Lisa smokes

Lisa sucks in her first cloud of pot smoke, and almost immediately begins to cough. You jump up and grab a bottle of water from the fridge (after okaying it with Brittany), and hand it to Lisa, who is still clearing her throat. "Thanks, John. That was pretty intense."

"You feeling better?" you ask. "Not just like, you stopped coughing, but you feel like you're getting high?"

"Umm, I don't know, maybe. I don't know what it feels like, you know?" Lisa looks worried that she won't get high, so you try to calm her down.

"Don't worry about it, Lisa. Just have another hit when your turn comes up. You'll get baked, don't worry."

The bong gets passed around to Brittany, Amy, Allison, you, then back to Lisa. This time, she takes her hit with much less fanfare, and only a little coughing, and you can see her eyes start to glaze over and a smile crawl across her face. Allison shouts, "That's the look! She is fuuuuucked up!" Lisa just laughs. The bong makes another round, and everyone in the group is feeling high.

Amy, who's been uncharacteristically quiet so far, speaks up. "So Brittany, Allison and I were talking earlier about how we'd like to have an orgy." You get very nervous, but since this is what you've been hoping for, you just sit and wait. "Lisa said she'd like that, too, and I don't think we'll get any complaints from John." You nod in agreement. "So Brittany, are you up for that?"

Allison chimes in. "Yeah Brit, I've been dying to show John my tits since the bar, when I spilled that drink on them. And if you were wondering, no, John, I'm not wearing a bra." Allison removes her shirt and reveals two of the most amazing tits you've ever seen. "So are we gonna get it on, or what?"

Brittany chugs the rum and coke she made herself, and says, "Absolutely."