It was the first day of summer classes, a scorching, bloody hot June afternoon, and Lindsay found herself in a large hall, in the middle of some hundred and fifty or so students. It was summer, and she was at home, so she was taking a couple classes at the local community college. The professor droned through the syllabus, reading the damn thing to the students. Hipsters and nerds alike were falling asleep. A paper airplane lazily floated through the hot humid air. Everyone was sweating.
The girl sitting next to Lindsay started talking, and Lindsay turned in her seat and looked at her. She was sitting next to a guy. They looked like cousins. She started talking to the girl. They were both really hot, sweating. Lindsay started feeling a little uncomfortable, as she was wearing a thin white tank top over a lacy white bra, which her sweat had made clearly visible. She felt as though she was being stared at, although the idea that the person staring was, in fact, lusting after her, made her warm up even more, almost too much, but it had also suddenly made her pussy come to life, and she soaked the thong she was wearing beneath her little black skirt.
"Why doesn't someone turn on the fucking air conditioning already?" the girl next to Lindsay said out loud. People around them were in agreement, but the professor, way down in front, gave no notice that he even realized people were talking in his class. He continued with the reading of the syllabus. "It's too fucking hot in here," the girl said. "Do you wanna get out of here? He's just gonna read the fucking syllabus. I can fucking read. I want to get high, let's go."
Lindsay's ears perked up. She didn't want to be in class either. Almost as if the girl knew, she said: "hey, what's your name?"
"I'm Lindsay."
"I'm Amber. Wanna get out of here, get high, watch a movie or something? My brother here has some amazing pot," she said, leaning very close to Lindsay's ear and whispering.
"I'm Logan," Amber's brother said. "We're gonna blow this joint, wanna come?"
"I'd love to," Lindsay said. They stood up and got out of the auditorium. It was just as hot outside. Logan and Amber led Lindsay to Logan's car, an old convertible, the top already down, and they hopped in, Logan in the driver's seat, and Amber and Lindsay sat in the back seat.
Logan pulled back out of the parking spot, and stopped, as Amber lit up a joint, and then Logan took off, flying out of the parking lot, tires squealing on the pavement as he turned onto the road in front of the community college. He drove through red lights and in between cars, twenty, thirty miles over the speed limit, and Lindsay knew right away that all of this had been a terrible mistake. She had been sweating in class, but now she had broken out in a cold sweat. Amber handed her the joint and she took a big, long hit from it, but that only served to further her paranoia.
The second hit, however, helped her calm down a bit.
And the third hit absolutely knocked her out. It had, after all, been a while since the last time she had gotten high, and this tasted like amazingly good weed. Before she even really knew it, the car was parked in the back of an apartment complex and Logan and Amber were helping her out of the car. "Hey, c'mon, let's go inside and watch a movie, this is our apartment."
Lindsay let herself be led inside. She was already high as a kite, and Logan was packing a bowl of fresh marijuana. Logan and Amber were sitting on either side of her on an old, comfortable sofa, facing a large television.
Amber took care of turning on the DVD and the TV and Lindsay looked at the stack of DVD boxes next to the TV. Most of it, she realized, was porn, and she started giggling uncontrollably, and the pipe was lit, and she took another hit, and found she said "yes" when Amber asked her if she wanted to watch this fun movie, holding the box in front of her, the name clearly saying: "All Tied Up", the buxom young girl on the front clearly naked, her hands bound behind her back, hair all tousled and eyes closed, head back. Lindsay looked back and forth between Logan and Amber, and Logan handed her the smoking bowl, and she took another hit, felt herself lift off, and then the movie started, but Lindsay was suddenly more interested in the things going on in her immediate vicinity, on the sofa, and she missed what happened next in the movie.
Lindsay became intensely aware of Logan and Amber on each side of her, mostly because they each hand a hand on the closest of her thighs, which were bare, because she was in semi-short black skirt, one that was hemmed around her mid-thigh. She was wearing a tight, white little tank top over a visible lacy white bra.
Lindsay had been horny since class, since she felt that someone was checking her out, checking out her lacy white bra, and lusting, and she had had no idea that it was the girl sitting next to her! And her brother! Together!
Amber suddenly locked her lips with Lindsay's, and reached up her skirt even more, and Lindsay melted into her, kissing back, letting Amber slide her tongue into her mouth, gently, slowly, opening her mouth with her tongue and then slowly exploring inward.