Summer of 79- Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Summer of 79- Chapter 4

Summer of 79-Chapter 4 About ten minutes after Gail had left to go home there was a knock on the front door. I thought it was Gail and was ready to tell her that we were finished with her lessons for the day when I noticed the curly brown hair through the window and knew who it was right away. I had to smile to myself as I opened the door and said “Hey Mary Anne! What’s up little girl, long time no see?” She looked up and just pushed past me into the house. “OK so I have something I think you’ll like and I’m sure it will pay off what I owe you.” She said looking at me with her beautiful brown eyes. I’d loaned Mary Anne 150.00 back in school to help her out a few months ago and she had been avoiding me for almost a month since I’d asked her when she was going to pay me back. I knew that she’d gotten the money to pay for a girl friend of hers to have an abortion even though Mary Anne would never admit it to me or any other guy. I knew she was into pussy almost as much as I was even if she did have a boy friend. It was summer and she spent most of her time in a bikini up at the pool working on her tan like most of us did. I’d always thought she was a hottie with her Hispanic looks and natural dark brown skin, she was only about 4’8” tall but she had an ass that would make grown men look (My pops had mentioned her ass several times.) and a good sized set of titties that sat high and firm on her chest. Her waist was nice and narrow, flaring into a set of hips that were just made ...

... for fucking. She wasn’t on the swim team, although her brother was on my diving team and her younger sister was a member of the relay team with Gail. Mary Anne had on the usual summer attire consisting of flip flops, a beach towel draped around her neck and a red and white stripped bikini along with a beach bag. She dug into her beach bag and came out with a zip lock baggie and held it out to me. I could smell the weed before I even opened it and knew it was some very high grade weed. Never the less I opened the baggie and took a sniff, I pulled one of the buds out and looked at it, the bud was bright green and kind of sticky with little red hairs all over it. “Wow Mary Anne, this looks and smells like really good shit how much is here? I said “Oh it’s good stuff alright, there’s a half ounce there. I got an ounce and split it with you the stuff is like 300 bucks an ounce.” She said. I’d known Mary Anne for a while and she was really sweet girl but she was known for getting good weed but if she thought she could get one over on you and maybe rip someone off even a little she would in a New York minute without any qualms about it. And it didn’t matter who it was, her brother, her friends, an enemy, someone she’d never met before she was just like that and I’d learned a long time ago to watch her closely. “Really, this looks and smells just like what I got from Joey last night and I only paid 150 bucks for a whole ounce.” I tossed her the bag and said. “Keep it, I already have ...