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."

and with a little help from him, tucked it under then rolled back up. She winced at how loose it

smiled and licked it,

now, right?" she asked, looking at

along the strip again." Becky ran her tongue along the underside of the joint and had to smile. Chris did too, then inspected the results. "Nicely done. Now twist and burn." She twisted the tip and used the lighter. Some

shit," she said and blew it

said, taking it from her. He nodded his approval. "Very nice. That

"Thank you," she said.

Laura smoked for the

just didn't know how to roll a joint." She patted his knee. "You're

head to the

than getting drunk. You ever seen potheads

They think practicing medicine makes them a moral superiority. No smoking, no drugs, but every night they

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 because

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

"Some still do probably."

things. It's not like I enjoy listening to music or talking with my

house. "This is making me want

Her hair seemed redder in the lights of the family room, softer, and he wanted to touch it. "Well, you're welcome to ride with us if you want. Simon said you might be

see. Depends when Laura gets back." Then, "Did

it briefly. Joe something,

I walked in on

"Really?"

were in the shower

Go Laura." He swallowed. "You get

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 to herself. I can't

met

a deep breath. "Uh,

conspiratorially.

"He can be."

she rethought. "Then again, who isn't

her leaning in, Chris could smell

"Oh my

who wore

is it a good smell or a bad smell

laying on his bed, napping in the late afternoon sun.

She leaned back and turned up the TV

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

the only