Trisha, Part 6

Trisha
by smokingbeauties@yahoo.com
Part 6

The next day, Rachel and Kara returned to Kara's house to smoke another
cigarette.  They had both smoked pot for the first time the previous day, and
both enjoyed their first high immensely.

Saying nothing as they walked into her mother's room and closed the door, both
were eager to smoke a cigarette again.

"You know," Rachel said with a grin as she passed Kara a cigarette.  "There's
one more joint in here."

"I know," Kara said as she held the cigarette with one hand in her lips and
lit it with the other.  "I was thinking about that all day."

"Do you want to try it again?" Rachel asked, taking the lighter from her
friend.

"Sorta," Kara admitted, exhaling a small stream of smoke.  "Do you think we'll
get in trouble?"

"Like I told you yesterday," Rachel said as she lit her Newport 100.  "What's
she going to say?"

"Do you want to?" Kara asked, taking another small puff on her cigarette and
an even smaller inhale.

"Yeah," Rachel admitted.

"Okay," Kara replied as she exhaled.  "I'll do it too."

The two girls finished their cigarettes and giggled as Rachel pulled the joint
out of the pack.  It was the last one there, and Rachel knew that her mother
would notice, but she also knew that there was no way her mother could say
anything without giving herself away.

Crushing her cigarette out in the ashtray, Rachel began to put the joint in
her lips.

"Can I light it this time?" Kara asked, surprising Rachel.

"Sure," she said as she passed the joint back to her friend.

Kara put the joint between her lips as Rachel flicked the lighter.

When it was lit, Kara took the joint out, and passed it to Rachel as she
inhaled the smoke.

Rachel took a huge hit and held the smoke inside her lungs.

Before she could exhale, the bedroom door flew open.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Emily asked.  

Rachel didn't know what to do.  She couldn't exhale the smoke because she'd be
in trouble for sure.  She tried her best to hold it in.

"Blow it out," Emily said sternly, glaring her younger sister in the eyes.

Rachel did as she was told and exhaled a tight stream of pot smoke.

"Since when do you guys smoke?" Emily demanded.  "Give me the cigarette."

Rachel and Kara both realized that Emily didn't know they were smoking
marijuana.

"Oh my God," Emily said as she took the joint from Rachel.  "This is weed,
isn't it?"

"Yeah," Kara said as she nervously reached for the pack of cigarettes.

"Who buys you guys cigarettes?" Emily interrogated while the joint still
burned slowly in her fingers.

"Em," Rachel started.  "You're never going to believe me."

"Try me," answered her angry sister.

"Mom started smoking," Rachel said.

"What?" Emily replied in disbelief.  "She did not.  Mom wouldn't do that."

"Yes," Rachel explained.  "She started a few weeks ago.  You can ask dad if
you want.  But she also said I could smoke if I wanted to, as long as I did it
in here, and as long as dad doesn't find out."

"You're serious, aren't you?" Emily asked, still holding the joint.

"Yes," admitted Rachel.

"Did she start smoking weed too?" Emily asked, still astonished by the news
that was being revealed.

"I don't know," Rachel said.  "We came in here yesterday to smoke a cigarette,
and we found two joints in the pack, so we tried it.  It felt awesome."

"I don't believe you!" Emily said disappointedly.

"You've never smoked it?" Kara asked.

"No!" Emily said proudly.  "I've never smoked anything in my life."

"You should try it," Kara said.

"Why would I do that?" asked Emily.

"Because it feels fucking awesome!" Rachel responded, using the "f-word" for
the first time in her life.

"I can't believe how much you've changed while I was at college," Emily
replied, staring at the joint.

"You're the one who is supposed to experiment," Rachel said.  "Isn't that what
college is for?  So you can stop being a pussy and do the things you want to
do?"

Emily couldn't believe the tone and words that her sister was using.
Obviously marijuana had made her feel more comfortable than she had
previously.

"Is it really that good?" Emily asked.

"Try it and find out," Rachel said slyly.

Emily stared at the joint that was burning between her fingers as Rachel
reached up and took it from her.

"You're wasting it," she boldly said as she trimmed the ash and brought the
twisted tip to her lips.

She took an enormous hit and passed the joint to Kara, who followed her
friend's lead, and took a good sized hit of her own.

Kara inhaled the thick smoke and held the joint out for Emily to try.

Emily was now intrigued about the drug more than she'd ever been in her life.
She reached out nervously and took the joint from Kara.

Amazed at how easily she'd succumbed to the temptation, she brought the damp
twisted end of the joint to her lips, and began to pull the smoke into her
mouth.

"Take it out and breathe in," Rachel instructed.  

Emily did what she was told and passed the joint to Rachel for another hit,
which she gladly accepted.

"It tastes cool," Emily said with a smirk.

"It feels even better," Rachel responded as she blew a tight stream of smoke
into the air.

After three hits, Emily knew exactly what her sister was trying to explain.
It felt amazing to be high.

"Want to make it better?" Rachel asked, sliding a cigarette out of the pack
for herself, and passing the pack to Kara.

"It gets better?" Emily asked naïvely.

"You have no idea," Kara said, passing the pack towards Emily.

"Okay," Emily said with a giggle.  "I'll smoke a cigarette."

She couldn't believe the words she was saying.  She was always "the good
girl".  But of course, Rachel was even better, and if it was alright for
Rachel to do it, it was definitely okay for her to do.

She took the cigarette from Kara and put it between her lips.  Rachel wanted
the honor of lighting her sister's first cigarette for her, and Emily
accepted.

After some brief instruction, Emily was lit.  It felt wonderful.  The room
wasn't really spinning, but she felt like she was floating in a very, very
slow-moving world.

She leaned back against the headboard of her mother's bed as she took another
puff on her cigarette.

"So how long have you been smoking?" she asked Rachel.

"Only a few weeks," Rachel admitted.  "But I'm not going to stop."

"And you?" Emily asked Kara.

"Since yesterday," Kara blushingly admitted.

"And are you going to quit?" Emily asked.

"I don't think so," Kara answered with a smile.

"What about you?" Rachel asked Emily.

"Me?" Emily replied.  "Let's just say I'm going to have to talk to some folks
when I get back to school."

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