Ryan led Summer into a deserted bedroom, and closed the door. He had decided as he walked up with her that this was going to be something between the two of them.
Summer's mind was racing as she walked into a room with a stranger. She wanted to feel something other than Newport, and she thought Ryan was just the cure. To be sure, she'd smoked weed with people before, but she had a feeling this time would be different. Her decision to find out more about him was a good one, she thought, and she hurried Ryan along as he was busy getting the pot into the borrowed pipe.
"Do you want the first hit?" he asked, not knowing what else to say to the girl he has just taken from her friends.
"Hmm, actually, I was going to let you take the first hit. I want to know how good the stuff is."
"Well, since I am the entertainment, I'll provide you with the pleasure." In his head, Ryan was hoping that this weed would give him the balls to act on Summer's attractiveness. Ryan, with the pipe in his left hand, and a lighter in his right, took a long drag on the pipe.
"Oh, that's some good shit."
"Now that you've told me that, hand over the pipe!" Summer demanded in a slightly drunken slur.
"Is that how this is going to work now? You demand things of me?" He said, knowing that he as about to get in trouble.
"Yes, it is! The buzz from my tequila shot is ending, and I need another fix."
"Then you'll have to get the pipe from me," he said, not realizing that his suggestion meant that Summer would have to chase him.
"Then this is war!" she said, knowing that this was going to be something she'd been waiting for since she laid eyes on him earlier that night.
"Then war it is," was all that she heard Ryan say before she was climbing on top of him, straddling him, and grabbing for the pipe.
Ryan's mind was racing as Summer sat atop him. He couldn't figure out why, but he wanted to keep her in that exact spot. Their playful banter has piqued not only his mental attention, but he could feel himself loosing control of the rest of his faculties. To help ease his desire, he gladly moved his hands to hand Summer the pipe. Once she took in her hands, she took a long, slow, hit and kept her position at the same time. Seeing her still straddling him, he was able to just take the pipe from her, put in on the nightstand next to him, and grab her head to meet his. He decided to wait until she finished her hit before he made a move, but he killed him to wait.
Summer was thinking that the pot was just what she needed to make her move. She could tell that he was waiting to take her right there, especially as she felt him writhing in anticipation. She decided to make him wait as long as she could, so she took a long drag on the pipe, all the while watching him watching her.
She finished her hit, and as soon as the pipe left her lips, Ryan grabbed the pipe and lighter with one hand, and her head with the other. He tossed the pipe and lighter on the floor, not really worried about the pot he just wasted, and with this other hand brought her face closer to his. He didn't bring her face quite to hers, but waited to see her reaction. He noticed that her eyes were dancing around, and he thought she wanted this just as much as he did, so he pulled her head closer to his, and their lips met.
Summer was surprised at how forceful this total stranger was being with her. She'd never had a boy be so up front with her, and it was a major turn on she decided. She let him bring their faces closer together before their lips finally met. After all of the work that he'd done to bring their lips together, she decided that he could take control of the situation. As soon as his mouth opened more and he could extend his tongue, she followed and let her mouth do the same. His kissing style was erratic, but she thought that it would be better once the pot finally got to both of them.
His erratic kisses were becoming more controlled, and with that, he focused his attention on other activities. He slowly moved his hands away from her face and started to caress her skin. It felt soft and hot, and he was growing more impatient. He wanted to lose his clothes so badly, but he wasn't sure she was willing to go that far. He looked back into her eyes for a clue about her next move. She was staring back at him, with her hands moving up to the top of his shirt; that was all the indication he needed.
Ryan stood up slowly, while still keeping his lips connected, and helped Summer as he lost his shirt, and belt. After his controlling the early portion of their evening, Summer took over, suggesting that he was about to get lucky.
As they continued kissing, he couldn't help but think that this was a one-night stand in the making. He had no idea what was going to happen after tonight, and it make him even more anxious. His hands went back to Summer's back, and he slowly moved to her breasts. As he started to cup them, he heard her moan into his kiss.
With that moan, he could no longer hold out, he motioned to her to remove her denim skirt, giving him time to find his pants and the spare condom that he kept in there. As soon as Summer had thrown her skirt on the floor, he saw for the first time how beautiful she was. The skirt had hidden her hips, and he almost lost his control there.
Thankfully, he didn't lose control, and the rest of their time together was spent together.
Their high from the marijuana had worn off, and in its place was the euphoric high that only happens after sex. As soon as Summer realized that she was still at Holly's house, she quickly put herself back together, and motioned to Ryan to do the same. He put his clothes back on, and took the pipe and dime bags, and left the room. She had stayed behind so that no one would be that suspicious.