Paul called me Friday night and asked if I wanted to come over to his place for a while.Paul called me Friday night and asked if I wanted to come over to his place for a while. He said he'd just gotten some good reefer and thought I might like a taste. It had been sort of dry lately, so I jumped at the chance to catch a buzz. I pulled on a sweater over my jeans and leotard and grabbed my coat. Paul's apartment is just a few blocks away, so I walked over in the snow. I stopped at the 7-11 on the way and picked up a six-pack of beer, arriving at Paul's within 20 minutes of his call. I knocked at the door and he let me in. He had the heat cranked up and was just wearing cutoffs and a T-shirt. After hanging up my coat, we sat down on the couch and he loaded a bong for me. After a couple of deep tokes on the pipe, I was starting to feel the pot going to my head. I was getting warm, so stripped off my sweater and tossed it on the chair. My nipples were still hard from the cold outside, and I noticed Paul staring at my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra, so the outline of my nipples was quite visible. |