Everyone in the story is at least 18 years old, and the story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental.
Mark Johnson became a hippie in his senior year of high school. It was 1969 - the Summer of Love - when free love, long hair and recreational drug use became common in places other than the east/west coast. Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll had become his main (only) interest. Unfortunately, he had never been with a girl. He went to an all-boys prep school that prepared him for college but not for life. He knew few girls and was painfully shy when around them.
Mark's life changed right after high school graduation. He met the beautiful Nichole at an all-night graduation party. She had come with her twin brother, Todd, a friend from school. Todd was glad Mark was there to entertain Nichole. His sister was cramping his style. Once he introduced us, he disappeared to try and get lucky. Nichole had graduated from the sister school to his, an all-girls prep school. She felt out of place around strangers and didn't like being abandoned by her brother.
The party had a keg, so naturally they started drinking. The alcohol loosened them up, and they began to relax around each other. They got tired of the noise and the crowd at the party, and wandered off. They found a quiet spot where they could lay down on the cool grass and talk. It turned out they had interests in common, and they had a pleasant conversation. When the subject turned to what they did for fun, Mark found out that Nichole had never smoked weed, but was anxious to try it. She knew people at school who smoked, but she'd never had the chance. Mark had bunches of weed and felt it was his responsibility to expand her education as well as her mind.
Mark asked her, "Do you want to try it now?"
"Really? You've got some?"
"Yeah, I've got some in my van."
"OK. Let's go," she said, and they headed towards the parking area.
Mark opened the van and Nichole jumped in the back.
Mark couldn't believe the most beautiful girl he'd ever met was getting into his van. Nichole was the girl of his dreams. She was sexy, cute, smart and funny. Mark figured he didn't have a chance with her, but she was with him now, and he loved it.
Mark put some Grateful Dead in the cassette player. He was proud of the job he did tricking out his van. He'd added coverings over the windows and behind the front seats, a high-end sound system and of course, the mattress and pillows covering most of the floor.
"You have a skylight in your van?" Nichole was surprised.
"Yeah. It's nice to be able to lie down back here and look at the stars, especially when I'm stoned."
Mark dug around for his stash and rolled a fat joint. He lit it and handed it to Nichole.
"So I just inhale it?" she asked nervously.
"Yeah, but don't try to inhale too much. It can make you cough hard if you're not used to it."
She took a small hit and burst into a coughing fit. "That's awful," she said.
"Sorry, let's try something else. It's called shotgunning. It will cool the smoke so it's not so harsh on your throat. I'm going to turn the joint around in my mouth and blow smoke into yours. You need to put your lips right next to mine and breathe in."
He set himself up, leaned close and blew a gentle stream of smoke into her mouth. He had not considered how close their lips needed to be, but was excited to be so near her full lips. She breathed in the smoke and barely coughed after she exhaled.
"That was much better. Let's do some more like that," she said. She had a big smile on her face.
Nichole found this was much easier on her lungs, and having her lips so near his was exciting. He was a handsome guy, a hippie, with long hair and a scraggly beard. Nichole found him quite attractive. He looked like a hippie bad boy and that was a turn-on for her. Her parents would have a cow when they saw him.
After they finished the first joint Mark rolled another.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Good, good...no great...I mean...I don't know...happy. I'm relaxed and loose and...hungry! I'm starving! I want a Honey Bun! We need to go to the 7-11! Now!"
She didn't mention the nice warm feeling between her legs whenever she looked at him.
"You've got the munchies! To the 7-11 for junk food!" he said and climbed into the front seat where she joined him.
"The what?"
"The munchies. It happens when you get stoned. You crave junk food or really anything that's handy."
Nichole thought, I wonder if that includes craving cock. I guess we'll find out later. Picturing his cock made her horny. She started laughing at herself and couldn't stop.
Mark started laughing with her.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked.
She laughed harder.
Between fits of laughter, she said, "I'm not sure anymore. I thought about one thing that made me laugh...but then I wondered why I was laughing...then I thought about something from graduation...and that made me laugh...then you asked me why I was laughing...and that was the funniest thing yet," she said as her laughing continued. "So I don't have any idea why I'm laughing!"
She was doubled over with her arms over her stomach, trying to stop laughing. Tears were in her eyes. Her stomach muscles were hurting.
"That's something else that happens when you smoke. Everything seems funnier than it did before."
She laughed harder still.
"I love turning someone on for the first time," Mark said, mostly to himself.
That set her off laughing again and Mark started laughing too.
When they arrived at the 7-11, Mark explained, "Weed is illegal. When you go into public, you have to maintain. You don't want them to know that you're stoned. You can't start laughing at every thought. Do you want to stay in the van while I go in?"
"No. I'm a graduate from a school that instills decorum in their students. I can maintain," she said with confidence.
