Sorry for the delay, I was busy with other stories and was also trying to think of a way to make this story not seem repetitive.
If you have read the previous chapters, you know what will basically happen although this will be a little different. The next few chapters will be styled similar to this one.
I have decided that this story will end on chapter 28, and I already know exactly how the last three chapters will go. The ending of the story is set in stone.
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Taylor woke up the next morning feeling sick as a dog. Samantha and I awoke to the ungodly sounds that she was making in the bathroom. After a few minutes of her sickness noises, she shuffled back into the bedroom looking as pale as a ghost.
"I guess I caught something," she said as she turned around and dashed back into the bathroom.
"I hope we didn't get her sick," Samantha said before getting out of bed and scurrying into the bathroom to tend to our nude, sick guest.
I got out of bed and got dressed before heading into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. As soon as I sat down, Samantha (dressed in her robe) led Taylor (dressed in mine) into the living room. My blonde lover gently sat down and let out a load groan as I joined the girls.
"I think it's the flu," Samantha said as she sat at the opposite end of the couch, allowing me to sit between them.
"Just my luck, I get to see you for the first time in a year and I get sick," Taylor quietly said as she held her stomach. "So much for a fun weekend."
"We can still have fun," I said, taking a sip from my cup.
"How? I can't have sex like this, I'll vomit all over the place," she responded, trying to force a smile.
"That's not what I meant," I said. "We haven't seen each other in a year like you said. I'm pretty sure that you have had some hot little flings in that time, how about you just tell me about one of them."
"You aren't wrong," Taylor said with a laugh. "I've had some fun times with some girls you know of."
"Have you seen Carrie since the birthday party?" I asked.
"That was one of the best nights," Taylor said as she sat upright, ready to tell the story.
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Taylor arrived back in Nashville after spending Thanksgiving with her family in Pennsylvania. She had been invited to a country music charity event being held at the Grand Ole Opry. Despite her full-fledged turn to pop music, she wanted to hold on to her roots and assist in a good cause.
Having come right from the airport to the Opry, Taylor did not have any alone time to partake in her favorite illegal activity. She made a quick phone call to her dealer, Maria, and scurried about half a mile away to meet her. The blonde starlet spotted a shiny new pickup truck sitting near a bar with her good friend inside, looking around for her customer. Taylor quickly slipped inside, paid for a week's worth of her sweet green lover and darted away just as fast as she arrived.
Taylor returned back at the Opry and made her way inside, trying to find an empty room away from the crowded lobby. She stopped as she saw a small office with the door ajar to her right. She looked inside and called out to find the coast was clear. The coast was indeed clear and the eager stoner went inside and locked the door.
Taylor cleared a small spot on the desk and pulled out her bag and papers. As she was rolling a joint, an alert went off on her phone. She reached into her handbag and pulled it out, finding a text from her smoking buddy, Carrie.
"Where are you at? I know you have stuff on you and I want in," the text read.
"Go into the lobby, take the hallway on the left and look for a dark green door on your right. Knock three times and I'll let you in. Rolling one as I type," she texted back.
"What are you wearing?" Carrie quickly sent back. "I want a little more than some smoke."
"I'm in a little pink dress but I can take it off before you get here," she responded.
"Keep it on, I want to get the work done myself babe," the older woman responded. "I've got a long black one on."
Taylor sent a smiley face back before resuming her job of rolling the joint, now knowing that she would not smoke alone. She quickly finished it up and put it between her lips. She lit it and took a deep hit as she heard three knocks on the office door. With a smile on her face, she unlocked the door and pulled Carrie inside.
Before Carrie could talk, Taylor pressed her lips to hers and gave her a smoky kiss. Carrie instantly sucked the potent pot smoke into her lungs while her tongue slid across Taylor's. The younger girl pulled away and let Carrie slowly blow the large cloud of smoke into her face.
"Missed you too," Carrie said as she felt a knock on the door against her back. "Who the?"
Taylor hid out of view as Carrie turned around and opened the door. She peeked out and saw Cassadee Pope standing there, dressed in a sparkly silver dress, holding a familiar cell phone in her hand.
"Carrie, you dropped this in the lobby," Cassadee said as she handed it to Carrie. "What are you doing in there?" she asked before taking a whiff of the thick scent emanating from the room. "Wow, really? I didn't know you smoked weed."
Carrie nervously pulled Cassadee into the room and shut the door, wanting to prevent the smell from hitting anyone else in the nose. Cassadee was flustered as she was yanked inside. She spotted Taylor holding the joint and gasped.
"You too?" she asked. "Is there a little club I'm not aware of?"
"You don't know the half of it," Taylor said as she handed the joint to Carrie. "I guess the secret is out, you can't tell anyone about this."
