Ronnie and Joe were old camp friends. He hadn’t seen or talked much with her in over a decade, but suddenly, she found herself being relocated to Boulder. She knew nobody … except for Joe, who had recently moved there himself. And so, she sent him a message via Facebook and asked if they could catch up.
The reunion was mostly unremarkable. They got sushi. They had a few drinks. The conversation was awkward. A few camp memories. A little small talk about the weather and legal pot. And then, they talked about her work. If this had been a date, there would not be a second one. But Joe felt bad for Ronnie. She was new to town and didn’t know anyone.
After dinner, they walked to their cars. They said they’d get together soon, but honestly, he didn’t care one way or the other. A month passed and then another and gradually, Joe kind of forgot about Ronnie. But by the look of things, at least via social media, she was adjusting.
“Do you think this girl is cute?” Ronnie asked via text. A photo appeared. The woman was not cute. He answered honestly: “No. Why? Who is she?”
“I was seeing this guy. He dumped me and now he’s dating this BITCH.”
“Is she a bitch? Did you meet her?”
“No,” Ronnie wrote back. “But look at her. She looks like a bitch.”
This conversation was quickly turning Joe off. He was annoyed with this kind of superficial, petty behavior.
“Why did you two break up?”
“He said we just weren’t on the same page. And now he said all he does with this bitch is smoke pot and have crazy sex.”
“Did you two have crazy sex?”
“I mean. It wasn’t CRAZY,” Ronnie texted. “But it was very good.”
“Well, it sounds to me like she’s not a bitch and even though she’s less attractive than you are, she brings something to the table that you didn’t. Obviously, her desires to get stoned and get laid are more in line with his. And you … what did you want?”
“I want to get married and have babies,” she said.
“Well, there you go. She’s not a bitch.”
“Do you think if I smoked pot, he would take me back?” Ronnie asked.
“Doubt it. Consider yourself lucky. At least you know you want different things very early on. Now move on and find someone else.”
“Have you ever gotten high and had sex?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Was it CRAZY?” She asked.
“It was very good sex …”
“Hmmm,” she said. “I’ve never even gotten high before.”
Joe shrugged. This old friendship was decidedly not rekindled. And Ronnie was a huge turn off. She was bratty and spoiled and narcissistic. Obviously, some of these were learned behaviors after a lifetime of being told she was the greatest and others were set up to protect her wild insecurities. He was going to fuck her.
“Come over and get high with me,” he said.
“Okay. There’s just one thing … I’m not going to fuck you.”
Ronnie arrived. She was a little anxious. Joe laid out all the paraphernalia. His grinder, pipe, lighter, and little baggies full of weed. He asked what sort of high she was after — did she want the giggles or did she want to mellow out and relax? She said after the week she had, she needed a little laughter. Sativa it was! Joe put a few little buds in the grinder and then dumped it into his pipe, packed it in, lit it and inhaled.
“Your turn,” he said as he handed her the bowl.
She followed his lead. He told her to inhale slowly, not quickly and not too much. Still, though, she coughed and giggled. They passed the bowl back and forth a few times and then moved to the sofa, where they talked. She whined and complained about the people in Boulder and how she missed her friends back home and hated this guy for dumping her.
“So … what makes stoned sex so much better?” She asked.
“It’s just something you’d have to find out, I guess. But you definitely let your inhibitions down a little more. Enjoy things a little more.”
“Huh,” she said. “Well, don’t try anything!”
“Don’t worry,” he said. “You’re not my type.”
“Ugh, as if,” she snapped. “I am fucking hot.”
“Yeah, hot. You’re definitely beautiful.”
“Then I am your type,” she snapped.
“Nope,” he said. “Types for me are more than just surface stuff.”
She groaned. She honestly didn’t want to hear what he had to say. Ronnie was very self involved and couldn’t handle any criticism.
“I am not boring,” she finally said.
“Huh?”
“Because he said he dumped me because they have crazy sex. I am NOT boring. I’m very good in bed.”
“I’m sure you are,” Joe said.
“I am!” She said, playfully shoving him.
“I guess I’ll have to take your word for it,” he said, smirking to himself. He knew just how to play her. Typical narcissist — now she had something to prove. She needed people to know how beautiful she was, or how interesting she was, or, in this case, how good in bed she was.
“Fuck it,” she said, shaking her head. She reached over and unzipped his pants and spat on his cock. He watched as she stood, dropped her panties and, still wearing her mini-skirt, straddled his cock, her back to his face. She sat on his cock and rode him, fast, shaking her perfect ass in his face. He grabbed onto her hips and guided her up and down. Her pussy was sopping wet and super tight. So far, he was not disappointed.
She stood from his cock and pulled off her skirt and top and bra. He stood and removed his clothes as well.
“Bend over,” he ordered.
She walked around to the side of the sofa, whipped her hair back and bent over, provocatively sticking her ass out.
“Go on, fuck my pussy,” she said, smirking.
He walked around and put himself into her. Her eyes grew wide as he pumped in and out, short, fast motions. Halfway out, all the way in. Halfway out, all the way in. She moaned. Her pussy was dripping wet, running down her thighs.
“Suck,” he ordered.
He pulled out of her cunt. She spun around. Of course her pussy was waxed bald. Her nipples were perfect, pink, hard. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around him. He grabbed her head and began to fuck her face. Her eyes watered. Her mascara ran. He was throbbing uncontrollably. Her mouth was wet and warm and provided the perfect suction for face fucking.
“Augh augh augh!” She gagged as he pushed deeper.
“Take it,” he grunted.
“AUGH AUGH AUGH AUGH AUGH!” Saliva sputtered out of her mouth and ran down her chin onto her tits. She went to wipe it, but he swatted her hand away and smirked. She was drooling uncontrollably. Her thighs were wet with saliva. He was relentless. Her nose pressed against his pelvis and he held it there for a while, making her choke. Finally, she tapped his thigh and he pulled out.
“Sit down,” she whispered, straddling him and riding his hard cock slowly. He put a nipple in his mouth and bit it softly. She rubbed her clit as she rode him slowly. Up and down. In and out. He closed his eyes. For as much of a bitch she was, she was INCREDIBLE in bed. She kept rubbing, her pussy clamping down tighter and tighter on his cock. He watched himself slide in and out of her. With every push deeper, more grool coated his cock until, finally, she came, moaning and shouting until she slowed down and leaned into him.
“Mmm baby, you make my pussy so creamy,” she whispered into his ear as she nibbled on his lobe. He groaned as she rode him. She felt so fucking good.
He stood, with her still on him, his cock still inside of her perfect pink pussy. He lowered her onto the sofa and and pumped. He put his hand around her throat and choked her lightly as he plowed her harder and harder until he was ready to cum.
He pulled himself from her, crawled over her and emptied his balls onto her face and open mouth.
“Mmm, baaaaby,” she whispered as he emptied himself onto her.
He exhaled heavily as he sat back and exhaled.
“Definitely not boring,” he said. “That was incredible.”
“So why did that asshole dump me?!” She grunted as cum dripped off of her face onto her tits.
“Probably because you’re a bitch,” he said.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/c11pzn/just_one_thing_im_not_going_to_fuck_you_stoned
Really hot, trashy story. Good stuff!