This is a story of my first time smoking, and my first time fucking.
I live in a small town, so to entertain ourselves we fish, drink, smoke pot and fuck. And I’m not sure which we do more.
I was raised in a very conservative family, no sex, no drugs, etc.
When I turned 21 my friend of four years, Septima (apparently she got her name because she was the seventh child,) invited me over to her house to play Skyrim and eat pizza like we always do.
Her house always smelled like weed and apple cider vinegar (for the bugs,) but this time, however, I was greeted with a haze of smoke. I knew she smoked of course, but she never did around me because she knew I wasn’t very comfortable around drugs, and was apprehensive about even second hand smoking.
The moment I walked in the door she said “Reilly, sit down.”
“What’s up?” I said, worried something had happened sense she always smoked a lot when things were bad.
She handed me a colorful glass pipe “I want you to smoke with me.”
Both relieved, and shocked I said. “I’d really rather not, sorry.” And handed the pipe back to her.