Sorry, no sex yet, but trust me there will be.
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I gave up on the John Wayne marathon some time after four in the morning. I had set the alarm on my phone before laying down to sleep. I didn't want to waste the day sleeping again. After relieving myself I walked to the bar and felt under the left edge of the counter's lip next to the tap. I located the secret drawer and pulled down and out. Jeff had left what looked to be roughly three fingers worth of purple buds with red, yellow, and orange hairs with a thick layer of crystals. Jeff was still the man. I had to give this stuff up when I was around Holly and the machines we used at work, but I was off for a month. A glorious, wonderful month. Inside the drawer was a lighter, but there were no papers, and no bowls. Damn. There were no empty cans either as jeff bought bottled beer or kept the tap open for parties. On the far end of the bar's counter there was a bowl of fruit. I had to remember to thank Susan for her love of fruit.
I took an apple and used a spoon to dig out a small conical hole, then used the handle to push through and connect the slender tunnel to the hole. I looked at it and decided it would work for now. i dropped a bud in and pushed it firmly down, but not too tight, lit, and inhaled. It was smooth, sweet, and - (cough, hack) I was doubled over trying to regain my breath. Damn that was such a noob move. On the other hand I remembered that the coughing does help the blood move things along. Whoa. I needed to sit down. I looked at the apple and realized I had burnt through more than I thought I would on the first try, but damn, I knew I needed to put it down.
I grabbed a beer, a towel, and looked about the pool and saw no sign of Hannah. I set the beer and towel under the shade of the umbrella on the table, looked around again, dropped trow and ran jumping into the pool. I sped across the pool underwater as I let my momentum ebb. I surfaced slowly as I neared the other side. As I came up and grabbed the pool's edge I noticed I was looking at a pair of sandals. I followed the feet to the fleshy legs and up, and noticed I was looking up a woman's dress at a thick pair of thighs I was unfamiliar with and a pair of white granny panties. I excused myself, looked away and consciously hugged the edge of the pool.
"Well, I must say, I wanted to come over and say hello, but I never expected such a lovely welcome," the woman's voice said.
"UH, sorry," I said still glancing away, "I didn't see anyone here. If you'd please turn around I'll put some clothes on to greet you in a more respectable manner."
"Nah honey, don't you worry, I just dropped by to say hello and see what has Hannah all bothered," she said as she excused herself, "Now I understand. Besides I have errands to run in town. Nice ass honey."
I hugged the pool a bit longer feeling the need to make sure it was safe. I need to put a lock on that damn gate. After a few minutes I quickly swam back to where I had dove in, scampered out, grabbed my stuff and headed in. I thought as I went in, I needed to get a shower and head into town myself. I too had an errand to run.
As I drove through town I looked for a head shop, while not legal in our state yet, our county had relaxed a lot of its marijuana policies. Unfortunately, there were none this far out of the city. Instead I pulled into a small mom and pop hardware store and headed to the brass fittings section. I found a few small stainless steel sink screens, a brass elbow, about a four inch brass pipe, and a flare fitting large enough for the screen to sit deeply. As I waited in line to check out I picked up a pack of three Bic lighters as well. When I set the parts and the lighter down the young kid behind the counter smiled and said, "Cool dude."
I laughed, accepted the change, and left feeling that this old man still had a bit of "cool" credibility left.
Once back at the house I quickly looked for a small wrench and set to work completing my improvised bowl. Just as I was to fit the screen in the flare fitting, I looked up because I heard a light knock on the french doors. There stood a beautiful Hannah in a white t-shirt tied above the navel and apparently no bra, short daisy duke jeans, and a pair of light blue flip flops. I placed the screen in the bowl, finishing my morning's work. I held it up admiring it, while I watched Hannah's expressions out of the corner of my eye. She was getting impatient, and I was loving it. I placed a bud in my new bowl and pressed it in, then headed to the door.
I stopped in front of the door and patiently studied Hannah from head to toe, shook my head sadly and opened the door.
"Well, you took long enough!" she said indignantly.
"And you as usual, miss the advantages of time and subtlety." I said, closing the door.
I walked over to my usual place in the row of recliners and turned on the tv. Hannah as expected, sat beside me. I ignored her and took a long deep drag from the bowl as the bud crackled under the application of fire. After a moment I slowly exhaled then looked to Hannah and offered her the bowl. She was still miffed I had taken so long to open the door. She accepted the bowl and lighter then stared at me for a moment as she tried to asses the situation before she spoke.
"What is it with you and this time thing? And what the fuck do you mean by subtlety?"
"Well, for one, you sit there with your legs uncrossed," as I looked directly at a pussy pressed into by closely cut jeans that allowed me to see the fleshy edges of her reddening mound, which had been freshly shaved. "I can clearly see the edge of your pussy. I can see that you have shaved. You know I want you, and yet you leave little for me to uncover in my own time and speed. Second, You've already shown me your lovely breasts and yet you wear a thin t-shirt where your areolas are clearly visible to either remind me of what I can not un-remember, or to help me make a decision to ravish you. You rush headlong at a man who has already said you are beautiful and that he wants you, and yet, like some confused school girl you publish your goods in hopes of enticing me, forcing me into a decision at your pace."
She stared at me before replying, "Forcing you?"
"No, there will be no forcing me to take you fully, completely, and with utter satisfaction. No, I decided that when I saw you rise from the water as I lost balance and fell into the glass of the door."
"You decided? What if I didn't like you? What the fuck then?"
"Time. Either way I will have those puffy smooth lips pushing out the edges of your jeans against my against my tongue before the month is over. I will suck those lovely tits of yours and caress you to a peak of passion that will have you not only screaming my name, but you will not want to go back home. I will bend you over every surface of this room, make love to you in my bed until you pass out, and then, then I WILL send you home."
She was wide eyed, mouth open in disbelief and then suddenly a damn broke, "FUCK YOU," she screamed as threw the pipe at my head, but missed, hitting the seat of the recliner in the row behind me as she turned and stormed from the room.
I laughed and then retrieved the bowl which fortunately still had the bud lodged in it. I applied fire once again, exhaled, and turned on the television to look for a good college football game. The rest of the day passed quietly as well as the next two days. I had formed a pattern. Arise, piss, eat, shower, toke, surf the web for porn (Willy wanted to come out frequently now), rub one out, swim, lunch, nap, more swimming, more porn, swimming, then dinner. I tried to keep my evenings free from routine.
