A Perfect Saturday, Part 7

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Chapter 7: Night

As we lay in the dim lighting, Kelly shifted a little to look at me.

"Do you remember what I asked about trusting me?"

"Yeah, that's right.  Why do you want me to trust you?"

"You can't ask why, you either do or you don't"

"I meant, what to you want me to trust you with?  Of course I trust you,
especially after today."

She shifted.  "I need a smoke."

I sat up, lit her cigarette for her, and then one for myself.  She seemed a
little nervous.

"I did a little bit more shopping today."  She glanced at the coffee table,
more specifically, at the black box on top of it.  I had almost forgotten
about it.  After hearing her tone, though, I had a pretty good guess what it
was.

"What else did you get?"

She took a deep drag, another sip of scotch, and reached for the box.  She
opened it, and my guess was confirmed.  Before she spoke another word (her
nervousness was clearly visible now), I said, "That's cool."

Her demeanor changed quickly, I could tell she was still a little nervous, but
she was clearly relieved at my response.  She had obtained some marijuana; I
could see a small baggie, and a semi-clear glass pipe.

"I spoke with Sean earlier.  I came back here after I dropped you off, hoping
he could help me to know what to do.  He gave me a few pointers, and highly
recommended the use of a pipe or bong instead of a joint - something about not
as much waste.  He seemed to think a pipe would be best to start with, and
gave me the location of a good head shop to get one."  She paused, taking a
drag and staring at the box's contents.

"Where did you get the pot?"

"Sean.  He wanted me to smoke up with him, so I could get a "feel" for it.  It
doesn't always work the first time, I guess.  But he showed me a little about
packing it, and then lit one himself so I could see what it looked like."  

I had been around others when they've smoked pot, and had done some reading
about it to alleviate some of my curiosity, so I had a pretty good idea about
it.  I was okay with it, even excited that Kelly had thought about it and gone
through this kind of effort and wanted to share the experience with me.  I
could see she was still a little nervous though.

I crushed out my cigarette, held her hand, and said, "Look, it's up to you if
you want to do this.  You've obviously put a lot of thought and effort into
this decision.  I'm okay either way, but it seems as though this is something
you want to at least try.  And I'm assuming that based on your earlier
statement about being able to go again, you want to experience sex while
getting high.  I'm all for it."

She relaxed much more now.  "I want to try it."

She put her cigarette out, and took out the box's contents.  Before she opened
the baggie, she lit another cigarette; she was probably still a little
nervous.  I also lit up a smoke; I was a little nervous too, although I was
trying not to show it.  While dangling, she opened the baggie and pulled out a
bud.  She proceeded to methodically remove the stem and a couple seeds, and
place the bud in the pipe's bowl.  

"I don't know how much to put in," she said around her dangle; there was a
note of worry in her voice.

"Just put enough in to fill the bowl, but don't pack it in there too tight."

She looked at me, smiled slightly, and asked, "How do you know so much?"

"I've done some homework too."

It was finally ready to go.  She looked at me, as if to decide who should go
first.  "Ladies first," I said.

She looked a little green, so I encouraged her, "Think about everything you've
done today, how much you've accomplished.  This is just another step on the
road to self-discovery; don't sweat it."

She set her cigarette down, brought the lighter to life and held it over the
bowl.  She pulled slightly, not enough to get it going and had to try a couple
times before she got a decent amount of smoke to inhale.  She exhaled pretty
quickly with a little cough, saying, "It doesn't taste too bad."

"You should try to hold it in a bit longer, as long as you can."  She handed
the pipe to me and I took a pull.  It was pretty smooth.  I handed the pipe
back to her, and held in the smoke as long as I could.  In the meantime, I
watched Kelly take another hit, a sizable one, and start holding it.

I finally exhaled, also with a little cough, but there was hardly anything to
see, same thing for Kelly as she exhaled.  I lit it again, and we each took
another hit.

"I'm not feeling anything yet."  She sounded a little disappointed.

"We should take our time, and smoke some more in a little while.  I think
we'll feel something at some point.  I've also read that you should chase it
with a cigarette."

She picked up hers that was in the ashtray and took a drag.  I lit a new one,
and we sat together on the couch until our smokes were gone.  Then we gave the
pipe another go, each taking another hit.

"I think I feel something," she said.  She lit up another cigarette, and after
her inhale, her eyes half closed and she leaned back, exhaling, "I'm pretty
sure I feel something."

I lit another smoke too, and was starting to feel it.  A little numb and kind
of floaty, with a little dizziness, kind of like after a few drinks, but
pretty weak.  I leaned back on the couch and looked over at Kelly.  She was
smiling; doing snap inhales. She would miss some, and then watch the smoke
drift up from the misses.

"I feel a little funky, but very relaxed.  C'mere."  She patted the couch.

I moved over and lay against her, both of us still smoking.  She started
running her fingers through my hair, and I shifted and started playing with
her tits again.  She moaned in a dreamy manner, tipping her head back and
taking a drag.  I kept fondling her, until she sat up to put her cigarette
out.  She took mine as well and extinguished it.  She reached over and checked
my erection, which was just starting to pick up, and said, "We need to do
something about that."

She got on her knees in front of me, and picked up the pipe again.  Lighting
it and taking a pull, she handed it to me and then wrapped her mouth around my
dick.  I took a hit and held it, and when I looked down at her I saw a little
smoke escaping here and there.  She was awesome.  It felt so good, and I was
ready to go in no time.  "That's better," she said, smiling with a little bit
of exhale left.

She lit two more cigarettes, put a little more bud in the pipe, and reached
past me to put it on the couch table.  I wrapped around her waist and began
kissing her tits; she stopped where she was and enjoyed the sensation.  I took
a few drags and blew them across her, eliciting occasional shudders of
delight.

She eventually moved and straddled me again, dangling her cigarette, with her
eyes closed.  She moved right onto me, no teasing this time.  It felt
different, but wonderful.  She continued to rock on me, inhaling and exhaling
regularly.  She was enjoying herself immensely, as was I.

Our cigarettes were spent and we put them out.  I was feeling pretty good when
she paused, leaning over and grabbing the pipe again.  She lit it up, closed
her eyes, tipped her head back, and started rocking as she held it in.  It was
one of the most erotic things I had ever seen.  I took a hit too, feeling as
it took effect, when she began to orgasm.

"Oh my...  oh yeah...  oh wow...  ooo...  ooo...  ohhhhhh..." She nearly
collapsed in my arms, but kept moving as she realized I hadn't come yet.  Then
I felt it build and I just started floating.

"Ohhhhh..." I shuddered a few times, but didn't have the motivation to move
more than that.  She just laid on me, both of us breathing heavily, for quite
a while.  

Kelly eventually dismounted and put her feet up on the edge of the couch with
her head in my lap.  She managed to grab us each a cigarette and put the
ashtray on her belly.

"We gotta do that again some time," she exhaled.

"You have to let me get a little sleep first; I'm spent," I said, dragging
lazily.

"You'll be ready by morning," she said with a grin.  

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