There was a knock at your door. You open it to find a beautiful girl standing there looking down at her phone. She's wearing a thin white tank top that shows her bra and black gym shorts that are hiked up on either side that shows the top of her thighs. She looks up at you from under her brow and for a moment you get lost in her beautiful green eyes. Then you snap back to reality and remember... that she's just your friend's sister, and you've seen her thousands of times.
"You coming or what?" she asks you before returning her eyes back to her phone screen.
"Uh. Yeah," you reply.
Then you hear your friend, who happens to be her brother and your roommate chime in.
"Yeah, dude," he says, "it's the weekend and I'm ready to get lit."
Josh has been your best friend since middle school. After high school, you both decided to move in together into an apartment building. For years now, you've both been holding down minimum wage jobs while trying to decide what's next in life. Even back in middle school, as the flood of hormones were taking over, you were always infatuated with your buddy's sister, Jennifer. You both called her Jenna for short. She was two years older than the both of you, and oftentimes she would rope you guys in to coming to a party or to get high somewhere. You always wondered why she would always invite you both because it wasn't that she lacked friends. You just assumed that you both made good company that was trusting and protective of her.
After the three of you hop into her Honda Civic, she starts the car and turns down the volume after her music cuts on blaringly loud.
"We just have to make a quick stop first," she looks at you briefly through the rearview mirror.
Your friend, in the passenger seat groans and asks, "Where?"
"Cory's place."
"Ahhh, what the fuck?"
She shushes him and explains, "I'm low on weed okay? Matter of fact, that means that
we
are low on weed. Bunch of mooches..."
"Hey! You invited
us
, remember?" he says in defense of you both.
You can't help but peek at her face as you sit in the backseat through the rearview mirror. You don't mean to be a creep, but you always found her easy to look at. Between her freckled face, her puffy pink lips, green eyes, or long fiery-orange hair, you aren't sure which is your favorite about her. You always thought that she was just beautiful all-around. Her small, yet curvy frame didn't make it any easier on you either.
After a trip up some hills and a long winding road, the three of you pull up to a modestly nice cabin that belonged to the parents of a guy named Cory. His parents were retired and were quite wealthy. Cory practically lived in the open loft of one section of the house, although in reality the whole section of the house was bigger than your apartment. Downstairs had a small kitchen, bathroom, and living room. However, upstairs was where most people spent their time. He had a second, bigger living room set up, and in two adjacent rooms, was his own bedroom and a grow room where he hydroponically grew some pot that he claimed was from California.
There is a door connected directly to the loft via a wooden staircase outside, and now the three of you were ascending it. Jennifer knocks, and you hear Cory's voice.
"Come in!" he says.
As you enter the carpeted room, the scene doesn't look much different than any other time you've done so. The loft is hazy from smoke, despite a couple of rotating fans that are oscillating back and forth in the room. He was playing video games with a friend while drug paraphernalia lay all around them. This includes things like ashtrays with joint roaches, bowls, and hookahs. There were also empty chip bags and beer bottles scattered around randomly.
To your right, was the fancy-yet-cheap-looking wooden railing that kept the open loft separated from downstairs. Without even getting close, you could see the kitchen and bathroom down below. If following the rail, it soon becomes the banister of carpeted stairs that could bring you to the bottom section of the house.
"Ah fuck!" Cory says while throwing down the controller in an apparent loss.
"Sup Cory?" Jennifer greets him.
"Hey girl, what's up?!" his eyes brighten as he replies enthusiastically.
She laughs candidly and says, "You know... same old, same old. Is it a good time?"
Cory, who has a skinned head and a face that could easily pass for being forty-plus-years-old replied, "Are you kidding? You came at the
perfect
time."
He stands up to meet you all at the center of the room while lighting up a joint. After taking a puff, he passes it over to Jennifer who doesn't turn it down.
Then he explains, "A friend of mine decided to quit growing, and get this... He gave me his whole stash."
Jennifer coughs off her hit and asks, "For free?"
"I didn't say that, exactly..." Cory replied and then continued, "Anyway, I want to ask you, how many times have you come here to buy from me after all these years do you think?"
Josh shrugs and takes a hit.
"Shit," she replies, "I've lost count I guess."
"Right!" he says, "And I want to reward you. Like, for real. You're one of my best customers."
"Oh? Uh. Okay, thanks."
"Another question. How much did you want today?" Cory asks her while rubbing his hands together and sticking out his tongue.
You look over at his unknown buddy on the couch who is currently as chill as can be and blowing smoke rings up towards the ceiling. Then Josh hands the joint over in your direction.
It's gonna be that kind of night, huh?
you say to yourself while grabbing the joint to take a hit.
She answered back, "Well, I was thinking about a twenty bag. We were going out after this and -"
Cory cuts her off, "Look. I want to make you a deal, ya feel me?"
With her curiosity peaked, and a smile being affixed to her face from the weed, she replies, "Huh?"
Cory holds up his finger for them to wait a second. He disappears into his "growing room" and returns with his hands behind his back. It's almost as if he was going to ask her to pick a hand.
"You always get the twenty from me. Almost every time you come," he says while whipping out a small, sandwich-sized ziplock bag filled with marijuana from behind his back.
Jennifer nods and brings her purse around to the front of her body out of habit.
"But, I want you to have this!" Cory exclaims while pulling another bag from behind his back.
The bag nearly falls to the floor and he has to grab it with both hands. It was a bag packed full and tight of marijuana that was easily the size of four loaves of bread put together.
Cory laughs while the three of you all hold the same shocked and stoned expression on your faces.
"What the fuck Is that?!" Jennifer exclaims.
"I want you to have this," Cory says.
He slowly begins to hand it over to her while her mouth remains dropped to the floor.
Then he pulls the bag back suddenly and says, "But, I do want something in return. I'm sorry, but it still ain't completely free."
You didn't like where this was going.
"Like what?" she asks.
Cory turns around and starts walking backwards to his grow room.
"Hear me out," he begins to say. "You are a beautiful woman, right? I can tell that you love to have a good time, just like everyone else in this room."
Visibility confused, she shakes her head and waits for more explanation. You decide it's a good time to offer her the joint back, but in surprise, she waves her hand to decline.
Cory throws the large bag back into the grow room, and says, "I bought something a while back, and have never gotten a chance to use it. I'm really curious if it works too."
He bends down into the room and produces a big black object. It's covered in some sort of black vinyl or leather and has an electrical cord attached to it.
"Look," Cory explains, "I know it sounds weird, but for thirty minutes worth of work, you can have that whole bag for letting me watch you test this out."
You feel like you have seen the object before, and if you were correct in guessing what it was, it was something you had only seen in porn videos.
Jennifer puts her hands on her hips and you can't help but glance down at her cute butt that fills out her gym shorts quite nicely. You also take note that her hair is almost long enough to reach her shorts. You quickly look her down by following her sexy, lightly-freckled and smooth legs and notice the ends of her thin white socks sticking out above her white Nike sneakers.
"And what is that?" she asks. It was obvious that she's losing patience.
Cory approaches them and holds up the object while answering, "This is called a symbian. It's a toy for women. You basically sit on it and wait until you... you know..."
You knew it. You felt like things were getting weird.
"Until what?" Jennifer asks. She appears to get the hint but needs confirmation.
You see her brother put his hand over his mouth and grab her shoulder.
"Uh, Jenny. No. Don't listen to him," Josh pleads.
Everyone stands there in silence for a moment.
