Roo was fresh from the shower, combing out her tangles when she heard the tap on the door. I had just gotten out myself, toweling down when she pulled on one of my T-shirts. Watching her pull a top on over her head was always heaven for me. Raising her arms, her round soft orbs rising in unison, big pink nipples smooth, inviting and enticing. Then the bounce as her arms pulled the shirt out and over, squeezable boobs at rest once again. My shirt barely covered her big pink bottom as she went to let Teri in.
Our neighbor from across the breezeway slipped in all smiles. "Looky what I got!" she sang, handing a tight baggy down to Roo. I say handed down because Roo was as short as Teri was tall, as in Amazon tall, all six feet of her... Imagine glacier blue eyes, puffy lips, small nose and a page boy haircut. She was small chested, lean in the middle with long beautifully shaped legs to make any model jealous. She was wearing white shorts and a halter, flip flops, normal Teri casual attire.
I came in wearing some gym shorts about the time Roo turned to me with said bag, smiling, "Looks like the drought is over, babe. What ya think?"
Teri looked at me, eyes dancing.
I said, "It looks that way, praise be! Teri, good going. You need to leave it here?" I sniffed the cannabis, smiling.
Teri grinned, nodding, "Yes, if you don't mind. I'm going to go help Bob get ready. He's got Guard this weekend." Looking at the bag in my hands, she gave Roo a sideways hug. "Can I come back over later, or ya'll got plans?"
Laughing, Roo opined that her plans were to go put some panties on and pour some wine. We all laughed and Teri went out. This discussion may have seemed unusual, unless you knew that Bob was an MP in the Reserves one weekend a month, also worked full time and took Justice classes at night college. He took a dim view of weed obviously and Teri had to be careful. She got to indulge rarely, only when he was at Guard duty could she let her short hair down.
Roo padded into the kitchen barefoot and dug out the corkscrew. She reached for the upper cabinet for the bottle. I just couldn't help myself, slipping up behind her and cupping each of her beauties, squeezing, squeezing. Roo on tippy toe, her butt cheeks trembling in exertion against my manhood. Her arms come down, "Stop it! I need to dry my hair, let me go, ya big goof! You do the cork thing with the wine OK?" She twisted away from me, giggling. It was all I could do to let her escape my amorous clutches. Nothing but thin gym shorts between me and heaven on earth. I sighed and began doing 'the cork thing'.
Just so as you know, Roo and I were not experiencing an embarrassment of riches. My perky moppet, all of nineteen yrs young, had found work with an insurance agent. I got on delivering paint for a factory. I got home decent most days. But... We were starting with zip, nada. We moved in with rucksacks, backpacks and guitars filling the back of an old station wagon. We ate standing over the sink mostly. My parents donated an old futon for the living room. We had a Panasonic three in one in the bedroom. We had crossed the country after meeting in Massachusetts, (see earlier story), traveling around the country, working carnivals and odd jobs along the way. We'd landed in Georgia finally and were beginning to settle in.
I heard Roo's rattly old hair dryer shut off. Soon she emerged, her strawberry blond hair cascading to mid back. "Teri back yet?" I poured her some wine in a sippy cup, shook my head. She padded out to the living room, still no panties, Mmm. She called behind, "Is the tray still under the couch?"
I averred, "I think so, look under the left side". I came around the corner just in time to see her soft butt waving to the world, puss perfectly framed. It was worth the watch, yum. She straightened just as Teri tapped and came in. She wore a faded pink duster.
"Bob's gone. I'm doing a load of whites, so before I forget again help me keep time OK?" Roo gave her a taste of her wine, nodding to me. Taking the hint, I rinsed out some glasses as they sat dawn, chattering away. They'd become close friends over the last three months. At least they found a lot humor together even without getting high.
The guy with the loud motorcycle went by outside, pulling in two buildings down. The sun was still up. I could see it from the open blinds as I re- entered the living room. It was July, the air was running, bills were being paid and it was Friday night at home. The baggie sat on the rolling tray on the carpet. The girls had both positions of the futon so I sat on the floor and began rolling one up. Roo jumped up, went to the bedroom to turn up the stereo. Teri stretched, hands over head, then pulled her duster just above her knees. "Summer is forever when it's hot. What am I saying? You don't even have AC at work, do you?"
I smiled, "Nope, 2-60's about it. Always glad to come home. But when I grow up, things'll be different!" We laughed, heard Roo yelling if the sound was up enough. She came back in, snapping on some yellow panties, darn. But bra less Roo walking was always enjoyable too. Just the sway and jiggle of those soft young unbound tits, just so sensual to suddenly half masted me. She took up her place, with Teri to her right, um, the Teri that was looking at my shorts and grinning. No words just there, just mirth dancing in those glacier blues.
I handed up the number to my couched companions, let them light and go while I focused on shrinkage. The internal debate in one corner was for yours truly to find some underwear. The other side was for waiting. Other side won. Couldn't get up, because I was already up so to say. Teri's glance had hardened my resolve and I really needed to adjust. Teri was telling Roo something about cable TV as she passed the joint down to me and again looking at my discomfort, making things worse. She didn't grin this time, just kept talking, just kept looking. Intently. Looking. Handing it up to Roo, I swiveled to my left on the floor, leaning against the futon, settling between Roo's spread legs. She absently petted my head and rubbed my shoulder as this new thing called cable was discussed. Another joint pass from the Valkyrie, talking, talking, the high starting in. Eyes softer, trying not to look south of my head. Failing for an instant, start of a blush. She rised for a second to plump her duster, but returning, the hem halfway to Valhalla.
I got my arm up and laid it across Roo's thighs. From where I sat, I could see the little blond hairs on the insides of her thighs, where she never shaves. I listened to the conversation, learned about something called HBO and caressed my girl's thighs just ever so gently, just how she likes. I did it for no apparent reason, just like when she petted my head.
Roo sighed, spread her little thighs out some more.
When girls hit their stride in a conversation, then salt it with a little ganja, you might as well step aside. there just wasn't any room left for third hand interjection. They talked and sipped wine. The ganja arrived at my head, last stop here. The giggling continued. Those little blonde hairs were so soft, oh so soft. And I'm eye level with her pretties hiding in that T-shirt. I caressed further north up those thighs, nothing outre, just dinging a few of her 'sensitive' spots in the hollows and thinking about taking a nipple in to my mouth like I did the Saturday night before in the park.
The sun just setting. She'd found a roach in the ashtray, it was just enough on the drive over. Everyone was leaving the park as we pulled in. We parked in the area next to the maintenance shed away from the trees so we could see the stars come out. I remember us getting out, leaning against the hood. I kissed her. She kissed back. We kissed some more. She did that little hip shift she does when she starts getting wet. She walked ahead, peering around, then beckoning me into the pines. Under a big spruce, kissing more, kissing urgently. I pulled her peasant blouse up, no bra there, and took a nipple in to suck as I held both of her heavy orbs. Her little hands were at my jeans, unzipping, liberating, cool air against turgidity. Somehow, we got her jeans to her knees, still kissing, me reaching into her panties, strawberry fur soaked, goo in her undies, on her thighs, trembles, more trembles. She pulled on me, trying to free my balls, trying to get my underwear down. We were in public. Still kissing deeply. We were in PUBLIC. My hand was inside her panties, now rolled down halfway off her hips. I was jilling her, flipping her distended clit, plunging two fingers in, returning, little slaps to make her gasp and jerk...her hips caught their cadence, the ancient mating dance, the back and forth, shimmy, sway, the promise of ecstasy.
