All the characters are over the age of eighteen.
Lane rang the doorbell and waited. Beside her Rory hopped nervously, looking from side to side down the street as if she was expecting to see an FBI snatch team hidden in the bushes across the way. Lane gave her friend a smile, reaching out to squeeze her hand. The brunette stopped jiggling and jumping, but still looked around anxiously.
The curtain on one bungalow's window twitched. It made Rory flinch and give another little nervy quiver, but Lane remained relaxed. She'd been to the house before, several times, and she knew the security precautions – the owner wouldn't let them in until he was sure they were who he thought they would be and that they hadn't brought any unexpected guests with them. The Korean teen waited patiently as the curtain on the other side of the bungalow opened a couple of inches and closed again, as the man inside checked out the left hand side of the street. The only life was an old pensioner mowing his lawn a few lots down.
There was the sound of footsteps and of a camera buzzing and whirring overhead as it focussed on them, the owner making a final check of his visitors; finally he was content and there came the sound of heavy bolts being pulled back. Lane gave another comforting smile to her friend and turned to face the opening door. Framed in it was a good looking muscular man with short dyed blonde hair and with jewelled studs through his nose and ears. Wavy tattoos ran from under the sleeves of his T-shirt down to his wrists, seeming to twist and wave round the limbs like a set of snakes. He was wearing flip-flops and Bermuda shorts and as he stepped to one side and gestured them in Lane could feel the warmth coming from the overpowered radiators. She took him up on invitation and stepped in, half-pulling a clearly nervous Rory after her, "Hi Aaron."
"Hey, Lane," the young man shut the door behind them and pulled a pistol from the back of his shorts. Rory stared at it as he casually dropped the weapon on a small table next to an almost dead potted plant; Lane took no notice. Instead she turned round and slid the heavy bolts, but well oiled bolts back in place. Aaron grinned and nodded "You know the drill."
"We wouldn't want uninvited visitors," agreed Lane. She half turned and nodded towards Rory, "Aaron, this is my friend Rory Gilmore."
"The virgin right?" he asked grinning.
Rory went red and looked at the floor, but Lane was unperturbed, the way she saw it everyone was unfucked at one point and then they got fucked, Rory was just at the unfucked stage. The petite Korean nodded, "Yes..." she paused, "So you up for it still?"
"What? I get bang you both for a half of high grade pot – course I fucking am."
*
Lane Kim and her best friend Rory Gilmore were hanging half in, half out the open window of Rory's bedroom. Even though it was only spring inside the room the brunette's electric fan was blasting out at full power, making all the flames of the scented candles flicker and bounce as it threatened to blow them out. Lane thought it was over the top; as pot went the stuff she and Rory was smoking was mild and any smell was lost in the outside breeze as they passed the spliff between each other. But this was the way Rory smoked it; it didn't need marijuana to make her paranoid that her Mom might catch the slightest whiff of grass and immediately ground her for life. Lane didn't have that concern, her own Mom had no idea what pot smelt like and when she wondered aloud what the weird smell was on Lane's cardigan the teen didn't bother to tell her.
There was a lot Mrs Kim didn't know about Lane; not just that she took drugs, but that she played truant and had recently got a tattoo of a butterfly on her inner thigh. And that she was one the sluttiest nymphos on the Eastern seaboard. It was the last of these that she and Rory were talking about as they smoked the pot, "So what happened next?" asked Rory, her eyes wide and her breath uneven, she looked hot and flushed and not just from the drugs. Her spare hand shook as if she wanted it to drop back and move between her legs and only a superhuman act of willpower was stopping her.
She took another suck of the joint and passed it to her Lane, who inhaled deeply, "So after I'd taken Tom, or is it Tim – it doesn't matter, I rested a few moments and got out of the backseat. His pals were still around and looking like they wanted some action. So I dropped down to my knees in front of them both and sucked them each, whilst Tom was trying to do his pants up in the car..."
"Lane..." Rory's voice was filled with admiration, but her friend hadn't finished
"After I'd given them both a blow job I realised I wanted to be fucked again. So I had to get Tom to take his pants back down, suck him back to hardness and get in the cramped back seat again and get him to fuck me... in the butt this time." Lane stopped her description and took a drag of the pot; she felt dizzy, though she was sure that it wasn't the weed, which was less powerful than some of the varieties she'd tried, but because she was leaning headfirst through the window. She looked at the glowing ember as it burnt down the spliff and took one final drag, before passing it to her best friend, "Here you finish it."
"There not much to finish," said Rory accusingly, though she still took the last inch between her fingers and breathed in the cannabis. She gave a small startled cry as the last bit burnt down to her fingers and swiftly crushed the remaining spliff against the back wall of the house. For a few moments more the two teens remained hanging half-in, half-out; the warmth of the room contrasting with the cool spring breeze – too cool. They got back in. Rory closed the window and dropped to her bed, "Lane that was... wow, now I know why people become junkies."
"You're hardly likely to become a junkie from a few spliffs, this isn't Reefer Madness," corrected her friend.
"No..." admitted Rory, reluctantly. She lay on the bed for a few moments, before turning her head and smiling at Lane, who was sitting on the seat next to the desk, fiddling with a pen; "Have you got any more?"
"I'm out," said Lane, "You got any money?"
"I... er spent it all on a couple of new hardbacks."
"That's what libraries are for," said Lane, "Well that and telling Mrs Lane you're going to study in one instead off sucking off a Quarterback and his mates."
Rory nodded sagely, though Lane knew that Rory had gone no further than heavy make-out sessions, with the hottest action being a hand clawing her boobs through her sweater; "What about you?"
"Spent it on CDs and on the pot we've just shared."
"That blows," said Rory, "What we going to do?"
