Becoming Alanna Part 1

"I hope it’s Ok with you that I was honest" she said with a scared look in her eye, "you’re not going to tell your parents are you, because I really need this to work or my parents are going to never give me any cash again". "Don’t worry" I assured her “I will be cool". I smiled and she smiled back. "So you want to go and take a break upstairs, maybe have a beer or smoke some pot she giggled. Your parents are away, don’t forget" she laughed. "Ok" I said and stood up to follow her. On the way upstairs I could see a sweet dark sweat spot on the inside of her crotch. It ran from down between her thighs all the way up the crack of her short clad ass, and her shorts were small enough that I could clearly see the folds of her tanned cheeks.
We went into what was my room and sat down on the pink couch. She opened a mini fridge and took out two wine coolers. "Sorry no beer" she said shrugging her shoulders "guess I drank that last night" she said with a laugh and handed me a wine cooler. I opened it and took a sip. It tasted great, just like soda except with the little kick of malt liquor.

We drank our drinks and talked and it was after 5 minutes of warming up that she made good on her offer and I got a little taste of adolescence. She took out a small box and pulled out a large joint. "So, you want to smoke" she asked me with a smile "yeah I do" I said back my voice shaking in anxiety of my first time "getting high". Samantha could see I was nervous and she patted my leg, don’t worry its good clean shit, the most it will do is make you laugh, eat or fuck she said with a giggle and light up the fat cylinder of potent smelling weed. From my first drag I knew i was hooked. I loved the way it tasted, the way it felt going down and coming back up, the thick milkyness of the skunk smelling smoke that billowed out of the tip as I inhaled.