for him to resist me. Playing on that, I straddled his lap and placed light kisses on his neck. I tried to kiss his thick lips and he turned his head.

“Come on, Kachella damn.” He grunted as I felt his dick grow underneath his sweats. Ignoring him because I knew he liked it; I grabbed his chin and brought his face back to face me. Our lips connected, and tongues wrestled as my center started to ache badly for him. I felt his massive hands grab my ass and I started to grind back as he looked at me with seriousness.

“Kachella, you making my dick hurt baby.” I stood up from his lap and unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down along with my panties. I removed my top fast and stood in front of him naked, his eyes stopped right at my bare pussy. Standing to his feet, before he could reject me, I threw my arms around him and jumped right into his arms. I was confident he would catch me; he always did.