satin n silk | urban

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"A nigga run up in this hoe it's gon be a fatality"

o m n i s c i e n t
(jamari in the media)

It was a cool fall day in Alridge Heights. The weekend had just arrived, meaning the guys were chilling at Jamari's house. Normal things that the guys participated in on the weekend were the things that Jamari preferred to avoid, but he had no problem letting them chill at his place because those were his niggas.

His parents had left for the week to have some alone time, which left him a free house and it had gotten a little too quiet for his liking. What better way to solve his loneliness, than with his boys?

"Y'all tryna have some bitches slide through?" Jamari's friend James asked, while slowly spinning around in a computer chair. James was a fiiine dark skinned brother. He had the large lips which were always accompanied by Carmex, the pink gums, pearly whites and nice smile. His waves stayed on swim and he never had an 'unclean fit'. Plus his sex game was phenomenal. However, none of that had earned him a real woman because he was too busy entertaining hoes. Jamari had tried to talk to him, but James didn't listen to anything until he fucked up.

"Honestly dawg, I been in need of some top." Another one of Jamari's friends, Zairo, decided to add in his two cents. He was also a fine ass nigga. He was the tallest out of the group and got the most bitches. Standing at 6'4, Zairo was a beautiful light skin with dark brown eyes and a thick connecting beard. It only made it worse that he was smooth as hell. The difference between him and James was that while James entertained hoes, Zairo just had them.

"I know like six girls we can run trains on." Finally Keshaun, the last friend, spoke up before texting away on his phone. Keshaun was the basic light skin nigga with a 'thot cut'. He was corny, short and pulled no bitches. He exaggerates about the girls that are in his phone, when it's the same two or three girls who use him for food and weed. Being the youngest of the group, Keshaun was always ignored. The guys loved him though because they had somebody to fry. He was decent looking though.

"Nigga you don't even know one girl we can run a train on." Zairo shot back, holding up his index finger.

"Man whatever" Keshaun quietly spoke before he slumped down in his seat

He wasn't even trying to fight today. #KeshaunHasNoHoes

"I think Ima call over some girls as long as it's cool with Mari." Zairo, James and an eager Keshaun all looked at Jamari who was too focused on licking his blunt. Once he realized all eyes were on him, he looked up at his friends.

"It's whatever y'all wanna do. Just make sure them girls bring a shorty over for me. I'm just tryna watch some movies and be on my cuddle type shit." Jamari said. He flashed a toothy smile before continuing what he was doing.

...

"Nigga you're lame."

9 p m

Things had finally started to get popping at Jamari's house. Four girls had came through thanks to Zairo. He and James were currently on opposite couches in Jamari's living room receiving head from two of the girls from their high school.

"Damn ma, you really wasn't playing" James threw his head back and bit his lip. Whoever this girl was, he had to thank Zairo later because sheesh. She was slurping, spitting, swallowing and doing all sorts of tricks. It was kinda becoming overwhelming. He had even hit a couple notes that were higher than his usual.