I was hungover on a weekday. A total wash. I decided just to stay at home and recover. I got absolutely nothing done but a bath. She sent me a text asking if I wanted to hang out on her little, cluttered apartment stoop. I knew what that meant. She’d have a full bowl and she’d smoke most of it. I’d take a puff here and there.
When I arrived it was exactly that. It was her day off so she hadn’t got much done either. She was disheveled but cute. She’s always cute. She handed me her pipe and minutes later the anxiety of the hangover passed.
We chatted about nothing much for an hour, chatting and brushing skin. She kissed my neck and told me I was salty. It was the dead of summer. Her hand crept further into my thigh. It was only a matter of time before she invited me inside for a blowjob but I wanted to see how far she would take it out here on the stoop. She lives here. She sees the people in the other units on a daily basis. I’m just a friend who comes to visit. Still, it was the middle of a Wednesday, most everybody was at work.