FUCK WEED
Copyright 2022 by Stormbringer
Mike Hayes was bending down to pick up another branch from last night's storm when he heard the car come squealing to a stop on the other side of the stone fence surrounding his yard. He didn't think much of it until he heard some doors slamming. He looked up as a dark figure appeared in the twilight rising up above his eight-foot fence. The man must have been standing on the hood of a car. The hoodie covered black man appeared to be trying to climb over his fence. Mike ducked behind a tree and whipped out his cell phone. He kept a wary eye on the black thug as he pressed 9 then 1. His finger froze above the last 1. He didn't need to call the police. Blaring sirens told him that the police were already on their way.
The black man tossed a bundle into a bush in Mike's yard before he disappeared, jumping off the hood of his car. Mike approached his fence, hearing a car door slam on the other side. Police lights reflected off the leaves in his trees as another car slammed its brakes and then another further down the street.
"Freeze," yelled an authoritative voice. "Hands up."
"About time," muttered Mike. The police had a reputation for not doing their jobs. Crime had skyrocketed and the dem-coms running the city council had voted with the trend of defunding the police a few years back. Mike was grateful for the fence which helped keep out the riffraff. Of course, the drug dealer they were arresting would be back on the street in a few hours thanks to the lefty district attorney.
Mike quit listening to the arrest and walked over to his hydrangea. It didn't take much rooting around for him to find the object the thug had tossed into his yard. He held it up, not quite sure what it was in the growing darkness. He thought about tossing it back over the fence to the police, but curiosity changed his mind and he carried the bundle toward the lights on his back deck. He held it up to the light, recognizing the leaves and buds.
He was holding a brick of marijuana!
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"How was work?" he asked when his wife came home the next day.
Jodi Hayes sighed and dropped her briefcase on the couch. "Typical," she said. "I need a good long soak in the tub after dinner."
"Well, I was thinking the hot tub would feel nice tonight," he said, handing her a glass of wine.
Jodi's warning bells went off. She knew her husband too well. A soak in the hot tub and some wine to loosen her up meant he was hoping to have sex. "The tub sounds great, but don't get your hopes up for anything else," she told him, accepting and sipping her wine. His shoulders visibly slumped as she dashed his high hopes.
Jodi taught eighth grade at middle school and over the last few years she'd been having a rough time of it. A local civil rights group had sued the school over the fact that the remedial level classes for the disruptive students were 100% black. The school board's compromise was to end the remedial classes and place the disruptive students back in with the better-behaved students. She'd been happy with her job up until that point. She'd also dodged a bullet. She was the top teacher in her district for recommending students for those remedial classes.
The fact that Jodi Hayes was a stunner and built like a stripper didn't help much either. Jodi was four years younger than Mike's 38 and still glowing with youthful beauty. Long red hair fell down between her shoulder blades. Her eyes were bright and green. Her lips full, naturally dark, and her smile could brighten any room though she rarely smiled. Her face was very Playboy girl next door, but her body was pure Penthouse. She wouldn't tell her husband, but he'd checked her bra. Her giant breasts were an E-cup and sat proud above a thin waist and a flat belly. All natural, but Mike didn't blame his buddies when they asked where Jodi had gotten her implants. A few didn't believe him. Her breasts were too big and perfect to be normal. He replied bitterly that if she'd gotten implants, she'd be more inclined to show them off. Her ass was great also, full, fit, and firm, thrusting up and out in a nice firm bubble to balance out the weight on her chest. Her legs were long and very fit. Her breasts kept her from running so she stayed fit with an exercise bike in the garage and yoga classes at the gym.
Jodi dressed pretty conservatively normally and especially for school. Today she was wearing slacks and a surprisingly tight top that hugged her breasts, but she'd covered them up with an open sweater. Jodi took the sweater off and tossed it over the back of a chair. Her top was a little daring for her. It was low cut, showing off her freckled chest and even a little cleavage. Her nipples were visible poking through her bra and top. Jodi was freckled like a lot of redheads, but not heavily so and they were concentrated in certain areas, mostly her upper cheeks and chest. Her breasts and belly were pale white and blemish free. She untucked her shirt loosening it so that her nipples were less visible. "What's for dinner?" she asked.
"Just a light salad with some salmon on it," he told her. She nodded happy with his choice. Mike wished he'd gone heavier. He was hungry and craving steak and potatoes, but he had some erectile issues and found his pills worked better on an empty stomach. Oh well, he thought. Eating light was still good for him as he'd been developing a paunch over the last few years.
They ate and filled each other in on their day. He refilled her glass of wine. "No more after this, okay?" she said with a smirk. He was still hoping for sex and another glass or two, she might have given in. He'd learned that early on when they were dating. She didn't mind. She'd had a religious upbringing and it had left her uptight about sex and her body. She rarely let Mike see her nude and sex was always in the dark. She couldn't shake her inhibitions. The best wildest sex they'd had had been after a night clubbing when they were drunk. Alcohol was also responsible for her losing her virginity. During her senior year, she'd gotten drunk celebrating her eighteenth birthday at a party in high school and decided she didn't want to be a virgin anymore. She hadn't been allowed to date, but ended up sleeping with a male friend that she'd been talking to when the buzz hit her. He was a bit of a nerd and also a virgin. He didn't last long, squirting within seconds of putting his little five-inch dick in her. He'd promised to pull out, but apologized profusely saying he'd lost control. She spent the next month worried he'd gotten her pregnant and avoiding him. She decided he was no longer her friend either when his nerd friends started snickering at her and one even asked her out, assuming she might be an easy lay.
Mike was different. They'd met in college. Sex with him was better, but nothing to rival the descriptions she'd read about in the occasional romance novel she'd read. He always wore a condom and could pace himself pretty well. The first time they'd had sex drunk was also the first time she'd rode him and had lost her inhibitions enough they hadn't turned out the lights. He'd also lasted only a few strokes as she bounced wildly on his skinny six-inch dick. He'd just stared wide eyed at her bouncing breasts while pinching her erect nipples and also lost control. She'd been so into the sex that she hadn't stopped bouncing in his lap until his penis shriveled up and fell out of her. Her pussy had kept the condom and his sperm. Mike fished it out of her and she'd spent another month worried about being pregnant.
He kept wearing condoms the first year of their marriage and quit after that when they decided to try to start a family. Seven years later they remained childless and were certain one of them was infertile. Jodi was convinced it was her, but hadn't seen a doctor about it.
"Hot tub?" he asked after dinner.
She smiled at him. "I'll go get changed."
