I spent my first year of undergrad at the University of Texas in Austin. First semester, my lab partner in Biology 1010 was a willowy raven-haired half-Native American girl named Malia.
She was smart, kind, and friendly but also sexy and a little bit mysterious. She lived off campus and I lived in the dorms for scholarship kids so we would study in my room. After a couple of weeks of studying, we had become pretty close friends.
I was beginning to fall for her. She used to wear low rise boot cut jeans slung down on her hips over tank top bodysuits pulled up high so a tiny bit of skin showed. She had long legs and small but firm tits. I was pretty sure she felt the same. We shared personal stories about our pasts, talked about music, film, art and she shared her native culture with me.
She told me that her tribe had an exemption to possess marijuana (I don’t think this was true, but I believed it then, maybe because it was convenient). We would occasionally smoke in my dorm and after studying for our first exam she lit up a joint and we passed it.