𝐌𝐑𝐒. 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 、𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑.

shaolin memories.

𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉,
* 𝖐𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖏𝖆𝖍'𝖘 𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉
𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖞-𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊.

( two! ) • HER FRESHLY-DID nails tapped against the leather steering wheel as she turned into her familiar neighborhood, immediately knowing faces from her block. "Aw, shit." Her face frowned seeing little kids run across the only parking spaces in the area, she tried not to hit anyone else's car at that.

She parallel parked between two sliver cars and grabbed her keys, soon stepping out hearing the cookout-throwbacks. "Khadijah! How've  you been, girl?" Her cousin hugged her tightly and smiled.

"Come on in, ya mother's waitin' for you." She held onto her hand and directed towards the kitchen, immediately smelling baby back ribs and collard greens. "There's my baby! Everyone's out back in the backyard." She held onto a glass pan and walked out of the house.

"Uh? Where the drinks at, Brittany?" Khadijah's cousin pointed towards the cooler and headed outside. "I'll be outside if you need anything." She nodded and walked to the front door, sitting on the porch steps. "Damn, it's been awhile." She popped open her beer and took a sip, slowly starting to reminisce on the past.

"Khadijah, come inside." Her mother tapped on her shoulder as she looked back, grabbing her beer and pager.

"Nah, I just came by to visit, that's all." Khadijah laid eyes on her old childhood best friend, Rakim. "Long time no see, shorty." He licked his lips and hugged Khadijah, wrapping his long arms around her tiny waist.

"I missed you, ma." Rakim lowly whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spin. "I-I missed you, too." Khadijah was really shocked to see him, considering he moved away in the first grade. "Well! I'll let y'all talk. I'll be outback." Her mother winked at them, soon stepping out.

"You look good, I mean, damn.." He held onto her hand as she spun around, showing off her low-waisted pants and belly piercing.

"You look very handsome, I like the fro." Rakim licked his lips and rubbed the back of his neck. "You bout my height, girl." She lowly laughed and rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her beer.

"Boy, you already knew I was a stallion." Rakim chuckled and grabbed her beer off the counter, taking a sip. "No nigga, you be eatin' out bitches with STD's." He playfully grabbed his chest and looked at her, "Hell no. I got standards." She shook her head and walked outside, with Rakim following behind.

"Can we talk for lil? I wanted to get some things off my chest, shorty." Khadijah nodded and sat down on the first step, along with Rakim.

"I-I'm sorry for not visitin' you in jail, ya mother recently told me. I wish I could've been there." She shrugged her shoulders and licked her lips,

"I already did my time, it's over and done with." Rakim know how hard it was for her in the early 80s, selling drugs was her getaway from hell.

"Seriously, I'm really sorry. Since your pops passed and you droppin' out, it's been tough on you." He wrapped his arm around her and embraced her, he knew how bad he felt since then. "Trust me, it's cool." She looked up at him, smiling while grabbing his face.

"Okay, but what's up with us? Everything ain't aight, with this." Rakim's hand waved in the air, his eyes hung low as he looked back at her.

"Well, you still fuckin' with ole girl? Wr not doin' that funny shit, we're grown." Khadijah's face showed her true emotion, she wasn't playing around this time. "I'm not, I could promise you that." She smirked and grabbed his hand.

"Come on." Khadijah pulled him inside the house, making him immediately grab her by the waist. "Where are you takin' me? I'm not fuckin' around, Di." She continued to walk him upstairs until she found a guest room.

"Lay back." Rakim cocked his eyebrow and obliged, not knowing what she had up her sleeve. Khadijah then unbuckled his pants and pulled out his member, soon fiddling with it until it got erect.

"Yo people's are downstairs, what if they come in?" She wiped her mouth and looked at him, "My mother brought you here for a reason, hush." Khadijah continued her actions until saliva started to drip down, she knew how to work it in ways others didn't.

"Goddamn, Khadijah.." Rakim was surprised, he didn't expect this from the local nerd that lived around the block. "Chill, you wildin' right now." The noises she made sounded similar to others, but the feeling was foreign to him.

"You finna nut, ain't you?" She smirked while continuing to stroke his shaft, Rakim nodded his head and lowly laughed. "Shitt.." Khadijah just stared at it in awe, seeing the liquid substance spew from his tip.

"It's my turn, shorty." Soon, a knocked came from the door as their eyes met, "Khadijah and Rakim, come say happy birthday to Day-Day!" They laughed at each other while Rakim buckled his pants and stood up,

"Imma tear that pussy up, later on." He lowly whispered in her ear while sucking on her neck.

          "Boy, let's hurry up and say happy birthday." fin.