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During his incarceration, Marcus had been contacted through mail by one of Dior’s best friend’s, Noelle. After he wrote her back, they kept writing letters back and forth to each other which led to them developing a serious relationship with one another, even though she had a boyfriend whom she was pregnant by at the time.
As the summer of 2010 came along and Marcus was finally released from jail, they messed around a few times and fell in love, or so Noelle thought. She left her son’s father to be with him, even though Marcus wanted to keep the relationship low-key, and helped him get an apartment and was even paying the car note on his 2008 Mitsubishi Galant. She ended up losing custody of her son shortly after, and they continued this private relationship until Marcus introduced her to Savage one day, while they were all chilling together at his apartment.
“So how you two know each other?” Savage asked, digging into some hot wings.
“She’s Dior’s home girl,” Marcus responded with disinterest. He put his arm around Noelle.
Savage gave Marcus a look as if asking, Are you hitting that? and Marcus shook his head no. Noelle missed the exchange. She was just sitting with them, quiet. They sat for a few minutes and smoked a blunt, until Marcus received a phone call.
“Damn, I gotta make this run real quick,” Marcus said as he got up off the couch. He grabbed his keys and started walking toward the door.
“You want me to come with you, Marcus?” Noelle asked.
“Nah, you can chill. Unless you wanna come.”
“I guess I’ll chill.”
“Okay. I’ma stop and get some more drank and weed too.”
“Aight, nigga. I’ma roll one up,” Savage replied back, eating his last wing.
“Shit, y’all smoke that. I’ll just roll one when I get back,” Marcus replied, talking over his shoulder.
“You sure, nigga?” Savage asked.
“Yeah I’m sure. I might be a while,” Marcus said as he walked out the door.
“Aight,” Savage said as he shrugged his shoulders and began rolling up a blunt.
Savage and Noelle smoked the blunt, as they conversed and got to know each other. “So how y’all two start talkin’?” he asked Noelle as he took a seat next to her on the couch.
“We don’t talk like that, but I started writing him while he was locked up. We were always cool, and I just thought that was fucked up how Dior did him,” Noelle replied as she stared into his golden brown eyes.
“Hell yeah,” Savage agreed as he took a hit from the blunt.
“So I just kept in touch with him so he could have someone there, you know?”
“I feel you, that’s real as fuck,” he said as he passed her the blunt.
“Yeah, so what happened with you and that one girl you were with?” she asked, taking a hit from the blunt. “What was her name ... Aleesha?”
“That’s old news, but how you know about that anyway?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Believe it or not, your name is out in the streets heavy. Everybody knows who you are and that you two were together,” she said as she passed him the blunt.
“Damn,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
“Well, I guess it just depends on how they know you.”
“Yeah, true. So how do you know me?” Savage asked, taking a long drag from the blunt.
“From your best friend,” Noelle said with a smirk on her face.
“Nah, I think you know me some other way,” he replied as a grin crept across his face.
“Well if you must know ...” She rolled her eyes toward the sky. “You messed around with one of my home girls.”
“Aww damn, who?” he asked with his attention now fully on her.
“Diajahnae,” she simply stated.
“Aww daaammmnnn,” Savage said with a chuckle. “Swear.”
“I swear. I’ve known her since we was toddlers,” Noelle said with a serious gaze into his eyes.
“Damn it’s a small world, and I can only imagine what she said about ‘ah nigga,” he said as he hit the blunt.
“Really, why?”
“Man ... Her and Leelee got into it while we was at a party one time, and they ended up fightin’ in the street. Shit, we ain’t talked ever since then.”
“I remember hearin’ about that. I heard Aleesha got hands.”
“Hell yeah. She cold as fuck,” Savage said, beginning to reminisce about his times with her.
“Why did y’all break up?” Noelle asked, taking a hit from the blunt.
“Over some stupid shit,” he said as he shook his head, trying to shake the thought of her out of his mind.
“I feel you, so did me and my baby daddy,” she replied, passing him the blunt.
“Damn, you got a kid?”
“Yeah, Xavier. He’s one now.”
“That’s cool. Where he at?”
“He’s with his daddy, we have split custody so it’s his week to have him,” she lied.
“Oh okay. So what else did Diajahnae tell you about me?” he asked, reclining in the seat, passing her the blunt.
“She didn’t say nothin’ bad,” Noelle said as a huge grin spread across her face.
“Man, don’t do me like that,” Savage said as he sat up. “Tell me.”
“Well, if you really must know,” Noelle innocently responded. “Nae said you a good dude. You always got some fire ass weed ... and yo sex was bomb,” she said with a giggle.
Savage just started busting up laughing, and all of a sudden he felt his penis get hard and had a huge erection. He had been staring at Noelle, and she got sexier to him by the minute. She was also a BBW, and her light peanut butter skin seemed to glow from the light in the room. Her 44DD breasts were poking out of her black V-neck t-shirt, and her scrumptious thighs and round ass bulged through her blue jeans. She noticed the look in Savage’s eyes and the swelling in his pants, and since she was attracted to him as well, she decided to act on the gesture.
Noelle scooted closer to him and whispered in his ear as she rubbed her leg against his leg, “So is what I heard about you true?”
“I don’t know, there’s only one way to tell,” Savage said as he looked at her.
“And what way is that?”
“Meet me in the bathroom to find out,” he said as he got up from off of the couch. He walked to the restroom and shut the door behind him.
Noelle waited a few seconds before getting up from off the couch. She put the blunt out on the coffee table and walked toward the restroom. As soon as she walked inside, Savage was sitting on the toilet with his shirt off and pants around his ankles.
“Wow!” she said aloud as soon as she saw his dick. It looked exactly how it had been described.
Noelle dropped to her knees without warning to see how much of Savage’s member she could fit into her mouth, and she got about six inches in before she started gagging. She grabbed what she couldn’t fit into her mouth with her hand, and started jacking him off as she sucked his dick. It was a basic BJ, but it kept his erection up. After about two minutes, he stopped her and made her stand up and take off her clothes while he put a condom on. He then directed her to sit on his penis, and ride him cowgirl style.
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.
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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.