Jimmy has a Question…

“You got a lighter?”

I was stunned he was speaking to me and now asking me if I had a lighter. I stared back in awe.

“Yeah sorry to ask mine just ran out” he had lowered himself to meet my eye line and leaned his arms on the door. I saw veins protruding here and there and a small waft of weed and his cologne breezed into my car. “You can hit it if you want” he said to sell me more on offering a lighter. A slight desperation in his voice. It was funnier to me because he could have asked for a lot less and I still would have done it.

“Yeah, I think I might have one in here” I stammered back. “Why don't you come over and meet me in my car. You can bring your sandwich if you want too.” he tapped his hand on the car door as he turned to head back to his car. Still caught completely off-guard I sat staring in my driver seat. Next thing I knew I was digging through my center console praying one of my stoner friends left a lighter in here. I didn't smoke often but a few of my friends did and were always leaving lighters around. I found a pink Bic at the bottom of my center console. Of course it had to be pink. I grabbed my sandwich and stumbled out of my car.

I walked over to Jimmy's passenger side door and opened it. A now much larger magnitude of weed and his cologne flooded my nostrils. “Nice car” I said almost obligatorily as I sunk into the passenger seat. “Yeah, its not bad” he offered as he reached for a fairly sized rolled blunt laying in the tray in front of the cup holders. This was clearly meant as a spot for pens or maybe change, but naturally for Jimmy, it wasn't. “You mind if I get that light? I still have to seal this before it's ready” “Sure” I said, fishing the lighter out of my pocket.

I handed him the pink lighter and he let out a small chuckle. “One of the girls leave that in your car?” he said, almost knowingly. “Yeah, Jenna usually. I don't partake as much as her, but something about this morning made it seem right.” I responded. I looked over and Jimmy was in his own ritual. Almost methodically his hands moved, and his face was hard with concentration. Then he opened his mouth and his long tongue fell out. It met the base of the blunt as he ran his tongue up what must have been the seam of the outer layer. I was instantly turned on. Flashes of Jimmy running his tongue along the underside of this mornings boner flashed into my head. Thankfully my brown bag and sandwich were sitting in my lap, able to cover my now stiffening dick. Unconsciously, I glanced over towards Jimmy's crotch and saw a rather impressively large lump snaked into the right leg of his jeans.

A flick of a lighter and I looked up to see Jimmy now waving the newly produced flame over the blunt. He brought it to his lips, lit the other end and inhaled deeply. As he held it in he dropped the lighter in the cup holder and then brought his hands to the bulge within his pants I found moments ago. He lifted himself a bit off the drivers seat and attempted to readjust himself. He exhaled a large plume of smoke and a small cough. “I hate wearing jeans” he said sputtering through a cough. As if all of us shared his constriction issues with our denim. He handed the lit blunt to me as he sat back down, finishing his adjustment.

“Yeah, man...” I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. I decided to focus on the blunt instead of thinking of ways to awkwardly fill the dead air. I inhaled my own portion and immediately almost started coughing. I handed the blunt back to a giggling Jimmy, clearly amused at how my first hit was going. During my coughing fit I remember Jimmy saying 'I could hit it' and then my brain combined that with the image of him licking the blunt turning into my dick. Then a true daydream image of Jimmy behind me grabbing my waist and ramming himself in hard.

“You good man?” he questioned, still laughing, taking his now fourth hit skipping me in the rotation for my hacking up a lung. “Yeah, I'm good” I managed to say, “that's some good shit.” As if I had known what shit would have been good or otherwise. He chuckled. This time not in an actual laughing type of way, but an almost flirty way. The way he probably would if one of his girlfriends claimed it too.

“You know what really sucks though, I get so fucking horny every time I end up smoking doing it before school always means I have to sneak off first period to bust a nut. I swear I can't make it through the day unless I do. If I don't with these jeans on today will be impossible.” Jimmy said. I chalked it up to him having to be incredibly stoned. Then again, on second thoughts of him, he probably talked like this will all his guy friends. He handed the blunt back to me and took more bites of his sandwich. I managed to finally take one successful hit from the blunt before passing it back, about half of it still left.

“Shit! Is that the time!?” Jimmy exclaimed. I looked at the digital clock on his dashboard. 7:13. School started at 7:15 and any student arriving after that gets detention. Before I could react Jimmy started his car, threw it in reverse and revved out of his spot, with me still inside. “I can't get fucking detention, Coach will kill me. I'll drive you back later for your car, we just gotta go.” he said still with a slight giggle. I giggled too, I had forgotten I even had my car there...