(This story is a combination of characters created by me and Cbsummers, and it is actually a prequel to Cbsummers' story Field Trip Follies. To say that he helped me by editing this story doesn't even cover how much he did. He was in reality my co-author. Thanks, Cb. I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.)
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It was the beginning of summer as Amy Gleason sat with her friends Alyson Ferrie and Dana Lee Pruitt. Each dangled their feet in the pool occupying the Pruitt's backyard. The afternoon sun was high and bright in the cloudless, Florida sky. Amy giggled as she coughed and released the smoke she'd been keeping deep in her lungs. Then she passed the bong she'd been holding to her friend Alyson Ferrie. As Alyson wrapped her lips around the mouth of the bong, Amy relit it and watched as Alyson then sucked the marijuana smoke just as deeply into her lungs. She tried to hold it as long as Amy had but was soon coughing and releasing the smoke before passing the long tube shaped bong over to her best friend Dana Lee Pruitt.
As Dana Lee accepted her brother's bong from Alyson, Amy's phone began to ring. She fished it out of her purse and smiled when she saw Rashawne Williams' number on the phone. She immediately pressed the talk button and said, "Hey, handsome."
"What you doing?" Rashawne asked.
"Getting high with Alyson and Dana Lee."
"Who are they?"
Amy rolled her eyes and said, "You know who they are."
"No," he said. "Seriously. Which ones are they?"
"Alyson is the red head."
"Oh yeah, the chic with the ghetto booty and the nice rack."
"That's her."
"Who's the other one?"
"Come on. You know who Dana Lee is. She's a flag twirler in the Colorguard with Alyson, and she plays volleyball." Amy used her shoulder to secure the phone to her ear while Dana Lee held the bong up to her mouth so Amy could form her lips around it and suck her lungs full of smoke.
"Tall, blonde chick? Real skinny? Looks like she's anorexic?"
Amy released the smoke she'd been holding and enjoyed the fog, that was beginning to set in around her brain. That slow, heavy, everything is far away feel you got when you've smoked really good weed. She watched as Dana Lee passed the bong to Alyson. "She's not that skinny. She just wears baggy clothes all the time. If you saw the little yellow bikini she has on right now, you'd be drooling over her sweet little ass."
"She's got no tits at all."
Amy giggled. "That's true."
"Yellow bikini though?"
"Yep."
"Thong?"
"No," Amy shook her head as Alyson tried to pass the bong back to her. "Just regular bikini panties."
"What's the other one wearing?"
"Alyson?"
"Yeah, the one with the tits."
"She's got a green bikini. Same style. Matches her eyes."
"You ever see her naked?"
"Rashawne!"
"Just wondered if she had a red bush. Bet she's got freckles on her tits too."
"Did you just call me to be an asshole? Or did you have something in mind?"
"You working tonight?"
"Nope."
"Shit," he said. "I'm working. I was hoping you'd be there. Make the shift pass by faster."
"Sorry," Amy said. "I'm off tonight and all weekend too. Ericka is doing everything she can to cut my hours."
"Why would she do that?"
"Don't play stupid, Rashawne."
"I don't have to play. Seriously... I've told you a dozen times, there's nothing going on between me and Erika. She's the boss! And she's.. what? In her thirties at least! I mean, give me some credit. She's just playing mind games with you."
Amy giggled and took a short hit off the bong before Alyson broke it apart and repacked it from the bag of weed they'd swiped from Dana Lee's brother. Then she said, "Why'd you call?"
"You didn't tell what you're wearing yet."
"That's right. I didn't"
"Come on."
Partly from the effects of the weed and partly from being a little embarrassed to describe how naked she was, Amy giggled again. "I have this teeny tiny bikini I bought at the Town Center."
"Go on."
"It's gold. What there is of it. Barely covers anything at all. Just some gold material over my privates and some gold string the size of really thick dental floss."
"Mmmm. Sounds yummy."
Amy giggled. "Yeah. I was nervous putting it on. Dana Lee's brother is here, but he's in his room asleep. Stoned off his ass actually. Dana Lee went and stole his bong and his stash and he didn't even move."
"Damn. I bet you look hot in that. Gold material huh? Shiny?"
"Yeah. It's shiny."
"Sweet. That fits you. Short, curly blonde hair, deep blue eyes, tan and just a little glitter to cover up with."
"Rashawne," Amy said. "I know you didn't call just to see what we were wearing."
"Let's get together and kick it some tomorrow. Since you're off all day."
"Okay," Amy said. "What do you want to do?"
"Figure it out tomorrow. You coming by to get your check tonight?"
"Yeah."
"Sweet. I'll see you at the store then."
"Yeah. See you," Amy said right before she clicked off the phone and dropped it back into her purse.
Minus the distraction, the three friends sat in their bikinis in the shallow end of Dana Lee's pool passing and relighting her brother's bong until there was no weed left in the bowl and none in the bag to re-pack it with. When the bong had completely burned out, Dana Lee stood to her full 5' 10" and walked the bong back into her house so she could sneak it back into her brother's room before he woke up. Amy watched Alyson admire Dana Lee's slim, firm ass as she walked to the house. She smiled. Alyson was so hopelessly in love with their friend that it was amazing that no one seemed to recognize it except for Amy.
The three had been close friends since they were five and six years old and their mothers had enrolled them in the same gymnastics slash dance class. Amy and Alyson's mothers were actually partners in the same law firm, so Amy knew why Alyson did her best to keep how she felt about Dana Lee to herself. Imagine Anne Coulter with red hair and breast augmentation and you'd have Alyson's mother. Completely 100 percent tea bag conservative, and completely anti-gay. Poor Alyson didn't have a chance in the world to be herself. Such a shame, Amy thought. Because Dana Lee really did have a cute butt.
Alyson looked over at Amy and said, "What are you giggling at?"