After five years in a dull marriage, I was again off on my own again and moving into the same type of a small, dingy one bedroom apartment I had enjoyed prior to my loveless marriage. My wife always insisted on nothing but the best so two moves into two houses that were twice what we needed, plus her other unnecessary shopping, had depleted any savings I had prior to our marriage. Starting off with nothing at age 36, but with a good-paying job, I went the cheapy route on my accommodations and settled for the tiny apartment amongst college students who were attending the state university three blocks north. While I did not care for the loud music playing into the wee hours of the night, some of the views of my new neighbors, in their skimpy skirts, shorts and halter tops during the summer term of school was a welcome sight.
Two young ladies in their second year of classes shared the apartment across the breezeway from my apartment. While certainly not the best looking among the other girls in the complex, these two were sexy in their own way. Kelly, at 5'10" and full figured with 38DD (as I found out later), was the more talkative and friendly of the two. She wore her shoulder length hair in a pony-tail most of the time, and had a beautiful smile that made you think how much she must enjoy a slab of hard meat sliding between her lips. Leah was shorter (5'5") and pudgier, with smaller 34C breasts, but an ass that filled out her jeans nicely. It didn't take me long to make my acquaintance with Kelly and her out out-going personality. However, Leah was much shyer and I had barely said 5 words to her in my first month at the complex.
In time, I learned that my nearby tenants enjoyed to smoke pot as much I as did (another such vice that worked against my marriage). Smoking was strictly forbidden in the all of the apartments (or so I thought) and it doesn't take long for pot smokers to figure out the others that are not smoking an ordinary cigarette. Kelly was usually outside toking on a one hitter that resembled a cigarette every night about 9:30, if she hadn't gone out earlier in the night. I finally spoke to Kelly about our shared passion. She told me that her and Leah used it as a study aid to stay focused on their schoolwork (this was the same bullshit excuse my law-school roommate used). She also said it was easier for her and Leah to score pot than alcohol (they were both still nineteen years old), especially since Kelly's older brothers was a local pot dealer. I mentioned that while I never had a problem bringing home a six-pack, Kirby, my local dealer, was hit or miss, which often left me high or dry. She smiled and said they never ran out, so whenever I needed a smoke, to stop by with a case of beer and either she or Leah would be happy to share. She then winked at me and said she had to go and get ready for a date. Her smile and wink left me standing there hard as a rock, so I quickly returned to shitty place to relieve myself at the thought of Kelly riding my cock.
Three nights later, I arrived home, fresh from striking out with Kirby on a fresh baggie. It was late, about ten, but I was ready to smoke and ready to get Kelly high on weed and the case of Corona's I had picked up at the local Brown Derby. I quickly showered to get the work smell off of me and threw on a clean pair of shorts and button up shirt with my sandals. A light was on across the breezeway so I grabbed my case of Corona's and knocked on their door. After twenty seconds, Leah answered the door in a loosely tied robe concealing a tank top and pair of boxer shorts. I stumbled for some words and asked if Kelly was around. Leah replied that Kelly was out on a date and didn't know when she would be back. I started to turn and go back to my apartment when Leah loudly whispered, "I've got some good weed here if you have some limes for those Corona's." I quickly turned and showed her the bag of limes between me and the box of Coronas. She opened the door wider and I entered their apartment.
After popping two Coronas and a couple of lime wedges, we made our way to the living room, complete with lava lights and a coffee table holding three exotic bongs. I also noticed an air purifier in the corner of the room. When I inquired, Leah explained that Kelly had "worked out" a special deal with the landlord to smoke in the apartment if they had an purifier. I didn't ask her any about more about the special deal at that time. Thirty minutes, six beers, and several hits from the bong later, Leah and I were across from each other with fantastic buzzes that loosened my inhibitions and our conversation.
"So why aren't you out with Kelly," I asked.
"Oh, she's the one who gets the dates. I have too much studying to do because I'm on scholarship," she replied.
"Don't you get tired of staying here while Kelly goes out and enjoys herself," I responded.
"I don't know. Sometimes it gets lonesome here. But I've never really been out or with someone, so I don't guess I know what I'm missing," she answered.
"You mean you've never gone out or hooked up, even to kiss."
"I've kissed guys. I went to prom and other things. I just don't get out much, I guess."
"Have you ever smoked weed with a guy."
