smoke some weed?"
I pushed a loose piece of turkey between my lips and spoke through the wad of food in my mouth. "Yeffs, pleath."
Kate bounced a little. I was starting to think she couldn't help herself. An involuntary response to excitement.
"You'll cufe."
"What?" she asked, leaning over the side of the bed, her butt stuck up in the air. She climbed back up bringing with her a very large bong.
I swallowed my food. "I said you're cute."
"Aww, thanks! Is it okay that I'm naked?"
"Why would I mind?"
She shrugged and opened the baggie. Immediately I could smell the weed's sweet aroma. "I like being naked," she said. "What about you?"
"Sometimes. I get cold easily."
"Should I turn up the thermostat?"
"No, I'm fine for now."
"Sure?" She waved the baggie in front of my face and sang her next words: "Weed is bet-ter when you're na-ked!"
I snatched it from her and held it out as she climbed onto me, and because both my hands were occupied--one with the weed, the other with my half-eaten sandwich--we both fell, Kate landing on top of me, both of us giggling.
She kissed the corner of my mouth. "I'm glad we get to be roommates," she said. Then she licked my cheek and jumped away before I could retaliate.
"Gross!" I tossed the baggie at her.
"My licks aren't gross!" she said.
"When I finish my sandwich, I'm gonna lick your face off."
"After we smoke!"
"That works."
Kate packed the bowl and we took turns hitting the bong until our lungs were on fire. When it was cashed, I flopped down on my back and closed my eyes, afraid for a moment that I'd made a mistake. I've smoked plenty of weed in my life, but this stuff was otherworldly. I was probably the highest I'd ever been after my first hit, and we passed it back and forth at least five times.
I expected anxiety and paranoia to come knocking any moment, but instead I felt Kate's warmth as she curled up next to me. My body relaxed for the first time since I'd woken in that white room and I managed to forget everything except the softness of the bed, the electricity in Kate's fingertips, starting on my thigh and running all the way up to my neck, the tickle of her kisses, the cold air touching my breast as she pulled down the strap on my dress, the touch of her wet tongue to my nipple.
Then suddenly she sprang up like a weed.
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"That banging sound."
I giggled. "You want to make banging sounds?"
"I'm serious," she said, and by her tone I could tell she was.
"Maybe you're just paranoid."
"Nuh-uh, this is Brian's weed. It has a perfect blend of THC and CBD so you don't get anxious or paranoid. It's pure bliss. You gotta love him for it."
"What's CBD?"
"Cannabidiol, the chemical they think might cure cancer. Did you hear about that? I read an article--"
She stopped and shot her head towards the shower room entrance.
I heard it this time, like one of those big sheets of metal used by sound effects people to simulate thunder.
"It's Clifton," Kate said, climbing off the bed.
" Clifton? Where?"
"In the walls. He sneaks in here to fuck me. I can't figure out how he gets in." She sounded frustrated and panicky. I jumped off the bed and followed her to the kitchen, where she opened a cabinet and took out a small vial. "I leave the Libido Drug sitting out and I hide. Sometimes he takes it, sits on the floor masturbating until it hurts and then he leaves. But sometimes he finds me. Come on."
She pulled me along, first setting the vial on the counter near the shower room entrance and then crossing the room to a large closet.
We hid in the back behind two stacks of boxes. Kate must have spent a lot of time in this hiding spot. She'd put down pillows and blankets to make it more comfortable, and she even kept a bag with snacks, weed, a few bottles of water, and a small can of pepper spray.
"He usually only comes on Friday and Saturday night. I stay up all night and
I pushed a loose piece of turkey between my lips and spoke through the wad of food in my mouth. "Yeffs, pleath."
Kate bounced a little. I was starting to think she couldn't help herself. An involuntary response to excitement.
"You'll cufe."
"What?" she asked, leaning over the side of the bed, her butt stuck up in the air. She climbed back up bringing with her a very large bong.
I swallowed my food. "I said you're cute."
"Aww, thanks! Is it okay that I'm naked?"
"Why would I mind?"
She shrugged and opened the baggie. Immediately I could smell the weed's sweet aroma. "I like being naked," she said. "What about you?"
"Sometimes. I get cold easily."
"Should I turn up the thermostat?"
"No, I'm fine for now."
"Sure?" She waved the baggie in front of my face and sang her next words: "Weed is bet-ter when you're na-ked!"
I snatched it from her and held it out as she climbed onto me, and because both my hands were occupied--one with the weed, the other with my half-eaten sandwich--we both fell, Kate landing on top of me, both of us giggling.
She kissed the corner of my mouth. "I'm glad we get to be roommates," she said. Then she licked my cheek and jumped away before I could retaliate.
"Gross!" I tossed the baggie at her.
"My licks aren't gross!" she said.
"When I finish my sandwich, I'm gonna lick your face off."
"After we smoke!"
"That works."
Kate packed the bowl and we took turns hitting the bong until our lungs were on fire. When it was cashed, I flopped down on my back and closed my eyes, afraid for a moment that I'd made a mistake. I've smoked plenty of weed in my life, but this stuff was otherworldly. I was probably the highest I'd ever been after my first hit, and we passed it back and forth at least five times.
I expected anxiety and paranoia to come knocking any moment, but instead I felt Kate's warmth as she curled up next to me. My body relaxed for the first time since I'd woken in that white room and I managed to forget everything except the softness of the bed, the electricity in Kate's fingertips, starting on my thigh and running all the way up to my neck, the tickle of her kisses, the cold air touching my breast as she pulled down the strap on my dress, the touch of her wet tongue to my nipple.
Then suddenly she sprang up like a weed.
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"That banging sound."
I giggled. "You want to make banging sounds?"
"I'm serious," she said, and by her tone I could tell she was.
"Maybe you're just paranoid."
"Nuh-uh, this is Brian's weed. It has a perfect blend of THC and CBD so you don't get anxious or paranoid. It's pure bliss. You gotta love him for it."
"What's CBD?"
"Cannabidiol, the chemical they think might cure cancer. Did you hear about that? I read an article--"
She stopped and shot her head towards the shower room entrance.
I heard it this time, like one of those big sheets of metal used by sound effects people to simulate thunder.
"It's Clifton," Kate said, climbing off the bed.
" Clifton? Where?"
"In the walls. He sneaks in here to fuck me. I can't figure out how he gets in." She sounded frustrated and panicky. I jumped off the bed and followed her to the kitchen, where she opened a cabinet and took out a small vial. "I leave the Libido Drug sitting out and I hide. Sometimes he takes it, sits on the floor masturbating until it hurts and then he leaves. But sometimes he finds me. Come on."
She pulled me along, first setting the vial on the counter near the shower room entrance and then crossing the room to a large closet.
We hid in the back behind two stacks of boxes. Kate must have spent a lot of time in this hiding spot. She'd put down pillows and blankets to make it more comfortable, and she even kept a bag with snacks, weed, a few bottles of water, and a small can of pepper spray.
"He usually only comes on Friday and Saturday night. I stay up all night and
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