That Bona Fide Hood Love

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Kaseem, here she is.” Jamal brought me from behind him just as his brother slowed down and hit the red stop button on the treadmill.

  When we made eye contact, I got that same tingle between my legs that I did when I saw him fucking Jane. This was the guy! The man I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking for a week straight, and now I would be living in his home.

  “You a mute or some shit?” Kaseem inquired, catching me off guard because of how rude he was.

  Kaseem

  “N-no, I’m not a mute. I’m Kasslyn. Nice to meet you.” The pretty ass chocolate girl stuck her hand out to me.

  I admit when my brother told me he was bringing a bitch home, I assumed she would be some nerdy ass church girl, or a buck-toothed hood rat. However, what stood before me was one of the prettiest females I’d ever seen, and a nigga like me don’ seen more than a few.

  “Where you meet my brother?” I stepped down off the treadmill, and she backed away, pushing her hair behind her ears. Her lips were nice and full, and even up close, I could see that her dark skin was flawless, free of marks of any kind, like butter.

  “We—”

  “Out.” Jamal cut in. “I met her out at the mall one day while buying some shoes, and we’ve been close ever since.”

  I nodded, already knowing this shit was a lie. Looking at baby girl, I recognized her; she worked for that bitch Jane. She was the one watching us fuck one night, looking like a damn deer in headlights.

  “What shoe store?” I quizzed further.

  “Man, we can talk about all this later over dinner or something. Let my woman get settled before you give her the third degree.” Jamal turned Kasslyn around and started walking her out. My eyes gravitated toward her plump ass in them tights as I drank down some of my water.

  “Jamal, let me holla at you for a second.”

  He paused, said something to his sexy ass girl, and then walked back into my gym room.

  “I don’t wanna hear it, Kaseem.”

  “Tell me where you met her, for real. Don’t come at me with that stupid ass shoe store story, because I know yo’ ass is lying.”

  Jamal glanced off for a moment before scratching his eyebrow.

  “Aight. She works as an escort, but she’s not like you think. She’s cool, and—”

  “You’re about to marry a bitch that fucks niggas for money?”

  “She ain’t a bitch, Seem. And she don’t do that.” He inhaled then added, “She’s never done that, if you know what I mean.”

  I stared down at this nigga before cracking the fuck up. My brother had always been green but never a muthafuckin fool, so I was puzzled as fuck at the moment.

  “You let that hoe convince you that she ain’t ever been fucked?”

  “Lower ya voice; she can hear you.”

  I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief as I finished off my water. As I tossed it in the trashcan, I looked past my brother to see baby girl watching me. I couldn’t lie, if she wasn’t fucking with Jamal, I would for sure break her ass off one good time. When I smirked, she promptly looked away.

  “I need to get to know her before I’m cool with this shit. This is my fucking crib, and I can’t just have anybody up in here.” I peered down at Jamal.

  “Just trust me when I say she ain’t like what you think.”

  “I’m not trusting shit when you couldn’t even be honest about how you met her, nigga. How the fuck you gon’ make her yo’ wife and you too embarrassed to let niggas know the real?”

  “Aight, fine, but don’t be rude or nothing like that.”

  “I won’t. I’m gon’ test her though. If she falls for a nigga’s charm, then we know the bitch ain’t no good.” I smirked.

  “No.” Jamal glanced over his shoulder to see if Kasslyn was watching or paying attention. But ever since I caught her ass looking my way a minute ago, she’d been busying herself with the aesthetics of my hallway. “Don’t do that. Just act normal. Act like a normal brother and make conversation.”

  “Yeah, aight.”

  “And stop calling her a bitch, Kaseem, for real.” Jamal backed away before turning to meet Kasslyn out in the hallway.

  I didn’t give a fuck what Jamal wanted me to do. If that hoe loved him like she claimed to, at least enough to marry him, she wouldn’t go for my advances. Last time I was turned down by a female, I was swinging on the fucking monkey bars in second grade. So this shit would be a true test of how bona fide Kasslyn’s ass was.

  But before I got to any of that shit, I was gon’ holla at Jane’s hoe ass. She knew Jamal was my brother and never mentioned once that he’d been coming through paying bitches for fucking dates.

  Jane ran her business, if you could call it that, out of a communal-like building I owned. I let her do her shit on my property as long as she paid a hefty rent amount, and I got a cut of some of the profits. Shit, what the bitch was doing was illegal, so I needed to reap the benefits of the shit for risking my own damn freedom. In addition to that, I sometimes got some pussy.

  Jane was a basic light-skinned bitch, nothing special, but her pussy was pretty good. Occasionally, when I didn’t feel like sliding up in the females I usually fucked with, I pulled up on Jane. She was always ready and willing, but she knew what the deal was, so that made shit all the better.

  After running up the stairs to the bathroom in my bedroom, I made a couple phone calls and then hopped in the shower since I was still dripping in sweat. Once out, I slipped into a Nike tracksuit, some Forces, then left to Jane’s spot.

  I got there about half an hour later because of the midday traffic, and after parking a little ways down, I tread right up to the door and used my key to get in.

  The place was quiet, which I didn’t expect. I usually only came over at night when I knew the bitches were out on dates, because I didn’t wanna be seen by them. I hurried through the foyer and to the back where Jane’s office was, then barged in without knocking.

  “Kaseem, is something wrong?” She stood up after clicking something off of her computer.

  “How the fuck did Jamal using your services slip ya fucking mind?”

  I usually would never let a bitch like Jane meet my brother, but when she and I made a deal over this property, he oversaw the contract. I didn’t trust these other lawyer niggas, so it had to be Jamal.

  “He… um, I didn’t know that I was supposed to tell you.” She watched me fearfully as I rounded her wooden desk.

  “You didn’t think that you should mention to me that my fucking little brother was smashing one of yo’ bitches?” I hissed. I wanted to knock fire from this bitch.

  “Wait, he’s not fucking her though!”

  “It’s all the same shit! Now this nigga is talking about marrying her hoe ass! Moving her into my fucking crib and shit!”

  “What?” Jane frowned. “She told me it was a weekend getaway.”

  “Well the hoe lied. Now do whatever the fuck you gotta do and call her ass back here. Because ain’t no fucking way she about to be my brother’s wife.”

  “I can’t really make her do anything, Kas—”

  “Well you better buy a damn gun and use force, or kidnap her ass, but I don’t want her in my shit longer than a week. That should give you some time to figure this shit out. You got me?”

  “Yes, yes, of course.”

  “And you should have ya bitches in check anyway.”

  “I thought I did.” She plopped down into her chair.

  “She really don’t be fucking?” I had to inquire.

  “Not to my knowledge. All the men I’ve set her up with claim the dates were platonic.”

  I nodded, still skeptical about the shit. She probably had a train ran on her ass in high school. No way a bitch that fine hadn’t given up the pussy yet. Nah, I knew niggas were checking for her all her life, so it was impossible.

  “Anyway, do what the fuck I said.” I started backing away, but Jane reached for the waist of my track pants.

  “Let me
make it up to you.”

  I said nothing as I watched her pull my dick out, before sliding it into her mouth. She sucked slowly until I got hard, and then I grabbed the back of her head to fuck her throat mercilessly. I released, and Jane took it down like medicine, then I went to her side bathroom to clean my dick off and wash my hands.

  “Aight.” I chucked the deuces on my way out of her office.

  “Wait, what about me? And don’t you want the full service?” She smiled widely, lifting her skirt.

  “I’m busy.”

  Without another word, I left Jane’s spot and headed to my car. On the way, I saw I had a text from Jamal.

  Jamal: Hey, since Kasslyn and I aren’t married, I think it’s best she stay in the back guest house that I’m usually in, and I’ll take one of the bedrooms in your home.

  Me: There was no other option. That bitch wasn’t staying in my crib.

  Jamal: Kaseem! Stop calling her a bitch! Dang!

  I chuckled, about to slip my phone into my pocket until it started ringing. I saw it was Rhea, this female I’d been fucking on and off since I was in tenth grade. Most niggas in the hood I grew up in saw Rhea as my girlfriend. I never said shit to change or sway their views, because honestly, I didn’t really give a fuck.

  “Sup?” I slid into the driver’s side of my Maserati.

  “Hey baby, you still coming over for dinner?”

  “I don’t know. What you cook?”

  Giggling, Rhea replied, “Fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, greens, and cornbread.”

  “Yeah. I’ll pull up on you. What you got on?”

  “I can just have on a robe when you get here.”

  “Or just be ass naked. I’ll be to you soon.”

  “Okay, baby,” Rhea replied excitedly.

  We hung up, and I started my shit before pulling off toward Rhea’s place.

  I fucked with Rhea’s pretty, thick ass. She understood the side of me that Everly didn’t. She had her own money, working as a hairstylist for some popping ass salon off Crenshaw, and the sex was crazy.

  Only reason I didn’t wife Rhea actually was because sometimes she didn’t know how to turn that hood shit off. I would never in my fucking life take Rhea to anything dealing with Opulence, or anywhere I had to make a damn impression. Yeah, that hood shit was sexy occasionally, but there were moments where I was close as fuck to popping Rhea in her smart-ass mouth. If I could merge Everly with Rhea, now that would be a bitch I might try to do right by. I had yet to run across her ass, however.

  I whipped my car into Rhea’s driveway, and before I was even out all the way, she brought her stupid ass out onto the porch in her robe.

  “Get yo’ ass back inside. Fuck you coming out here half dressed for?” I pulled her front screen door open so she could walk back in.

  “Sorry, baby. I just wanted to greet you.” She turned to face me as I shut the door, before moving closer to me.

  “Stop coming out the fucking house like that, Rhea. You be doing that dumb shit on purpose.”

  “No I don’t, baby.” She locked her arms around my torso. “You love me?” She leaned her head back to look up into my face.

  “Where my plate?” I dodged her question. I didn’t love her ass in that way, and I didn’t feel like explaining why I didn’t. So it was best I avoid the shit.

  Rolling her eyes, Rhea grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen so I could feast.

  Later that night…

  Every time Rhea got on that love shit, I never spent the night, so after blowing her back out, I dipped. When I got home, I noticed the TV wasn’t blasting from the den, so Jamal’s ass must’ve retired to his room.

  Feeling like this would be my only chance to get at old girl without him breathing down my neck, I trucked it through my mansion and then out the back door to the guesthouse.

  I saw the light was on in the side bedroom, which didn’t surprise me because baby girl was a hoe. She probably wasn’t used to going to sleep until 3 a.m.

  This was my fucking house, so I slipped the key into the door and entered. She wasn’t on the couch, but the TV was on, lighting up the dark living room. Right when I was about to walk further to the back, she emerged from the bathroom in a robe.

  “Oh my gosh!” She jumped back, clutching her robe closed. “You scared me.”

  “Come to the living room.”

  “I need to put some clothes on first.” She pointed to the bedroom.

  “Hurry up.”

  I went to sit down on the couch, squinting my eyes at the flat screen. She was watching some shit on Netflix that looked boring as hell. It was about computer design or something.

  “Sorry. I had to dig through my things.” She returned a few minutes later, looking fine as hell.

  She had on some thermal pants that were reminiscent of tights, hugging her thighs and hips. Up top was a short t-shirt that her nipples poked through. She had some of them gay ass fuzzy socks on her feet, and her dark hair was sweeping her shoulders.

  2

  Kasslyn

  “You good. Come sit down.” Kaseem patted the couch. His voice was so stern. And even though he was fine as hell, he was intimidating for more reasons than one.

  He seemed like he killed people all the time and didn’t think twice about it. Plus, I found him sexy, way too sexy to be marrying his brother.

  “Your home is nice. Thank you for letting me stay.” I nodded, looking over at him as he eyed me. He said nothing, before running his tongue across his thick lips. His deep chocolate skin was so beautiful, seemingly gleaming under the light of the television.

  “What you really fucking with my brother for?”

  I was still taken aback by how brash he was.

  “What do you mean?”

  He laughed, and damn, like everything else on him, it was alluring. The way his facial hair perfectly surrounded his lips and how white and straight his teeth were, should’ve been a crime.

  Kaseem sat up, pressing his elbows into the area where his thighs met his knees, and looked over to me, still slightly smiling before it instantly faded.

  “You know what the fuck I mean. You out here sucking niggas up for cash but now you got my brother trying to marry you. Whatever the fuck plan you got, I want you to know I ain’t about to let that shit happen.”

  The evilness in his eyes was terrifying, but I had to speak up about him claiming I sucked niggas off.

  “For your information, I have never in my life sucked anyone off.”

  That was true. I’d never given Elliot head. We had missionary sex a few times and nothing more.

  “Right. You a virgin.” Kaseem nodded, half smiling and shaking his head, showing he didn’t believe me. I mean, I wasn’t, but for Jamal’s sake, I had to keep up appearances.

  “I am!”

  “So you go out and these niggas simply pay for yo’ company?”

  “Yes, they do. Is something wrong with that? Not every man wants sex.”

  “Yeah, every man does. You fine, but you ain’t fine enough for me to spend bread on you without fucking.”

  My jaw dropped because I was so shocked. I’d never encountered a man who spoke to me this way. I didn’t know if this was his personality or if he felt like he could disrespect me because of my occupation.

  “You’re very rude; has anyone told you that?”

  He scratched his fresh fade. Every time he moved, I could smell his cologne.

  “All the time.” He looked off toward the kitchen then back to me. “So if you a virgin, I wanna know why?”

  “Just never met the right man.”

  “You ain’t never in yo’ life ran across a muthafucka that made you wanna spread ya legs?” He moved a little closer to me, but it didn’t seem like it was on purpose. I got hot on the inside anyway.

  “No.”

  “Short answers are usually lies.”

  “It’s not a lie.”

  “So not even my brother that you’re about to marry? He don�
�t make you wet?” His tongue ran across his bottom lip in slow motion, or maybe that’s just how I saw it.

  “He… I don’t know. I don’t think like that, okay?”

  “So the thought of a nigga stripping you down, sucking ya inner thighs right up to ya pussy, and making you cum with his tongue, don’t do nothing for you? Not even him flipping you over, putting yo’ face in the pillow, then gripping ya ass while he digs you out?”

  That same throb I felt down below when I saw him with Jane, had returned, making me cross my legs. Unfortunately, he caught it, and a sexy smile spread across his face.

  “Why are you over here? Shouldn’t you be in the main house with your brother?”

  “I go wherever the fuck I want because my name is on the deed.” That shut my ass up. “Does me being over here bother you?”

  “No, I guess not.” I hit the button on the remote to resume the show I was watching about computer design. I tried to relax, but Kaseem’s presence was making me nervous as hell. There was also some dampness in the seat of my panties, so I stood up. “Excuse me. I have to use the restroom.”

  Kaseem said nothing as I hurried to the back and shut the bathroom door as if my life depended on it. I took a few deep breaths before plopping down onto the toilet to use the bathroom. After cleaning myself, I flushed then washed my hands. I paced the bathroom twice more before inhaling sharply and tugging the door open. Right as I hit the light to cut it off, Kaseem was dead smack in the hallway.

  “Why you act so weird?” He hemmed me up against the open door of the bathroom.

  It was somewhat dark, but since the TV had illuminated the living room, I could see a little bit. I stared up into Kaseem’s overly handsome face for what seemed like an hour straight.

  “I-I’m not weird.”

  “Relax.” He placed his big hands atop my shoulders and gently pushed them downward. I was embarrassed by how tense I was and at the fact that he could tell. “You pretty as fuck.” His voice was soft, but still raspy and deep, as he pushed my hair back.