I waved goodbye to Fred and the crowd, put my arm around Julie's waist and walked out the door. Once outside Julie turned to me once more, stood on tiptoes, and kissed me passionately on the lips. "I'm so excited!" She effused nearly jumping up and down. "Which is your car?" She asked impatiently.
I pointed to the Ford station wagon in front of us and walked to open the door for her. I walked around, got in and started it up.
"Do you think we should pick up some wine or something?" Julie inquired girlishly.
"We might I guess." I said as I turned the car onto the boulevard. "But I might have something even better." I concluded.
"Oh yeah, what?" She asked.
"I picked up a little bud this afternoon. She just might like that better than wine." I said as I drove toward Peggy's apartment.
Julie responded, "Oh she likes beer?"
I chuckled at that and corrected her, "Not Budweiser. Bud, pot, reefer, marijuana, dope, ya know, a little smoke."
"Oh," She said finally comprehending. "I've never done any of that."
"Well there's a first time for everything I guess." I said as I turned into the parking lot of a convenience store. I needed to pick up some rolling papers and maybe she had a good idea about the wine thing too.
When we finally got to Peggy's apartment house it was almost an hour since I'd talked to her. I knocked on her door and she quickly opened it. She was dressed in her robe and she was clearly angry. "Took you long enough to get here." She said angrily and turned away.
I walked into the room first and said, "Well, we stopped off for a few things on the way."
She turned on me and angrily said, "I'm still mad as hell at you. You better watch it ass hole!"
I handed Peggy the bottle of wine, she took it into the kitchen and returned with an open bottle and three glasses in hand. By that time Julie and I had found seats on the small couch. Peggy handed each of us a glass, poured wine into each glass, and sat down on the couch next to Julie.
I took a nervous sip as Julie placed her hand on my thigh. Peggy said, "Well here we are."
I said, "Yep, you're right." I paused for a second before asking, "You want to smoke some weed?"
"Is the pope catholic?" Peggy responded enthusiastically. "Is it any good?"
"Supposed to be." I stated as I pulled the bud and rolling papers from my pocket. I got up from the couch and moved to the small table next to the window.
Julie and Peggy began to chat amiably and animatedly as I opened the dope up. The pot sure looked good as I broke a piece of bud off and sprinkled it on the rolling paper. The 'hairs' on the bud almost dripped resin, the smell of the weed almost intoxicated me and when I licked the crumbs off my finger and thumb I could taste the resin on my tongue.
I probably could have gotten by with rolling a pin joint, but I rolled two standard sized joints and passed one to Peggy. Peggy smelled the 'J' and said approvingly, "Smells good sonny boy." Before reaching into the drawer on her end table and pulling out a lighter.
Peggy put the joint between her lips and fired it up. She took a long drag, and passed it to Julie. Julie took a big hit and began to cough violently as she passed the joint to me.
Peggy reached over and patted Julie on the back. "That's alright sweetheart." She cooed. "Just take smaller hits." And she put her arm around Julie's shoulder to bring her tight against her.
I took a good hit, held it, and passed the joint to Peggy. Peggy took the Joint and said to me, "I think I need to supercharge her. Don't you think Kenny?"
"Sounds good to me, but why don't you do me first to let her see how it's done." I responded as the smoke rolled from my mouth.
Peggy took a long pull, holding the smoke in her mouth and not inhaling. When she had her cheeks filled with smoke she moved over next to me and motioned for me to lean over toward her. I leaned in and Peggy put her mouth to mine and blew the smoke from her mouth into mine. I inhaled the smoke as Peggy forced into my mouth and lungs. I liked this technique because I got a lungful of smoke and at the same time got a passionate kiss from Peggy.
Peggy pulled back from me and asked Julie, "You ready?"
Julie replied, "About as ready as I'll ever be."
Peggy laughed at the double meaning in her response and moved back to the couch. Then she took another mouthful of smoke. This time before she leaned in to put her lips to Julie she handed me the joint to hold.
Peggy leaned across Julie's body, put her hands to Julie's cheeks and put her lips to Julie's. I could see Julies eyes go wide as Peggy blew a monstrous amount of smoke directly into Julie's lungs.
I watched as Peggy pushed her lips tighter against Julie's. At first Julie seemed faintly surprised, but in the matter of a second or two she began to respond to the fervent pressure against her lips.
"Mmmmmph, ummmmm, ummmmm." The women gasped. It was a single sound that seemed to emanate from both of them simultaneously as the women kissed and squirmed on the sofa.
I watched fascinated as the women began making out. Peggy put her hand to Julie's breast and stroked it admiringly. Julie ran her hand under Peggy's robe and groaned approvingly.
Peggy pulled her lips from Julie's and as smoke rolled from both of their mouths she motioned for me to give the joint back to her. I stood up and put the joint to Peggy's lips and she took another long drag. She finished the drag, shook her head up and down in an approving manner and then leaned in to supercharge Julie once more.
I relaxed in the straight backed chair next to the table, took a drink of wine, a toke of the joint, and sat back to watch the show. It was getting pretty hot and interesting, definitely not for the faint of heart either.
Peggy rolled over almost on top of Julie. Both of her hands were under Julie's blouse and busily stroked those magnificently enhanced mamarries. Peggy pulled her lips from Julies and smoke rolled from them like two dragons. Peggy jerked her head in my direction and I rose and put the joint to her lips once more. She pulled her mouth from the joint and smashed her lips once more to the succulent lips of old Jules.