3 comments/ 69306 views/ 22 favorites Can I Get A Ride? Ch. 01 By: fukensploogin Tommy was in his third year at the University of Missouri. It was April, early on a Friday afternoon. It had been raining all week, but today there was finally a respite. The sun was shining, birds singing, flowers blooming in bright colors. Tommy and his friend Chris, a sophomore who still lived in the dorm that Tommy had lived in the year before, had been jamming together on their acoustic guitars for an hour outside in a park next to the dorm. They decided they wanted to smoke a little pot and then continue jamming, so they went back to Chris's dorm room to puff a bit. Tommy produced the weed and Chris had a small glass hash pipe. They smoked a couple bowls and decided to jam in the common room of the dorm. Tommy hadn't really missed living in the dorm. He liked having his own space, he liked not having to be wary of the RA whenever they smoked some pot. Chris made sure the pot smoke was blowing out the window, so no worries today. While Tommy was happy he didn't have to live in the dorm any longer, he did miss all the young college girls. Since it was a nice warm day, and the first one in a while, the girls going to and from class were all wearing short shorts and tight little tee shirts. Tommy sat back on the sofa and watched the girls come and go through the common room. Some of them were really cute, a couple were really sexy, and there was one girl that was drop-dead gorgeous. She was talking on a cell phone as she walked through the commons. "Who was that?" Tommy asked Chris after she had passed. "Lauren McCain," he said. "She's nice enough. She's got a boyfriend on the other side of campus. She's a freshman." "Interesting," Tommy said. He played a little riff, and Chris played it back at him. Tommy hit a couple E chords and Chris played that riff again, over it. They jammed it out for a few minutes, before Lauren walked back through the commons, still on the cell phone. She was visibly upset. A few moments later, they heard her yell. "Fine! Do whatever the fuck you want!" Tommy and Chris looked at each other, shrugged. Lauren came back to the common room and sat down on a sofa near Tommy and Chris. "What's going on, Lauren?" Chris said. "My boyfriend is an idiot," she said. "What did he do?" Tommy asked her. She looked at him. He looked right back at her. "I'd rather not talk about it right now," she said, crossing her arms across her chest, just below her perky, full tits. She was wearing a tank top, black and tight, and tiny denim shorts, cut off with ragged, torn hems. "You guys keep playing. I was enjoying hearing you. I'm Lauren, by the way," she said, looking at Tommy. "Tommy Orion," he replied. Chris played a riff, and Tommy recognized it from a Grateful Dead song they knew. Tommy played the next riff, and Chris played the one that followed, and then Tommy hit the E chord, followed with an A, and they started singing "St. Stephen." Lauren didn't seem to know the song, but she enjoyed watching them play it. Suddenly, without stopping playing, they flowed from St. Stephen into a Buddy Holly song she did recognize, called "Not Fade Away," which was all about being in love and thinking it will last forever, and she sang along with them. They changed it up in the middle, breaking into a song, singing about "going down the road, feeling bad... don't wanna be treated this old way," before rolling back into "Not Fade Away" to finish it all off. "That was really cool," she said. Chris shrugged. Tommy said: "The Dead do it better." "Who?" "The Grateful Dead. We're just ripping off them." "Well you did a good job. That was really cool, how you went from one song to another," she said. Tommy smiled, shrugged, played another little riff. "So what are you guys doing tonight?" she asked them. "I'm going to a show at the Blue Note. Split Lip Rayfield is playing," Chris said. "Who are they?" "Kind of a honky-tonk garage-rock punk string band. They rock." "Cool. What about you, Tommy?" "I don't know yet. I was thinking of driving to St. Louis to meet some friends of mine for a jam session." "Oh yeah?" she said. She was suddenly excited. "I was supposed to go see U2 tonight in St. Louis at the Savvis Center. My boyfriend was going to drive me, even though he didn't have a ticket to the show. Anyway, he's an idiot, like I said, and he forgot and he's getting drunk with his buddies right now, so I don't have a ride anymore. I'm supposed to meet some friends at the show. Tommy, I'll pay for your gas if you would take me with you to St. Louis tonight." Tommy didn't have to think twice. "That's a deal," he said. He checked the time on his cell phone. "We should probably leave in a couple hours." "Oh shit, what time is it?" Chris asked. "Almost three," Tommy said. "Shit, I have to get to class. Thanks for the weed, Tommy, we should kick it this weekend." "Sure," Tommy said. Chris ran off, taking his guitar back to his room. "So," Lauren said, moving to sit next to Tommy on the sofa, "do you have a girlfriend?" "Nah," Tommy said, shaking his head. "Groupies?" He laughed. "No, I don't have any groupies, either. Why, do you want to start a fan club?" Now she was laughing. "Maybe. Play another song." "Okay. Umm, this one is called 'Sugar Magnolia.'" He played it for her, an upbeat, fun song about spring and love and youth. She loved it. After he finished, they realized they were hungry and should get some food before they left for St. Louis. They got some dorm food and enjoyed each other's company. After dinner, it was nearing time for them to leave. Tommy walked back to his apartment to get his car while Lauren got ready to go to her concert. Tommy stuffed his guitar in the trunk, next to his electric guitar and his amp. He never went anywhere without a musical instrument or two. He drove back to the dorm and parked right in front. Lauren had given him her cell phone number, and he called it to tell her that he was there and she should come down when she was ready. She came down a few minutes later. Tommy's car was a mid-80's Mercury Grand Marquis. It was a big car, totally made of steel, with a big engine to move it. The front and back seats were quite spacious, and the front seat was a bench seat, and three people could sit across the front if they wanted. Lauren got in the front seat on the passenger side. She had changed clothes for the show. She was wearing a bright flowery skirt that had a lot of bounce to it, and a tight white tank top under a little white blouse that she left unbuttoned. She had put on a little make up but Tommy knew she didn't need any. He was wearing baggy jeans, sneakers, and a tie-dyed tee shirt. He wore aviator sunglasses. They stopped at a gas station before they got on the freeway, and Lauren paid for enough gas to fill the tank. "Thanks again for the ride," she said. "My pleasure. Really," he said. She crossed her legs, causing the skirt to ride up her thigh just a bit. The sun was beginning to set behind them as they left Columbia, heading east. It was a little after five in the afternoon. Storm clouds could be seen rolling in from Kansas behind them, blocking the last remaining light of the sun. Tommy and Lauren chatted as they drove eastward. Lauren shocked herself after awhile, realizing that she was really happy right now, for the first time in months. Then, Tommy asked her what she had been hoping to hear: "Do you smoke weed at all?" She had taken notice earlier when Christ had thanked him for the weed. She had smoked it a few times since she'd arrived at Mizzou, but her boyfriend didn't approve, so she hadn't had many chances to smoke since she started going with him in November. "I haven't in a while," she said. He told her to grab his backpack, which was on the floor behind her. She grabbed it, and he told her to go into the left side pocket. She unzipped it and found inside a plastic baggie full of crumbled green leafs, a cigarette lighter, some cigarette papers, and a metal cigarette. It looked like a cigarette, but was made entirely of metal. He called it a "battie." He told her to fill the end with some weed, just stick it in the baggie and push some in the end. Then he told her to put the "butt" end to her lips and light the end with the weed with the lighter, and suck in the smoke. She did as he told her, breathing in the warm smoke. She remembered from previous experiences to hold it in for as long as she could. She rolled down the window a bit and breathed the smoke out, letting it blow out the window. She hit the battie again, getting another hit, held it in, breathed it out. She already felt really high, off just two hits! She tapped the ash out the window. He told her to pack it for him. She did so, but slowly now. He smoked it, ashed it out the window, handed it back to her. He told her she could smoke as much as she wanted, because he had plenty more weed where that came from. "Thank you so much," she said to him. He put a CD in the car's stereo. He didn't turn it up too loud. Lauren packed the battie with weed again, smoked it. Now she was pretty well stoned. She lay off the weed for a while, until they got closer to the St. Louis. They chatted for a while, and then she decided she wanted to be really stoned for the U2 show, so she started taking hits from the battie again, and just kept taking hits until Tommy got her to the Savvis Center, where U2 was playing. She kissed Tommy on the cheek, left the weed with him in his backpack. He told her that he wouldn't be far from here when the show was over, and just to call him and he'd pick her up in no time. Dazed, confused, thoroughly, totally stoned, she wandered into the arena for the concert. She wandered, searching for her seat, getting help from probably half a dozen different ushers. She was on top of the world. Totally high, out of her mind, trying to find her seat, happy and giddy and without a clue. She had nothing in her possession she could be busted for. The drugs she smuggled into the show in her bloodstream. She finally found her seat. Her friends were already there. When the show started and the lights went out, one of her friends gave her a beer to drink. Lauren had a wonderful time. She was still totally stoned by the time the show was over and Bono said "goodnight." She was also really drunk, having consumed three large beers. She called Tommy as she stood in the crowd, slowly moving through the exits. It was raining outside when the show ended. Lauren couldn't see over all the people. She had to go out in the rain to find Tommy. She knew she shouldn't have worn a white top. Oh well. It wasn't raining very hard, but it wasn't drizzling either. Finally, she saw his car, and he waved for her. She ran over to him as best she could, stumbling through the passenger side door, fell into the front seat. It took her a few moments to sit up so she could close the door. "How was the show?" he asked her. "It was awesome! Thank you so, so, so much!" she said, slurring her words. She leaned back into the big, cushy bench seat. "I had so much fun. It was great to be so stoned and experience all that." "How much did you get to drink?" "My friends kept giving me beer!" she said. "I don't know, two or three, I guess. They were big though." They stopped at a stop light. There was a lot of traffic trying to get on the freeway, and it was slow going. "You don't have a towel, do you?" she asked him. She peeled off her soaked white blouse and tossed it into the back seat. Her tight little white tank top was pretty wet, too, and her skirt. She was very aware that her lacy white bra was visible through her shirt. Tommy turned on the hot air when he saw she had goosebumps. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the lacy bra and thin white tank top. Tommy did his best not to stare. "No towel, sorry. I'm pretty wet myself," he said. "Oh well," she said. "Here, this will help warm you up." He handed her the weed and the battie. They each took a few good hits while they waited at the light to get on the freeway. Suddenly, she surprised the hell out of him by yelling: "Sex!", hitting the roof, and pointing at a passing car that had only one headlight. "What?" Tommy said. "What was that all about?" "Have you never played 'Sex?'" "No. Not in the car, anyway." "Well, whenever you see a car that has only one headlight, you call out 'sex' and hit the roof and then you get to pick somebody in the car who has to take off an article of clothing. I pick you." "Well, alright," Tommy said, kicking off his shoes. They drove for a while through the rain, puffing on some weed and playing Sex. Tommy lost his socks and his belt before he got a piece of Lauren's clothes. She took off her shoes. Tommy lost his tee shirt and then he went on a roll. Lauren was Sexed out of her socks, and then Tommy got her again. She unhooked her bra, while still wearing her wet white tank top, and managed to pull her bra off and out. She tossed it in his lap. He looked over at her, saw her nipples pointing through the thin material. Her breasts were pressed tight against he wet shirt, and it clung to her skin in the sexiest way. Tommy managed to keep his eyes on the road. They smoked a little more of his weed. The rain came down harder. Lauren called "Sex" and Tommy was forced out of his jeans, sitting now in just his boxers. Lauren was sitting right up next to him now, still smoking the battie. She gave it to Tommy and he puffed on it. They were both really high now. Tommy called "Sex" and Lauren quickly unzipped her skirt in the back and slid it down her smooth shapely legs, and then leaned against Tommy. It started to rain really hard. Tommy couldn't see very far. He decided to turn on his flashers and pull over and wait a while for the storm to calm a bit before continuing. They were about halfway to Columbia. It was past midnight. Other cars were pulling over, too. Some drove past them, but slowly. Tommy finally had a chance to get a good look at the sexy young woman next to him. She was rubbing her hands on his legs and belly and chest. He had a visible erection. "Hi," she said, quietly. Her eyes were half-open, bloodshot, glassy. "I don't think I've ever been this fucked up," she said, taking another hit from the battie, slowly. "You're not uncomfortable, are you?" he asked her, easing an arm around her slender body. She leaned into him. She laughed, placed her hand on his boxers, on his upper thigh. "I've never been so comfortable, either," she said. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. She started kissing up and down his neck. He grabbed her ass, pulled her closer to him. She was wearing a sexy little pink thong with stars printed on it. He was looking out the front window, and he saw a car pass them with just one headlight. "Sex," he said. "No fair!" she pouted. He looked at her. "Fine," she said, and peeled off her wet tank top, finally exposing those two beautiful breasts and their hard nipples. He leaned in to kiss her, and she kissed him back. Suddenly, she broke the kiss and called "Sex," pointing to another passing car with just one headlight. "Here, let me," she said, and pulled down his boxer shorts, exposing his erection. She grinned wickedly, and grabbed it. "Wait, Lauren, your boyfriend, what about—" Tommy protested. "Mmm, you're at least three inches bigger than my boyfriend," she said, and started moving her hand lightly up and down the length of his cock. She played with his hairy balls for a bit before she grabbed hold of him tightly and started jerking him up and down, faster now. She saw the precum on the tip of his cock, and licked up his thick shaft, and then licked around and over the head, tasting his precum. "Yummy," she said, and then she started sucking on the head, taking it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. Tommy moaned, ran his hands through her long wet dark blond hair. She sucked hard on it, and jerked his big cock up and down with her hand, as she took more of it into her mouth. His hands were running all over her body now, and she loved his touches. His hands were rough on her smooth skin. The rain started to let up. Soon it was only drizzling. She was still sucking on him. He put a hand on her head, forcing her to go down on his cock even further. He started the car, turned off the flashers, turned on the defrost, and once he could see, got back on the road. He kept his cock in her mouth, using his grip on her hair to move her head up and down. He was getting his cock down her throat. She was moaning, and the vibrations in her throat felt amazing on the head of his dick. He turned on the cruise control and took his foot off the gas. She continued sucking on him, and moaning into his cock. She started playing with his balls again, and then it was all over. He was coming at seventy miles an hour! She took his cock out of her throat and sucked vigorously on the head while he came, sucking the cum out of his cock, gulping it down greedily. They spent the next hour getting to Columbia. She had soaked her pink star thong all the way through, from being so horny from sucking on him. She sat next to him, pressed against him as he drove, and masturbated, her small hand inside her pink star thong, rubbing on her clit, a finger pushing inside her pussy. She made herself come three times before Tommy got off the freeway in Columbia, Missouri, headed back to Mizzou. They started putting clothes back on again, but it made them sad. "So..." Tommy said, as he pulled on his tee shirt when they were stopped at a light. He pulled up his boxers, stuffed his hard cock back inside. "I guess I should take you back to your dorm..." "I guess so," she said. "What are you doing tomorrow? I'd like to see you again." "I don't know. We should hang out and kick it," he said. He pulled his car around onto campus, drove down to her dorm. "Oh my God," she said, ducking down, her head in Tommy's lap. "My boyfriend is over there, waiting for me." "He looks totally drunk." "I'm sure he is. Park over in the back. The dark corner. Yeah, over here," she said. Tommy did as she told him, parked the car. "Turn it off." He did. She started unzipping his jeans. "Lauren! Your boy—" "Shut up and fuck me already! Let's make this car bounce!" She didn't have to tell him twice. They each reclined their front seats and started kissing each other passionately. They rolled over the seatbacks into the back seat. "I'm so hot for you," she said. "It made me so wet to suck your big cock." His pants were down around his ankles. So were his boxers, and his cock was big and hard. "I want it to hurt my tight little cunt," she said in his ear. He was on top of her, and she pulled up her skirt. He was between her legs, her legs spread wide for him. She reached down and moved her thong just a bit, so it no longer blocked her wet entrance, and grabbed Tommy's cock and guided it home. The head found her wetness, and it slid in easily, the first few inches. He had to force it after that, and he did, pushing it into her, hard, stretching her pussy in depth and width; she had never had anything so large inside her. He began to slide it in and out. Her pussy grew accustomed to its new size, thanks mostly to how wet she was. He held her by her ass and used his strong arms to move her, hard and fast, around on his cock. It was impaling her, and she was experiencing a level of ecstasy she never knew existed. The car was rocking back and forth now. Lauren was hoping her boyfriend was getting horny watching the car bounce. She knew he was. "I want you to come inside me Tommy, I want you to shoot your come—oh my God I'm coming!" she cried out, and bucked her hips on his cock, driving it further inside her, and then she felt it growing inside her, and then he was coming, shooting his hot juice deep into her! It felt so amazing. When she came, she was using her pussy to grab his cock and pull the semen from him. It felt so dirty to let this man she had just met shoot his seed unprotected inside her, but she didn't care, it all felt too good. Can I Get A Ride? Ch. 01 He pulled out of her, got his boxers and jeans back on. They got back in the front seat, got good and stoned again, puffing on the battie. The windows were all fogged up, so they rolled down the front ones. "What are you gonna do about your boyfriend over there?" he asked her. "Are you kidding? I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees me get out of this car. I know he got so horny seeing this car bouncing and the windows fogging up. This is what he gets for getting drunk with his buddies and forgetting me. Tommy, thank you so much for everything. For driving, and all the weed, and for having a huge dick to fuck me with. Here," she said. "I want to give you this." She hiked up her skirt again, reached up it, and slid her pink thong underwear—the ones with the stars—down her smooth sexy legs, over her feet. She tossed the thong into Tommy's lap, and opened the door. "Hey... do you want to kick it tomorrow?" he asked her. "Sure," she said. "Give me a call." Lauren's boyfriend's jaw dropped as he watched her get out of the car that had been bouncing and fogged up. He knew she had been part of that bouncing and fogging. He couldn't believe it! She was walking towards him. She didn't seem surprised to see him at all. She must have seen him when they pulled up! The bitch had some gall! They big silver Mercury she had gotten out of had backed out of its spot, was shining its headlights across the lot, idling. She got closer to him, he could see she was having a bit of trouble walking. She was also practically glowing, full of life in a way he had never seen her before. He was holding a bottle of Jack inside a brown paper bag, took a long drink as she came within a few feet of him. "You smell like weed," he sneered. "Did that motherfucker drug you?" "I drugged myself," she said, "and I liked it a lot better than that booze you always pressure me to drink." He noticed that the car was moving forward, but slowly. "Lauren, listen, I'm sorry," he said. "Let's go upstairs and talk about this." Lauren didn't waver. She was strong. "I'm going upstairs to masturbate and think of the wonderful man I was just with. Why don't you go get drunk with your stupid friends? I won't be your piece of ass anymore." "Lauren—" "Go to hell!" she yelled at him, and slapped him across the face. She used her Mizzou ID to get into the building, closed the door quickly before her boyfriend could follow. They looked at each other through the glass door, and then she gave him the finger and walked off. Behind him, the silver Mercury Grand Marquis was leaving the parking lot. He collapsed on the sidewalk, sat back against the wall, continued drinking his Jack. A few minutes later, Campus Police rolled up on him, and he was busted for having alcohol on campus, fined, and written up. Can I Get A Ride? Ch. 02 The next day, a Saturday, Tommy and Chris were playing guitars again in the common room of Chris's dorm. It was around noon, and it was a grey, overcast, rainy April day in Missouri. "How was the show last night, Chris?" Tommy asked his friend. "It was rocking, dude, rocking. Too much fun. How was the drive? Did you get caught in that storm?" "Yeah, that storm hit us around Wentzville, really hard, had to pull over and wait it out a bit. That's one cool girl, that Lauren. We had a great time driving, talking, you know, kicking it. She's chill. I'm supposed to call her today." "Oh yeah? Right on. You could knock on her door. She lives right down the hall." "Good call. I'll go down and ask her if she wants to get some lunch in a bit. I'll be right back." He left his guitar with Chris and wandered down the hall, looking at the names on the doors, till he found the door that read: "Lauren McCain." There was another girl's name on the door, a "Kitty Harris." Tommy knocked on the door. There was no reply. He knocked again. Still nothing. Suddenly, from down the hall, came Lauren's voice: "Tommy! Oh my God, what are you doing here?" She was coming from the women's rest room, with another girl, about the same height, but a brunette. They both had wet hair and wore only towels wrapped around their lithe frames, and each carried a plastic basket full of shower stuff. "I was jamming with Chris over there and I thought you might want to get lunch or something in a while," Tommy explained. "That sounds great," Lauren said. "Oh, this is my roommate Kitty." Kitty extended a hand, letting her towel fall a bit and flashing him some of her cleavage. Tommy shook it. "Nice to meet you," Kitty said, and opened the door and walked into her room. "Hey, my friend Jenni is supposed to meet me for lunch today. We should all go together. We were gonna go downtown if it ever stops raining. Bring Chris, too. It'll be a party," Lauren said. She leaned up onto her toes and kissed Tommy on the lips. "I'll be out in a little while, okay?" "Cool," Tommy said. "I'll be in the commons." "See you soon," she said, and walked into her room. Tommy caught a glimpse of a very naked Kitty, and of Lauren removing her towel, before the door was shut. Tommy shook his head, headed back to the commons. "You should have lunch with us. She's bringing a friend," Tommy told Chris as he picked up his guitar. "Sure, sounds good to me," Chris said. They jammed for a while on "Hard to Handle" and finished it up after Lauren and Kitty came and sat down on an adjacent sofa. They looked good today. They were a hot pair. Each wore a pair of tight blue jeans, sneakers, and a tight little tee shirt that showed off their sexy bellies. The shirts were both white. Kitty's had red flames writing across her tits that read: "Naughty" with a little cute devil tail on the Y. Lauren's shirt read: "Nice" across her tits in blue cursive writing. They had both put their hair up in pigtails. "You guys should keep playing. We're still waiting for Jenni," Lauren said. Tommy and Chris shrugged, played another song before Lauren's cell phone rang. "She's outside," Lauren said. "Where are we going for lunch?" Tommy asked, packing his guitar in its case. "We were gonna go downtown, but it's too rainy to walk," Kitty said. "I can drive us," Tommy offered. They all decided that was a good idea. Chris stashed his guitar in his room, and they left. They found Jenni in the dorm lobby. She was a cute little brunette, with a cute smile and shining eyes. Introductions were made, and the five of them ran out to Tommy's car and climbed in. It was only a few blocks to a little diner for lunch. They sat in a booth that was made for four. Tommy found himself happily squeezed between Lauren and Jenni, and Chris and Kitty sat across from them. They ate greasy food and shot the shit for a while as the rain came down, pitter-pattering on the windows next to them. After a while, it was getting towards evening. There was talk of going to parties, but no one was very enthusiastic. Somebody suggested a movie, somebody else thought they should get trashed. They eventually decided to rent a movie and get some beer for the evening, and they would crash at Tommy's to watch the movie, drink the beer, and smoke a lot of pot, which Tommy said he was happy to share. Since they were spending the night, the girls wanted to get some things before getting to Tommy's. So he drove them all back to their dorms. Chris got his guitar, a pillow, and a change of clothes. It took Lauren and Kitty a bit longer, but they soon came, each carrying a duffel bag. Tommy drove them all over to Jenni's dorm. She was up to her room and back in a snap, and then they were off. Tommy was the only one who was 21, so he bought the beer, three twelve packs, each one different, all microbrews. They rented "Jimi Plays Berkeley," a DVD of Jimi Hendrix' classic May 1970 Berkeley, California performance, spliced with footage of the student riots that were going on just before the show. They got to Tommy's. Everyone was happy to spend the night, since Tommy didn't want to drive anywhere all drunk and stoned. It was getting dark outside, and raining harder now. Beers were opened, a joint rolled and lit and passed around as the movie started. Tommy had a sofa, a recliner, and a huge bean bag chair. The bean bag chair was pushed up against the sofa and the recliner. Chris took a seat in the recliner. Kitty lounged on the bean bag chair. Jenni sat behind Kitty, rubbing out kinks in Kitty's shoulders. Tommy and Lauren sat on the other end of the sofa, cuddling. They started the movie. They paused it halfway through, between songs, so everyone could get another beer. Chris rolled up another fat joint, it was passed around in a circle, Chris to Kitty to Tommy to Lauren to Jenni and to Chris again. They smoked it down, and everyone was feeling pretty mellow. After the movie, they ordered a pizza delivery, smoked another joint, popped in one of Tommy's DVDs, "The Princess Bride." More beers with pizza, a fourth joint passed around in a circle. By this time, it was late, and everyone was pretty well messed up. Nobody wanted to watch anymore movies. Tommy flipped on a strong blacklight and killed the regular lights, and the room was glowing in neon from posters on the walls. He set some things to spinning and a small mirrorball worked some magic. The room was alive in color and light. More beers were drunk. Lauren was taking hits off the battie, a glass hashpipe was being smoked. Kitty wandered off to find the bathroom, and came back ten minutes later, after wandering into Tommy's bedroom and discovering his porn DVDs. She brought one back and popped it in, set the sound to mute. Lauren took a hit from the battie, and after she did, Tommy kissed her, good and long, not breaking the kiss, and Lauren was forced to exhale the smoke into Tommy's mouth. Tommy breathed in then, sucking the smoke in as Lauren breathed it out. He held it in, then exhaled. Everyone else wanted to try, so they made up a kissing game. They would pass the smoke from one person to the next and see if they could get it around to everyone. If it got screwed up, the two who messed it up each had to remove a piece of clothes. How was the game won? They never really figured that out. Everyone was a winner, because everyone got to kiss each other. Lauren started, kissing Tommy and passing her smoke to him. Tommy turned to Jenni, and they kissed, but Tommy started laughing abruptly and the smoke went everywhere, because Lauren had tickled him! Tommy and Jenni kicked off their shoes. Lauren promised not to tickle him again. Tommy hit the battie and kissed Jenni again, and she successfully took his smoke in. She went to kiss Chris, but got a case of the giggles from Chris's goatee tickling her face. Jenni lost her socks, Chris slid off his shoes. Chris and Kitty had a couple problems making it work. More giggles and stoned minds led to Chris losing his socks and his shirt, though he still had a tee shirt. Kitty had to lose her sandals, and followed her sandals with her jeans, easing slowly out of them. Finally, Kitty got the smoke into her lungs from kissing Chris, and she stumbled from the bean bag chair over to Lauren. Chris couldn't take his eyes off the round globes of Kitty's ass cheeks, formed by a little red thong that rode up between her cheeks. Kitty leaned down and kissed Lauren, a good open mouth kiss, tongue and all, but when Kitty breathed out the smoke, she exhaled through her nostrils! Everyone laughed, and then Kitty and Lauren each pulled off their respective Naughty and Nice tee shirts in unison, peeling them off their bodies and over their heads. In addition to wearing matching tee shirts, Lauren and Kitty were wearing matching bras, satin push-up numbers from Victoria's Secret, identical in style but differing in color; like the writing on their shirts, Kitty's was red and Lauren's was blue. Kitty hit the battie and kissed Lauren again, this time successfully passing the smoke to Lauren. Lauren breathed the smoke from Kitty into Tommy's mouth, and when he turned to Jenni, he saw her making out with Chris. Tommy coughed a bit and Jenni turned to him. They kissed but Jenni breathed out instead of in, and Tommy lost his socks. Jenni had to take off her tank top, revealing that her B-cup tits were being held in a lacy white wonderbra; the white bra glowed in the blacklight. Tommy and Jenni tried again, and failed again, when Chris tickled her from behind. Jenni slid out of her jeans, revealing simple white panties, small and sexy, innocent yet seductive. Tommy lost his shirt, but still had on a wifebeater. It also glowed in the blacklight. Lauren's hands were all over him, suddenly. Tommy took another hit, but Jenni's attention was back on Chris. They were making out again, across the gap between the sofa and the recliner. Kitty had moved back to her bean bag chair and was pulling at Chris's pants, and Chris and Jenni got on the bean bag chair with Kitty. Lauren started kissing at Tommy's neck and rubbing her hands across his chest, and they both watched as Kitty got Chris's pants all the way off. His erection was making a tent of his black boxers, and as Chris kissed Jenni and felt up her chest, Kitty was rubbing his cock with her hand. She suddenly pulled it out through the hole in his boxers and started sucking on it! He moaned when she licked him up and down, and he moaned again when she took him into her mouth. Chris and Jenni were French kissing, really going at it. Lauren started tugging at Tommy's jeans; they slid them off his body, and she slid out of her jeans, too, revealing a little blue thong just like the one Kitty was wearing. Lauren grabbed the top of Tommy's wifebeater and ripped it, right down his chest, tearing it off his body and throwing it across the room. They kissed passionately, deeply, tongues down each other's throat. Tommy pushed her down onto her back on the sofa and fell on top of her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and they humped against each other, kissing and watching the threesome on the beanbag chair right in front of their faces. Kitty and Jenni were both licking and sucking on Chris's cock, and kissing each other around it and with it in between. Their hands were also all over each other's bodies. Chris had a hand on each girl's chest, rubbing and squeezing their tits. The girls hands, as they sucked on Chris, were rubbing each other between the legs. They had worked their way inside their panties and they seemed to be fingering each other. Tommy and Lauren got on the floor to get a closer look. They helped Kitty and Jenni out of their bras, and the girls panties were quick to follow. Within an instant, everyone else was suddenly naked, too. Kitty and Jenni had stopped sucking off Chris, and Kitty was on her back on the floor. Jenni knelt over her face and then leaned down, bringing her mouth to Kitty's pussy, and the girls started eating each other out. Tommy got Lauren onto her hands and knees as they watched the girls go to town. He was behind her, and was rubbing his big hard cock all over her ass. She reached between her legs, found Tommy's cock and grabbed it, and led the head to her soaking entrance. He slid it inside her, grabbing her by the hips to push it all the way in. He slowly moved it in and out, and she purred. Chris was sitting back on the bean bag chair, stroking his cock, watching the girls 69 and Tommy and Lauren fucking. Lauren saw him jerking off slowly, caught his eyes, licked her lips, moaned from Tommy's big cock fucking her. Chris moved so he was sitting in front of her, and she started sucking him off while Tommy's fucked her from behind. Her head bobbed up and down with his cock in her mouth. She moaned a lot from Tommy's fucking, and Chris moaned when she did—the vibrations felt good on his cock. Tommy reached around her as he fucked her slowly and started to rub her clit in little circles. Now she was really moaning, and bobbing her head faster, sucking harder on the cock in her mouth. The girls on the floor were crying out in orgasm. Tommy and Chris watched as the girls bucked their hips against each other's face, crying out into each other's pussy. They rolled off each other and saw what was going on with Tommy, Lauren, and Chris. They crawled over and each lay on her back on either side of Lauren, and each took one of Lauren's nipples in her mouth and started sucking. Kitty grabbed Tommy's balls and gently squeezed as he fucked Lauren from behind. Jenni grabbed Chris's balls and gently squeezes as he fucked Lauren in the face. All the sensations—her pussy, the cock in her mouth, the sucking on her nipples, the rubbing on her clit—overwhelmed Lauren, and her body released orgasm after orgasm. All she could do was come! She sucked harder on the cock in her mouth, and bucked her hips against Tommy behind her, until both were coming inside her at the same time, Chris shooting down her throat and Tommy filling her pussy. She took it all, still coming hard herself, until there was no more to suck from Chris's cock and Tommy could shoot no more. They all collapsed to the floor. After a few minutes, and the afterglow wore off, Tommy collected some blankets, gave everyone one, and put a different porno in the DVD player for them to watch. Chris and Kitty wrapped themselves together in the recliner. Tommy, Lauren, and Jenni cuddled on the sofa, with Lauren in the middle. They passed around a couple more joints, drank some more beer, laughed and joked about the porno, all the while, undercover, jerking and teasing each other's bodies. A few times they really got into it. Chris made Kitty come with his hand, rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. At one point, Jenni went all the way under the blankets, her head between Lauren's legs, and ate out her pussy, and Lauren just moaned and kissed Tommy and grabbed onto his cock and jerked it slowly, holding it tightly. Jenni made Lauren come not once but twice. Tommy's cock was still big and hard in her hand, so she shed her blanket and climbed on top of him, straddling him on the sofa, her back to him, both of them facing the TV so they could watch the porn. Jenni lent a helping hand, grabbing Tommy's cock and fingering Lauren's pussy until the two came together, and she pushed the head of Tommy's cock into Lauren's waiting, hungry pussy. They did it slowly, enjoying the sensations of each other's body. Jenni kissed Lauren, sucking on her tits a bit, before going over to Kitty and Chris. Kitty and Chris were in a similar position on the recliner, although the chair was fully reclined. Chris was laid back, his hands all over Kitty's ass and legs, and around to her front, toying with her clit. She had taken his cock into her asshole. She was sitting up, grinding on him with her hips and ass, her legs splayed out in a V as she sat on his lap and his cock. She had produced a large dildo, undoubtedly from her overnight bag. It made a barely-audible buzz because it was vibrating. She was rubbing it along her pussy lips and against her clit. Jenni was kneeling on the beanbag chair. She took the vibrating dildo from Kitty and continued rubbing it against Kitty's pussy. This allowed Kitty to place her hands on the arm rests and really go to town on Chris's cock in her asshole. Then, Jenni slid the vibrating dildo a little bit into Kitty's pussy, just the tip, and then a couple inches. Chris could feel the vibrations on his cock. He grabbed hold of Kitty by her hips and started to thrust into her. Jenni suddenly thrust the dildo all the way inside her, and she melted, lost in ecstasy. She lost control of her body, could only buck her hips, trying to take in as much as her lithe body would allow. Her breasts bounced, and she was constantly moaning and crying out. Tommy and Lauren watched all this intently, fucking slowly, enjoying the show, parts of them unwilling to believe this was actually happening with their closest friends, and part of them finding it perfectly natural, as natural as the way Tommy's cock filled Lauren's pussy and hit her in all the right spots. Lauren started fucking him hard, bucking her hips on his cock and squeezing it inside with her pussy. Kitty was screaming, Chris and Jenni were working her hard. She cried out that she was coming; Chris grunted and groaned, pushing up with his hips, releasing deeply inside Kitty's ass; Tommy yelled that he was coming; finally Lauren was sent over the edge by Tommy's spasming cock inside her, and she came too. Jenni fell onto the bean bag chair, pulling the dildo from Kitty, and slid it into her own pussy. She came within a minute. Tommy and Lauren wandered from the sofa to Tommy's room, fell into his bed, fell asleep in moments, nestled in each other's arms. Chris passed out in the recliner. Kitty and Jenni fell asleep together, entangled in each other's limbs, on the sofa.