"Far out man that is some good shit," Matt says, his voice strained from trying to keep the hit of marijuana smoke in.
"Hey dude you have said that every time you've taken a hit. And you've taken a bunch."
"OK smart ass, how many?" He asks handing his friend Pete the joint.
The radio tuned to the newest underground FM channel is on low as to not alert the neighbors of the kids cutting class. The DJ announces the next song, but no one is listening, "From the movie that is defining the times we are living in, Easy Rider the Brotherhood of Man plays "Don't Bogart that Joint."
Pete takes a long deep drag, "Hun?"
Matt starts to chuckle then, having failed to choke back the hit breaks into laughter falling over rolling on the floor laughing in spasms completely losting it. Pete tries not to lose his hit, but he can't. Watching his friend he has a fit of his own letting loose with a belly laugh spraying mucus and saliva as he joins his friend rolling on the floor. A minute or two later the laughter subsides and a third voice buts in.
"Can't you dudes control your selves? You gonna bogart the joint or pass it over to me?" Pete, still chuckling hands it too her, after all Suzie is his girlfriend. She takes a hit and passes it to Matt.
"No, that's enough for me."
"Whoa man, you sure?" Pete grabs it, "I'll take it, I lost mine back there."
"Hey speaking of losing it," Matt says.
Suzie blushes, Pete glares at his friend. When he can't hold his breath and the hit anymore says, "Be cool will ya."
"Its cool dude just –"
"Just nothin'. It don't concerned you."
"What concerns me," she looks at each in turn, "is getting to the Rock Festival at Altamont it is supposed to be bigger than Woodstock. I'm not going to miss it because you two dudes are to lame to get rides."
"That's what I'm talking about." Matt says vindicated, "My older brother might take us, but he's just hooked up with the local Jesus Freaks out of Hope Chapel and if he thinks you guys are fucking he won't take us. He don't care if you are 18, it is that premarital shit, you know go to hell if you ain't married."
"But the pot, and mushrooms and shit is OK?"
"Yea, he says that is how first found God."
"Sound fucking weird to me, but yeah I'll do my best to keep my hands off of Suzie." As he talks to Matt, Pete slowly moves his hand toward Suzie's tit. She gently slaps his hand before he gets to close. "See it won't be a problem." They all laugh.
Matt stands up, "I gotta split, if I ain't home when my Mom's gets there with dinner all cooked she gets really bent outta shape, and you know how hitchhiking across town is such a bummer." At the door he looks back across room at his two friends. The long rays of the setting autumn sun shimmer thought the smoke filled room giving everything a golden hue. His friends arms around each other laying on the floor look up at him, they have a reddish tinge reminiscence of the ripples of heat coming off newly laid asphalt wet and ready for impregnation of rocks and gravel to hold it together. He waves, sighs, and shuts it behind him.
Before the door was closed they were sitting up, knee to knee shot gunning the joint. A few months ago they realized that with a roach clip on the joint they could French kiss with it in their mouths blowing smoke from one to the other. With the hotbox in Pete's mouth Suzie takes a hit blowing the smoke into his mouth. Every few seconds she would suck air in from the side and continue. She coughs trying to take a third hit breaking the lip lock but it was only paper by then anyway.
Laying on her back she stares at the open beam ceiling of his bedroom a separate room above the attached garage at the back of his parents house. He had painted the ceiling with white paint to match the summer constellations and the Milky Way. She smiles, I want my son to be as smart as he is. The west wall of his room is a glass door allowing them an unobstructed view of the western horizon. The setting sun was burning the ocean with it touch beginning its plunge into its wet and dark depths.
In the background the FM radio DJ continues to talk unnoticed. "I know the sponsor's are not going to like what I'm about to do for you, but it ain't about them, it is about you, and the music being played the way the artist want it played. Maybe someday there will be commercial free radio beamed down from outer space, like the pirate radio stations in England, but until then, I give you, for your listening pleasure is the long version of Light My Fire by The Doors."
He leans over and kisses her. She opens her mouth and their tongues playfully touched and entwine. His kisses touch her and stir feelings in her that she has been told are dirty, that a proper young lady shouldn't feel. She is losing the battle, her body knows what it wants, nipples harden, pussy contracts, her body burns for his caress. She feels betrayed by her body by how it craves his touch, it lives for his attention. Trying to fight it she thinks this must be how my mother feels, she is always telling me what an animal my father is but when they don't know I am watching she does the very things she tells me are disgusting. The things I hope he will be doing to me. She smiles, and I will do to him.
He moves closer pushes up her tank top to kiss her abdomen. The heat from his hands and kisses engulf her. His hands moving ahead of his kisses slide under the tank top pushing her padded bra over her petite breasts. His breath brushing against their unaccustomed naked softness evokes moans. He runs his tongue in between them then around her left between them again to circle her right one. She claws the carpet trying to keep her body under her control.
He takes her breast completely into his mouth sucking and flicking her large nipple with his tongue. Her body wins the battle as an explosion of liquid heat so pleasurable as to be nearly painful erupts deep with-in her, her body quivers. She is surprised as her panties become damp.
He slides his hand down to her cut off jean shorts unsnapping them. They unzip themselves as he slides his hand under her panties. He is nearing the trail head leading to a teenage boy's El Dorado. His parents are working and not due back for another hour, but unlike Matt, he doesn't have to cook dinner. They'll be long gone before they came home. She moans softly spreading her legs to give me better access.
His hand slides through her thick pubic hair gently touching her pussy lips. She shivers with anticipation as he opens her up slipping his finger into her. She wiggles her hips and pussy trying to get as much of him as she can. Her pussy is warm and wet on his fingers. His growing cock quickly hardens at the whiff of her musty aroma.
They have finger fucked before, but he senses today is different. He sits up adjusting his button fly bell bottoms trying to give his cock more room. Her eyes, sensual slits, peer up at him. She smiles seeing the budge in his pants reaches out touching it. A small spot of darkness appears above the buttons. Looking at her spread out before him, breasts petite ripe orbs with small puffy and faintly darker areola topped by hard cock like nipples. His hand under her shorts buried in black bushy mass of pubic hair the wet spot grows.
He slides his fingers in and out, fingering her clit with his thumb, as he again sucks her tit flickering her nipples with his tongue. He adds another finger hoping she won't notice as he sucks hard on her nipples. He goes deep into her pussy as she twitches close to coming. Her voice deep with want she asks for more and harder. She arches her pelvis trying to get his hand as deep into her as she can. She comes with a gush of cum and tremors. He continues to suck her breast and pound her pussy with his fingers as she with many moans and pelvis thrusts tries to cum again. After what seems for him a long time, but not long enough for her she lowers her pelvis back to the ground and sighs.
Shifting position to remove the button sticking into the tip of his cock through his cotton briefs he asks her, "Can you imagine how much better it would feel if my big hard cock was inside you?"
