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... joint with a chrome Zippo. My senses jumped at her touch, goose pimples rising all over my body as her nails found their way under my shirt and softly caressed the bare skin of my side for a second. I gasped, the small sound just above my breath, but I knew she heard it as she looked at me with barely concealed lust. As Carrie drew deeply on the joint, another soft gasp came from the computer. I looked at the monitor in time to see a busty, middle aged brunette woman pulling down the powder blue, cotton shorts of a pretty blonde girl of about my age. Meanwhile, a middle aged guy had her pink tank top pulled up over her fairly small, braless boobs, pinching one of her erect nipples while sucking on the other. "Pretty hot, eh?" Dawn commented. Of course, I'd checked out pornography on my computer, but I mostly relied on my own imagination for stuff like that, the kinkiest stuff from my mind only coming about when I masturbated. However, beyond the further embarrassment it caused me just then, it only served to spike my hormones, especially with Dawn's physical contact and other less than subtle behaviours towards me. I didn't even answer as she took the joint from Carrie and put it to her lips. "You like porn, Darin?" Carrie asked. "Well... not really. I- I mean, it's not that I don't like it, it's just that it usually doesn't..." "I really like this one," she informed. The girl's shorts were gone and her top was being pulled up and over her head. The man's penis was out, and ...

... it was big enough to make me suddenly wonder at how big Dave's was. I blushed as though they could read my mind, but then Dawn was passing me the joint. I took it and, after the briefest hesitation, put it to my lips and drew on it a little. I choked and coughed almost right away. "Take some air in around your lips when you puff on it," Dawn instructed, her hand rubbing up and down my side in exhilarating encouragement that brought my goose pimples back. I tried this, coughed again, but not as much as I handed the joint to Carrie with a nervous/polite smile. By then, the girl was left in her little pink panties, the man spilling a large set of boobs from the older woman's bra that made the girl's eyes goggle before her face was more or less gently guided to their deep cleavage. "I like this one too," Dawn said, looking at the monitor with me, "In fact, I'd even say it's one of my faves." I soon found myself wondering what it would be like to be the object of that kind of attention and, without my noticing, the fact that I was standing there, actually watching this threesome with these two was slowly becoming manageable as it turned me on more and more. It was probably because of the particular situation being portrayed and that I wasn't being judged for my growing enjoyment of it. Before I knew it, the joint came back around to me and, remembering Carrie's instruction, I coughed a little less that time before passing it on to her. "There, you're getting it," she said with her ...