Cannabis Quencher

Author's Note: It's been a long time since I've published a new story and an even longer time that I've been working on this story! It started off as a one-shot script for a comic but as the laws around cannabis usage changed it then evolved into a short story. However, even though it took me so long to complete, I think I like these two enough that I may write another one.

It should be obvious from the title but this story does contain some cannabis references and usage.

Hope that you enjoy!

The faint patter of rain rattles against a singular rectangle window pane taking up nearly the entire wall of a modern room. Rain and fog were typical in Seattle at this time of year. It was so thick tonight only the pale white of the lamps in a quiet residential neighborhood lined the shrouded street below. No one would ever be able to see anything but a faint neon glow coming from the second floor of a townhouse at the end of the row.

Small yet neat, the open and stereotypical minimalist architecture was filled with a plethora of leafy green plants, pastel furniture, LED lighting strips that cast it in a soft lavender glow, and stacked floral paintings in a corner surrounding a large well-used wooden easel. The easel was the one place where there was a bit of a mess but even that was fairly contained by a lightly splattered canvas tarp on the floor and surrounding walls. Ambient music played softly in the background, something with no talking, light tones, soft flutes, and ocean wave accents.

Yet it didn't damper the cheerful mood of one petite little dark-skinned woman wrapped in a white knit oversized sweater, fluffy slouch socks, and nothing else posing provocatively in front of her computer on a plush shag rug. Cute yet glam with long dark lashes, glassy pink nails, perfectly bronzed makeup, and wavy dark hair cut into a bob just below her jawline - she looked so much the part of a classic pin up with a modern day twist down to her red lipstick.

Even her figure was nearly just right for it. Her breasts made modest mounds against her oversized sweater but her waist was tiny, her hips wide, while her ass and legs were plump yet defined. It was a body that she spent an hour or two on the treadmill in the gym maintaining and she did her best to avoid junk food. Her fridge full of nothing but vegan options, lean meats, fresh fruit, and the weekly tub of ice cream or big candy bar was a testament to that.

Just out of sight of her webcam, an e-nail clicked itself on atop her coffee table to keep a rig hot and ready while a tiny bit of golden oil to dab rests on a long metal tool atop a low acrylic coffee table. A somewhat sophisticated set up clearly for someone who has made cannabis part of their lifestyle.

"Well guys this was fun! But it's time for me to go, I'm tired and it's late-" she says cheerfully to her screen that pings the entire she talks, a chatroom on a cam site that's fairly brimming with fans and admirers. Each 'ping' is a small tip from a crop of usernames, all of them saying their goodbyes. Then there is the sound of gushing coins, a big goodbye tip, which makes the brown-skinned girl blush and giggle cutely.

"Nice try but I took the tip vibrator out, you can try again tomorrow! Same time, boys. Think about me at work and I'll be here right after, okay? Don't forget to follow my Twitter and subscribe to my AVN Stars and OnlyFans linked below if you're new!"

Reaching forward, she takes her mouse and clicks the log off button before closing the window and then her laptop entirely. As soon as the glow of it is off her face, she pulls the webcam's usb cord, sighs aloud, then leans back against her couch and closes her eyes. She'd started getting ready for cam at 1:00pm, signed on once the sun set around 4:00pm and the clock on the wall nearby now said 10:45pm. When the Big Dark came to her city it always screwed up her sense of time.

Eyeing her last dab, she huffs and weighs her options, the pot shop nearby closes at 11:45pm and maybe she could perhaps catch her favorite budtender there to serve her. One of the managers and she suspected co-owners, Lyl.

But she couldn't let Lyl see her in her glammed up work face and it would take time to get all the makeup off and change clothes. Grunting, the girl pushes herself up from the floor and pulls off her wavy, black bob wig. Her own hair is actually an immaculate undercut fade, the top of it plaited tightly so her wig could lay flat, and dyed a shade of powdery pink that took her stylist hours to achieve. Rushing into the bathroom, she wipes away her makeup as carefully as possible without staining her sweater and pulls the braids loose with well practiced fingers.

She looks entirely different from her cam persona, there are freckles on her cheeks and her eyebrows are much sparser but she still has long thick lashes framing her big brown eyes. She went in once a month for refills to make sure of that. Her pastel hair falls to her shoulders in thick waves thanks to the braids, the curls still smelling faintly of coconut oil and rosewater. Leaning into the mirror, the young woman checks for stray eyeliner her wipes missed, splashes water and cleanser on her face, then smooths some moisturizer on her face and over her lips.

Not bad for a woman approaching her thirtieth birthday. She's been mistaken for a college student but those days were long past.

Picking up her phone, she winces at the time and heads downstairs for the door, cursing to herself about driving in the fog and always being late. She has her hand on the knob when she remembers she isn't even wearing pants, panties, shoes or her fanny pack with her keys. Glancing over at her shoe rack, she slips into pastel pink leggings left atop it close to the color of her hair. Sucking her teeth and cursing herself, she clips on the gold fanny pack already filled with essentials beside it, making sure it falls at the smallest part of her waist over her sweater. And lastly, she steps her socked feet into a pair of matching pink slides. Internally, she thanks her past self for thinking so far ahead for her forgetful future self and allows the door to slam shut on her way out.

The pot shop is a short 10 minute drive at the most but it's 11:36pm when she leaves.

And she's just a few minutes too late.

The fog is relentless but thinner here, she can actually see partway down the street but not entirely. Sometimes they stay open a bit after closing if there are still customers and the girl crosses her fingers that there are. Heading up the driveway, she notices a tall figure locking up the darkened "Jade Queen" and some other figures waving goodbye as they walk away. Panicked, she checks her phone and groans but jogs up anyway in hopes that perhaps the security guy might take pity on her and call someone from the back. Hopefully, it would be Lyl.

"Hey! Hey, wait!" She calls out as she runs up, her flip flops slapping loudly on the wet pavement through the fog until she finally makes it to the storefront. Drawing nearer, she realizes the tall figure is broader than she thought and larger than she thought and when they turn around her face heats up immediately in reaction.

It was Lyl locking up. Exactly who she wanted to see but also a clear sign that she was much too late for a grace period.

Lyl is a tall, thickly muscular, and masculine woman with deep brown skin. She was often mistaken for a man and had long since embraced it. Her square jaw, thin lips, short haircut and often simple all black clothing down to her Nikes lent to her handsome androgynous looks but one thing gave her away. Topped with dark, sharply tapered brows that added to her hard appearance, the one soft thing about her were the almond shape of her eyes. They were a brown so deep they appeared black in most light. A gift of her Korean ancestry on her father's side.

"Well, if it isn't a little Kitten come by." She remarks in a deeply smooth voice completed by a soft smile. The smaller pink-haired woman blushes. Lyl had been calling her "Kitten" since her first visit to the Jade Queen some months ago and the nickname stuck. She didn't mind.

Lyl's large hands pull the door in and turn the key on the last lock as she continues, "But you're too late I'm already locked up for the night."

"I got caught up with work and I rushed over here as fast I could," Kitten begins to explain, suddenly aware that she sounds whiny when Lyl turns her attention to her, "and I...I was hoping that maybe uhm-"

"Maybe that I would let you in after hours anyway?"

Kitten brightens immediately at the suggestion, her eyes wide and hopeful, "Please?"

Lyl's smile melts into a knowing grin, her lips pulling back just enough to reveal gold incisors that are almost long enough to be fangs. Kitten always hoped that one day she could at least overhear the story of how she got such particular gold teeth in the first place.

"No can do, it's one of those illegal things you know. Cops could be watching the place waiting to write us up," she explains, stuffing her keys into her pocket, "and it's almost midnight anyway, not this time Kitten."

Groaning, the little woman nods in understanding and stuffs her arms inside the sleeves of her big sweater to shield herself from the foggy night's chill. Her eyes dip to Lyl's hand in her pocket and then cross over to her other one, she's got a brown paper bag tucked against her elbow. That means she got a few things for herself before locking up and that gives Kitten an idea. It's brave and it's risky but she's confident in her looks and in all the subtle signals from past visits that Lyl might be interested.

After all, the door is locked, the shop is officially closed. Lyl could turn around and go home at any time but she remains staring down at her expectantly. Her cat-like gaze seemed to wait for something else to happen.

"I...I understand but-" Kitten swallows, it's the perfect time to do what she's always dreamed of. It's after hours and the two of them just happen to be alone but she didn't think she'd be this nervous, "You got something for yourself, right? What did you get?"

Lyl raises a brow at the question then glances down at the paper bag under her arm as if she had forgotten it had been there all along. She chuckles, looks back at the pastel femme and answers, "Some concentrates and nugs I'm supposed to sample before we buy. I test drive almost everything myself before we set it up in store."

"Oh, I didn't know you did all that too..." Kitten replies then pauses to gather her courage again, "Would you like to come by my place to try one or two? I have a rig and a clean bong in the freezer and I'm not far away."

Once more Lyl grins in that way that makes Kitten grateful her blush doesn't show up on her dark skin. She's embarrassed that she may have seemed too eager. It's easy to imagine that women throw themselves at Lyl all the time.

Shifting her weight so she can lean against the door, the tall woman crosses her large arms over her chest and it makes her already tight shirt stretch further over her broad front. Lyl had almost no breasts to speak of but Kitten always assumed that she perhaps wore a sports bra if not a binder to suppress them.

"You know that could be considered cannabis delivery, which is illegal in the great state of Washington, little Kitten." There is an air of a warning in her voice but a dare also, as if it's not just the government they have to consider in taking this step. If Kitten even minded it at all, it doesn't show, she's high off the adrenaline fueling her sudden surge of confidence.

"I wouldn't pay you or anything. The shop is closed and it's just friends sharing in the privacy of my own home!" The pastel femme says this mockingly loud and with a big grin, as if she were making sure that any hidden cameras or recording devices would be able to pick up her words.

"Friends, huh?" Lyl asks, clearly enjoying this exchange. "Will there be refreshments?"

The smaller woman blinks blankly for a moment, the question having caught her off guard, then replies with a nervous laugh, "Of course! I have juice and tea-"

"Something soft and sweet to eat after we smoke?" Lyl chimes in with a pleased smile. One that gets even wider, revealing all four of her golden incisors when the double meaning dawns on Kitten. Shocked at the surge of warmth going through her, she fidgets in her big sweater. They'd had their little flirtatious conversations before when she came in but it was nothing as intense as this.

"Y-yes, yes I think so."

"I'll follow you. My car isn't far and I know you're the white one." Righting herself, the tall woman turns around to head toward said vehicle. Kitten can only bite her lip as she watches her go, the girl can hardly believe her luck!

The drive is the longest ten minutes of Kitten's life.

Every few seconds she looks up to make sure that Lyl's headlights don't suddenly stop, turn, or outright disappear in the fog but they follow steadily behind her. Later, her hands tremble as she punches in the code to enter the first floor hallway of her townhome and she hopes Lyl doesn't notice.

They are immediately greeted in the long corridor by her ambient music and the soft glow of the lavender lights still on in the living room above. Kitten removes her shoes at the door and turns to ask Lyl to do the same but closes her mouth instead. A swell of gratefulness rises in her to see that her new guest is already doing so and places her Nikes neatly on the rack next to her own.

"Don't worry about the door it locks on its own, the nail and everything is upstairs..." the pastel woman's voice fades as she leads her guest down the dark bare hall, the glossy wooden floorboards hardly making a sound beneath their weight until they ascend the stairs.

The living room was just as Kitten left it. Her laptop lay dormant on the rug, the Sonos still played her ambient Spotify playlist, and to her horror her webcam and tossed wig were still out. She was sure she could explain that away if need be. Nearly everyone had a webcam nowadays, even obviously expensive ones like hers. And lots of other femmes wore wigs just for fun right? It was lucky that she was too lazy to put up her studio lights for work earlier.

Rushing over to gather up her equipment, she smiles nervously at Lyl and gestures to the couch, "Let me just put this in my room upstairs. Have a seat? Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back!"

Without another word, she whisks away up another set of stairs to her bedroom above.

Kitten's bedroom is also filled with green plants, LED strip lights, and pastel colors complete with a pink four poster bed plushly made up with matching pillows. She tosses her laptop and webcam on the bed then heads to her closet, a walk-in that's near overflowing with clothes.

Pastel and neutral colored everyday clothing lined one side while the other held a variety of lingerie, tight dresses, multiple pairs of stripper heels, a rainbow of hanging wigs, and even latex outfits that were carefully bagged to keep them pristine on the other. Everything she wore was very femme, very floral, very girly. A complete contrast to the black clad woman downstairs, her first guest in she doesn't even know how long.

Realizing that she's breathing very hard at the thought of Lyl in her home, Kitten hangs her wig up swiftly. Before she closes the door, she looks herself over in the mirror hung on it, hurriedly unclips her fanny pack, and tosses it onto the floor. The young woman smooths out her sweater, suddenly aware that she has not been wearing a bra or panties this whole time, then runs her fingers through her thick cotton candy hair. She attempts to fluff it out a bit further but she looks much the same. Like a frightened deer.

"You'll be fine, it's just a bowl or two. You get naked and fuck yourself for money on camera every night like all the time, this is just...this is just Lyl." Again she takes a deep breath to calm herself after whispering her affirmations to her reflection. She then turns with her head held high and begins heading down the stairs to the living room below.

It's the strong smell that hits her first, the sound of a flint lighting, and then the familiar bubbling of a bong. Sitting cross legged on the shag carpet, Lyl leans back comfortably against the pink sectional sofa with the bong from the fridge nestled comfortably in her lap. As Kitten approaches she releases an enormous white cloud of smoke without even a hint of coughing. It hangs in the air between the two women, the cannabis giving a subtle glint to Lyl's dark eyes and making the hostess feel a tingle in her leggings.

"Oh good, you found it," says Kitten, taking her time to kneel next to the larger woman and tuck her legs beneath her, "how's it taste?"

"Good, very lemony." Lyl replies, handing the large bong over, "And I hope you don't mind that I-"

Her dark eyes drop to the bong in Kitten's lap, the neck of it so long that it rests between the woman's breasts and makes the braless mounds more noticeable. As if to play off the brief pause in her speech, Lyl leans forward to light the bowl for the smaller woman and she in turn takes the cue to bow her head over the mouthpiece.

"I hope that you don't mind that I began without you, don't want to keep you up too late."

Kitten inhales deeply, much more deeply than she normally would, and immediately regrets it. She coughs loud and fully, her lungs pulling deep down to expel every last cloud of smoke from her body. Her eyes burn and she tries her hardest not to drool as she doubles over. On the edge of her hearing, she can hear Lyl's soft chuckles and feel her firm hand rub her back in small circles.

"Easy, easy," Lyl says bemusedly, gold incisors flashing when she smiles, "bit off more than you can chew, huh?"

Slowly, Kitten regains her composure and nods eagerly in admission, her eyes already shot red. This makes Lyl laugh even more as she reaches for the bong to finish off the leftover smoke still sitting in the water chamber. It might be less potent and maybe even stale by now but the large woman seems to enjoy it all the same.

"Not funny!" Kitten insists brattily, she's smiling and laughing now as well but the blush on her face is still there. "It's been awhile since I smoked any flower or even used that bong."

"I could tell by the frost on it when I looked in the fridge." Lyl gestures to a wall to their right that held all her appliances, fridge included. In an open concept space, it served its purpose as a place to do a bit of cooking but nothing else. "And besides, you almost never buy any bud, only concentrates."

Kitten looks like she might protest but then seems to think better of it, her guest was telling the truth. She did like doing dabs a lot more lately, she couldn't even remember the last time she bought regular weed.

"You're right," the pastel femme says, leaning against her couch now that her cough has cleared, "I wanted to buy wax tonight, I'm all out."

"Mmn, I can smoke for the both of us." Lyl replies, she's already in the middle of packing another bowl.

Kitten watches as she methodically empties out the ashes in an unused ashtray and uses a pocket-sized grinder to get the next round ready. She can't keep her eyes off Lyl's hands as she does it. Her palms seem large and her fingers are long and strong. She likely didn't even need the grinder to break up her weed sometimes.

Once that's done, she packs the bowl with fresh bud and lights it to take a hit. For a brief moment, the warm glow of the fire lights up Lyl's handsome face and the dark pools of her eyes. Her lips press against the top of the long neck before she inhales and the chamber bubbles with the strong pull of her lungs. Kitten is practically entranced with the ritual of it and wishes that she was the bong being handled so carefully in Lyl's lap.