Ryan, Just Admit It

We are now thoroughly scrubbed and discreetly picking up our dirty clothes/shower-time mess in the bathroom; Micki clad in her ever-present satin robe and I with a towel around my waist, joking with each other and sharing kisses of all sorts, when something falls out of my jean's pocket and lands on the floor as I toss them into the hamper.
Oh, that's right. I forgot about buying pot from Spicoli earlier on this evening. Well, a lot of new shit has come to light since then. We glance down at it in unison, then look at each other with raised eyebrows.
"Should we try to get rid of that the hard way?" I ask her. I'm feeling impulsive, and curious to try having sex again under the influence. I mean, come *on*. We aren't the most law abiding people in the world, and it's not like I haven't done it before.
Micki shrugs, "Yeah, why not?"
My mind's blown. I thought she'd back out and give me shit, "Really?"
"I *did* go to college, you know." she says defensively.
Touche`. We leave the bathroom and set up camp in her room, and I start to break up the pot on one of her issues of Vogue. Micki looks as if she's hit with an idea and leaves the room for a minute, returning with an empty can of Tab, a toilet paper roll and two dryer sheets.
I shoot her a perplexed look, "What's all this?"
She makes her way next to me on the bed and faces me cross-legged, "Well, we're fresh out of uncursed pipes, so the soda can is for smoking out of, and this," she stuffs the dryer sheets into the empty toilet paper roll, "is to blow the smoke out of to cover up the smell."
I'm impressed, "You *have* done this before." I say as she reaches over to procure a safety pin from her nightstand, then folds the can of Tab in the center and pokes a few holes in the middle. She's Micki-gyver. "I've never toked this way, all my friend had papers." I comment.
"In dorm rooms, you learn the way of the ninja." she chuckles, handing me the modified Tab can, "Oh shit, do you have a lighter?"
"There's the one for the pilot light in the kitchen drawer." I offer, and she smacks a quick kiss on my mouth before flitting off in a blur of satin and red curls.
I'm assuming I'm supposed to place the bright green marijuana over the holes that Micki poked, so I go ahead and do that, filling the bent can's center. She comes gliding back in the room as I hear my stereo playing Jane's Addiction at a medium low level, triumphant look on her face and lighter in her hand.
Now she's back on the bed next to me, our backs against the headboard, and I hand her the can, "Do the honors, M'lady? I need to see how this is done."
She accepts my offering and puts her mouth to the opening you would normally drink out of. She lights the pot in the center and takes in a lungful of smoke, holding up a finger as she waits a few beats, and exhales a large cloud through the toilet paper roll/dryer sheet thingy she concocted. It smells like fresh laundry.
"Smooth." she comments stonily as she passes me the can and the 'thingy', "They weren't pulling your leg, that's good stuff."
Man, she's just chock full of surprises, and I am in love with them all. I repeat what Micki just did with a minor exception; I start choking and coughing like crazy. The smoke is piney tasting as it hits my lungs and they squeeze in protest. I attempt to blow my hit through the 'thingy', but I'm really not very successful.
Micki rubs my back soothingly and tries not to laugh at me, not doing the best job at it as she takes the can back. "You are so precious." she giggles, "A-freakin-dorable."
We manage to finish smoking the rest of it without further incident, which is good, because she showed me up and I was a little embarrassed.
Now completely high, we lay on our backs and just stare at the ceiling on her bed as my Jane's tape serenades us with "Summertime Rolls". It's been a very strange day, all highly sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll. I feel as if I've learned more about her in one day than I have in the past year or so of knowing her. So, why do I still feel a gnawing confusion?
"Me and my girlfriend/don't wear no shoes/you know her nose is a painted pepper sunrise/I love her, I mean it's serious/as serious can be..."
The music floats around us, warm and heady, and extremely appropriate to our situation. She reaches for my hand, we lace fingers together, and she exhales a loud breath, "I am so stoned." she finally giggles out, and I am spurred to joining her with giggling of my own, "It's been a few years." she adds.
"So why'd you get on my case earlier for getting it?" I ask her.
"Getting what?"
"The grass, silly girl."
"Because you bought it in a public place, and we barely know that 'Spicoli' guy, as you like to call him. Not very ninja, but I understand why you did it."
"We *did it* in a public place; I guess that's not very 'ninja' either." I argue, complete with perma-grin.
"I beg to differ. That's what you would call ninja-to-the-max." she shoots back, chuckling and turning on her side to face me. Her eyes are slightly pink and she's reminiscent of strawberries. Mmm, strawberries, "So what's going on with us now, huh?" Micki's finger reaches over and traces a small trail on my hip, a little over the towel's edge.
I suck in a breath, "I was gonna ask *you* that." I feel foggy and now, a little aroused as well.
"Well, it's not exactly incest, but we're still probably going to raise a few eyebrows." she says, smiling and moving down to kiss the trail she just blazed on my hip.
"I figure; no blood, no foul, right? We didn't know each other before all this. What would have happened if we just met each other on the street one day and started dating? It's not like we share a bloodline and could produce babies with birth defects."
"You sound like you're trying to convince me, Ryan, but you're preaching to the choir." she says into my skin as she kisses her way up my chest, "Do you want to be with anyone else?" She asks me as we're now face to face.
I shake my head, "No. Who else would understand me like you do?"
"Me either. It looks like you're stuck with me, Pal. Time to get used to it." she kids me, kissing my nose.
"Good, now I can stop trying to think about sick shit just so I don't embarrass myself around you." I exhale in relief, "I was beginning to really disturb myself."
She barks out a laugh, "Really? It's *that* bad?" Micki glances down at my lap and notices that my towel now has a tent, "Are you going camping?" she adds, snickering.
"What can I say; this is the effect you have on me. It's been hard work, trying to keep it under wraps for a year straight." I tell her as she sits up and faces me, resting on her knees.
"Could I get a demonstration? I'm curious to see how you've been handling this."
I feel like humoring her, it's a night for sharing, "Okay, watch this: Alf fingering Leona Helmsley." I say aloud, and the tent immediately disappears.
Micki bursts into peals of laughter, "You aren't wrong; that's some sick shit you have to think about." she lets out as her laughter subsides, "So what happens if I do this?"
She exposes one of her breasts to me and I get another laugh as the tent makes a reappearance, popping up faster than you can say jack rabbit slim, "You see? It's a constant battle." I tell her, shrugging a little, "You're triggering my male Pavlovic response." I cock an eyebrow and pull the ribbon on her robe, "Damn, baby." I attempt my best Barry White and take in her exposed torso. Just, Luscious.
Still pretty fuzzy in the head but now more turned on than anything else, I find myself sitting up and attaching my mouth to her solar plexus, gently kissing the soft skin there and moving upward to the plane of her chest. I land on her lower neck and take my time, sucking slightly on her flesh. Her breath hitches in a pleasant way and she gives me the slightest moan, resting her arms lightly on my shoulders as I move to kneel on my knees and meet her mouth again. One of my arms slides around her naked waist through her open robe to pull her closer while the other has gravitated to clutching a breast. Micki sighs into my mouth as her hand goes for the towel I'm wearing and pulls it off with ease, tossing it across the room.
Round three, I do believe it's time to have the honor. I have to bite my lip as she kisses her way down my body, hands moving into her hair as she stops to say hello to Ryan the Second.
"Gift from Baby Jesus." I breathe out, and she giggles against my cock.
"Don't make me laugh." she purrs, gently tripping light kisses down my shaft and back up again.
I am thankful. I am *so* thankful. "Sorry." Ohholyshit. Merciful saints, does her mouth feel splendiferous. I'm stupefied. I remain kneeling as she crouches in front of me on extended arms, her ass wiggling under satin slightly as her mouth moves languidly up and down Ryan the Second, killing me with the slight suction and reminding me of a sexy lollipop. As succinctly outstanding that this is, however, and provided that the vision of her doing what she's doing to me is the hottest thing I've ever seen, I find myself suddenly very hungry for her. I think it's my turn, and I tug a bit on her hair.
She looks up at me, still in her catlike pose, just the most glorious thing ever, "Something wrong?"
I shake my head, pulling her up slightly to kiss her again, and shrugging her out of her robe as I twist us around, falling on top of her as we collapse together onto the mattress. I break our kiss, look at her pointedly and glance down at her pussycat, then look her in the eye once more before crawling down her body and just diving in. Devouring her. Dee-licious. I'm kissing her southland like a starving man as her breathing gets hurried, and she does release a few babymoans but I've noticed she's been pretty quiet when we're doing the deed. I guess, we don't want to wake up Jack. It doesn't make her any less intense, though. I'm like a rock; I'm so hard, and she tastes just incredible. I add a finger to the show and curve it a little once inside, and her whole body starts vibrating as she pants violently. Goodnight, Nurse. I think I've had my fill. I kiss my way back up her body and slide myself inside as our faces meet again and exchange visages of fuckery.
Awesomeawesomeawesome.
Our movements are slow and deep, one of her legs wrapping around my waist and her nails scoring into my ass. Oh my word, I am riding the euphoria train right now. Lucky doesn't even *begin* to describe my situation. I have a feeling that I may not be able to maintain in this position much longer, "Do you want to be on top?" I rasp out in a whisper, mouthing her chin as she moves her hips in small, achingly slow circles against mine.
"Sounds good to me." Micki barely lets out as I use my strength to roll us over and successfully switch positions without breaking contact, so to speak. She plants a short kiss on my mouth before she sits up and takes over control of our speed, riding me a little harder yet still keeping it erotically lethargic. She feels as good as she looks right now, which is loveliness encased in heaven, all glowing white skin and artful curves that move skillfully above me, thighs squeezing into my waist as she starts tightening up again.
I don't want this to be over yet, but she's not making this easy, so I take matters into my own hands and abruptly sit up, gripping her hips and pulling her off me, "Get on your hands and knees. Now." I growl into her ear before she can protest. Her eyes widen as she briskly complies, sucking in a deep breath as I grip her hips and enter her again from behind, defining my strokes as deep and hard, causing her to rock back and forth in her position. Sultry incarnate. This continues for a few minutes when I begin to feel that now-familiar sensation of a Mickigasm; being it's so powerful that it needs it's own glossary term, and requires plenty of effort to not take you down with it. I bite down on the inside of my cheek as I allow her to go with it, enjoying her orgasm's waves dancing around my cock for as long as I can before pulling out of her. I move her again onto her back on the mattress, place a mile-long leg on either shoulder, balancing my chest on the backs of her upper thighs, and slide back into her.
Mmm, mmm, good. She feels just *fantastic* in this position. Our hands meet and I use them as an anchor, holding hers down with mine over her head as I thrust a little faster, trying my damnedest not to get thrown overboard because I'm cloaked in the wonderment of her body and she is delectable. Her face is close enough to try to kiss her mouth, so I make the attempt and our tongues meet obscenely as I continue to shove up inside her. I will never get tired of this. She feels like home, and I'm glad to stay a while. I feel her grip on my hands tighten, body reading impending orgasm and take this as my signal to give in. All good things must come to completion, I suppose. I find myself quickening my pace, releasing her hands and gripping her thighs as I raise up and revel in her trembling lustrousness; her eyes shut tight as her head thrashes side to side against the pillow, fists clutching sheets as she's overcome with her temptingly influential orgasm. This is all I need to be pulled into my own bodyrocking wave of intense pleasure, causing my movements to get jerky and out of control, my entire self shuddering in release.
Pulling reluctantly out of her as the waves subside, I land next to her on the bed and snuggle her close, the both of us bursting into satisfied laughter.
"I don't know about you, Ryan," Micki purrs lazily, "but I am *starving*."
Yeah, we did work up quite the appetite, didn't we?

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"What in the world?" I hear Jack exasperate through the threshold of the French doors as I slowly crack my eyes open. Yeesh, I was hoping to wake up before he did this morning because we left quite the munchie aftermath in the kitchenette and were too tired to clean up last night after we stuffed our faces. "Was there a tornado?" he continues gruffly, "Who ate all the waffles?"
I am met with the vision of Micki crashed out with her head resting on my stomach, face almost completely camoflouged by massive curly splendor and try not to snicker, choosing instead to cover us up as best as I can with the blankets before Jack busts us.
And in three...two...one...
One of the French doors swing open, "Micki, have you seen Ry...oh, Good Lord!" He exclaims in signature Jack growl as he notices our state. He puts a hand over his eyes and abruptly exits, "Sorry for the intrusion." I can do nothing but grin at him in slight embarrassment as he closes the door.
Well, he was gonna find out sooner or later anyway. She stirs against me and her head emerges from under the blankets a few beats later, face a little bleary eyed, "Did I just hear Jack?" she asks in a sleepy voice and moves to rest her head into my shoulder and neck.
"Yep. We've been officially busted." I yawn, rubbing my eyes and trying to snap myself into day mode.
"Fabulous." Micki says, falling back asleep for another five minutes or so. I don't blame her; we kept some late hours last night, passing out after our munchfest but waking in the wee small hours for another lazy, intense coupling. Nothing in Webster's describes how completely charmed I am.
We finally rouse ourselves, egged on by the scent of fresh brewed coffee, Micki loaning me her fluffy white winter robe and pulling on the satin one as we try to make ourselves as decent as possible. We make our way sheepishly through the French doors, finding Jack sitting at the extremely messy kitchen table with coffee in hand, giving us 'the look'.
"Mornin' Jack." we say in unison, trying not to smile.
"Somebody owes me some waffles."

The Buttnekked Bizzybomb izz-nend! Ker-plow!
And Dick Wolf.

~"That rug really tied the room together, did it not? Fuckin' A." -Walter, The Big Lebowski

Okay, so I know I got a tidge risky with the subject matter on this one, but I feel that it is my artistic license to let a couple of kids in their twenties *be* kids in their twenties for once and indulge a bit. Oh, and repeat: Micki's rockin' the pill, y'all. Holla at yer porn continuity. I would like to thank Jane's Addiction and the album "Nothing's Shocking" for being so cool and melodically awesome and for also being completely consistant to the time frame for this dirty little missive. Timmay.