I looked up and spotted the broad switching past my car. “Oh, that’s Erica.”
Erica must’ve heard me, because she stopped in her tracks and backed up, until she was standing outside of my window. “Jah, I thought that was you.”
I cracked my window. “Yeah, what’s up, lil’ mama?”
“Shit, you tell me,” she grinned. “I’m still waiting on you to call me.”
I looked her sexy body up and down. She was a chocolate stallion, equipped with a tiny waist, humongous ass, and thick legs. She was cute too with her long braids, wanting to be down like Brandy.
“I’m saying. My boy trying to holler at you.”
She bent lower to peer into the car. “Who is that?”
“My nigga TP.”
Smiling, TP leaned over to get a better look at her. “What’s up, baby? That nigga Jah don’t know what to do with your lil’ fine ass. Let me call you.”
She sighed, before smiling. “Okay. Write my number down.”
“Bet.” TP eagerly hopped out of the car.
I watched him step around my car, and approach Erica. While they were chopping it up, I sprung out of the car.
“Damn, Jahrein. I damn near forgot how tall your ass is,” Erica tittered, while studying me.
TP stood back, gazing at her lustfully. He was tall too, just not as tall as me. But he was a light skinned nigga and had some size on him from working out religiously, when he was locked down in the pen.
“Oh, yeah?” I smirked, before strolling past them, trying to give my boy the space to spit his game.
Knowing that I was Erica’s first choice, I wanted to move around so that I didn’t steal the attention off TP. Adjusting my shorts, I glanced down at my crisp Jordans, making sure that I was straight. I was rocking a black and red Fubu jersey, and black shorts that all matched my Jays. Taking a moment, I paused and brushed my waves with a brush I’d gotten out of my back pocket.
“Jahrein!” Denise shouted, as she approached me, with her friends not too far behind. “What’s up, boy?” She wrapped her arms around me.
“Hey, Jahrein.”
“What’s up, Jah?”
“Jah, you can’t speak?”
All her friends started blabbing at once.
“What’s up?” I patted her back, before pulling back.
“Nothing. We just up here, chilling. You know.”
“I hear you.” I nodded. “’Sup y’all?” I finally acknowledged her girls. I’d fucked three out of four of them, including Denise.
“Yeah, well, we ‘bout to fire up this blunt. You smoking?” Denise questioned.
“Nah, I’m good.” I shook my head.
“Okay, well, I’ma catch up with you when we come into the party.”
“Bet.” I agreed, although kicking it with her was the furthest thing on my mind.
I’d smashed Denise’s yellow ass a while back, on my partner’s couch, purely because he was fucking her friend. I took that for the team, and she was far from the type of girl that I’d approach on my own. She was cute or whatever, but I preferred flat-out gorgeous. Then the other two friends were some broads that I’d fucked with my freshman year, while they were seniors. So, they’d gotten some adolescent dick when I didn’t know no better, and now they were fully grown and looked too dusty to even smoke with.
Making my way down the street, I was stopped every few feet, as some broad wanted to speak. I guess that’s how TP was able to catch up with me.
