Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 21

"For a drive anyway." Chris remembered he had to roll some J's before Simon arrived. He might as well do that now. "Feel like watching some TV?"

"Sure."

Chris grabbed the necessary materials from his room and they went down to the family room. Becky turned on the TV.

"I love HBO," she said as an episode of Six Feet Under came on. "I wish we had it."

"It's the only thing worth watching anymore." Chris grabbed a dictionary from the bookcase and set it on the floor with his headphone case in front of him. Inside were two of his favorite pleasures: a pair of Bose QuietComfort headphones and a bag of pot. There were also some rolling papers and a lighter.

"You're rolling a joint?" Becky asked.

"Two, actually."

"I've never rolled a joint before," she said, sitting down beside him on the floor. "Wanna learn?"

"Sure."

"Here." He handed her the papers. "You can help me. Take one of those and grab a book." Becky did and sat back down, laying the paper out on top of the book just as Chris had. "First, we're gonna make a filter. Follow my lead."

Becky watched him fold the paper carefully, over once, then twice, then a third time. His hands worked slowly and delicately. She looked at his face and saw the concentration. She followed his example.

"Alright," he said, once she had the three folds. "Tear off the corner by the strip."

"The strip?"

"Yeah, the lick-strip." He pointed it out to her. It was like the seal of an envelope. She smiled. "The lick-strip?"

"It's a strip that you lick. A lick-strip. Shut up." He saw her grin and smiled himself. "So tear that corner." She did. He set the bag of pot between them. "Grab a nug and sprinkle it down in the center fold, like this." He took a small clump and pulled it apart, auditigrutenéaves outile paper.”

She did the same. "Like this?"

"Smaller, that's too big." He took some of her sprinkle and tore it into finer shake. "The smaller, the better. Bigger clumps don't burn completely. It's wasteful."

"Is there a class for this I wasn't aware of?"

"You're in it. I am a doctor after all." Becky laughed.

"Alright, that's enough," he said. He closed the bag and set it aside. "Now we roll it." He pinched the paper closed between his thumbs and forefingers. "Roll it back and forth to pack the weed down and when the front half of the paper gets low enough, you tuck it in" - he did so - "and then roll back up to the top. Keeping it tight."

Now Chris had a nicely rolled joint held between his fingers. "And then you lick it -" He licked it where the strip met the paper. "Fellate it." He put it length-wise in his mouth, and Becky laughed again. "Twist it." He twisted one end into a point. "And burn it." He pulled out a lighter and dragged the moist J quickly through the flame, then held it out for her to inspect.

She took it, and it was firm and compact, like a cigarette. "Very impressive," she said. "Now you try."

exactly as he did, she rolled the paper down between her fingers, and with a little help from him, tucked it under then rolled back up. She winced at

said. She smiled and licked it, pressing it

it now, right?" she asked, looking

got it. Fellate the hell out of it." She took the joint and slid it between her lips. "Make sure you lick along the strip again." Becky ran her tongue along the underside of the

she said and blew it

big deal," he said, taking it from her. He nodded his approval. "Very nice. That was your first?" She nodded back. "I'm

"Thank you," she said.

the headphone case, then smiled and shook his head. "You know, Laura smoked for the first time this afternoon. And now I've

just didn't know how to roll a joint."

head to the compliment.

getting drunk. You ever seen potheads get into a

call 'em HPM's: Holy Pre-Meds. They think practicing medicine makes them a moral superiority. No smoking, no drugs, but every night they drop close

It's the same with psychology. There's this girl, biggest bitch ever. She drinks, she sleeps around, and she thinks I'm not fit to be a therapist

wrong about smoking marijuana." He shook his head. "You know how it became illegal? Mexican immigration. Law-makers used it as a scare tactic to drive up public concern over the border." He held up an angry finger. "Smoke one of them Mexican hashish reefers and you'll go crazy and murder every one you love. You'll become a compulsive rapist that violates everything that moves - man, woman, child, and dog. They honestly

"Some still do probably."

terrible things. It's not like I enjoy listening to music or talking with my friends or... No, I'm constantly fighting that damn urge

the quiet house. "This is making me want to smoke,"

was smiling. Her hair seemed redder in the lights of the family room, softer, and he wanted to

Laura gets back." Then, "Did you

it briefly.

walked in on her this afternoon

"Really?"

were in the shower

Laura." He swallowed. "You get

eyes narrowed and she looked off at the TV. "He got sick." She said it like an accusation. "I don't know about that, though. Sounded kind of lame to me." She shrugged. "She probably just wanted him all

met him?" she

a deep

leaned in conspiratorially.

"He can be."

Then she rethought. "Then again,

Chris could smell her perfume.

"Oh my god! How'd you

an ex-girlfriend who wore the exact

"So is it a good smell or

scent was stronger. Chris blinked and saw a flash of memory: Shannon laying on his bed, napping in the late

leaned back and turned up the TV volume. They

said, "So the stepsister's got somebody. What about the stepbrother?" Chris

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