Looking to my left, I was still somewhat shocked at her beauty. Her flowing hair the color of a newly lit fire, her face milky white, with shockingly blue eyes. Her mascara made her eyes even more prominent and infinitely sexier. She had a very deep shade of red lipstick on, much darker than her hair. She was wearing a blue top, very preppy, showing a lot of her breasts. The mini skirt she wore accentuated her shapely legs, which were just dying to get a tan. I gazed and wondered how such a perfect creature could exist.
"Jesus, Chris, what the fuck are you staring at? Are you gonna light that bowl or what?" Sandra croaked out. The piece I held between my lips, with the noxious odor of blueberry headies emanating from it was quickly lit. Holding in my breath, I quickly passed the piece to my sexy driver. Upon exhale, the usual taste of blueberries filled my throat, and the long day of classes melted away.
"Fuck... this is godly... where did you pick this up?" I questioned.
"Davis got this last night. I figured you'd enjoy it." Sandra replied. She wasn't wrong. Headies hadn't been in the city for weeks, and a bowl cruise was all I had wanted all day. Once the bowl was cashed, Sandra drove us back to her apartment. As a junior at the local college, she had decided to get a dorm. I, the lowly freshman, still resided in the filthy dorms. Whenever I had the chance, however, I slept at Sandra's place (we knew each other from high school) and traded a filthy, flimsy bed for a nice mattress, clean sheets, and the unbearable sexual frustrations that came from knowing that the sexiest girl I had ever known was a wall away from me. Not to mention the fact that Sandra enjoyed walking around in nothing but lingerie before heading out every morning.
"You wanna spark another bowl?" Sandra asked.
"Nah, I don't really feel like it." My rejection of the weed had more to do with the fact I was already unbelievably horny, and weed just increased that. Sandra, however, smoked another to her dome. We put on "Dazed and Confused," got food for the munchies, and let the high course through our bodies.
After numerous greasy snacks and a movie, we popped in "Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle" as our last stoner movie of the night. I was beginning to feel the headies wearing off, so Sandra and I sparked one more as the movie began. After cashing that bowl, Sandra paused the movie and walked away. Confused (but not in a mental position to give a flying fuck), I sat nearly incapacitated on the couch. Sandra returned a few minutes later in a blue bra that barely held her C-cup tits and a matching pair of blue panties. She also carried a handle of Bacardi 151 and a half-full bottle of Jack Daniels.
"I figured you'd want some, you know?" She explained while tossing me the Jack Daniels. She took a swig from the 151, and gasped as she swallowed. "Fuck that's good!" She exclaimed. I nursed my Jack Daniels, not really feeling like I needed it, watching the movie with the bare minimum of attention. When the scene with Freak Show's wife came on, I felt myself getting hard. Soon, all eight inches of me was standing at attention. Glancing at Sandra, I noticed her eyes were closed, she was biting her lower lip, and she was emitting barely audible moans. Realizing what she was doing under the blanket, I gasped (and almost came on the spot). My gasp shocked Sandra out of her state of ecstasy.
"What's wrong?" She asked, feigning innocence. Searching my brain for an excuse of any worth proved exceedingly difficult at the moment, either because of the weed or what I had just viewed.
"I, uhh, I was just, umm... Uhh, this will sound really embarrassing, but Freak Show's wife just, uhh, got me really hard," I stuttered.
"Really?" Said Sandra, "Are you sure that was it?" She eyed me with the type of look I had to catch myself not to give her all the time. It was a look of unbridled sexuality, and my brain couldn't comprehend even the poorest of lies.
