Noelle’s pussy was already wet, so as she climbed on top she easily slid all of Savage’s mandingo inside of her.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned out as her body started experiencing surges of passion. Her vagina became creamier by the minute the more and more she rode, and every minute that passed sent more and more surges through her body.
“This dick good, huh?” he asked while pulling her hair.
“Oh yes. It feels so fucking bomb,” she answered while moaning.
“Yeah, keep bustin’ on that dick,” he said, grabbing her hips and pulling her down, while pushing all of his dick inside of her.
Noelle continued to ride him while he grabbed her ass, and her legs started becoming weaker by the minute. “Oh shit. I’m coming,” she said as she began to climax. Her pussy felt like an explosion on Savage’s dick as she came. “Fuck, I can’t take no more,” she said, trying to get off his lap, but he held her hips and continued to grind her pussy. “Oh shit,” she continuously moaned out. “Fuck, please Savage, I can’t take no more,” she pleaded as she continued climaxing.
“You done, you don’t want no more daddy dick?” Savage whispered in her ear.
“Yes I’m done!” she screamed in a loud moan. A few seconds later, he was busting into the condom.
“Damn,” Noelle said as she leaped off of Savage’s lap and landed on the floor. She was amazed and completely satisfied at the same time.
Savage just laughed, took off the condom and washed himself off. He got back dressed and looked at Noelle. “You good?” he asked her as he reached his hand down to help her up off the floor.
“Yeah I’m good, just leave me down here,” she said, trying to catch her breath, “I need a minute.”
“Aight,” he said with a chuckle as he opened the door and walked out of the restroom.
Savage sat on the couch and a few minutes later Marcus came walking through the door. He closed it and took a seat on the furthest seat on the couch.
“Where’s Noelle?” Marcus asked.
“She in the bathroom,” Savage replied casually.
Not even five seconds later, Noelle came out of the bathroom with a huge grin on her face, that didn’t go unnoticed by Marcus. He had a feeling of what just transpired, but he was going to verify it later. They all smoked a blunt together, and drank on Old English’s.
After about an hour, Savage was ready to go home and get some rest. As soon as he left out the door, Marcus went to the restroom and found the evidence he was looking for. He saw Savage’s condom in the wastebasket next to the toilet, and instantly became angry. He stormed out of the restroom and as soon as Noelle was within his reach, he wrapped his hands around her neck and began choking her. She wrestled with him, but he overpowered her and got her to the ground. He continued to choke her as he climbed on top of her.
“Let me go,” Noelle managed to get out.
“Bitch, you think I’m stupid!” Marcus yelled at her with beady red eyes. “You gone fuck that nigga in my house blood!” his high-pitched voiced screeched as her face began turning purple and she started losing consciousness. He let go and climbed off of her. “Blood, you better be out my shit by the time I get back,” he said as he walked out the door.
***
Marcus was boiling inside as he drove around in his Galant. He knew he should have told Savage about him and Noelle’s situation, but he didn’t think things would have happened so fast between them. He felt betrayed—not by Noelle, but by his best friend.
“Blood always fuckin’ my bitches,” Marcus said aloud as he drove. He kept driving around, trying to calm down so he wouldn’t do anything he regretted later. As he stopped to make a fade, his cell phone started ringing. He looked at the screen on his Samsung Galaxy S and saw that it was his homie Ten Trick. “Wassup, nigga?” Marcus asked as he answered his phone.
“Shit, I got some of my bitches at the crib, you tryna slid through?” Ten Trick asked.
“Shit, yeah. Give me like 30, I’ll be over there.”
“Aight nigga.”
Marcus arrived at Ten Trick’s an hour later. Ten Trick got his name from pimping, because ten of his hoes were always on the track. When Marcus arrived and he didn’t looked pleased to see the half-naked women parading around, Ten Trick sensed that Marcus was on edge about something. He pulled him to the backyard, to see what was on his mind. Marcus told him what had occurred with Savage and Noelle, and Ten Trick was stunned. He knew he had to school his friend and toughen his heart.
“Maaaannn, I can’t believe you let another nigga, let alone a bitch, play wit’ yo emotions,” Ten Trick said as he took a swig from his double Styrofoam cup. “Pussy comes and goes, that shit is everywhere. Why trip over one when as soon as you turn around, there’s another one right there.”
“Man, it ain’t that simple,” Marcus countered, offended.
“Nigga, it is that simple. She fucked plenty of niggas before she started fuckin’ you, right?” Ten Trick asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah,” Marcus replied, looking at the ground.
“And she’s gone fuck plenty of niggas after y’all stop fuckin’, right?”
“Nigga I guess,” Marcus answered with hostility in his voice.
“Nigga it ain’t no I guess, the answer is yeah,” Ten Trick said, staring at him. “Fuck worryin’ about who she fuckin’, use that shit to yo advantage. Pussy will always sell nigga, and if she fuckin’ for free, I guarantee you she’ll sell that shit as long as you approach her right. And that’s gon’ be extra bread in yo pockets.” Ten Trick could tell Marcus was listening, but he needed him to really hear him. “Love don’t matter out here in these streets mane. Like they say, that shit don’t pay the bills. And if a bitch gone fuck another nigga she gone fuck no matter if you love the hoe or not, or how much she say she love you. Shit, bitches be about they bread too and some only be fuckin’ wit’ niggas to get they pockets fatter. You better get wit’ it, nigga.”
“Yeah, you right,” Marcus somberly replied.
“I know I’m right, nigga,” Ten Trick said as he took another sip from his cup. “Now, stop actin’ like you got a pussy, and come up in here and get some pussy.” He laughed as he put Marcus in a playful headlock.
Marcus took Ten Trick’s advice and made up with Noelle later that night. He got into her mind, and after a few weeks he had her using Savage for his money to benefit himself.
Moving On To the Next
It was mid-September, but the weather was still warm and the temperature was in the high 80’s. All of downtown San Bernardino was packed as locals and visitors flooded the streets. Every year, people came and took part in the Route 66 Rendezvous. Vendors sat on every street corner, some lining a few blocks, classic customized vehicles were paraded and showcased, and car shows were held to commemorate the famous road. It was a family type environment, where people could participate in various activities around the city and appreciate the vintage automobiles.
Aleesha, Lala and Milasia were some of the many locals in attendance. They didn’t really care to see the cars, but it was a reason to get out of the house and hang out. As they were walking on Court Street, they were spotted by a familiar face.
“Wassup y’all?” Cali asked as he snuck up on the women.
“Oh shit!” Milasia exclaimed as she playfully hit him. “You scared the fuck outta me.”
“Damn,” he said as he flinched from the attack, “calm down.”
“Hey Cali,” Aleesha said as they exchanged a friendly hug.
“Damn, you smell good,” Cali said as they pulled apart, basking in the ambience of her Dolce & Gabbana perfume.
“Thanks,” she replied coolly with a huge smile on her face.
“What’s good Lala?” he asked as they too exchanged a hug.
“Nothing much,” Lala replied, staring past him. She had become preoccupied with what she saw across the street.
“What y’all doin’ up here?” he asked, trying to spark up a co
nversation.
“We up here sellin’ our pussy,” Milasia answered sarcastically. “Why the fuck else would we be up here? We came to look at the cars,” she told her step brother.
“Shit, knowin’ you, I wouldn’t be surprised if you was sellin’ pussy.”
“You got me fucked up,” Milasia responded, taking another playful swing at Cali. Before he could respond back, Lala pointed across the street.
“Ain’t that Savage?” she asked Aleesha, drawing everyone’s attention to the couple she had been staring at.
Aleesha looked across the street and sure enough, Savage was walking with his arms around Noelle. “Fuck him,” Aleesha said as she turned around and started walking in the opposite direction. Everyone followed behind her, and the farther away they got, the angrier Aleesha became.
“Damn, that smells good,” Milasia said, getting a waft of grilled onions and bacon. “Y’all hungry?” she asked as they walked close to a food vendor. They stopped in front of it and peered at the bacon wrapped hot dogs on the grill.
“I am,” Lala responded with a huge smile, showing off her perfect new brace-free teeth.
“I’m ‘bout to go find a bathroom. I’ll be back,” Aleesha told her friends as they stood in line to buy some food.
“Okay,” Lala and Milasia replied together.
“I’ll go with you,” Cali offered.
“It’s cool. I’ll be back,” Aleesha told him as she began walking westward in the direction of the Carousel Mall.
“I ain’t doin’ shit else,” Cali responded, walking away with her.
“I guess.”
“Why you actin’ like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you got a stank ass attitude.”
“I don’t have a fucking attitude,” Aleesha shot back.
“Here we go,” he mumbled to himself.
“What?” she asked, as she stopped walking and turned around to face him.
“I didn’t say shit,” he said as he stopped in his tracks with her.
“Yes you did, I heard you fucking mumbling.”
“Look, I ain’t the one you mad at and that you need to be cussin’ out. I ain’t did shit to you. I’m tryna be nice.”
Aleesha was straightforward. “Didn’t nobody ask you to be nice.”
“Man, whatever homeboy did to you, you need to let that shit go, dude ain’t even worth it. You way to pretty to be havin’ that ugly ass attitude,” Cali said, trying to uplift her. “Shit, smile. Don’t let that shit get you down.”
“Whatever,” she said, softening up a bit. She turned around and they continued to walk. “Man I need to smoke,” she said as soon as they made it to the parking garage of the mall.
“Hell yeah you do,” he said with a friendly smile.
“Shut up,” Aleesha said back, finally cracking a smile.
“Aww shit, she smilin’ y’all,” Cali said, talking to an imaginary audience.
“Whatever,” she said with a slight laugh.
“I got some weed if you really tryna smoke. We gotta bust a quick mission though.”
“Where to?”
“The Meadowbrook’s,” he said with a skeptical look on his face, unsure if she would want to walk the distance.
“Aight, that ain’t that far,” she said as they turned around and began walking in the direction of the apartments.
They walked together until they reached their destination, which was about fifteen minutes away from the mall. When they got close to the apartment complex, they approached Cali’s 2009 Range Rover that was parked on the street.
“Why you park over here?” Aleesha asked as they got in the car.
“Shit, this was the closest place I found to park,” Cali said, reaching in the center console. He pulled out a small Ziploc bag full of purple Kush, and proceeded to roll a blunt.
“That shit looks fire,” Aleesha stated as her cell phone started to ring. She pulled the HTC EVO 4G out of her pocket and seen that it was Milasia calling. She put the phone on speaker as she answered it. “Yeah?”
“Bitch where y’all at?” Milasia asked
“Cali had to go to his car to get something. We’ll be back over there in like 20 minutes.”
“Uh huh skank. Aight.”
“Aight,” Aleesha said as she hung up the phone and put it back in her pocket. “Ugh,” she said aloud.
“What’s wrong?” Cali asked as he continued to roll the blunt.
“Nothing, I just don’t feel like going back around them. All they’re gonna want to talk about is my ex.”
“Shit, don’t. You tryna go chill somewhere?”
“Yeah, I don’t care.”
“Aight, we gone smoke this on the way,” Cali said as he lit up the blunt and started the car.
Aleesha texted Lala that she would meet back up with them later at Milasia’s.
***
They arrived at Cali’s apartment fifteen minutes later. When Aleesha walked in, she was stunned from what she saw. His apartment was turned into a bachelor’s pad, with a mini bar, pool table, 72’ flat screen TV, and video game systems to name the least.
“Wow. I’m surprised your place looks this nice,” she said, admiring the furniture.
“Why, cuz I’m a nigga?” he asked with a smirk, as he took a seat on his black leather couch.
“Yeah, pretty much,” she replied back with a giggle.
“Come here,” he said in a seductive tone of voice as he waved his hand for her to come take a seat next to him. “So wassup with you?” he asked her as he opened a jar full of Platinum Bubba that he grabbed off the coffee table.
“Nothing much,” she answered as someone began knocking on the door.
“Who is it?” Cali yelled out.
“Mike,” the person on the other side of the door yelled out.
“Can you finish rollin’ this up?” he asked Aleesha as he handed her the broken down weed and the gutted out cigar.
“Yeah.” Aleesha proceeded to roll the blunt.
Cali got up from off of the couch and answered the door. It was his neighbor, Mike. “What’s good nigga?” he asked, giving Mike a handshake.
“Shit, bored as fuck. You tryna match?” Mike asked, stepping through the threshold of the door.
“Hell yeah, I was just rollin’ up,” Cali said as he shut the door. He went and sat back down next to Aleesha, while Mike took a seat on the other couch.
“How you doin’, I’m Mike,” Mike said as he reached out to shake Aleesha’s hand.
“I’m doing good. I’m Aleesha,” she responded as she shook his hand.
“Nice to meet you,” he said flirtatiously, eyeing her.
“You too,” Aleesha said as she continued to roll the blunt.
“Ay cuh, don’t be flirtin’ with my girl,” Cali said, noticing Mike checking Aleesha out.
“Nigga, ain’t nobody flirtin’.”
“Yo girl?” Aleesha asked Cali with a surprised expression on her face.
“Yeah my girl,” Cali answered back.
“Since when?” she asked, smiling as she raised her right eyebrow.
“Since right now,” he answered as leaned in to kiss her.
They continued tongue-kissing for a few seconds before Mike interrupted them. “Aww how cute. Now can we smoke please?” he asked, raising his already rolled blunt in the air.
Cali and Aleesha burst into laughter. “Yeah,” she replied, wiping off her mouth. She finished rolling up and fired up the weed, and they put both blunts into rotation. Cali turned on the TV to BET, and they watched 106 & Park as they smoked.
After they were done with the two blunts, everyone had the munchies. “Ay, I’ll hit you later nigga, I’m ‘bout to go grub,” Mike said as he stood up and shook Cali’s hand.
“Aight, my nigga,” Cali responded.
“Nice meetin’ you again,” Mike said to Aleesha as he walked toward the door.
“You too,” Aleesha responded with a wave.
/> Once Mike was out of the door, Cali got up to lock it. “You want somethin’ to drink?” he asked Aleesha as he walked into the kitchen.
“Yeah,” she answered, staring at the TV.
He opened his refrigerator and began looking inside. “Aight, I got orange juice, cranberry juice, water, soda...” he named off.
“Orange juice.”
“Aight. You want somethin’ to eat? I can make you a hot pocket or a sandwich or somethin’,” Cali offered.
“I’ll take a hot pocket,” Aleesha answered as she looked over at him.
“They pepperoni.”
“That’s cool.”
Cali poured Aleesha a cup of juice and put the hot pocket in the microwave. He took her the juice and went back into the kitchen to wait for the hot pocket. When it was finished, he put it on a plate and brought it to Aleesha, then took his seat back next to her on the couch.
“You not hungry?” Aleesha asked, noticing he didn’t make him anything to eat.
“Yeah, but I’m tryna eat somethin’ else,” Cali replied, seductively licking his lips.
“Like what?” Aleesha playfully asked.
“Put that food down and I’ll show you.”
Aleesha sat the cup and the plate on the coffee table, and Cali wasted no time as he leaned in and started kissing her. As they continued their make-out session, they turned their bodies so that Aleesha was laying on the couch, and Cali was in between her legs. He tugged at the sides of her jean shorts, trying to slip them off of her.
“Hold on,” she said as she unbuttoned them and took them off.
“Damn you got a fat pussy,” he said, staring at her vagina, making her giggle. He pushed her panties to the side, lifted her legs in the air and started devouring her vagina. He sucked on her clit while soft moans escaped through her mouth. She started grinding her hips when he stuck his finger in her vagina, giving her double the pleasure.
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