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."

a little help from him, tucked it under then rolled back up. She winced at how loose it was, but he told her it was

lick-strip," he said. She smiled and licked it, pressing it down

now, right?" she asked,

ran her tongue along the underside of the joint and had to smile. Chris did too, then inspected the results. "Nicely done. Now

said and blew

his approval. "Very nice. That was your first?" She nodded

"Thank you," she said.

other in the headphone case, then smiled and shook his head. "You know, Laura smoked for the first time this afternoon.

didn't know how to roll a joint." She patted his

his head to the compliment. "Thank

getting drunk. You ever seen

said. "We call 'em HPM's: Holy Pre-Meds. They think practicing medicine makes them a

There's this girl, biggest bitch ever. She drinks, she sleeps around, and she thinks I'm not fit to be

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

"Some still do probably."

listening to music or talking with my friends or... No, I'm

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

wanted to touch it. "Well, you're welcome to ride with us if you want. Simon said you might be getting

watch. "We'll see. Depends when Laura gets back." Then, "Did you know she's seeing a

it briefly. Joe something,

in on her this afternoon

"Really?"

were in the

swallowed. "You get to meet

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 argue with that." "But you haven't even met him. He might

met him?"

a deep breath. "Uh,

leaned in conspiratorially. "Is he

"He can be."

she rethought.

could smell her perfume. "Are you wearing

"Oh my god!

had an ex-girlfriend who wore

An ex." She leaned a little closer. "So is it a good

saw a flash of memory: Shannon laying on his bed, napping in the late afternoon sun. She was holding his hand. He smiled. "Still

"Good." She leaned back and turned up the TV volume. They both sat in silence

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

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