THE PRINCESS IS A GOOD GIRL

CHAPTER NINE

It was relaxing... well, after Kenan assured me that I didn't pee myself and that it's quite amazing to... squirt.

I tried doing what Kenan taught me that day but, it wasn't quite the same by myself. It wasn't the same... hazy feeling. But Kenan was busy with practice and his assignments and I didn't want to intrude.

But I did want him to help me relax.

"Your head is always in the clouds."

Paris' teasing tone brought me out of my thoughts. I was swiftly reminded that I was meant to be reviewing class material and not daydreaming about Kenan... again.

It was just us two right now. I think I had spent the most time with Naomi and Rain but today, I guess mine and Paris' free period aligned.

"Sorry, I don't know why..."

"I'm just tesasing," she smiled pushing her notes to the side. "Do you know Hakeem?"

"Um, Kenan's friend?"

"Yeah... like do he be over a lot?"

"Yeah sometimes because he's Kenan's friend."

"I wanna talk to him."

"So talk to him?"

Am I missing something?

What is so special about talking to Hakeem? Like yeah he's a good looking guy but Paris is a pretty girl too. She has hazel eyes and freckles and golden, long curly hair.

Anyone would wanna talk to her.

"Yeah girl... but I'm asking for you to put me on."

Oh.

"But why... you're so pretty... you can just approach h-"

"Girl, it's cute," she giggled, "you're so innocent. You gotta make a guy chase."
...

"You know Paris?"

"Your friend?"

"Yeah."

"No, not really."

"Okay... but you know Hakeem?"

"My friend," he asked with a raised eyebrow and I nodded. "What about him?"

"Paris wants to be put on with him."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you can just talk to him."

"I don't want to."

Ugh, why is it so hard?

I really want to help Paris but one thing I've noticed about Kenan is how hard he is to convince to do anything.

Just super stubborn.

"Pleaseeeee," I asked doing my best puppy dog eyes. "Just this time, oppa. I'll do your laundry for the month so, just this favour."

"Kenan," I called out holding the hem of his shirt when I didn't get a response, "yes?"

"What you going to do for me if I say yes?"

"Your laun-"

"I don't want that."

"Then what do you want?"

I'll do anything at this point.

Kenan continued drinking his shake. I thought I would have to give up because he wasn't saying anything. Sometimes he was just a really quiet guy...

But what came out of his mouth next... I thought I imagined it.

"Twerk for me."

"What?"

He burst out laughing when he saw the look on my face. "I'm playing. I still ain't doing that shit, good luck to your friend."

"W-wait," I stuttered holding his hand because his body was leaning like he was about to leave. "If-if... I twerk for you, you'll talk to Hakeem for Paris?"

"I'll think about it."

"Nuh-uh you gotta say you'll do it," I pouted.
...

How did I end up in this position?

"Do it properly then." I felt the back of my shirt be pulled gently until I was standing between Kenan's legs.

He was sitting on the sofa and I was really trying to calm my beating heart. I could not imagine I would ever do this... it was embarrassing but yet very exciting about this...

"Aaliyah if you ain't gonna do shit, I wanna go to be-"

"I'm doing it," I replied quickly scrolling through my Apple Music account on the TV. If the music was loud enough I could get through this... but who? Ice Spicev Nicki?

No... of course it has to be Bacseat by Roddy Rich.

I played the song getting into position. At first I felt awkward but after I focused on the song, I kind of lost myself in the son-

"Do it here." Kenan's deep voice brought me out of my trance as he pulled my shorts slightly... is my butt touching his... parts?

His hands settled me on my waist holding me firmly in place but... I wasn't uncomfortable... I just didn't know I had a reaction on Kenan... it made me feel proud that it wasn't just me getting a reaction.

"Aaliyah." I looked back to see his half lidded eyes and slightly parted lips. I wish I could have taken a picture. "You wanna touch it," he asked gently getting one of my hands resting on his knee and guiding it to his parts.

I nodded getting on my knees so I could have a better look. "I need words, princess."

"I-I... I want to touch it."

Kenan took out his part which looked really hard. It was really long and thick... but in some weird way I thought it was pretty with a thick vein running along the side of it.

He stroked it a few times before guiding my hand to it. His hand on top of mine gently guiding mine along the same motion.

This is so... hot.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned closing his eyes and throwing his head back. "Just like that. Speed up baby."

I followed his commands focusing on his voice and the expression in his face. Just completely... stuck on him. My own panties feeling soaked and my downstairs throbbing continuously.

"Touch here more." His fingers guiding my own to the tip as his groans increased. "Good girl, I'm close..."

Our hands moved more erratically before he came with a low groan, spurts of cum coating our hands. He sighed opening his eyes looking down at me.

My face probably red from what just happened.

"Next time, I want you want something, you're gonna suck this," he mumbled taking his thingy against my lips. The action taking me by surprise. He fixed himself before standing up and helping me stand up.

"That was good Aaliyah," he praised kissing my cheek.

Butterflies literally thumping my stomach immediately.
...

"Girl thank you for hooking me up," Paris beamed hugging me. "What did you do to get the quiet Hakeem to come talk to me in a crowded place? I was expecting an Instagram follow!"