Brad pulled a Baggie from his coat and unwrapped it in the table. "What's that," she asked, reaching over to pick it up.
"Easy, let me do this," he said.
"What is it?"
"Pot"
She stirred the herb with her finger, retrieving a bit and tasting it. "I don't understand. A pot, as you call it, is for cooking."
He smiled and rolled a joint, "No, 'pot' is just a term. This is, uh, like medicine. It makes you relax. It is called marijuana."
She spit the tiny bit out, "It's bitter. Not very succulent."
He lit the joint, "Like this." He drew in a bit, held it and let it out.
She studied him for a moment. He handed the cigarette to her, "Now you try it." She took the joint and looked at it. "Do like I did. Take some into your mouth and ease it into your lungs. You do have lungs, right?"
"Well of course I do. I'm as human as you are, maybe a little bit more."
"I didn't know. You seemed to have done away with everything else. I figured you just absorbed oxygen through your skin or something."
She slowly drew a bit of smoke into her mouth, but blew it right out. "No, you have to inhale it." Again she drew in some, and tried to take it in, which only resulted in a coughing fit. "Ain't coughing you ain't smoking."
When she finally regained her composure she said, "Why would you want to do such a thing?"
"Well, it has its moments." He took the joint and drew a bit into his mouth. Leaning over to her he pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers. She kept her mouth tightly closed, so he drew back, inhaled the puff and said, "You have to open your mouth. You said you wanted to learn everything, didn't you?"
Slowly she nodded her head. "What do you intend to do to me tonight?"
"One step at a time. Let's get this down first. I'm not going to hurt you, ok?"
She nodded her head. Again,he drew in a bit of smoke. pulling her close and he put his lips to hers, only this time she opened her mouth, and to his surprise, took all the smoke in, inhaling it. "Now, just hold it there." She did as instructed, finally exhaling.
"What now?" she asked.
"Just wait. How do you feel?"
She looked around a bit and then back at him, "Nothing." After a minute she settled into her chair and became very quiet. Again he drew her close and let her have another puff. He had a little twinge of guilt, polluting this pure little person, but then a glow came over her, "Let me see that," and she took the joint from him. Expertly, she took a puff all the way down. When he tried to retrieve it she greedily pulled back, causing him to laugh.
"How do you feel now?"
"My perception has been enhanced." Her large eyes began to change with the effects of the drug. He became strangely excited with the realization that she was, after all, just a woman, and was reacting just as any UT coed would given the same set of circumstances.
He moved closer to her, and putting his arms around her, he drew her close and pressed his lips to hers only to have her push him away, "I don't have any smoke for you," she said.
"Not necessary for this part," and again he kissed her. Dutifully she opened her mouth and he kissed her for a long time, her tongue responding to his in a very knowledgeable manner. She put the joint down and put her arms around him . "How do you feel now?"
She sat back in her chair. He looked into her eyes. There was a nonverbal communication between them, and she had shifted from anthropologist to total submission in one easy step. She slowly looked down at her feet, and like a little girl she said very quietly, "I think I know what 'fuck around' means now." He took her gently by the hands, and she followed him into the condo like a puppy.
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