(THERE IS DRUG USE IN THIS STORY. I AM NOT CONDONING IT, IT IS JUST A PART OF THESE CHARACTERS.)
Dave called out again, "Dude, I'm back!" I could hear footsteps towards my room door. "Where are you, man?"
I looked down at Misha, she was passed out. I slowly slid off the bed threw a guest towel around my waist, and opened the door. "Hey!" I whispered to Dave, "I'm over here man!"
He looked back at me through the darkness. "What you doin' in there, man?" He smiled at me. "Misha with ya?"
"Nothing...." I started to pull through the door with out opening it any wider but Dave knew what was up. He pushed me aside in the doorway and in he went.
"Ah man!" he exclaimed. "Was she good?" He had a big smile on his face as he looked down at the stonned out babysitter on the bed.
"Shhhh," I whispered. "She's sleeping." Misha rolled over on the bed, rolling onto her back. Her breasts revealed above the sheet across her wet body that I had drapped over her. She snoozed lightly. "How was the party?" I asked.
"Sucked, Alicia left me high and dry about an hour after you left, so I tried selling some bagies before I came back." He looked Misha up and down. "Man, what did you do to her? Did you give her some of that pot?"
"Yeah, we smoked while in the hot tub. Come on, let's go downstairs, I don't want to wake her up," I grabbed at his arm and began to pull him out.
"Do you think she'll be up for more partying when she wakes up?" He smiled at me and then turned on the lights. The room quickly lit up and Misha's eyes squinted. "Hey, baby! Wake up!" he said loudly to her. He plopped down on the bed hard, making her bounce up and down on the bed a bit. She began to wake up.
"What the hell?" She held her head and slowly looked around the room. She saw me standing there with the towel still wrapped around me and then looked at Dave, sitting on the edge of the bed. He smiled like a kid in a candy store with a $20 in his hand.
"What's up, Dave?" she asked, then realized her tits were showing to him. She blushed and quickly covered up.
"Just wanted to see if you wanted to party one last time before I go to bed. You wanna?" he pulled out a baggie in his jacket pocket. "We can go out onto the patio and have a smoke and the Waltons' will never be the wiser." My last name isn't Walton but Dave loved to remind me that my family was better off than his, not just money wise.
"Yeah, that'd be great, I have a headache." She smiled at me. "But it was worth it." Dave stood up and she wrapped the sheet around her. "Let me just go wash up and I'll meet you boys out there." She went into the guest bathroom and closed the door.
Dave looked at me, still grinning. "Oh man, I'll show her a good time...you ever gonna get dressed man?"
I went to my room and found a clean pair of boxers and pulled them on. I decided between pants or pj's and went with my flannel pj pants. I pulled them on and threw on a black shirt. I went back to the guest room and closed the door behind me.
Dave was sitting in a chair on the patio. The patio isn't very large, just big enough for four outdoor chairs and a table. He didn't have the outdoor light on and we could see the neighbors house in the darkness. I sat on a chair next to him and we chatted while Misha was in the bathroom. He was sorting out his joints and had found the baggie he'd given me earlier.
"What you doing?" I asked.
"I'm looking for the fattest one. You still want these?" he asked holding up the ones in the baggie.
"Nah, I"ll be alright." I leaned back in my chair and looked up at the sky. "Look, don't be a prick to her, alright?"
"Don't be a hog and I'll behave." He finished going threw the joints and then glanced up, seeing that I was staring at him, he sat back in his chair. "Look man, if she wants to mess around with me, it's fair play. You guys didn't start dating while I was gone. But if she's all over you, I won't try to pull her off. I promise man." He put out his hand to me.
"Alright," I said, taking his hand and doing our handshake.
The bathroom door opened and Misha came out in a robe. Her hair was swept up into a bun on the top of her head and she walked outside to us. "Alright, let's have some fun." She sat on the chair next to us and Dave lighted the joint. He passed it to his left, to me, exhaling slowly at Misha, smiling.
I took a drag and held the smoke in, and handed the joint to Misha. She took the joint from my hand and then leaned towards me, kissing my lips. She opened her mouth around mine and as my lips parted open with hers, she sucked the smoke from my mouth. Before she pulled away, she gave me a final peck on the lips. I sat back, breathing deep. I'd heard about shotgunning but never done it before. The only one I'd ever smoked with were Dave, Jules, and Alicia.
Misha took a light drag from the joint and then handed it to Dave. He smiled. "No shotgun for me?" he asked.
Misha looked at me, "Do you mind if I do, Jason?" she asked. I nodded my head no, and then watched as the woman I'd just fucked the living day lights out of shared a hit of smoke with my best friend. Dave kissed Misha as she passed the smoke between their lips.
When they broke off, Dave handed me the joint. "I'm done, man! That was good for me." He smiled at Misha then at me.