Keesha

This takes place after the events of "A Moment of Magic."

I will be changing the title, once I get a good idea of how this story is progressing.

There is plenty of explicit language in here. The Most Important detail as someone pointed out that I forgot in the first story, is in here. Its very suggestive. But I am unsure if it should be rated M or MA. Someone let me know.

Anyway, I wanted to write showing another side of Reid. Judging from his personality in the movie, he is a hot head, but he is very loyal and protective of his friends. I wanted to write a story to showcase that angle of him.

What begins as a bet and one night stand in the heat of misguided passion and unburied desires, turns into something deeper and profound for both of them.

Now, lets just hope I can stay on course and keep that goal firmly in mind as I write. But If I strayed, please let me know.

I DON'T OWN THE COVENANT NOR ITS CHARACTERS-I RECEIVE NO MONEY FOR THIS, AND NOR WAS I PAID TO WRITE THIS

CHAPTER 1: AN UNFORGETTABLE MEMORY!

Keesha laced her hands behind her head. She stared up at the ceiling. The events of several nights ago playing in her mind.

"When I win. I'm going to fill you with my sweet cream!"

For a moment, his words turned over in her head. Her friend Shauna had been shocked when he had said them And so had she. No offer of money, he just wanted to get laid. And she, ever attracted to men who could provide her with something more than, buy her a drink, discuss their lives-career, and politics with the "man", had taken up his challenge without even thinking. He had sparked something deep within her.

That was one of the underlying reason she often turned to men outside of her own. There were no demands placed on her about the future. And they often had more to teach her about the larger world since they were so much a part of it. Keesha was hungry for knowledge. And anyone who could teach her anything, she clung to. The only thing her own people had taught her was a past full of pain, anger and a history marked with hatred.

She had made one attempt to try and see more of her people then what the newspapers reported. More than what went on in her own neighborhood. She eventually came across articles, emails and other internet items about people who traveled, who wrote SciFi, who did other things not related to Basketball or Rap music. But no one in her world wanted to hear about it let alone know.

The final straw, being a nasty scene with an abusive boyfriend and she simply left to forge her own world.

Her first foray into the new, was experimenting with different spiritual paths and music. Wiccan, Satanism, Pagan, Goth, Punk. These were her first set of friends. And they welcomed her. Even when she turned on some of them, getting ghetto when the past started catching up to her. But they didn't push her away. Some did. And whenever one did, another stepped up to catch her.

At some point, she began running into people from her old world, that was into the same scene. And they helped her with her anger. They refused to let her drown in the history that was killing their people. Eventually, the last vestiges of her past faded away. Or so she had thought!

She learned things about herself on her journey. She was a bit of a hot head. She loved a challenge. And some of her sassiness, helped her get through some difficult times. It gave her the strength to create her own world. A world she could enjoy, relax in. A world that even made her money. Money that enabled her to afford a better apartment.

And an expensive beamer.

But every now and then. A bit of the past would trickle in. Something from her life that would not stay hidden. Occasionally, she would run into people who were not so progressive. Sometimes they were her own kind and other times they were not. But neither side, was tolerant of a personality that was so emotional, forth right, intelligent, willful and clearly non-Christian.

It angered her. But at least she had a way to deal with it now. She had called upon her new spiritual teachings to help her overcome it. She defeated the past, but it left a bitter taste in her mouth. But she knew that if she dwelled on it to long, her past would return, fueled by the ghost of a memory. And Keesha would not allow that.

Meeting her new friends, fiesty Shauna and calm Mei, helped her shut out the outside world.

Mei was average height with a petite frame. She was quiet but very sharp. She missed nothing. And if she had something to say, or if she saw a wrong. She would right it. She was full of wisdom. She was the balancing force between Keesha and Shauna. But she was not meek as many people thought. Heaven help you if pricked her the wrong way. She could turn into a Shauna with Keesha's mouth in a moment. And a Bruce Lee too, Keesha reminded herself, if a man didn't take the hint. Mei hated people who associated that with her Asian heritage, but even Mei understood the necessity of self-defense.

Mei was careful not to get into fights, but she was never afraid to whup ass, if she had too.

Shauna was a beautiful woman. She reminded Keesha of a Goddess. Her long flowing, red hair, her curvy sexy physique. She was comfortable anywhere. She could walk into a club crowded with Keesha's own people and strike up a conversation in a minute, and having them nodding their heads to her in respect or well...Shauna also took hers dark as well as light.

But Shauna didn't care, she once said that men were all the same. They were not to be trusted. You had sex with them and let them go. And then Shauna would grin and say that it was false about black men. And, she was Christian.

She also had a temper. And Keesha learned that Shauna was very loyal to those she trusted.

THIS NEXT SCENT HAS SOME NASTY RACIAL SLURS. PLEASE DO NOT BE OFFENDED. ITS PART OF THE PLOT.

Keesha had been in the store that day, picking up some supplies. Mei and Shauna were with her but they went off to look at the magazines. "Hey Black bitch!" Keesha had ignored the comment. Something years ago, would have made her see red. "You deaf! I'm talking to you!" Keesha had turned to see a man, standing there. She could see the hate in the man's eyes. It was rolling off of him in waves. It had sent a shudder through her. She had never encountered someone with so much malignance before. "Where's your white whore?!!"

For the first time in her life, Keesha remembered being scared. All thoughts of going into ghetto mode faltered as fear crept through her heart. The man stepped forward. The heat of his anger touching her and made her visibly wince as if she had been standing to close to a fire. Keesha's mind went blank and a prayer to the Goddess rolled through her mind.

Out of the corner of her left side, she caught a flash of red. It streaked past her like flames. She heard a crunching sound. A loud cry of pain and then a thud. The next thing she knew, the man was on the floor. His mouth open in shock. His hand covering his nose. "You bitch! You broke my nose!" Shauna had her fist bawled up and standing over him. Her green eyes flashing. Her long hair hanging over past her slender but muscular shoulders like a lion's mane.

He made to get up. "She broke your nose. I'll try for your neck!" Mei had joined the fight. She was coming from the other side. Her feet stepping into a fighting stance as she approached.

The cops had not been understanding. They had the same attitude as the man lying on the floor. But a witness had corroborated the girls story. Strangely enough, the comment that Mei had made, had somehow never made it into their police report. The security tape mysteriously disappearing. Keesha would never forget the hate on his face and it bothered her. Her past threatened to return.

Her friends had tried to comfort her. Keesha had been embarrassed that she had been so helpless. Her body had simply locked up on her. But to her credit, her friends didn't go into that, Oprah Winfrey-Dr.Phil-Girlfriend mode- you need to be self-empowered and other crap. They simply understood.

Overtime, she had pushed the memory from her mind. But the incident left an echo in her heart that she couldn't erase. Her old self was slipping away. She didn't like what was left. The old hatred from her past.

Her friends tried to help her regain some of her former self. They kept telling her that some people just look for anything to feed their hate. She had to let it go. She understood that, but in quiet moments, it kept replaying in her mind.

Keesha decided that what she needed was a fresh start. And one day, an old contact of hers called her about an opportunity to open up her business in Ipswich.

She accepted. Strangely enough, in a town full of Old New England money, she thrived. She even felt accepted there. The town was very peaceful. The population mildly progressive. They still clung to some of their old roots, but their past didn't have a strangle hold on them the way it did in other places.

The energy in the area was calm yet full of the fire of commerce and energy of the young. It was home to a thriving population of young people. All Harvard wannabe types, with daddy's money or scholarships from public schools, who thought nothing better but drive in their expensive Hummers, Beamers, a Ducati or two and party in some place near a series of cliffs called the Dells. No sixties radical types here, whining and complaining that Daddy was materialistic or didn't show any love or made too much money. No, these were the children of the new generation; High Achievers, aggressive, competitive, beautiful, and materialistic. Ideal customers for her business.

Peace was slowly returning to her heart. The animosity of the past was beginning to retreat. But something was still missing.

Keesha sighed wistfully as she recalled their little adventure several nights ago.

A boy, near 18 years, challenged her to a race. And not for money mind you, but to give it to her.

She remembered the look on his face as he made the bet. He had a young face, but without the soft or pudginess associated with the shy, awkward types. His was firm with determination and a grown man's confidence. The eyes were lazy, slightly cocky but a kind of clear eyed intelligence. The kind that saw through people.

She once looked at people like that.

And his touch! Keesha felt her skin warm at the memory of the evening as he claimed his bet.

There wasn't anything clumsy about his touch. He knew how to ignite a woman's passions. Unlike so many of the other men before her, who were as old if not older than she, they touched her like some blind cave man, if they offered foreplay at all.

Her own body tingled at the memory of his kiss. Hot and demanding, with an underlying taste of sweet. Lips at her throat, gently nibbling and eventually turning to bite marks, as he had buried, his rather thick rod into her, she reminded herself with a delightful grin.

He had spent the first part of it, just running his hands over her skin. It was like being brushed with a feather. She remembered the shivers of warmth that rippled through her. Her skin feeling like it was on fire. The moans she had made in his finger tips wake,

The soft fabric of his fingerless gloves, fondling her plump breasts, slipping between her thighs to drive her insane with his fingers. His tongue trailing downwards, burying his face between her legs. Her back arching while he lapped at her, making her twitch and moan underneath his expert tongue.

She had remembered the initial penetration. The thrust had been sharp, and Keesha had let out a short cry of pain, her nails digging into a backside that was corded with lean muscle, her body clenching at the intrusion, as if it had been her first time. He was gazing at her for a moment, eyes black as night, and looking not like a predator savoring his prey or claiming his prize, but with concern as if he had hurt her.

But when he had settled into her. The rhythm had been slow, deep. No man had ever made her feel like that before.

Keesha remembered feeling tears springing to her eyes. A sense of happiness had touched at her heart. She actually saw her past evaporate under his touch.

She had felt the tickling at her head again. And at that moment, she knew that Reid had seen her past. That he had felt the pain that it had caused her.

And then he whispered something to her that she would never forget as he pressed himself fully against her. His lips melting with hers. Kissing at her tears and muzzling her throat as he forced himself deeper, eliciting a cry from her that was half pain and half exultation of pleasure. "Ssh baby girl. Reid will make it all better. I won't let you hurt again. You're safe in Ipswich. Reid will protect you."

The voice that had spoke to her was ageless, alien. The trees began to sway as if it had come from all around her instead of his sweet lips. It rippled through her with the force of a tornado. And with it, she could feel her heart healing again. She felt safe. She believed that Reid meant it when he declared he would protect her.

Confidence returned to her. They switched positions and she had found herself riding him. Her cries growing louder and louder. Her back arching as she rocked and grinded against his hips. Strong hands gripping her thighs. The trees shifting. A cool breeze at her backside.

For a moment an image flashed through her mind, drowning out her surroundings. A shadow appeared within her third eye. It was hazy at first, but eventually it began to take shape. Horns began filling her vision. "Welcome to Ipswich. You are mine now!"

She could feel him tense up beneath her strong thighs. Her own body shuddering. Reid had pulled himself up. He crushed Keesha against his hard chest. He grabbed her hair and sealed his lips to her hungrily. He gave one final strong thrust and moaned his release into her open mouth. Keesha arched her back sharply and let out a cry that was as energetic as the storm raging around them as his warm seed filled the condom.

Then she had collapsed into his warm embrace. The clouds parting. The sky glowing with a faint orange as the sun began its ascent.

Then he had led her to the cliff's edge and sat with her. His strong arms wrapped around her. His head resting on her shoulder as they watched the sun come up. She had not expected the night to end like this.

Neither of them spoke during the early morning.

Later, after leading her back to her friends, he had exacted a promise from her not to say anything about the eyes and that he would contact her.

He then showed them how to get out of the woods and back onto the highway. Then he slapped her rear, and smirked playfully at her shocked expression and slipped within the trees.

Keesha sighed. Contact her? He didn't even get her phone number? She pushed the thought away. It was what it was. One night. A bet made in an unguarded moment.

She still couldn't figure out why she had accepted it.

More chapters to come.

This was suppose to be a one shot wonder. But the story ended up dictating itself. I have an idea of where I am going with this but its not quite clear yet.

Please review and tell me what you think. I look at all criticisms and praises as a way of teaching myself. I am especially concerned with flow and logic. I have always had trouble with that. I forget what I am writing, it often doesn't make sense. Or I get an idea of something and then not know how to progress it. So any thoughts would be helpful.