Girls asleep, so you go play
From Torg Adventure
The room is dim when you enter, lit by just the light coming around the cheap curtains on the window. Amy and Ellen are lying on Ellen's bed, their nude bodies curled around the other's. They look incredibly sweet that way. You are supercharged from your sexual escapades in the shower, and are not ready to nap. You quietly throw on some clothes, leave a quick note that you're visiting Kesha, and close the door, heading down the hall to 301.
You knock lightly, and Kesha answers, grinning when she sees you. She's wearing a white sports bra and a pair of tight green shorts. She hasn't had a chance to dress further than that.
"The girls are asleep, and I'm not sleepy. Can I come in?" You grin at her, your eyes full of desire.
"Of course! You can come in here anytime, sugar!" she enthuses, licking her luscious lips. "And I do mean come." She opens the door wide, and closes it behind you as you enter, throwing the lock.
Now that you're inside the room, you can smell the pot smoke. Kesha's window is open. You spot a small onyx pipe and an ashtray near the window.
"I was just having a little toke. Would you like some?" she asked as she picked up the pipe and a lighter, offering it to you.
"Why, sure!" you say, taking them.
"I'll put some tunes on." The beautiful black girl goes to her desk and fiddles with an iPod in a speaker station. You watch her ass jiggles as she messes with the settings. Beyoncé's voice starts singing "If I were a Boy". You light the pipe and suck in the sweet pot smoke, holding it in your lungs as you pass the pipe to Kesha. You watch as she takes a toke, her boobs bobbing with her swelling lungs. You let out the smoke out the window. Kesha smiles and mouths "Thank you" without saying anything. She then blows her smoke out the window too. You each take another hit. The upsurge of euphoria from the marijuana hits you, and your cock starts filling with blood from seeing Kesha's bare skin and jiggling orbs. Your nipples are also more sensitive and rubbing on your shirt.
You take another lungful of smoke and before you hand the pipe to her, you lean over and kiss her. You let the pot smoke blow out your mouth and straight into hers. She kisses you back with tongue and inhales as you give her the shotgun blast of smoke. She exhales out the window. "I haven't gotten a shotgun in years. Thanks." Then she leans in and kisses you again, her tongue entering your mouth like a mongoose for the cobra. You sit and kiss for five minutes, caressing her shoulders as she holds your head.
She breaks the kiss and you can see her nipples through her sports bra. Kesha's "Your Love is my Drug" comes on next, and you both giggle because her name is the same as your host's. She lights the pipe, taking a deep toke, and kisses you, transferring the smoke back to you. You suck it in while trying to kiss her good. You hold your breath as you keep kissing the girl. Kesha grabs your cock through your pants and squeezes, causing you to cough on the pot smoke. You both laugh.
What next?
