This is the time that some guy in my geology class blurted out, “Are you high right now
?” as class was ending one day. Of course, I was, otherwise I would have delivered the smack upside the head that that kind of lack of discrepancy warrants. Instead, I gave a stupid chuckle, pffft, no, of course not?!? Such a preposterous idea had never been proposed.
But I was, and I guess that means I was in with him. Low standards if you ask me, but I’m down. He was cute, a bit juvenile looking, but definitely could have been worse. He wore a “Breckenridge, Colorado” baseball cap backwards over curly, unkempt black hair. He had a ridiculous rasta colored adidas backpack that garnered a solid eye roll. Basically, he was cute in spite of himself.
We made our way out of the science building, he was obviously pretty excited to have found a fellow smoker of recreational marijuana. His eyes lit up, “You should come smoke a bowl with me.”
My cheeks flushed. A bowl is a bowl, it’s not a marriage proposal. “Yeah, that would be fun,” I managed.
We set the date for the next Tuesday after class. I didn’t know what to expect, the whole friendship deal was pretty lost to me in college. Why not give it a shot and see what comes of it, I told myself.
My throat felt like it was clamping shut at the end of lecture. My heart pounded and my cheeks were warm. A bowl is a bowl. We met tentatively outside of the classroom and began to walk out together.
“Alright, let’s do this thing.” That was the best that I could come up with in a super lame false bravado. He flashed a goofy but mischievous grin and led the way.
We made it the short distance to his apartment, and I was relieved to find myself the only company. I didn’t feel like being introduced to anyone as some girl who showed up high to class. The small talk that had led us on our walk had covered the basics, of course he loved console gaming and sublime. Not exactly a revelation, but maybe this kind of thinking was what caused the lack of friends in the first place.
We settled onto his pleather couch and began to make the necessary preparations. I brought out my contribution and we were on our way. There is something sexy about smoking a pipe with someone that you are attracted to. It’s like, here, let me put my mouth on this thing and suck it. It’s not hard to extrapolate. Or, maybe I’m secretly a freak. Whichever it is, my mind was already wandering from the task at hand. I felt a burst of warmth start in my cheeks and make its way down between my legs.
He was smarter than his laid back demeanor led me to believe, which was a relief. When my preconceptions got out of the way, he was a pretty cool guy. As we kept smoking, I reflected on how I view people and what that must mean I think of myself. I hid in a shell of insecurity, assuring myself that I chose not to socialize because nobody at my school was worth getting to know. I told myself that everyone was basically a tool who was there on mommy and daddy’s dime, which to be fair is only probably true of about 70% of that school’s population. I seemed to be in the company of a thirty percenter.
We had grown closer and more engaged in conversation as the bowl that we had been smoking turned to ash. I felt a heady sensation and a tingle in my spine, and our knees brushed. I felt like a rush of energy surged through where our skin touched and sent my blood rushing throughout my body. I was sure that my face was crimson, and I felt a wetness and a longing stirring under my skirt.
He must have sensed the hesitation and raw attraction that had overtaken me. As my eyes flicked up to his after being firmly fixed onto a far corner of the floor, he reached over and put his hand around my back and onto my hip. He confidently pulled me closer on the couch, and I felt my lips rush up to kiss him. There was a timid peck, followed by a hungry outburst of passion. He slowly pushed my skirt up my legs and bunched it up at my hips as I turned to straddle him. I felt him underneath the thin cotton of my panties, hard against me. His hands guided my hips, grasping firmly while I rubbed myself against his crotch. I put my hands through his curly hair and felt my breath shorten as we kissed. I was completely soaking wet.
I felt for the button of his jeans with shaky hands. I hadn’t been with a guy so quickly after meeting before, but I knew that I wanted him. I opened his jeans and pulled his boxers up over his hard cock. His dick sprung out and I pushed aside the cotton that was covering my wetness. He lifted me onto him without letting go of my hips. I love to be held like that, hands gripping and guiding me. I felt like I was on fire as he entered me. He bounced me on his lap, his dick filling me with every thrust. I leaned my head back and shivered.
“Wanna go to my room?” he asked in a husky tone. I nodded and held his hand as we got up off of the couch. I pulled his pants the rest of the way down and slid to my knees to help out his feet. I found myself at eye level with his full-mast, anchors away dick, and leaned forward and licked it from shaft to tip. I swirled my tongue around his head and then took the whole thing in my mouth. He let out a ragged sigh as my mouth tightened around his base. I worked my way up and down his length for a while, licking and stroking and sucking. Then, I stood up and took off my shirt. I unhooked my bra and pulled down my skirt and underwear. He took off his shirt and I appreciated his slim but defined build. I already felt like it had been ages with a marked lack of fucking.
We lay on his bed as he studied my body. His fingers traced the curve of my hips, my waist, and closed on my nipple. He gently squeezed and I couldn’t help but roll over and start riding him. I pressed my chest into his face and he found my nipple with his mouth and started sucking. I felt his hand travel from my hip to my clit and he pressed there as I rode him. He suddenly flipped me onto my back and his head ducked down between my thighs. My usual thoughts of insecurity vanished as he devoured my pussy. His hands gripped my ass hard as he buried his face in me. He was good. He worked me like he had the manual, going from back and forth to my clit. I felt my legs begin to twitch and then my knees jerked up and I dug my fingers into his hair. Tremors pulsed through me as he brought himself up above me and thrust his cock inside of me hard. I came hard as he delivered thrust after thrust, and then I felt his dick pulse as he came inside of me. That set me off again, and we both just pressed ourselves together in orgasm.
And that, kids, is how showing up high to class (not advised) scored me a very satisfying lay (advised).
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