Sarah

You look at your phone, seeing your cousin's name atop a message.

"Hey Jack! Are you free tonight?" it reads.

"Sure," you type back. "What's up?"

"Wanna come over? My friends are going out tonight, so I've the room to myself."

"Sure," you reply. "What time?"

"Whenever works!"

You swing your backpack over your should, before heading off to Sarah's room. It doesn't take you long before you arrive, knocking on Sarah's front door.

"Come in!" Sarah calls.

You push the door open, finding Sarah. Her dark hair's pulled up into a bun, her school blouse unbuttoned just enough to reveal the red, lacy outline of a red bra. You look into the deep cleavage, her bountiful breasts pressed together, wondering just how warm and soft it'd be to slide your dick in there.

"Hey," Sarah asks, looking nervous. "So, do you have any plans for the night?"

"Nah, I'm good. I can just hang out with you, if you're free."

"Good," Sarah nods, before gulping.

"Are you OK?" you ask, eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's totally cool," Sarah says, as she fumbles through her drawer.

Sarah pulls out a small, badly made wooden box. It's surface is uneven and unvarnished, and its hinges seem to be located in the wrong area, making it open slightly at an angle.

"It's from wood-working," Chloe says, opening it to reveal a small baggie of weed, rolling papers, a strip of cardboard and a thick blunt. "Makes a good stash box. Do you want to smoke?"

You nod, taking the blunt in your hand and pushing open the dorm window to about forty degrees out, the widest it can get, thanks to those fancy new "anti-suicide locks". Sarah passes you a lighter with a pineapple clad in sunglasses on it. You spark a flame, dipping the blunt's end in it as it sets alight. You inhale deeply, filling your lungs with smoke before passing it to Sarah. Her pretty, thick lips slip around the filter, her eyes on yours as she takes a drag. The two of you pass it back and forth, slowly rising into highness. As you smoke, you slowly watch your cousin's movement. Her soft, pale skin... the curves of her breasts on her skinny frame... the way her ass presses against her skirt... You soon find your familiar friend in your pants growing.

Sarah doesn't exactly keep her eyes to herself. She occasionally looks down at your bulge, and although initially, you try to hide it, she doesn't seem shocked or offended, only awkward and embarrassed. As you continue smoking, you hide your erection less and less, letting Sarah catch longer and longer glimpses.

"I think it's finished," Sarah says, dropping the smoking end out of the window and letting it fall towards the earth. "So what now?"

Sarah looks at you for a moment, clearly still nervous... but her eyes still flash down to your member.