Just Until It's Gone, Part 3

Just Until It's Gone
by karriejj@hotmail.com

Part 3

My half smoked cigarette shook slightly in my hands. Before me lay a joint
with some fine weed. I was about to cross a very serious line, and the only
thing I could think of doing was masturbating. 

I drew deeply and held the smoke as I laid back on the couch and closed my
eyes. I pictured myself dressed in 5" stillehto heels, a black silk bra and
matching thong. I exhaled and drew immediately again and continued my
fantasy. In front of me was a man tied spread eagle naked to a four post bed
frame. His large erection bobbed as I dangled a joint from my lips and drew
continuously, dancing seductivley for him. 

My cigarette was burning hot, and I had to extinguish it and light another
quickly. I lay back and continued pleasuring myself, slowly dipping my
fingers into myself and then quickly rubbing my fingers in a circle around my
clit. I could feel myself coming, and I drew repeatedly on the cigarette,
holding the sacred smoke like it was my last breath. In my mind, I stradled
the man and thrust onto him in one quick motion. I dug my fingers into myself
as deeply as I could and exhaled a huge cloud as I came.

I opened my eyes and everything was blurry. I took a minute to catch my
breath. I held my right hand steady to keep the 2" ash from falling onto my
couch. I brought my left hand to my mouth and licked it clean of my juices.
The salty taste was heavenly.

I finally sat up and tapped the ash into the ashtray. I took one final long
drag and crushed the cigarette out, then reached for the joint.

I was shorter than my 100's length cigarettes because I had broken off the
filter and twisted the ends. It was just as thick though, packed tight with
the marijuana. I licked my lips and put the tip of the joint in my mouth. I
loosely held it in place with my two lips and flicked my lighter to life. I
touched the tip of the flame to the twisted end and drew.

When my mouth was full, I tried to pull the joint out, but the cigarette
paper had stuck to my bottom lip. I flinched and the joint dropped from my
mouth onto the carpet. I instinctively inhaled without knowing it right away.
I quickly picked up the joint and set it in the ashtray. It wasn't until I
exhaled that I realized I had actually done it. The smoke I exhaled had a
bitter and harsh taste, but the smell was pleasant.

I picked up the joint with the tweezers to avoid the same mistake. As I'd
seen in the movies, I decided to try and inhale the next hit directly into my
lungs, keeping my mouth off the end. This time the smoke was very harsh and I
began coughing spurts of smoke out of my mouth. I took another drink from my
coffee and rested for a second. This time I wetted my lips completely and
licked at the end of the joint to moisten it as well. I placed it full in my
mouth and drew like I would from a cigarette. I filled my mouth and inhaled
the smoke deeply, and then drew again, filling my lungs. I sat back and held
the smoke for as long as my body allowed. When I felt my eyes were about to
pop out of my head, I exhaled the gray cloud across the room.

I sat in anticipation, waiting for something to happen, but nothing was
happening yet.  From all my schooling and classes, I knew that onset of
affects would take 5-10 minutes. I had also read that for some people the
effects of the marijuana don't work the first time. My brain told me to take
it easy, and let the effects come on. Somehow though, my devil voice
pursuaded me to finish off the joint completely and quickly so I could at
least 'feel something'. I smoked the rest of the joint in about 2 minutes.
When i was finished my mouth felt a little bit dry and my eyes felt a little
heavy and 'squinty'. I sat forward and released my grip from the tweezers,
allowing the remainder of the joint to fall into the ashtray. I sat back and
waited.

A few minutes passed and the dry mouth sensation was getting worse, and my
head felt light. I went to reach for my coffee mug and I couldn't move my
arm. It was the weirdest sensation. I had this quick thought that I
absolutely had to get to that coffee. I forced my body forward and finally
was able to grab the cup. Lifting it to my lips was a whole other arduous
process however. I found I had to lower my head to the cup and with my left
hand, tilt my head and mug back.

I swished the cold coffee around in my mouth for a few minutes before I
remembered to swallow it. It was about that time that I knew that I was
getting really stoned. I simply sat back and melted into the couch. I took
note of the sounds that I heard, which seemed much more 'real'. My whole body
tingled. Something inside told me that smoking a cigarette at that exact
moment would be wonderful.

I managed to sit up and light a cigarette. The taste was exquisite and the
effects were wonderful. I watched hypnotized as the smoke left my lips. It
didn't seem to disipate in the air as it usually did, but just hang there. I
waved my hands back and forth through the cloud making designs. When this one
cigarette was finished, I immediately lit another one. I was enjoying this
immensely.

As I drew, I reached for the remote control and decided to watch some TV.
Jerry Springer came on and 'College Strippers' was the topic. I began
laughing hysterically until my sides ached. My stomache began to feel very
void, like it was in a vacuum. 

The short walk to the kitchen seemed like it took an eternity. I retrieved a
coke and a bag of Doritoes. I spent the next three hours on the couch
laughing my ass off at re-runs of Three's Company, chain smoking, and eating
chips. It was one of the best times I could remember. No worries, no
patients, no blood, no guts, "No Problem' Man", I said to myself in my best
Jamaican accent. This sent me into another fit of laughter.

At some point I fell asleep. I woke up and it was 7:30 at night. I was groggy
as hell and felt like I'd been hit by a truck. But my stoned memories were
still fresh and I wasn't about to stop my little experiment. I instinctively
lit another cigarette and started to clean up the mess in the kitchen and
then the mess in the living room. I took a 20 minute shower and it never felt
so good.

At 9:00 p.m. I was ready for more. I however didn't want to repeat the trying
process of creating those 'home made joints' again. The town where I live is
home to a very open minded liberal arts college, and "head shops" are fairly
common. I decided that if I was going to do this right, I should get myself
some type of a pipe or something. I got a fresh baggie from the kitchen and
filled it with the remainder of the separated bud. I placed it in the bottom
of my purse and left my apartment in search of some paraphenallia.

End Part 3

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