I pulled down my drawers and sat down with my junk hanging out

I had just got back from the Haight area where I had gone to pick up a sack from a friend. By "sack" I mean an eighth of the sticky dank cali chronic.

Anyway I got this fat sack burning a hole in my pocket (and a solid buzz going from the session with aforementioned friend) as I amble up-campus to the student quad from the dorms.

That's when I run into the hot blonde bombshell (who I won't name here because she's now married and a mommy) that used to hang out with my frat. To give a quick description of her, she's tall (a good hand or two taller than me at least), long blond hair, voluptuous as hell and got killer green-blue eyes and a sexy smile. She was a basic party animal and always down for a good time. A good way to describe her was simply one helluva down-ass home girl.

We had our fling in the past in case you're wondering and were just homies at this point. Anyway, just the person I was looking for to share my satchel with. I make a 180 and fall in stride with her and start shooting the shit, letting on that I have a bag of the crip on my person. We stop for a smoke at the benches out in front of Mary Park Hall.

She turns the conversation by remarking "So, ya gettin' any lately?" Which she knows I am since she is very aware of my girlfriends dislike of her. I play coy though, saying I had taken an oath of celibacy. She says something like "aw thats too bad, I was feeling horny." But this is the usual banter I can expect from her so it's no big deal. Just for fun though I mention how there's a special clause in my oath of celibacy that allows sexual relations on the condition that it be done while taking a bong-hit.

After some more innuendo I flat out say that it's always been a fantasy of mine to smoke a bong while getting head. Well that load of crap turned out to payoff quite handsomely. We put out our cigs and she went up to her room. I went a few moments after (didn't want any rumors of us going up together getting back to the girlfriend) and let myself into her room where she was all set with the 2-foot graffix sitting on the table and a naughty smile on her face.

So I pulled out the sack and packed her a fat bowl (damn if she wasn't awesome at smoking weed, which makes sense cuz I taught her). After her load was done (and she had gotten over her coughing fit) she got off the bed and knelt in front of me. I pulled down my drawers and sat down with my junk hanging out, and thumbed myself a rimmer of the dank.

She put her blond locks up in a ponytail, grinned at me, and got herself a mouthful of my cock. After she had been down on me a couple minutes, I composed myself like a seasoned classical musician, put the glass instument to mouth, sparked the bic (with the index finger of course) and slowly pulled myself a nice thick load. And while enjoying the sounds of her mouth shlurping away on me, I pulled the stem and cleared the chamber with a SHWOOOFfff.

As I held down the toke and the potent herb was sent running anew throughout my bloodstream the whole experience was just too sublime, as she kept working away while the high crept upon me. I let the toke go with minimal coughing, my awareness returning to concentrate on getting into the BJ.

I put my hand on her head, gently but firmly pumping her face as I came to climax. What with the blood gone from my brain (due to the boner) and having held my breath holding onto the hit, combined with the THC itself, I honestly thought I was going to pass out as the climax approached.

Then, in addition to the load from the bong I just gave her, I let her have another load as I pumped out my wadd into her mouth before falling back on the bed, spent ,and stoned. I tell you that girl was the best. From start to finish it wasn't all that long, but its some of the best 8 or so minutes of my life, that's for sure.