Truth is Better than Fiction- Part III - Sex Stories

Truth is Better than Fiction- Part III

... tell she wanted to go and that my choices were limited. Maddy sauntered into the kitchen where we were standing. “Cool place,” Maddie remarked. “Can I look around?” “Go for it,” I replied. Samantha gave me another kiss on the cheek and slipped out the front door as soon as Maddie slipped outside the patio door and on to the back porch. I slipped out on to my patio. Maddie was smoking a cigarette. “Well, “ I remarked, “I guess it is just you and me.” Maddie looked surprised. It didn’t take much for her to realize she had been dumped by her sister. “The bytch!” Maddie extolled, “I hate it when she does this!” Maddie quickly dialed Samantha’s number, but Samantha didn’t answer. “Bytch! You better not leave me here all night!” Maddie remarked. “Well fuck!” Maddie added. “She’ll be back,” I remarked. “She better!” Maddy replied. I slipped back into the house and Maddy followed. “Do you want anything to drink?” I inquired. Maddie turned down my offer, but as soon as I placed out the Crown and a bottle of Coke, she changed her mind. I grabbed a bag of chips from the pantry and some bean dip and headed back out on to the porch. I flipped on the stereo to provide a little party music. Maddie took a patio seat opposite to where I was sitting and attempted to readjust her shorts. Her efforts were in vain. I could still very easily see what I liked to see. I offered her some chips. She leaned forward and grabbed a handful. I handed her the can of bean dip. Her shorts were right back ...

... where they needed to be. The view was simply amazing. “We’ve got the munchies and no weed,” I joked. “Like, do you do weed?” Maddie inquired. “You’d be surprised what I like to do,” I replied. “I have a joint,” Maddie responded. “Light it up,” I replied. Maddie dug into her pants pocket and pulled out a small bag of weed. “That’s more than a joint,” I remarked. “I don’t have any papers,” Maddie remarked. “How can we smoke a joint with no papers,” I asked. Maddie bit down on her lower lip, thinking. “We can go get some,” she said. So we piled into my car and headed off to a nearby smoke shop about a block from the house. I paid for the rolling papers and as we drove back to the house, Maddie rolled four joints. It had been years since I had smoked a joint, but watching her pack that weed into the papers brought back some great party memories. Maddie lit the first joint and took a deep drag on it. She held her breath and slowly exhaled, a light blue sweet smoke passing her lips and filling the car. I rolled the window down so the smell wouldn’t be trapped in the car. She passed the joint to me and I took a long slow hit, the end of the joint firing red and bright. This was some great weed. Almost immediately, I go that familiar buzzed feeling. “Wow!” I exclaimed, “Dat is some strong shit!” Maddie laughed. “Yeah, I got if from a Mexican girl who lives in my apartment complex,” Maddy remarked. “Is she cute?” I asked. “As a matter of fact, she is,” Maddie replied. I took another hit ...