24. Hakeem
Chapter Twenty-Four
HAKEEM
Three months later….
I missed Kachella’s ass like crazy but was willing to fall back and let her do her thing.
She had moved back in with her parents after her scars healed up.
I would text or call her just to make sure she was staying on track.
I was proud of her, she enrolled herself back in school and went to her family’s counselor twice a week.
“Lori, I don’t know what other nigga you letting throw your Ph balance off… but yo pussy got a slight fishy smell. So can you hurry the fuck up with these last two braids.”
I was disappointed in Lori; she was too fuckin’ pretty to be having a smell that was coming from between her legs.
I knew the difference, now a musty smell just meant you needed to get yo ass in the shower.
A fishy smell or any other pungent ass smell meant you needed to hit up the nearest fucking clinic.
“Nigga, my pussy don’t fucking stink. Don’t disrespect me.” She stopped braiding as I craned my neck to look her in the face to see if she was serious.
“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.