I've never been that into drugs. But I like to experiment with mind alteration though. So far the only thing I've tried is weed. Me and my friends are 18 and all they do is smoke everyday. Hell, it's such a common thing, even their own moms smoke with them! I occasionally go outside and take a few hits when my friends come over to hang out. I don't think I've ever done more than half a blunt and due to my infrequent sessions, it hits me hard every time; the indica's knock me off my ass especially. After I smoke, I say bye to my friends and go find something relaxing to do at home alone.
Well, one day I decided to take a step outside my comfort zone and leave my house to smoke with my friends. We went to my buddy Kitson's house. He has a pretty large house. It might even be considered a mansion but I don't know.
We were getting ready to smoke when Kitson pulls out a behemoth of a pipe. The bowl was the size of a softball. And he was feeling extra excited to try it out so he brought the best stuff he could. The nugs were literally purple and he had well over ten.
"Goddamn, dude, I've never seen a pipe or weed like that!" I exclaimed with wonder.
We used a blowtorch to light it and when the pipe got to me, I took a tiny hit due to how potent it was. I passed it to the next guy, only to have it returned to me.
"Nahh dude, you have to take a man hit out of this" said my squinty eyed (from the weed) friend Chris. "Kit's mom just came in here and took several big hits! She's just a girl, pussy."
"Hell no!!" I exclaimed. "I just did a quarter blunt hit probably. I can't do the same amount as you! I freak out."
After complaints that I was wasting the expensive weed, I succumbed to peer pressure and took 4 deep inhalations and reached a super, crazy high.
Feeling heavy and weird, I decided to go nap in the entertainment room across the house and up the stairs. I got there excited to sit on the softest couch you could ever imagine, only to find Kit's mom sitting there in lazy day clothing; an athletic tank top and some short shorts made out of the material used in yoga pants.
"Oh sorry, I didn't know you would be here. I just like your couch haha," I said. I can't communicate or function while high, so I was stuck there trying to find a way to ask for the couch to lay down on.
She took the initiative and said, "You don't bother me. You're the only friend of my son's that I like."
She then went on a rant about how I'm the only friend that is polite and don't take advantage of her son's naive nature. The kind of rant people do when they're high.
I wasn't listening at all due to the fact that the weed hit me like a train and just laying on the couch felt like heaven. I layed down and stretched my feet out; accidentally pushing up against Kit's mom's nice ass that rivaled Kim Kardashian's. In fact, she was the closest thing to Kim from face down to her legs. The warmth sent electric signals up my legs and my dumb ass was there pushing on her ass like a cat does with its paws.