Head over to the giggly Pothead
From Create Your Own Story
You take a seat near the Pothead and she looks up at you. Her eyes show that she's recovering from a high and is coming back down.
"Hey, how's it going?" you casually ask her.
"Fine, just, uh... recovering," she replies, apparently trying not to show that she smokes chronic.
You look away and she gets up, starting to walk back towards the city. You stand up as well and walk beside her.
"Where ya heading?" you ask, trying to sound friendly.
"Home. Gonna smoke a bo- I mean, do some homework," she corrects herself.
"Look, I'd love to share a bowl with you, if you don't mind," you reply, nudging her.
"Alright, I guess we could be high-buddies." She laughs. She's completely dropped the ruse.
You follow her to her house and she throws her bag in the foyer. Her parents are away... you think. She takes your hand and leads you upstairs.
"I got this fucking amazing bag from a friend. Shit had me tripping for a week," she explains, pulling a ZipLoc bag from a shoebox under her bed. She pulls out her pipe, a green glass that complements the Mary Jane she's putting in it. Moments later, she's taking a hit, and passes you the pipe. You take a hit and put it on her bedside table. In minutes, both of you are blazed beyond belief.
"H-H-Haha, Hey, why don't you turn that on?" She laughs, pointing at the TV. You turn it on and see she has it tuned to an input. She hands you an Xbox 360 controller and you laugh, unable to control yourself. You and her amuse yourselves for an hour screwing around in Grand Theft Auto IV, her laying sideways on her bed and looking at the TV, you sitting on the ground, back on her bed. Finally, 10 deaths, thousands of laughs, and hundreds of dead civilians later, she suggestively dangles her arms over your shoulders and puts her hands on your chest.
She whispers into your ear, "I know something we could do that's much, much more... fun." She finishes the sentence by licking her lips near your ear. Then she rolls onto her back and pulls her pants off, exposing an uncovered, glistening pussy. She slowly rubs it and then spread it open. You can't just sit there. You got a horny, high, 17-year-old girl waiting! What do you do?
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
