Story 2
It was late on a rainy Saturday night and as usual, Michelle had opted to have another in by herself.
Although the town had a pretty vibrant night time scene, she had never been one for noisy clubs and bars, particularly where the only clientele seemed to be gaggles of thirsty loud students. It always seemed to be a waste of time for her. Any chance of conversation was rendered almost impossible and the majority of the entertainment on offer was always mediocre at best.
Another reason for staying in was that inevitably, her two flatmates were going to be out of the flat until the early hours of the morning. This proved to Michelle to be a very attractive prospect given her more pressing urges.
Abby and Rosa, now regular partners in crime, hit the town without fail every Saturday night. On this particular evening, by about 9pm, and a after few swiftly guzzled bottles of wine which served to save get their party well and truly started, they left their small student flat and set off to the local pub to meet their large noisy circle of friends. As she then had whole place to herself, a circumstance which allowed the outwardly timid redhead to be as free as she wished to engage in some pleasure.
It was a slightly chilly evening. Michelle waited until she heard the two girls hurridly shout their goodbyes before hearing the door slam shut. She relaxed further as the sound of their voices became fainter and finally disappeared completely as they descended the stairs, still nattering continuously.
As Michelle emerged from her room, she realised that the flat was filled with the sweet smell of cannabis. Two bottles of cheap fizzy wine also lay empty on the kitchen table.
Out of force of habit, Michelle always tided up after her flatmates, more so for her own peace of mind than for their benefit. She didn't like mess much, It made her feel unsettled.
Deliberately, she placed the bottles in the recycling and disposed of the still faintly smouldering contents of the ashtray. Then she cracked open the window in the kitchen and also the one in the living room so as to allow a light draft of fresh air to ventilate the room. In truth, she didn't mind the sweet smell that was wafting about. It was heady and incense like.
As Michelle continued to tidy the mess in their shared kitchen, she remembered that her flatmate, Rosa had rolled her a joint as a little gift after the last time that they had socialised at home together.
On that evening, Abby had, yet again, stopped out with her latest conquest, so the two of them had enjoyed some time alone chatting over a glass of wine.
Michelle much preferred Rosa's company to Abby's anyway. She always felt that she didn't really get a look-in when the three of them were together. Abby had a tendency to always take control of conversation, although her chat was often quite teenage, basic and a bit mundane to Michelle.
Whilst Rosa, (who seemed infinitely more sophisticated), enjoyed Abby's love of fun and carefree nature it was this rather than her intellect that made them friends, Michelle thought.
Rosa, a Spanish exchange student from Madrid, definitely had a bit more to her. Although from very different backgrounds they had discovered that they shared a passion for fine art and literature and Michelle had bonded with her over a mutual appreciation of the dark and disquieting paintings of the Spanish artist, Goya.
In celebration of the free flat, Michelle decided that she was going to smoke that joint, safe in the knowledge that because the girls had already had one before they left, that they would be none the wiser to her indulgence. She didn't want to face any schoolgirl scrutiny or judgement.
Having made her mind up, she retrieved the joint that Rosa had rolled for her from her bedside drawer along with a lighter that lay on the coffee table in the living room before settling back down at the kitchen table.
Clumsily she lit it and took some faltering puffs. It tasted strong; as if Rosa had rolled it with very little tobacco, so it was beautifully heady with the scent of the flowers and not so harsh on her lungs.
Michelle was by no means an experienced smoker but she had dabbled before. She had enjoyed some memorable times with her close friends whilst in sixth form college. She remembered fondly how the drug had given a feeling of carefree openess and how it felt deliciously daring to be a bit naughty.
The smoke rose from the tip of the joint into the air and drifted towards the window above the sink. It was hypnotic to watch. For the girl who was outwardly known as reserved, again, it was wonderfully satisfying to be a rebel for a small while at least.
After the joint was finished, Michelle decided to take a nice hot shower and change into some more comfortable clothes. She was beginning to feel the effects and was now becoming blissfully relaxed and dreamy but at the same time not at all tired.
The shower was invigorating, just on the edge of being too hot, exactly how she liked it. She used an exfoliating mitten to scrub her skin which made it tingle all over. As the steam filled the bathroom, she began to lightly graze the glove across her sensitive hardening pink nipples then over her torso, occasionally letting the textured glove brush between her legs.
It seemed that the weed had made her senses a little more heightened than usual and it felt indulgent to caress herself so langerously, especially in the knowledge that she had the house to herself.
After her shower, Michelle dried herself with a thick white cotton bath towel and carefully rubbed moisturiser all over herself. It was scented with rose and felt great as it soaked into her skin.
Her high had reached a nice level, the initial more powerful sensation of the drug replaced now with a pleasant, warming buzz.
Feeling refreshed, Michelle returned to the kitchen and dived into the kitchen cupboard to retrieve a bottle of sherry that she had tucked away a few months ago after a party. She was hoping to prolong the relaxed high that the joint had given her and also craved something a little sweet.
Michelle had never been much of a drinker but she liked the taste of the warming fortified wine as it slipped down her throat.
As she sat once more at the kitchen table,she noticed Rosa's laptop nestled amongst some of her library books and research papers.
Michelle, in her slightly inebriated state, was taken with a thought. She wanted to have a look at Rosa's music collection seeing if there were any songs or artists that she liked the sound of.
Whilst scanning the home screen for the music apps, she observed all the usual shortcuts and programs on the desktop. An essay on Goya that Rosa was working on was also on the task bar which caught Michelle's eye.
Unable to find the music app that she was looking for at first glance, Michelle nonchalantly clicked on the web browser which sat next to the essay document on the task bar.
As the minimised tab opened, Michelle immediately bit her lip hard. A web page sprung up and swiftly loaded.
Seemingly, Rosa had not only been engaged in her research for the essay and Michelle was presented with a full screen video from a well known porn site.
The scene before her showed two partially clothed young women in their early twenties. They were sensually kissing, their limbs wrapped closely together on a sofa. They undressed each other further, sucking hard on each other's exposed breasts, their bodies moving together mesmerisingly.
