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Chapter 38 by wixxy wixxy

After class: try to ditch Carly or just roll with it?

You don't want to be rude, and you can't get away.

Despite your best efforts to slip away after class while Carly was in the restroom, you got held up by the teacher who insisted on asking some bullshit questions about how you ended up on the course, payment and so on. It was obvious he was just delaying you, as he ogled your cleavage the entire time. In fact, it was lucky that Carly came back when she did as you were pretty sure he was going to make a move on you.

Instead, now you find yourself sitting in the park in the late afternoon sunshine with the redhead bombshell stretched out on the grass next to you, chatting idly as you get to know each other. It is taking a lot of concentration from your side to respond with enthusiasm as she reveals information you already know. She moves on to the dreaded topic of men and you have to be on your guard. Her initial questions are easy enough to turn around and get her talking.

"Yeah, there was a guy last year... Went badly. Broke my heart. I dumped him. Had a rebound fling with my neighbor... but he's married and I hated myself for it." Silence. "Man, this got heavy real quick. I think we need to lighten things up a bit." She sits up and fishes around in her purse for something. She draws out a pack of rizla and some very dark-looking weed, and starts rolling up one of her trademark slender joints that you always used to laugh at... and then enjoy immensely because of how skilfully she rolled them. You look at the potent roll of paper with envy - you've not touched the stuff since G-Day plus one when Gwen made you flush the stash out of fear that you'd fall back on old habits and end up giving birth to a stoner, stunted baby.

After sparking up and taking a couple of long, deep drags, she offers it to you with two outstretched fingers. You stare at it and shake your head weakly.

"Aw shit, sorry babe. Are you straight-edge? I don't wanna freak you out."

"No, uh... it's cool. I used to smoke." She laughs at this.

"Used to? What's the skat, you in some kind of recovery program?" She laughs even harder at her own joke.

Tell her about the baby?

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