I finished rolling up the skinny, short blunt, sealed it, and sat it on the nightstand. Then I got two cups, ice, the jack and the coke. Lastly, I rigged up a contraption out of a toilet roll tube, dryer sheets, and a sock one of my friends told me would keep the smoke detectors from going off. We were able to open a window as well. I turned up the AC, poured us drinks, and lit the blunt. Joy had been finding something on the TV. She settled on Flavor of Love.
After I took huge pull from the blunt, I blew my smoke into the contraption. The AC blew the rest of the smoke around, but it was only a thin haze. I passed both the blunt and the contraption to Joy. The smoke detector didn't go off, thankfully.
"Couple more hits on it, if you want."
She took the blunt and burned it down in two long hits, then blew her smoke into the sock, flushed the blunt, and washed her hands. When she came back, she sat on my bed, snuggled up close enough for me to smell her perfume. She sipped her drink, grimaced, then leaned closer, brushed her lips against mine. I noticed she'd taken off her shoes at some point. The polish on her toes was bright blue.
I leaned in over her and did more than brush my lips against hers. I locked her into a hot kiss that sent both of us rubbing and squeezing on each other, making hungry little noises.
For a brief moment it hit me that I was kissing Joy, Stef's mom, but then I lost myself in the kiss, in her spicy-sweet mouth. When I ran my hands over her thighs and hips, she sighed. When grabbed and squeezed one of her titties, she moaned.
Then, she broke off the kiss and stood up. Honestly, I thought the fantasy was over.
Then she started undressing.
