“Whaddya think? Should we get high?” Sarah had not shown any signs that she was cool, so the question came as a complete shock to Jenn. “I haven’t lit up since my high school graduation,” Sarah continued.
Jenn wasn’t altogether unfamiliar with smoke. She lost many a night in high school in the familiar haze, and since coming to college had found a small group who would occasionally light up. She loved the “floaty” feeling, as she called it, that she got when she was stoned. She described it once as the “feeling of a long-jumper right after he’s jumped and his legs are still moving, as if he’s running, but instead of running on the ground he’s running on the air.”
Grass gave her one other feeling…it made her horny. And though she knew that since she didn’t have a boyfriend she’d end the night with her hands down her pants relieving her tension, she agreed. “Let’s light one!”
Sarah pulled a small baggie from her book bag. In it was 2 joints and a pack of matches. She giggled as Jenn placed a towel at the crack of the door and turned off the ceiling lights. Lit only by the lamp hanging from the bottom of Sarah’s loft they sat closely on the old sofa.
“Shouldn’t we open the window?” asked Sarah.
“No way! It’s 10 degrees outside! We’ll just spray some air freshener every once in a while.” Jenn was sort of nervous about her “solution.” The dorm mother was well known for being able to sniff out beer, boys, and contraband. But Jenn’s time at school was going to be on her terms, even if it meant a black mark.
Attending the small, Franciscan college in Indiana wasn’t Jenn’s first choice, but her father gave her the option of sending her there and paying her way, or letting her go to a public institution and dealing with student loans and other costs on her own. Though it cramped her style, logic prevailed and she acquiesced to her father’s preference. The education was as good as she’d get anywhere else, but the lack of parties and the strict rules about boys made Jenn sneer every time she mentioned her college by name. “St. Frumpys” she called it.
“Here come old flat top, he come movin’ up slowly…” The Beatles came from the boombox to help set the mood. Sarah reached across to turn it down; no need attracting more attention than necessary.
As Sarah reached for the boombox Jenn caught a whiff of Sarah’s perfume. Musky, almost masculine, yet it seemed to be perfectly matched to Sarah’s chemistry. Not that Sarah was manly…quite the opposite was true. Sarah was a girlie-girl, scared of spiders, almost immature around boys, and “grossed out” when the conversation turned to sex. But Sarah was a beautiful girl; black hair, dark eyes, and an olive complexion portrayed her Greek heritage. Her slim 5’4” frame was nicely developed; with firm B-cup breasts and a fine fanny she could turn heads. Sarah often chose to hide her figure, though, uncomfortable with the looks that more form-fitted clothing garnered. Jenn often secretly admired Sarah when Sarah was changing.
Jenn was no slouch, either. Certainly more self-confident and “worldly” (a word the nuns used-often followed by a frown and “tsk-tsk.”), Jenn enjoyed all of the attention she got. Often wearing jeans and a t-shirt or sweatshirt, anyone who cared to notice would be impressed with her. Jenn stood almost 2 inches taller than Sarah and was slightly heavier-chested, though in a pinch they could probably share underwear. Jenn had mousey-brown hair and deep brown eyes. Her full lips and high cheekbones made her spectacularly lovely. She flirted, and would blow a guy on the first date if she were attracted to him.
The match glowed in front of Sarah’s face and Jenn giggled seeing Sarah looking cross-eyed at the joint as she lit it. Sucking in the smoke and feeling that knot form in her throat while she tried to hold it in without choking, Sarah didn’t want Jenn to know that she wasn’t particularly good at this sort of thing. The giggle hadn’t helped.
Jenn took the joint from Sarah’s hand and drew in her first breath. The music mixed with the smoke and the baby powder air freshener as Jenn and Sarah smoked down their weed. The conversation was a stream-of-consciousness affair that went from English Lit to cafeteria food to “Rocky,” their dorm mother. They laughed and choked, smiled and stared. Soon the joint was gone and they settled into an uncomfortable, unsettled silence.
Jenn was thinking simultaneously of Doritos and cock…she had neither on hand. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all. The nearest convenience store was 5 blocks away and it was too cold to walk. The nearest bar was even farther, and besides, she hated going there looking for a man-fix when she felt like this. If only she could get a good pounding and have some bacon and eggs at the same time.
The weird intertwining of her thoughts had her fucking a short order cook at Bob Evans when Sarah broke the silence.
“Have you ever done it?” she asked quietly.
