I sat down right next to him, not to close, not to far-off. He grabbed out a grey bowl out of his pocket.

"Want to try?" He asked, pointing at it with his lighter.

"Weed? No…thanks." I watched him, as he carefully put out some paper bag. He rolled it off and picked up some greenish tobacco. Putting a bit of it into the gap of the bowl and lightning it up. He then glanced back at me and offered me the bowl. I shook my head and bit my bottom lip. Shrugging his shoulders, he carried it to his lips and inhaled big time. A big amount of smoke exhaled.

"You sure, you don't want to try?" He whispered again, whilst inhaling and exhaling off the bowl. The fact that I've never tried this but dreamed of trying led my hands in an accepting gesture. He smiled at me and handed the bowl over. I reminded myself of how he inhaled and followed the steps. It felt like my brain turned numb. Every worry disappeared and a warm feeling surrounded me.

"Woah, this feels good." I giggled lightly and handed the bowl back to Ivan. The poor bowl went back and forth.

After some handing and exhaling, the gap finally went empty. I was hanging in there, not realizing anything. Ivan sat opposite me with eyes closed. Sitting back up, I looked around, starting to giggle. I guess it was normal back then. Tugging on the rubber band of my trains. Too hot in here. Suddenly, I felt myself undressing those trains off me. Sitting there in my wide dub step shirt, my white socks and black panties. Didn't even feel awkward. Ivan sat back up too, eying me amused.

"Okaaaaay." He laughed it off.

"Sorry, it's just too hot in here." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Alright then." With these words, he took off his shirt, tossing it on the floor. I widened my eyes, covered my mouth with my left hand and let out some childish giggles. His massive shoulders and quite six pack turned me on. Somehow, somewhere. Not sure. Carefully, teasingly, I took off my shirt, showing off my black, pointy bra. His eyes lasted on my boobs a few seconds, before he slid off his pants. Wearing checkered boxers. I raised both of my brows, stifling new giggles.

"Is this some kind of undressing game?" I mumbled, leaning in closer. He did the same.

"I guess so."

I flashed a wide smile and closed to relax as I suddenly felt his lips on mine. They tasted like weed but much sweeter.


This is just a small one-shot I wrote a while ago. Nothing interesting, quite personal though. Loved to share. x