Isaiah’s Sophomore Year 6

Isaiah’s Sophomore Year 6

By Kojain and Dragon333

Disclaimer: This is completely fictional and is created for entertainment purposes. If you are offended by stories about sex, or sex with a (kind of) young male and an adult female, then read no further.

Celebs: Reagan Gomez Preston

Codes: mF, cons, ebovry


Chapter One: Time Doesn’t Freeze

Reagan got home from a long day’s work and saw Isaiah sitting on the couch watching TV. She saw a blank look in his eyes, but didn’t think much of it.

“Isaiah, I got a call from Mindy. Are you OK?”
she asked him trying to sound polite.

“I’m fine. How’s Mindy?”

“Do you even know who Mindy is?”

“The name sounds familiar.”

“She’s your boss, Isaiah! Well she was.” Reagan told him sounding annoyed.

“What happened? Did she die?” Isaiah asked trying to sound worried.

“No, Isaiah!!! I hate to break this to you, but you’re fired.”

“I was fired??? What could I have done in just two weeks to get myself fired?” Isaiah said surprised.

“Two weeks? It’s been five months! Where has your head been all this time? You haven’t done any of the chores I gave you, doing the dishes, vacuuming, and some other stuff which was SUPPOSED to be the payment I get from you in exchange for rent.” Reagan took a second to calm herself down. “Isaiah, I like your company, I really do, but sometimes I worry about you. I hate to tell you this, but I also worry about you affecting me. I like your company, like I said, but I can’t let you live here, especially for free, if you don’t pull yourself together!”

“I’m sorry, Reagan.” Isaiah said still in shock that he didn’t realize five months passed by.

“It’s OK, just try to do better. And I also want you to go back to school.”

“I left?” Isaiah shocked with a look of total astonishment in his eyes.

“You stayed home almost all the time in the past five months. Are you feeling OK, Isaiah? You seem to act awkward in the past several months, and you seem to be talking to an imaginary friend named Ciara in the room I loaned you.”

‘Yikes! I hope she didn’t hear too much of that!’ Isaiah thought to himself.

“How is Jamie-Lynn and your other friends? I haven’t seen any of them lately, and you don’t talk about them anymore.”

“Jamie-Lynn? Why does that sound so familiar?” Isaiah said trying to remember people, but all he could remember was Beyonce and her servants. He remembered accomplishing something, but he didn’t remember what that was exactly. He remembered jumping up and down for joy, but forgot why.

“You forgot about Jamie-Lynn too, Isaiah? I don’t know how you’re doing in school, and you’re probably doing great. I was a teenager once too, Isaiah, and trust me, you might not realize this now, but people, friends, socialization are very important in a teen’s life. School is the best place to do it. It’s where most of the most memorable times in your life is supposed to happen. School sets up the perfect place for those great opportunities! You’re surrounded by literally thousands of people around your age, there’s events and a ton of stuff to help you out with that. When you grow up and turn into an adult, you don’t get to have all those things.”

“What are you accusing me of?” Isaiah asked her.

“Nothing. I’m just trying to help you. You’re probably doing great in school, but it’s not only what you know, it’s also who you know. If you don’t make and maintain friends now, you might never have any friends after you become an adult.” Reagan remembered the time she fucked him. “You might think it’s really cool to have adult friends, especially pretty ones like me…” Reagan paused for a moment to see him chuckle. “.. but when you turn into an adult yourself, those adults who were your friends as a teen, will become old and wrinkly. The pretty girl adults will seem ugly to you, and the guy adults, well, you probably will feel weird hanging out with them.” Isaiah,, under Beyonce’s charm, could only hear Reagan, but not really listen. “If you choose to wait for something, or do something later… then just remember this, Isaiah.” Reagan paused for a brief moment before she continued. “Time doesn’t freeze!”

Chapter Two: Slap Some Sense Into You

Shortly after Isaiah had the discussion with Reagan, he went to his room. Isaiah sat down on the bed and held his hands to his head, trying to think about what Reagan said, but it was having a hard time doing so. It seems he really want to see Beyonce again. But why? Why was he so in love with her? He tried to think about his other friends and the other goddesses he worshipped, but for some reason Beyonce was topping all of them. ‘What is wrong with me?’, He thought to himself.

“Isaiah…”, Reagan called from the other side of the door. “May I come in?”

“Umm… Sure.”, he answered.

Reagan opened the door and walked in to see Isaiah sitting down on the bed, holding his head as if he had a headache.

“Isaiah hun, I hope I didn’t make you feel too bad.”, she said.

Isaiah struggled to look up in her eyes. It was as if he was looking at a complete strange. Whatever effect Beyonce had on him was almost making from forget he had other friends.

“No. It’s okay Reagan.”, he said. “I needed someone to talk to. I’m glad you are here for me now.”

“Are you feel well? You don’t look too good.”, she asked, concerned.

“I… I’m fine Reagan. I’m just thinking.”, he answered.

“Okay sweetie. I hope you feel better. I’m going out to run some errands. I’ll bring you home something to eat, okay?”, Reagan smiled.

“Sure. That would be great.”, Isaiah said.

“Alright. I’ll be back later. If you do decide to go out, please lock up.”, Reagan said, walking out of the room.

Isiaah heard the front door close and a car drive off. He was now alone. He tried hard to remember who Jamie-Lynn was. He even tried to remember who Ciara was, Reagan mentioned her as his imaginary friend. He got up for a moment at looked on his dresser. He looked at the silver necklace which had a name “Keyshia” on it. ‘Who is Keyshia?’, he asked himself. ‘Do I know her?’ He shrugged and sat down on the bed.

“Isaiah…”, a female voice called,

“Bey… Beyonce! Is that you?”, he asked excitingly.

He lifted his head to see that it was the woman he was excepting, but someone else. Ciara looked at him, wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and navy blue jeans. He looked at her, trying very hard to remember to remember who she is, But the charm took effect.

“You… You’re not Beyonce.”, Isaiah simply said.

“Isaiah. It’s me. Ciara, your friend. Don’t you know who I am?”, Ciara asked.

“I… I don’t remember. I only know Beyonce.”, he said.

Ciara looked at him with confusion, “Isaiah. You have got to remember me. I… I’m a Mischief Maker spirit. Remember when we first met? Remember your friend Tiffany Evans?”.

“No. I don’t know. I remember… no one but Beyonce.”, he said, trying to fight the enchantment that was placed on hi,

Ciara walked over and looked deep into his eyes. She can tell that something was not right with him. He stood back and realized something was very wrong.

“Isaiah! Snap out of it. Beyonce is a nice goddess, but you can’t allow her to do that to you.”, she said.

“B… Beyonce. I love her. She’s all I need.”, he spoke.

Ciara looked around the room for something, anything she could use to try to get him to remember. Then she noticed the silver necklace on the dresser. She quickly grabbed it and brough the pendant to Isaiah’s face.

“Remember this Isaiah!,” Ciara said, showing him the Keyshia pendant. “Remember your guardian Keyshia. The one who looks after you.”

“Keyshia…?”, He asked.

“Yes Isaiah! Keyshia, the goddess of Courage. The one who is your guardian and cares for you dearly.”, Ciara said, pulling the pendant down.

“No. Only Beyonce cares for me. I don’t know Keyshia.”, he said.

Ciara grabbed him by the arms and shook him slightly, “No! Come on Isaiah! You can’t let this happen to you. You’ve got to remember your friends, rather they are immortal or mortal!”.

“I don’t need anyone! All I need is Beyonce! I don’t need you!”, Isaiah growled.

Ciara looked at him with shock, she can’t believe he just said that. A sudden anger came over her at this point.

“Damnit Isaiah! Wake up!”, she screamed, then hauled off and slapped Isaiah hard across the face. The impact caused him to fall to the bed, holding his cheek in pain.

Ciara stepped back a little, she can’t believe what she just did. She didn’t know what else to do however. She moved in to see if he was okay.

“Isaiah? Isaiah?”, she asked. “Please talk to me.”

Isaiah got up and looked at her. Whatever magic that was placed on him seemed to have been dispelled the moment she attacked him. He suddenly started to cry.

“Ciara!”, Isaiah cried, hugging her.

“Isaiah! I didn’t mean to hit you so hard sweetie.”, she said, holding him.

“I’m sorry Ciara. Please forgive me. I don’t know what the hell Beyonce did to me. I didn’t mean all of those things I said.”, Isaiah said through his tears.

“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. I’m sorry I slapped you so hard.”, she smiled, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“I… I can’t remember what she did to me. I remember after you left I did yell at her for being rude. Next thing I know she’s in the room with me and she spoke softly. I tried to make her leave, but we end up making love.”, Isaiah explained

“Damn! Was it that good?”, Ciara joked.

“Yeah, but on a serious note, before that she must have charmed me or something. I don’t know why I couldn’t resist it.”, he said.

“Beyonce is a nice goddess, she stronger than the usual goddess. She just doesn’t understand your ways Isaiah. I think me being here before you made her jealous in some way.”, she explained.

“Damn! I didn’t think she was so domineering.”, he said. “What am I going to do Ciara? I know people have stalkers, but this is completely different. I can’t call the police for this one?”.

“All I can tell you is do your best to avoid her. I’m not sure how, but do whatever it takes.”, she said.

“I think I know what I can use if she or her servants come too close.”, he said.

“Oh really? What do you have?”, she said, curiously.

Isaiah went over to his belongings and fished for the bottle of red liquid. He pulled it out and showed it to Ciara.

“I remember I went to an occult shop a long time ago and the shopkeeper gave me this.”, he explained.

“Gave you…”, Ciara suddenly panicked. “No! Put that away!”

“What’s wrong? You’re not the only one who’s afraid of this stuff.”, he asked.

“Please! Put that away! I’m begging you!”, she cringed in fear.

“Alright. Relax.”, Isaiah then put the bottle back into his belongings.

Ciara sighed in relief, “Thank you.”

“What is wrong with you? Chessika was also afraid of this stuff.”, he said.

“I’m not sure what the entire story behind it is. But it was made by an ancient alchemist who was trying to find a way to dismiss demons. Not sure if the herb that it was used to make it still exists in this day however.”, Ciara said. “But apparently it does if you got a hold of it.”

“Oh really? Wow! Is that why you’re so afraid?”, Isaiah asked.

“Well, when that stuff is placed on us it causes extreme amounts of pain. Even the most strongest demon gets weakened by it. I didn’t think you would be able to get any of it.”, she tells him.

“Well… At least I know I can use this if Beyonce doesn’t want to listen to reason.”, Isaiah grinned.

“Please Isaiah, only use it if you really need to. None of us demons deserve that much pain that stuff can cause on us.”, Ciara plead with him.

Isaiah nodded, “Okay, I’ll try not to. But I’m not making any promises.”

Isaiah heard a car door close outside. He figured Reagan must be home.

“There goes your roommate. I’m going to get going. If I see Keyshia I’ll try to warn her about your stalker goddess.”, she giggled.

“Thank you Ciara.”, he smiled

“Okay. Take care.”, Ciara said, kissing him on the lips before disappearing.

Isaiah walked out of the room to greet Reagan as she walked into the house.

“Hey Isaiah! You feeling better?”, Reagan smiled.

Isaiah walked over and hugged her, not even giving her a chance to put her belongings down.

“Oh wow! You are feeling better!”, she grinned.

“Yeah! I don’t know what the hell was wrong with me. I guess I was just under the weather or something.”, he explained.

“Well, whatever it was, I’m glad to have you back to normal.”, Reagan said, “Go ahead and watch TV while I make some food.”

“Nyah! Why don’t you let me help you put the stuff away and help cook?”, he asked.

“Oh really?”, she asked, shocked.

“Of course! After all, you are letting me stay here.”, he said.

“Well, in that case get that bag since it’s so damn heavy. The stupid bagger at the store put too much stuff in there.”, Reagan grumbled.

Chapter Three: Can I Live?

It was a quiet Sunday evening when Isaiah went to the Plaza to browse a few stores. Eventually it started to get late and he decided to go to the Tasty Sandwich to get some dinner before he went home.

“Excuse me, when does this place close?” Isaiah asked the clerk.

“In about 15 minutes.”, the clerk answered.

Isaiah didn’t want to order anything huge because that would mean he would have to take it home with him. So he kept it simple and ordered a Filet’O’Fish and a medium soda. After paying the clerk, he took his tray and sat down to eat. As he was enjoying his meal, he noticed a girl with red hair in her mid 20s looking at him. She didn’t seem to hid the fact that she was watching him either. Isaiah looked behind him to see if she was focusing on something else, but nothing was there. When he turned to see her, she was gone. He shrugged and started to finish off his food.

After finishing his drink, the clerk told him they were closing. Isaiah nodded and threw his empty cup away in the trash and placed the tray on top. As he left the cafe, he noticed that the parking lot was already almost empty as well as most of the stores closed. He walked through the parking lot to head to the bus stop before it arrived. He had a strange feeling he was being watched by someone. He looked behind him to see if he was being followed, but all he saw was an empty parking lot behind him. He started to walk again, but it didn’t look like he was getting any closer to the bus stop for some reason.

“Hello Isaiah. How are you doing this evening?”, a female voice behind him asked.

He quickly spun around to see Beyonce looking at him with her hands on her hips, wearing a black leather jacket and some navy blue jeans.

“Beyonce… How did you find me out here?”, Isaiah asked.

“Dana told me she saw you eating at the cafe over there.”, she answered.

Isaiah thought for a moment, then he remembered the red-head who was looking at him while he was eating. She must have been another one of Beyonce’s servants.

“Oh so now you send your servants to spy on me?”, Isaiah asked, slightly angry.

“It wasn’t spying. After Heather told me that you turned her down, Dana was about to approach you herself. But she decided not to and come to me instead.”, she explained.

“Listen Beyonce, it’s really late and I want to go home.”, he said, turning away.

“I want to talk to you. Don’t be like this.”, she said.

“We can talk later. I want to go home before I miss the bus.”, he explained. “Not to mention it’s going to be a little strange if someone sees me talking to thin air.”

“You have nothing to worry about. You noticed how you’ve been walking in place?”, Beyonce asked.

“Wh… What did you do?”, he asked.

“Simple. I just put a barrier around this area of the parking lot. No one can see or hear us. So we have all the time in the world here.”, she smiled.

Isaiah starts to get angry, but calms himself down a little, “What do you want with me?”, he asks

“You. Just you.”, she simply says.

Isaiah sighs loudly, “Listen Beyonce. I think you are really nice. I enjoy the time we had. Your servants are very sweet. But please understand that I don’t need a goddess around me all the time.”

Beyonce looks at him with confusion, “But isn’t this what you mortals want? A higher being to always answer your beck and call?”

“Not this mortal. I want to have the pride in knowing I could do it without having someone to do everything for me. I want to have a good human life where I live as a human, and not being surrounded by humans and only communicating with demons. Beyonce, I know you think you’re helping me and giving me what I want, but no offense to you, but you make me feel pathetic when you don’t let me do anything on my own and do everything for me. And you seem to take away my freedom when you teleport me places without asking me first.”

“I… I don’t get it. I know mortals like you have always wanted to be pleased by us. And here you are being ungrateful. Don’t you like me?”, Beyonce asked.

“Bey, Listen…”, as Isaiah tried to talk to her, he felt a calm feeling flowing through his mind. However, Isaiah shakes it off. “Stop it! Don’t do that!”

Beyonce sighed, knowing her magic wasn’t going to work this time around. “Isaiah, I really like you I want to be that special goddess that you all have.”

“You mean…”, Isaiah was saying.

“Yes, Isaiah. I know you certain mortals have your favorite goddess. I want to be that one you always call on.”, Beyonce said, then he looks at his necklace. “Where did you get that necklace from?”

“A friend gave it to me.”, Isaiah simply answered, not waiting to give out anything.

“No mortal friend, that I can tell.”, Beyonce said.

“W…What makes you think that?”, Isaiah asked nervously.

“You can’t fool me. I can sense the magic in it. No way a mortal could have given that to you.”, she answered.

“What does it matter to you?”, he asked.

“I could give you something much more pretty if you like jewelry.”, she smiled.

“I’m fine with what I have.” Isaiah replied.

“Oh really…”, Beyonce says, looking at the pendant around his neck. “Who is Keyshia?”

“I am.”, a voice from behind Isaiah said.

Both Isaiah and Beyonce looked to see Keyshia Cole standing behind him, wearing a navy blue vest with a white tank top and blue jeans.

“Is everything okay here Isaiah? I sensed fear coming from you. I almost had a hard time finding you. Luckily, I was able to find you through this barrier.”, Keyshia said.

“It’s okay Keyshia. I was just talking to another goddess.”, Isaiah said.

“Yes. It was a private conversation after all.”, Beyonce added.

“Oh really… And who might you be to keep Isaiah trapped in here?”, Keyshia questioned.

“Here’s a better question, who are you to walk into here like nothing uninvited.”, Beyonce asked.

Isaiah can feel the heat between the two goddesses. He wanted this to end with a peaceful outcome, so he decided to intervene.

“Hey Beyonce, this is Keyshia Cole. The Courage Goddess.”, he introduced her.

“And Isaiah’s guardian.”, Keyshia added.

Beyonce looked somewhat heartbroken, “Is this some kind of joke? Are you serious?”.

“How dare you!”, Keyshia said, glaring at her.

“It’s not a joke Beyonce. Keyshia is my guardian.”, he said.

“I’ve heard about you Keyshia. And I know what you did.”, Beyonce said.

“What are you talking about?”, Keyshia asked.

“I remember the story about you letting that little boy die solely because you didn’t feel like going to help him. You don’t deserve to be anyone’s guardian let alone Isaiah’s.”, Beyonce explained.

“Stop that Beyonce! That’s not right!”, Isaiah said.

“Why are you trying to defend her Isaiah? Don’t you think eventually the same fate will happen to you when she feels she’s bored of you?”, Beyonce asked.

“Bitch! If you don’t shut up…”, Keyshia growled.

“You need to stop it Bey! Keyshia would NEVER abandon me!”, he stated.

“What the hell do you know? Does Isaiah even know what kind of goddess you are?”, Keyshia asked.

“That is a good question. What kind of goddess are you Beyonce?”, he asked.

Beyonce looked at them nervously, “I… I didn’t think that would be important. And besides, what does it matter?”

“Don’t avoid the question.”, Keyshia said.

“What does it matter to you? I treat him nicely.”, Beyonce said.

“Very well. Isaiah, Beyonce is a Diva.”, Keyshia revealed.

“A… what?”, Isaiah asked.

“Care to explain Beyonce? Or should I?”, Keyshia asked, grinning.

Beyonce stared daggers at Keyshia, knowing that she backed her into a corner.

“Very well.”, Keyshia said, “Isaiah, Beyonce is what you call a Diva. A Diva are higher goddesses that usually don’t care anything for mortal races unless of course they can get something out of them. They can even recruit goddesses much weaker than them as their servants.”

“What?!”, Isaiah gasped. “You mean Jamie, Ashley, and others are…”

Beyonce nodded, “What she said is true. I have recruited them because they cannot live out on their own.”

“And what were you trying to get from me? What do I have that would keep you coming back to me?”, he asked.

“Isaiah, understand that when I first met you I really enjoyed talking to you and I wanted to be with you.”, Beyonce explained.

“But you don’t understand that I don’t need you all the time. I can handle things myself. I really liked how you set your servants to please me, but I don’t need it all the time.”, he stated.

“And what does she do to keep you happy?”, Beyonce asked.

“None of your business!”, Keyshia yelled.

“I think it’s time for me to go Beyonce. I’m sorry.”, he said.

“No… Wait…”, Beyonce said, getting teary-eyed.

“Come on Isaiah. I can walk you out of this barrier.”, Keyshia said.

Suddenly, Beyonce reaches out and pulls Isaiah towards her. Wrapping her arm around, she conjures a golden sword and points it at Keyshia before she can get too close.

“Stay back!”, Beyonce said, pointing the sword at Keyshia.

“What is wrong with you?! Let him go!”, Keyshia yelled.

Beyonce gives Isaiah a quick peck on the cheek, “Don’t worry hun. I won’t hurt you.”

“Then let me go!”, Isaiah said.

“I love you Isaiah. Trust me. I do. I want to take care of you. I can do it better than she can.”, Beyonce said.

“What makes you think that?”, Keyshia said, growling.

“We’ll find out as soon as Isaiah banishes you and makes me his guardian.”, Beyonce explained.

“What?! Never! I’d rather have no guardian in that case!”, Isaiah yelled.

“It’ll be okay Isaiah. Once you banish her I’ll always be in your life. We’ll have so much fun together.”, Beyonce said.

“Bitch! If you didn’t have that sword I would kick your ass.”, Keyshia snarled.

“I won’t banish Keyshia. You’ll just have to kill me!”, Isaiah said.

“Isaiah. It’s okay sweetie. Just do it.”, Keyshia said, sadly.

“No Keyshia! I can’t do that to you! I don’t want to lose you!”, Isaiah cried.

“It’ll be okay Isaiah. Just do it. I want you to live your life. Just remember that I do love you and she’ll never love you the way I do.”, Keyshia explained.

“We’ll see about that. You heard her. Do it.”, Beyonce said.

“Fine.” Isaiah said.

Isaiah was trying to remember the proper banishment spell. Then he remember he decided to carry a small vial filled with the red liquid that the shopkeer gave him. He didn’t understand why he took some with him today, but he did remember how much Chessika, Eve, and Ciara feared it. While Beyonce was busy keeping Keyshia at bay, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the vial and removed the top with his thumb.

“What’s taking you so long Isaiah?”, Beyonce asked.

“Just this!”, Isaiah said, then splashes the red fluid in Beyonce’s face.

As soon as blood-like sustenace makes contain with Beyonce’s skin, she screams in agony. The pain causes her to release Isaiah and her sword tumbles out of her hand and fragments into pieces as it hits the concrete.

As Isaiah scrambled away from Beyonce, she tried to reach out for him again. But before she could too close, Keyshia charges forward and knees Beyonce hard in the stomach, which is followed by a punch to the face.

“K… Keyshia?”, Isaiah studdered.

Keyshia cracked her knuckles, “Isaiah, I’ll be with you shortly.”

Beyonce recovered from the assault and attempted to blast Keyshia with a Holy Bolt, which was dodged and returned with a firm punch to her face.

Isaiah just watched as the two goddesses battled. Keyshia was practically knocking Beyonce around almost like a rag doll. Beyonce placed a barrier around herself in order to protection herself, but Keyshia’s onslaught was too much, she ignored Beyonce’s defenses and slammed her to the ground. It seemed Beyonce wasn’t getting up from this one as she knelt down in defeat. Keyshia dragged her by her hair and balled her hand into fist of flames.

“What you got to say now bitch!?” Keyshia screamed in her face, “This’ll teach you not to fuck with my or anyone elses worshippers!”

Beyonce closed her eyes as Keyshia readied herself to make the killng blow. She raised her burning fist in the air, then suddenly Isaiah rushed over and grabbed Isaiah, pulling her away from Beyonce.

“Isaiah!! What are you doing?! Let go!”, Keyshia yelled.

“That’s enough Keyshia! You’ve won the fight! She’s hurt!”, he said.

“Nyah! I need to let this bitch now never to come around you again!”, Keyshia snared.

“Just let me talk to her. Please Keyshia. Let me talk to her.”, Isaiah said.

Keyshia looked over at Beyonce’s battered form, then looked at Isaiah and sighed, “Fine. But if she tries to jump you again I’m going smack her down harder than before.”

“Thank you Keyshia.”, he said, kissing her.

Isaiah walked over to Beyonce, who was now holding herself in pain. He knelt down to her and put his arm around her.

“Beyonce?”, he asked.

“Why didn’t you just let her finish me off?”, she sobbed.

“Don’t think of it that way Beyonce. Keyshia was just protecting me.”, he explained.

“I… I’m sorry Isaiah.”, she said, choking back tears. “When I first talked to you at the beach, I fell in love with you. And as time when on I didn’t want anyone else around you except me.”

“Is that why you wanted Ciara to leave that day?”, he asked.

She nodded, “Yes. I didn’t want her to get in between us. And just now when you mentioned that Keyshia was your guardian, it just made me instantly jealous. I just wanted you all to myself without any other mortal or goddess around to get in the way.”

“Beyonce, I like you too. But understand I’m always going to have time to worship my goddesses. But I do need to live my life. Understand that I don’t need a goddesses all the time. Of course I’m going to show worship to them, but I don’t need them all of the time.”, Isaiah explained

“I… I think I understand you. I see why Keyshia loves you so much. I’m sorry, I couldn’t control my jealously. I just hope you don’t hate me for this.”, she sobbed.

“I accept your apology Beyonce.”, he said, kissing her on the cheek. “But I think you need to apologize to Keyshia as well.”

She nodded simply.

“Keyshia!”, Isaiah yelled, “Come over here.”

Keyshia walks over with her guard up, just in case Beyonce tries to pull a fast one.

“Keyshia, I’m sorry I tried to force Isaiah to banish you. I just got insanely jealous and wanted him for myself. Please forgive me.”, Beyonce said sincerely.

Keyshia looked at her for a long moment, then nodded, “I forgive you.”

“Mistress! What happened?!”, Jamie asked. Isaiah didn’t even notice her arrival.

“What did you do to her?!”, Milian asked, appearing shortly after Jamie.

“Relax girls. I’m okay.”, Beyonce said as Isaiah helped her off the ground.

“You didn’t hurt her, did you?”, Jamie asked.

“It was my fault I’m hurt Jamie. Don’t worry about it.”, said Beyonce.

“We’ll take care of you until you are better mistress.”, Milian said.

“Take good care of her. I want to see her again soon.”, Isaiah smiled.

“Are you serious?”, Beyonce asked.

“Yes Beyonce. I think you’ve learned your lesson. I’m sure we can still hang out together sometime.”, he smiled.

“That sounds like fun. As long as it’s okay with Keyshia.”, Beyonce said.

“Just don’t try to control his life and you won’t ever see my bad side again.”, Keyshia answered.

“Okay, I’m going to get some rest now. See you later Isaiah.”, Beyonce said, leading on one of her servant’s shoulder.

“You too. Take care.”, Isaiah said.

As soon as Beyone and her servants disappear, the barrier around the parking lot disappears as well. Isaiah and Keyshia are now alone. It became so late that the lamppost lights were now brightning up the area.

“Well… That was interesting.” Isaiah said.

“Are you sure you can trust her?”, Keyshia asked, worried.

“I think I can. I’m sure she won’t invoke your wrath again.”, Isaiah grinned.

Keyshia giggled, “I whooped her ass, didn’t I?”

“Oh stop it. But damn because of her I missed the last bus.”, Isaiah grumbled.

“Oh you need a ride baby?”, Keyshia smiled, summoning her motorcycle.

“Oh hell yeah!”, Isaiah cheered

Chapter Four: Adult Sex with a Roomate

Isaiah had just got done vacuuming the living room. He wanted to make sure everything looked nice before Reagan got home. He knew she’d be home in about 15 minutes, so he needed to quickly put the dishes away before she came in. He then swept the kitchen floor and took the trash outside. It was pretty late so he made sure everything was good. The time was well spent, as he heard the front door open. He then went over to greet Reagan.

“Hey Reagan.” Isaiah greeted her, “I vacuumed the living room rug and…”

“Please Isaiah. Not now.”, she cut him off.

“But, I just wanted to tell you…”, he said.

“I said not now!”, she snapped.

Isaiah backed up a little as she gave him a look, then she walked to her room.

What just happened? She’s normally not like this. Isaiah thought to himself. Maybe she had a bad day or something. He wisely decided to leave her alone so she’ll cool down, then he’ll talk to her.

An hour passed since Reagan came home and still no word from her. Isaiah was watching TV, then he started to worry about her. Maybe she something really upset her and she was about to commit suicide. Isaiah didn’t want to close his adult friend, he decided to go check on her. He quietly walked over to her room and slowly peeked inside. He was relieved when he saw her sitting on the bed with her head down. She seemed to have been crying for a very long time. Isaiah decided to try and talk to her.

He knocked on the door before entering. “Come on in Isaiah.”, he heard from the other side.

Isaiah opened the door and and walked into her room. “Are you okay Reagan?”, he asked.

“Yeah.”, she sniffled, “Come here sweetie.”

He walked towards her and she got up and hugged him tightly. He felt her warm body embrace him softly as she caressed his back while they hugged.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you Isaiah.”, she said as she released him. “I… I just can’t believe how some men can act.”

“What happened?”, he asked.

“Nothing! I just can’t believe that men would treat people like objects like that! I’m so tired of this bullshit. I’m not some whore you can pickup off the street.”, she stated.

“I guess you met another jerk, right?”, Isaiah asked.

She nodded, “This guy was worse! I can’t believe the bullshit he pulled. This guy tried to dice my drink. He lied saying he didn’t when I looked into it and I saw something strange floating in it. That asshole tried to drug me to get at me.”.

“Yikes! I’m glad you saw that! That’s crazy! What did you do after that?”, he asked.

“Simple. I threw the drink in his face and walked out. He didn’t try to follow me, lucky him because I have pepper spray in my purse.”, she explained.

I’m just glad you saw something was wrong. I would be so worried if you never came home tonight.”, he said.

“Oh Isaiah!”, she said, hugging him again.

As they hugged, Reagan slowly started to back Isaiah towards her bed. He didn’t notice until he felt back on the bed and looked up at her with a smile on her face. Before he could get up, pushed him back down and crawled on top of him.

“You know what I notice about you Isaiah? Is that you’ve cared for me more than any grown man I’ve ever met or dated.”, she explained.

“Well… You were nice enough to bring me into your home.”, he said.

“Another thing I’ve noticed about you, is that you make love like a man.”, she said.

Before Isaiah could answer that comment, she kissed him on the mouth. Her lips were so soft, just like the last time they kissed. She then started to lift off his shirt, then she removed hers and took off her bra. Before they knew it, they were both naked. Isaiah reached up and started to suck on Reagan’s boobs, while she breathed heavily and rubbed the back of his head. She gently bit her lower lip as he feasted on her breasts. She then moved her hand down to his now fully hard penis and stroked it.

“Come on Isaiah. I want you on top this time.”, she said.

He wasted no time. Isaiah crawled on top of her once she was lying with her back on the bed. He spread her legs slightly then inserted his hard dick into her waiting pussy. She gasped as he slowly invaded her love nest with his manhood. Once he got used to the feeling, he started to thrust into her. Reagan started to make moans as he pumped into her more and more. She wrapped her legs around him as the pace as he got more into it.

“Oh fuck!”, she moaned, “This is so good! My god I love the way you feel in me!”.

Isaiah held on to her tighter as he sped up the banging. He remember the last time they had sex she was on top, now he’s savoring every moment of this. However, Isaiah felt the telltale signs of his orgasm coming.

“I… I’m going to come now.”, he whispered.

“Shit! I’ve come already, and I think I’m about to have a second.”, she groaned, as she released. Isaiah wasn’t too far off, and sighed as he was engulfed by the climax.

Worn out, he collapsed on top of her. She held him as he rested on her body, recovering from the sex. A few moments later, they both crawled into her bed, Reagan holding him gently as she fell asleep.

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