I stopped by my friend Jay's house like I do a couple times a week. We use to hang out all the time when we were younger, but now in our late 40's it slowed to once or twice a week.
I notice another car parked at the curb and wonder who is here with Jay and his wife. As I make my way to the door, it dawns on me that's Jay's daughter, Ariel, and her husband's car. I'd known Jay since we were in our early 20's and had watched Ariel grow from a toddler into the curvy twenty something she is now. Ever since she turned 15 or so, she would almost openly flirt with me when no one was looking-harmlessly it seemed-like she was just trying to get a reaction out of me. If truth be told, the way that girl was built in her late teens was enough to get a reaction out of most any guy. Even then she was all tits, ass, thick thighs and an attitude that her parents couldn't control. She never got into any real trouble, but she was known to be opinionated, outspoken, and at times a foul mouth..
As I begin to knock on the door, it opens before I pull my hand away.
"Hey you," Ariel says to me while flashing that famous flirty smile she only does when no one else can see.
"Hey you yourself," I say back to her, "Is your dad here?" I ask, while noticing her tshirt and flat skirt she has on.
"He went with my hubbs to get a riding mower," she replies, "What're you up to?"
"Nothing really," I say, "Just getting away from the house for awhile."
"Well come in, I won't bite you," she says, while giving me a smirk that belies her words.
"Where's your mom at?" I ask, as this is starting to feel a little awkward, like maybe I shouldn't be here.
"Her and April took the boys to the swimming pool," she replies.
April is Ariel's younger sister. Although you wouldn't know they were sisters, with April being a more petite sized girl, even after having two sons by the age of 19. I had overheard before that Ariel couldn't have kids. I never outright asked though.
Now I realize I'm standing in my friend's house with his daughter that openly had a crush on me when she was younger, and a big part of me is saying it's time to go. If anyone else saw just the two of us here- my wife, Jay, his wife, Ariel's hubby- the only plausible question would be 'What the hell is going on?'...at least that's how my somewhat guilty mind sees it.
"Do you have a joint?" Ariel asks while putting her hands behind her and slightly twisting left and right. I knew that she knew her dad and I smoked, but it had never been brought up in the presence of his daughters.
"Excuse me?" I ask, somewhat surprised. Over the years I'd learned anything might come out of her mouth, but it was usually smart-ass remarks and the such...I never expected to hear that.
"Are you crazy? What would make you think I have a joint?" I ask, trying my best to be the interrogator and not the interrogated.
"Oh please, I know you've always got some on you. I've heard you and my dad on the back porch plenty of times."
I just look at her a bit dumbfounded. In my mind I'm trying to formulate a reason against this, but Ariel cuts into my reasoning.
"It's not like I've never smoked before, me and hubbs usually have some, but we ran out yesterday."
This is news to me. On one hand smoking weed is a very natural way of life- especially for someone like me- but on the other hand, I guess I just never expected I would be having this conversation with this person.
"Come on," Ariel pleads, "I just want a couple of hits, no one has to know "
"This is crazy," I reply, "Does your dad know you smoke?" I ask.
"He knows, him and hubbs (her pet name for what's his name) smoke together sometimes, but I've never smoked in front him."
I give her a look and she adds to her pitch, "He's cool, I just haven't gotten to that point yet."
"Do you know how much trouble I'd be in if your parents found out?...and let's not forget about your husband, I'm sure he wouldn't be too keen on this."
"I won't breathe a word to anyone...even my hubbs won't know. Come on, we can step out back, take a few quick hits, and everything will be alright."
"I can't believe I'm doing this, but we're not smoking on the back porch, they could be back any minute and I damn sure don't want to get caught red-handed," I say, as much to myself as to Ariel.
"We can go out behind the shed, I used to sneak hits out there years ago before I moved out," she says.
I give her a surprised look that says 'Really-this has been going on that long?'
Her reply is a knowing nod that pretty much answers all my questions without so much as a word.
"Besides, dad and hubbs will be gone for awhile- they are going to Van Alstyne to pick up that mower and they left just a few minutes before you got here."
I think to myself 'Fuck-it, who cares' I wouldn't mind taking a few hits myself. Five minutes and I'll be heading out of here.
"Show me the way then," I tell her as she then abruptly turns and heads towards the back door.
I can't help but look at her thighs swishing back and forth from under that skirt. This girl is thick in sexy ways that most girls aren't. I never really considered Ariel as an actual woman to try it on with. For one thing, she's the daughter of an old friend. So that in itself is a big road block. Of course she'd popped up in a fantasy or two over the years, but that's as far as my mind ever took it. I have fantasies about other women that are an active part of my day to day life- as I'm sure plenty of married guys do...but that's as far is it goes. Some things guys just keep to themselves. But now I see Ariel in a different light, a bit more than just a harmless fantasy.
I manage to get my eyes back up off that bouncing skirt before she turns around to ask me if I have it on me and if I need a lighter.
"I've got it," I say to her with a smile. "You just lead the way."
Funny how in the years Jay has lived here, and all the times we smoked on his back porch, I never once noticed his shed. Now here I am following his daughter behind it so we can get high!
"Well, would you look at this," I say as more of a statement than a question. There is some old lawn furniture back here and Ariel grabs one of the chairs, moving it around to sit on while dusting it off.
"Spark it up," she announces while sitting down in the chair.
I survey the surroundings as I always do before pulling my little weed pipe from my pocket. It is pretty secluded back here with the way the back fence is overgrown. I produce a lighter from my other pocket and hand them to Ariel.
"I'm assuming you know how to handle it then," I tell her, hoping she wasn't jerking my chain earlier.
She gives me a look I can't define as she takes the pipe and lighter and proceeds to take a hit. If I had any doubt before about her 'Experience', I don't after watching her puff on that thing. Reminded me of me.
She holds her hit, blows out a freight train worth of smoke and without so much as a slight cough, she goes for another.
Damn, I think. This definitely is not her first time. After three hits back to back, with the last one not measuring up because the pipe has expired, she looks up and asks if I have anymore to put in it.
