«This weed… COUGH! COUGH! This Dutch weed is insane! Best twenty bucks I've ever spent… COUGH! COUGH!» Elaine blurts out between coughs, savoring a massive joint — one of those you only see in gangsta rap videos.
We lit it up half an hour ago, and we're still not even halfway through. But that's normal — Elaine bought it from a close friend who, instead of a measly couple of grams, handed her a full five grams. And it's top-shelf stuff, too.
It took us almost thirty minutes just to roll the damn thing, and we ended up with a joint nearly as thick as my dick. And trust me, that's saying a lot.
Like always when we hang out alone, we're both sprawled out on her bed — she's lying down with her head on a pillow, and I'm sprawled across the mattress with her using my stomach as a footrest. I'm down to just my boxers, while she's wearing a black thong and a white tank top with no bra — so thin you can see her cute nipples pushing through.
On the TV mounted on the wall, barely visible through the thick white smoke, a romantic comedy is playing. Normally, Elaine hates those sappy movies — except when she's high. We still don't know why; probably because weed makes her emotional.
When she's high, she cries over anything. A while ago she even cried at a scene where a couple was eating at a restaurant. The girl asked for the salad, the guy handed it to her, and she burst into tears. What the hell is emotional about a dude passing salad to his girlfriend? Nothing. But she cried anyway.
But right now, that romantic comedy suddenly takes a horny turn. After an endless series of predictable plot twists — to the point where the real twist would've been if they didn't happen — the two leads finally end up having sex. It's pretty graphic, considering it's supposed to be a family rom-com, and Elaine starts applauding and crying for absolutely no reason. She's getting emotional over two people fucking? Seriously…?
But that scene instantly reminds me of something my baked brain had completely forgotten — wanting to fuck Elaine.
Yeah, it's weird to forget something like that — but we're talking about Elaine here. I wouldn't even consider her a sister; she's more like a bro, and wanting to fuck your bro isn't exactly something that pops into your head every day.
Though I'll admit, for someone who's "basically a brother", she's got a really nice ass and really great tits — and lying down without a bra, they look even bigger and perkier than her usual 32C.
«Hey, Elaine, I've been thinking about something for a while… how about we fuck?» I ask — straight to the point, no sugarcoating.
But her reaction is nothing like what I expected. Actually, considering it's Elaine and she's absolutely baked, maybe I should've expected it.
I almost feel embarrassed when she bursts out laughing right in my face, tears in her eyes — and not the emotional kind she gets when she's high.
«God, Jace, you're making me piss myself laughing!» she cackles, rolling around on the bed.
So… is that a yes or a no?
As I try to make sense of her laughter, I feel her bare foot — toenails painted with some hideous green polish — slide off my stomach and down toward my erection. She starts rubbing it between her curled toes, running them along the whole length — which, still bent upward under my boxers, reaches well past my belly button.
«Jace, you're seriously the king of losers. You got hard from watching a sex scene on TV!» she snorts, still grinding the sole of her foot against my dick with such energy that anyone else in my place probably would've cum already.
«Come on, seriously? I got hard because I remembered how long I've wanted to fuck you — and, well, you're jerking me off with your foot, so of course I'm getting hard! Besides, you still haven't answered me.»
«How was I supposed to know you were being serious? I can't read your mind! With all the girls you bang, I'd never have imagined you actually wanted to fuck me of all people…» she mutters, pulling her foot away from my dick and pushing herself upright, sitting cross-legged beside me.
Ah, right… Elaine thinks she's ugly. God, what an idiot. She's not a supermodel, but she's definitely not a troll, and her tomboy vibe doesn't really help. But right now — wearing only her thong and tank top instead of her usual baggy jeans and studded jackets — she's actually looking pretty damn sexy.
«Ah, well then I'm fine with it — as long as your mom doesn't freak out afterward. It's already a miracle she even lets you sleep over here. She probably thinks I'm a lesbian or something,» she slurs, swaying a little as she sits there, still completely stoned.
«Wait… so you're not actually a lesbian?» I ask, genuinely shocked.
Her words completely shatter everything I thought I knew. There are only three things in life you can count on: death, taxes, and Elaine liking pussy. And if even one of those pillars crumbles, your whole world starts shaking.
«Idiot! Just because I dress like some punk-rock chick doesn't mean I don't like dick! But seriously, you thought I was a lesbian and still asked me to fuck? Was it just to tick "fuck a lesbian" off your bucket list or what?» she snaps.
Oh shit — Elaine's actually getting pissed. I need to fix this fast before she changes her mind about fucking.
«What kind of bullshit are you talking about?! And for the record, I already fucked a lesbian.»
She squints at me. «You never told me that story, though.»
«You're right, sorry — I meant to tell you but then I completely forgot. Anyway, you know Jennifer — the redhead from fourth year? She's openly lesbian and even has a girlfriend — but I'm sure you know that, since literally everyone at school does. What not everyone knows, though, is that a few months ago Jennifer suddenly decided she wanted to figure out whether her girlfriend — apparently bisexual — liked guys or girls more. Some kind of loyalty test or whatever. Long story short, she asked me to fuck her girlfriend while Jennifer watched. I'll admit, at first it was kinda weird — I'd never fucked someone while another person was literally getting off right next to us — but eventually the ice broke and it turned into a threesome. Afterward they told me it was basically just a shared kink of theirs.»
«Wow, what a thrilling story,» Elaine says, dripping sarcasm.
I'm not sure that was the best way to prove I'm not trying to sleep with her just to tick "fuck a lesbian" off my bucket list, but hopefully it made her understand she's not just some trophy for my collection. Judging by her reaction, I'd say she believed me.
Elaine gets on her knees on the mattress, looking down with that classic dazed expression of someone who's smoked way too much. Then, with clumsy, unsteady movements, she pulls off her black thong, leans toward me, and does the same with my boxers, freeing the beast from the cage holding it back.
She finally lets out a small, satisfied grin at the sight of my huge dick standing tall right in front of her surprised eyes. It's the first time I've ever been fully naked in front of her — and the same goes for her with me.
Her pussy is really cute — small, completely shaved, and with a piercing on her pubic mound. At first glance, it's the typical tight, closed pussy of someone who hasn't taken a dick in a long while.
«D-Don't get cocky, Jace,» she mutters, grabbing my erection with both hands and bringing her mouth just a breath away from it. «I'm only doing this because you're my best friend… and because you've got a really big dick, okay?»