When I was 18, and had just graduated high school, I was still living at home with my mother. I met up with a guy at the arcade named Todd. Now, I had been playing Gauntlet with my two best guy friends, Pete and Manny, but we had run out of money. I was standing around talking with Pete and Manny and some of the other kids in the Arcade when Todd walked in. He was not anything remarkable to look at, kind of scruffy in fact. But there was a particular scent wafting from him. Follow your nose, it always knows...the smell of pot...
So, I went up to Todd and said hello. Brazen little chicky, that was me. I started flirting with him, and he responded favorably, smiling and pushing his curly brown hair out of his eyes. We talked for awhile and then the Arcade started getting crowded. Todd, it turns out, was 21 years old and had his own apartment. Practically my dream guy. He invited me home for a beer and a smoke. Of course I accepted. Waving goodbye to my buds, I got in Todd's old beater and off we went.
His apartment was a tiny thing, on the second floor above a laundromat. There was a kitchen, a
bathroom and a bedroom - actually the apartment was all one big room, a studio. No place to sit but the bed, so that is where we sat and started smoking a joint and drinking cheap beer. Pretty soon we started kissing and, what do you know, Todd was a great kisser. He nibbled on my lips, swirled his tongue around gently in my mouth and sucked on my tongue. After a few minutes I was panting from the stimulation. Then he stopped to smoke some more, blowing the smoke into my open mouth. We kissed for quite awhile, smoking and drinking between times, and slowly losing pieces of clothing.