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Archna: Anal-Only Lesbian Friend

... hour.

Once my friends left, I walked to the lobby of the college and found Archna waiting for me. She smiled when she saw me and I grinned at seeing her.

Archna always seemed alluring to me, especially when she was her usual tough-girl self. She wore a fitting light-brown short-sleeve shirt, with a pair of loose black jeans and black sneakers. I could clearly imagine her small but taut tits pressed firmly flat with a bandeau bra within her shirt. It wasn't hard to picture her slender but strong legs inside her loose jeans too. Her small backpack bulged and showed her black windcheater through the half-open zipper.

"Hey, dude!" Archna greeted me with a smile and a half-hug, like a guy, as she did in public, "I want to smoke up so bad." She said, shaking her head for emphasis.

"Don't worry. I got you." I assured her, remembering the 4 thick joints I'd prepared before coming to college, which were in the half-pack of cigarettes in my pants, "But where do we go?" I asked.

"Let's go to the park." Archna suggested.

"We can't." I replied, "It's closed for renovation. I saw the board in the morning on the way to college" I explained.

"Oh, damn!" Archna swore softly, "Then where else can we go?" She wondered aloud.

"What about your apartment?" I asked, feeling like I was imposing, "Your mom should still be at school, right?"

"Nah. Mom wasn't feeling well so she didn't go to work today." Archna explained, "Can you think of any other place we can go where we ...

... won't get caught?" She asked.

I paused to think. I immediately thought of a few places but then rejected most as being too risky for the time. Then I suddenly remembered one of my favourite places to smoke weed in peace.

It was a secret spot - a watchtower within the forest nearby - with a panoramic view of the forest and a large lake. I had discovered the unlikely spot by accident one day when a friend and I were searching for places to smoke weed. Ever since the first time, I discouraged my friend from going there, saying it was too risky.

But, I'd frequently sneak away alone to sit in the watchtower and smoke weed and think about things. It was my secret sanctuary, an outdoor sanctum to get away from everything and reset my thoughts.

Still, I decided it wouldn't hurt to let Archna know about it. I knew she wouldn't try to go there with anyone else.

"Okay, I know a place." I said, and described it.

It was a derelict 40-foot tall watchtower erected long ago by the Forest Services. It was made of thick steel girdles, and painted dark green. A narrow steel staircase led up to the perch 3-story above. It was a small 10 x 10 foot square platform made from rough wooden planks. There were 2 1/2 feet tall steel railings with four thick pipes supporting the conical tin roof 8 feet overhead from four corners. It was built on a small hillock, with a cliff of the same height a few feet behind it. Surrounding it was lush low trees and shrubbery, but had a great view ...