A stoned blowjob

I start, “When the three of us lived together in Denver, Joey had the best luck with the ladies. Ross had banged a crazy CU-Boulder girl. I didn’t have much luck meeting people. But I did get visitors. A few girls flew out from the Midwest to visit me in Colorful Colorado. Ross must have appreciated my method of getting laid and tried it out himself.”

Rachel picks up, “When I was a senior in college, I got a Facebook message from Ross who I knew from high school. We had never dated but I always thought he was a cute guy a few years older than me. So we started texting. He invited me out to Colorado as friends. I was adamant that we needed to be friends before we started dating.

“He was into me, so he followed my guidelines and kept it very polite and gentlemanly. I asked where I would sleep. He said I would have his room, and he would sleep on the couch so I could have privacy. I told him I wasn’t kicking him out of his bed; I’d sleep on the couch. He caved to my condition.”

I add, “Ross didn’t even tell us he was flying in a girl. Maybe he wanted to keep it a secret from Joey. He actually made it on a weekend when Joey was out of town skiing.”

“I think Chandler was on the couch when I first walked in the door,” Rachel says. “Ross gave the briefest introduction before whisking me away. I thought it was strange. But he had a lot planned for that day and wanted to get to it.

“He took to me lunch, then a distillery tour. We walked downtown. He told me how he’d love to take me to the mountains next time. I should bring my skis. He was making plans for the future, which I appreciated. He kept it friendly and didn’t make a move on me. Didn’t even hold my hand while crossing the street.

“We had a nice dinner, where Ross might have had three too many. I was honestly nervous getting in the car with him. I subtly asked if I could drive. He refused. I told him how I felt. I said I’d rather walk than get in the car with a drunk driver. Looking back it was our first serious argument.

“He finally conceded and handed me the keys. He was cold the whole drive home. It ruined the night. I was counting down the hours until my flight home the next morning. It was pretty late when we got back. I got ready for bed in the bathroom. He directed me to a couch in the basement that was right outside his room. I didn’t feel comfortable being so close. I chose to sleep on the nicer couch upstairs.”

I pick up the story, “I couldn’t sleep so I decided to smoke a bowl. I put on my coat and shoes and left my room. I stumbled onto a beautiful girl laying on our couch—flannel pajamas pants and a crew neck BSU sweatshirt. I apologized for waking her. She said not to apologize. She couldn’t fall asleep. It looked like she had been crying. I held up the bowl, I couldn’t fall asleep either that’s why I’m going out to smoke this.

“What’s this? She asked. I bashfully said weed. She had never smoked before and I was never one to peer pressure. I just started smoking that year. She wanted to join me and try it. I gave her one of my jackets and shoes to wear. She laughed at the fit. We were almost the same size.

“We walked across the street to a park. We sat down on the hill that had an incredible view of the city. I lit the bowl and showed her how to do it. She shook her head and asked if I could blow it into her mouth. I took a hit and moved my face close to hers. I blew slowly out and watched her full lips make a sensual O and suck it in. After a too many hits like this, I was extremely high, and she was high for the first time.”

“And only time,” Rachel says. “It was a new feeling. Like my mind and body were a stone weighing me to the spot while I looked out over the city lights. I don’t know how long we sat there, but I started shivering and Chandler wrapped his arms around me to warm me up. He said we should get you back inside. He held my hand as we crossed the street back to the house.”

“Without even thinking I went into his room to take off his jacket in shoes. He came in holding two cokes, his eyes low and bloodshot sporting the biggest goofy grin. My mouth had never been so dry. I gulped at the dink. I thanked him and asked him how long it will last. He said it’ll be over when I wake up.”

Rachel pauses and stretches her neck.

I pick up the story, “She said she didn’t want to sleep yet and sat down on my bed. I sat down next to her. I said her boyfriend was downstairs. She said Ross is just a friend, so I kissed her. She slowly and gently kissed back. Her tongue lapped against mine. We laid back on the bed together side-by-side.”

“I made the first move while making out,” Rachel admits. “I had to feel his arms. They were so sexy and muscular. That led to him feeling up my body. I let him and kissed back more aggressively, squeezing his muscles. His hands made their way to my boobs. I wasn’t wearing a bra under my sweatshirt.”

Me: “She let out a throaty sigh when I squeezed her boob. Like she was trying to hold it back but the pleasure was too overwhelming. Her hand shot from my arm to my waist where she rubbed up and down my hard cock. In response I rolled on top of her and took control. As we made out, I dug my hand into her flannel pants and rubbed her through her panties. I can still feel the heat on my knuckles.”

She lets out a long breath in memory, “The weed heightened my sensations. The pleasure was overwhelming. Usually I stop guys from getting in my pants. With Chandler I begged him to put a finger in.”

“I pulled her panties to the side and explored how wet she was. She was a moaning mess beneath me as I fingered her and kissed her neck. I listened to her moans to guide my fingers to what she liked, then I rubbed her to climax.”

“I let loose all my tension from the fight with Ross. I came so freaking hard. I didn’t care if this was a man I just met. He made me feel so good. He grinned at me as I recovered. I immediately mounted his lap. I took his shirt off over his head and pushed his shoulders back until he was flat on the mattress. I started kissing down his chiseled body. I wanted to repay him for the first mind-blowing orgasm of my life.”

“She looked up at me with her blue bloodshot eyes. She smiled slyly knowing what she was about to do. She pulled down my pants and then stared at my erection resting on my body. She slowly started kissing up my shaft, and planted a big kiss on my head. Then she moved up and whispered in my ear, something I’ll never forget.”

“I said, I’ve never sucked a dick this big. I apologize in advanced if I scrape you with my teeth. I’ll try to keep my mouth wide. Then I went back down his body and grabbed his dick. It felt even more intimidating in my hand. I told myself that I never back down from a challenge.”

“And she proceeded to give me the most incredible blowjob I had ever had. She let me watch the entire thing. She didn’t hide her skills. She flaunted them like they came from years of hard. She could tell I was close and opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She jerked me and slapped my cock down on her tongue until I exploded cum into her mouth.”

“I immediately swallowed it and showed him my empty mouth. He did the sexiest thing possible and French kissed my dirty mouth. As he got dressed he asked for my number. I told him it would be best to pretend this never happened. Even if Ross and I didn’t work out, I didn’t want it to get out that I blew a guy I had just met. I had a reputation I wanted to keep.”

“Obviously I would’ve enjoy a chance for her. We had great chemistry that night, but in the morning there was no chemistry. She acted aloof and cold when I came in the room. She acted like the whole night was regrettable. It was a little heartbreaking but I got over it.”

I end the story about our stoned hookup when Ross and her were just friends.