My Last Summer at Home - 5 - Sex Stories

My Last Summer at Home - 5

... ever owned matching underwear at that point in my life. Jill was right; she looked even more perfect with no clothes on. I could smell her all the way up the stairs. Musky but sweet, definitely a girly smell, but not like the locker room at school. I could hear my heart beat in my ear drums when we got up to her room. I didn't understand it at the time, I was too naive. It was sexual excitement. She was the most popular girl in school, always the queen of the ball, the forbidden fruit for any girl. Now she was being a real person, a cool girl that rides dirt bikes and knows about cars. The bitch was smoking hot even when she was sweaty and dirty. Her room was gigantic; it was basically the entire second story over their three car garage. She had her own little kitchen in one corner, and a separate area with a leather couch and some bean bag chairs surrounding a round coffee table. Behind the couch were some built in shelves that covered the whole wall. In the middle of the built ins was a really cool old school Pioneer stereo and turntable. The stereo system was surrounded by a bunch of vinyl records; she had hundreds. She walked over to the window on the other side of the room and flipped on the box fan that was facing out. She reached under the coffee table and pulled out a tray with a little pile of weed, a pack of papers and 6 perfectly rolled joints. &#034Help yourself. Its killer weed, so you guys might want to share one. Just try to blow the smoke at the fan. I'm going ...

... to hit the shower, and then we can go have dinner. My dad's making bacon wrapped fillets. &#034 We plunked down in the huge bean bag chairs and Jill picked up a joint and smelled it. &#034Well, should we?&#034 &#034I don't know if I can handle it. I get paranoid when I smoke, and we're going to have to sit and eat dinner with your parents, and Beth's parents.&#034 Jill lit one up anyway and took a big long hit, then handed it to me with puffed out cheeks, trying to hold the smoke in. I took a big a hit and immediately started coughing when the heavy smoke hit my lungs. Then Jill started to cough because I made her laugh, and reached over for the joint so she could take another hit. I kept thinking this was a bad idea, but I grabbed it again and took two more hits, then gave the joint back to Jill. &#034No more Jill, that's it; I'm going to be blasted when we go down for dinner. &#034 I floated out of the chair over to Beth's record collection to scope out her tastes. It was alphabetized and the collection was perfect, just like her house, and her jeep and her tan little body. I started from the bottom right and moved to the left. I didn't recognize some of them, but I noticed a lot of the same bands that dad and uncle Stu used to listen to. On that bottom shelf she seemed to have everything ever released by ZZ Top, The Who, Van Halen, Bob Seger, The Rolling Stones, Queen, Pink Floyd, Metallica, Motorhead, Motley Crue, Montrose, Led Zepplin and everything in between. I looked ...