It was Saturday night and Mike was home alone. He didn't mind because there were absolutely no interruptions as he watched hockey. It was the playoffs and the second game of the night was just coming to an end.
He went to the kitchen to get a drink and paused to take a long look at the freezer. He pursed his lips and frowned, trying to make a decision and, after about fifteen seconds of good hard thinking, he opened the freezer and reached to the back. Fishing around between the ice cube trays, the frozen fish sticks and the half empty ice cream container, he finally found what he was looking for. The plastic bag, sealed closed with the ziplok was still there and, best of all, so too was the quarter ounce of pot he bought the week before.
He reached into a little used bottom drawer beside the stove that was packed with plastic shopping bags and other useless things and retrieved a small pipe and a lighter. He sat at the table and packed a tiny amount of pot into the bowl and then looked up with a start.
The front door was opening and he quickly pushed the baggie and pipe into the pockets of his track pants. The bulges were clearly visible but he figured if he didn't have to stand up, it wouldn't be too obvious.
He looked at the clock and saw that it was just past 9:30 pm. He guessed it had to be Jennie, his girlfriend's eighteen year old daughter. He knew it couldn't possibly be Debbie. She never came home anywhere near 9:30. Her habits over the past several months had laid the pattern out quite well. On weekdays, she disappeared shortly after Mike got home from work and didn't usually come home until well after 2 am, sometimes after 3 am. On weekends, she was usually gone by the time Mike got out of bed and sometimes popped in and out throughout the day for a few minutes; long enough to change clothes or grab a jacket. Other than that, he didn't see her much and talked to her even less; and that was just the way he liked it.
As he suspected, it was Jennie coming home which did surprise him a little bit. He expected that she would be out for the whole evening. Instead, here she was with one of her friends in tow; it was Cathy. Although they were both eighteen years of age, Jennie and Cathy were almost the exact opposites in appearance.
Jennie was about 5'4" and had a pretty face with the biggest smile Mike had ever seen on a girl. She had long straight brown hair flowing over her shoulders and she was grinning brightly as she walked into the kitchen. She was petite and had small 34B breasts which hung well on her small frame. Her bum was nice and round and she liked to show it off wearing tight jeans or short skirts. Tonight she was wearing a denim skirt and a loose fitting white button-down shirt. She'd left at least four buttons undone at the top which gave some fleeting glimpses of her small tits if she turned to the side.
Cathy was a little taller than Jennie but her body was so slim Mike wondered sometimes if she was sick. Her hair was dirty blonde and cut just past her shoulders. She had a pretty face and big eyes that reminded Mike of a deer. She too was smiling and she greeted Mike shyly when she walked in. She was wearing a denim mini-skirt too, but where Jennie's was blue, hers was white. Her sheer blue top was blousy and had puffed up sleeves and shoulders. Mike was sure he could see her bra through it and he wondered to himself why she even bothered to wear a bra. Her tits were almost completely flat. Staring at them absently he wondered if her nipples were large and round or small and puffy like Jennie's were.
He knew what Jennie's nipples looked like because he'd seen them. In fact he'd sucked on them and done any number of other things with them. Two weeks before, he and Jennie had gotten high together and ended up fucking each other's brains out on the living room couch. He smiled as he remembered seeing her nipples for the first time. They were bright red and hard and they looked just like strawberries. He'd almost imagined they were strawberries when he tasted them. Then last week, he'd unwrapped a bath towel from around her body after her shower and licked her pussy until she screamed in orgasm. He smiled even more when he remembered how her pussy had tasted too.
'What are you smiling about?' Jennie asked as she sat down at the table with him.
Mike shook himself out of his reverie and looked at her in surprise as she sat with him. He fully expected that she and her friend would have adjourned to Jennie's bedroom, never to be seen again until morning.
'Nothing,' he said. 'What's up? How come you and Cathy aren't hiding out in your room? That's what you usually do when you come home.'
Jennie smiled broadly and shared a conspiratorial look with Cathy.
Well,' she began in a sing-song voice, 'we thought it would be nice to spend some time with my favourite step-father for a change.'
Mike smiled cynically and nodded.
'I'm not your father.' He said with a grin. 'And I should feel grateful for this should I? Knowing how you two are such hot items on the town, I should feel blessed that you choose to spend some time with this poor old charity case.'
'Well,' Jennie said, 'we are pretty hot you know. Just look at us and you'd already know that!'
'Yeah, I see that.' Mike answered. 'Now cut the crap. What do you want?'
Jennie smiled at Cathy again and then Cathy stepped forward and then leaned against the table top right beside Mike.
'Jennie told me you shared something with her a couple of weeks ago.' She said. She blushed a little and then sat down in the chair and faced Mike squarely. 'She said you already knew that we... um...'
'That you smoked pot?' Mike offered.
Cathy smiled and blushed again and then nodded.
'And now you want me to share some pot with you and your friend here?' He said as he turned toward Jennie.
Jennie blushed too and then nodded.
