Disclaimer: This story is a total work of fiction. All characters and situations are not real and have no basis in reality. I do not endorse any sort of drug use in real life. With that being said, enjoy yourself and I hope that this gets you off.
Also to the reader: I have decided to go head and use the cliché big breasted and super slutty female character that is on the thick side so if you aren't interested in that kind of female character, this story is probably not for you.
-NL
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It was a hot summer's day in 2007 when this took place. I had just recently graduated from high school and had decided to take the summer off so I could hang out with friends and party.
On this particular day, I was riding up and down the winding back roads of the small county that I lived in at the time. I was bored and looking for something to do. My "something to do" came in the form of a text message at around one in the afternoon from a friend named Sara-well friend really wasn't the right word. She was more of an acquaintance really. All I really knew about her was that she was friends with a girl that I had been banging for most of the summer. She was also smoking hat and had really big tits too. Evidently they lived in the same trailer park and they were really good friends. Sara was also recently divorced.
The text message that she sent me asked what I was doing. I told her that I wasn't really doing anything and she replied by saying that I should come over and hang out with her. I had to read the text twice because I wasn't sure if I had read it correctly.
At the time I had no idea why she had texted me because we barely knew each other. However, I wasn't about to turn down an opportunity to assuage my boredom so I told her that I would be at her house (trailer) in about five minutes.
The five minutes went by quickly and I was soon in the small drive that led to her home. Hers was in a more secluded are of the trailer park so there was less of a chance for nosy neighbors to see a man pull up to Sara's home. I didn't care either way though because her divorce was none of my business and I was just there to hang out.
Before I got out of my truck, I went into my glove box and grabbed some cologne. I dabbed it on my face and neck and put it back in my glove box. I hopped out of my truck and walked to her door and knocked. After about a minute of waiting I knocked again. It took a third knock for Sara to finally answer the door.
Sara looked to be in her late 20s. Her soaking wet hair was brown. She wore it down to her shoulders so her hair framed her soft face, brown eyes and thin lips. Her nose was slightly upturned and her ears stuck out slightly but both looked cute on her. Her skin looked smooth and had very few blemishes.
My gaze fell a bit lower and it was then that I realized that she was only wearing a towel. She must've just gotten out of the shower, I thought to myself. My thoughts were very quickly interrupted though by what the towel was barely concealing.
Sara was what you would call "thick," and the towel made it quite clear that she was very well built in all of the right places. Judging from the way the towel stretched, I would've guessed that Sara was easily a DD, maybe even a DDD. I couldn't tell much else about the front of her figure because of the way her tits pushed the towel outward.
"Sorry it took me so long to get to the door," she said. "I was in the shower."
"That's ok," I said back while desperately trying to keep eye contact.
"Come on in and have a seat and I will go and put some clothes on."
"Ok," I replied but secretly wished that she would stay dressed the way she was.
Sara's home wasn't the nicest in the world but it looked like she did her best to keep it as presentable as possible. She led me to the small living room that sported a gigantic TV as its center piece. She told me to have a seat on the couch and I did. It was a big plushy couch so I just plopped down on it and did my best to make myself at home.
"Ok, here is the remote. Feel free to watch whatever you want. I am going run into the bedroom and get dressed really quick."
"Ok."
I watched in admiration as she walked to her room. Her plump ass cheeks peeking out from under the towel with each step she made was slowly but surely making my dick rise. She closed the door and I shifted my focus to something less arousing. I looked around the house, appraising all of the little nick knacks and pictures of family and friends. On one of the side tables was a picture of Sara and her friend Tiffany. Tiffany was the girl I was banging. I started to imagine the two of them together in a raunchy threesome but I was quickly interrupted by Sara's bedroom door opening.
She stepped out of the bedroom wearing a white spaghetti strap top that made it very clear that she was not wearing a bra. The shirt seemed to even make her tits look bigger. They sagged a little, but they still looked very appealing. The top must've had some type of support built into it because the one thing that I could not clearly make out was her nipples. The top also did little to hide a slight stomach that accompanied most women of her build.
I looked further down and saw that the bottom half of her body wasn't covered in much either. She was wearing a black pair of booty shorts that accentuated every very generous curve that this woman had to show and if she was wearing panties at all, they would have had to have been a thong or a g-string.
She sat down next to me and it was at this point that I realized that she had a brown box in her hands.
"Do you smoke weed," she asked, opening the box that was full of rolled joints and a decent sized bag of pot.
"When I get the opportunity to I do, but that isn't very often."
"Do you want to get high with me?"
"Sure," I replied hoping that the pot would distract me from the insanely sexy and scantily clad woman before me.
She pulled a joint out of the box and stuck it to her lips and lit it. She inhaled the smoke deeply, coughing only just a little and then she passed it to me. I was nervous about getting high because I had only done once or twice. I didn't want her to know that though so I followed her lead and took a deep, lung-filling drag off of the joint.
I thought that I was going to die. The minute the smoke entered my lungs it felt like it was stripping the cells from my organs. I coughed violently and I could hear her laughing. A twinge of anger came over me but it was quickly replaced by the euphoric effects from the marijuana.
"Do you need some water," she asked with mercy in her voice and all I could do was nod up and down.
"You don't smoke that often do you," she asked sympathetically.
"Not really," I rasped.
"Yeah, I probably should have warned you that this is some really strong stuff."
"It's ok, I'm getting better now."
Sara took another hit and offered me the joint. I told her no because I was already buzzing really good.
We spent the next ten or so minutes just talking and giggling about stupid shit. She asked me if I was interested in dating Tiffany exclusively and I told her no and that we are just sort of fuck buddies. She said that Tiffany felt the same way. I asked her how long she had known Tiffany and Sara said that they'd met when she moved into the trailer park and they just sort of hit it off.
Our conversation was interrupted by my cell phone going off. I looked at it and saw that Tiffany had texted me. She wanted to know what I was up to. I told her that I was at Sara's and that we were just chilling. Tiffany replied back saying that she was jealous because she was stuck at work. She said for me to have fun and that she would text me again when she got off. The text ended with a little "wink" emoticon.
Shortly after my text conversation ended with Tiffany, Sara's phone went off. She looked at the screen, smiled, texted something back and then closed her phone. I wonder what that was about, I thought to myself. Was that Tiffany that just texted her?
