Author’s Note: After a few years of following mcstories pretty closely, I’ve finally opted to throw my hat in. My hypersexual, don’t-read-this-if-you’re-not-18-or-in-a-place-where-this-sort-of-thing-isn’t-allowed hat. Also, for this story, I do feel I owe a great debt to Madam Kistulot’s “Dust High,” which a) inspired me to finally write my own material for MC and b) was a major inspiration for this particular story. Additional thanks also go to cute stoner girls at my college, the other major inspiration for this story. Any criticism, well-wishes or advice can be sent to elscorcho25@gmail.com.
Stir It Up
By: El Scorcho
Shayna couldn’t help but be a little bit impressed. Her best friend Christine had called upon returning home from her family’s two-week trip to California, and she came back with a gift for the two of them: a supposedly brand-new strain of weed. According to Christine, she’d been at a house party thrown by some of the people near her family’s summer home, and she met a guy and his girlfriend. They got to talking (Shayna couldn’t help but wonder if that was just a little bit of a euphemism), and long story short, he sold her some of what Christine swore was among the highest-quality pot she’d ever encountered.
“Are you sure it’s legit?” Shayna had asked.
“Trust me,” Christine replied, “I had some with the couple that sold it to me, and it’s...fantastic.”
Shayna had found Christine’s glowing description of the wonder drugs just a little bit disarming, but she figured it wasn’t anything particularly bizarre. Christine tended to have a yen for bits of recreational drug use, and Shayna was always more than willing to come along for the ride. Christine would be over in around a half hour, so she figured she’d grab a quick shower before the festivities began.
As she stepped into the bathroom, Shayna began to undress. She wasn’t particularly vain, but she knew she was fairly attractive. Long brown hair, a button nose, naturally puffy lips and an ass she kept in check with the aid of tri-weekly gym sessions. She’d always wanted to start running more, but hell, being able to get high was a hell of a lot more fun. She was still in good shape, and could still impress when she cared to. Unlike a lot of the other dedicated stoners she knew, she wasn’t really into sweatpants or tie-dye. She liked looking good, and for the most part was content with what she had to show. Her breasts had always been a little smaller than she’d liked, a solid B-cup but tiny nonetheless. Christine was the stacked one of the two, and tended to get hit on a lot more frequently when the two went out.
Shayna stepped into the shower, but hopped back out when she realized the water was borderline scalding. Fucking water heater, she thought. The studio apartment she rented couldn’t be topped for what she paid for it, but it had its drawbacks, the chief among them being that hot water was either unlivable or nonexistent. While she waited for the water to cool off, she sat down in her makeup chair opposite the mirror. Smiling to herself, she slipped off the towel wrapped around her body and stroked her neck a little bit.
Well, as long as I have some time...
Shayna slid her hand down over her pert breasts, teasing one dark nipple between two knuckles, gently but firmly enough to make her squirm in her seat. It’d been a while since she’d had sex, but this was voluntary. Most guys took one look at her, saw a slightly spacey stoner chick and figured she’d put out without the slightest effort, and though Shayna did lean just a little bit bisexual, especially when fantasizing, she’d never found a girl that she was sexually attracted to, at least enough to try with.
She moved her free hand over to the shower, but it was still too hot to climb in. Looking back at the mirror, she discovered that it had fogged over. Not able to watch herself, she closed her eyes and let her other hand run down over the trimmed tuft of fur between her thighs and down to her soft, now swollen lips. With a small mewl, she began to run her finger softly up and down her slit, working her breasts with her free hand. She knew right away it wasn’t going to take long for her to cum; she’d been feeling needier than usual lately, and the overheated room was only adding to her increasingly heavy breathing.
Her other hand left her chest and moved to join the other, allowing her to slip two thin fingers inside her now-soaked pussy. With her left, she began to circle her clit, and within seconds her eyes were rolling back into her skull. It was times like this that she loved living alone, because she could cry out, loud, and she did.
“Ah...ohhh...fuck...AHHHHHHHHH”
The rush of orgasmic pleasure hit her brain so fast that she nearly fell out of the chair. The condensation that had filled the room due to the overheated shower made the floor slick, and as Shayna came, her heels slid out, pushing her fingering hand even deeper inside to punctuate her already-frenzied orgasm. After catching her breath for a minute, she again reached over to the shower. It was ready for her now, so she unsteadily rose to her feet to clean herself off. After all, it wouldn’t be long at all now before Christine arrived.
Shayna’s frantic self-pleasuring session in the bathroom had left her feeling a little more empowered than usual, so when her shower was done and it was time to get dressed, she opted for a lacy, teal g-string and matching bra, with a particularly thin pair of skinny jeans and a low-cut black tank top to complete the ensemble. It wasn’t like she planned on going out, but she felt like looking good. After all, she mused, I feel pretty fucking good.
Not long after she finished getting dressed, there was a knock on her door. Excited to see her friend, Shayna went to the door to let her in.
“Hey, girl! And whoa. I’m liking the new outfit.”
Christine was dressed the way the two would normally get decked out to go to a concert. Her black-and-platinum-blonde hair went with her rocker chick look perfectly, as did the Motley Crue midriff top and jean skirt she was wearing. Shayna noticed that “skirt” might not be the best term for what Christine was wearing, as it barely came down to mid-thigh and was wrapped around her so tight that Shayna couldn’t help but wonder exactly how she was able to walk.
“Thanks!” Christine said. “I picked it up in Cali. Along with a couple other things...”
With a smirk, Shayna let her in. This was how the two passed a lot of evenings when they didn’t feel like going out to a bar or a club. They’d blaze a little bit, watch movies, eat and talk shit about Christine’s roommates or Shayna’s coworkers. Tonight she expected no different, though she couldn’t help but notice that her friend was definitely more dressed to impress than she usually was when she showed up. Typically, this was Christine’s official getup for getting into the backstage area of shows and making the evening of some touring drummer.
“Got any food? I’m starving.” Christine asked.
“Sure, whatever you want out of the fridge. I haven’t gone shopping. Hey, while you’re doing that, could I see this super-pot or whatever it is?”
“Shur, just mfff,” Christine tried to respond with a mouthful of peanut butter.”
Shayna laughed. “Don’t hurt yourself, hun. Where is it?”
Christine pointed to her purse. Shayna went over and pulled out Christine’s designated hiding place, a medicine bottle. Opening it, the first thing that struck her is that this weed was unlike any other she’d seen before. The first and most noticeable example of why this was caught her eye immediately. It was a cloudy, pastel shade of pink. Inhaling, Shayna shuddered. It was potent, extremely so, and while it smelled like pot, it also smelled like flowers, and something else, something exotic that she couldn’t quite place.
“This smells fantastic? Mind if I start packing it?” she asked.
“Oh, please do. And just you wait until it hits you.” Christine gave her a grin. Shayna noticed that there was something almost feline in the way her friend was watching her pack the bong, but shook it off. Get it together, girl, she thought. You gotta stop playing with yourself before company comes over.
Meanwhile, she also couldn’t help but wonder if packing the bong was a bad idea. Whatever it was, it was going to hit stronger than a speeding truck. Shayna grinned, though, and figured that this was merely the beginning of a wonderful evening. Setting things up, she bought her piece to the couch and waved Christine over, who came over with a beer in each hand. “You first,” prodded Christine, “I wanna watch you as this shit hits.”
Shayna laughed and put her mouth around the top of the chamber. Christine was eyeing her again, but she had higher priorities (no pun intended) right now. She lit the weed and built up a massive column, probably bigger than she should have, and then took it all in. She was struck by how smoothly it went down. It was like doing rips out of a piece with an ice chamber, but cleaner somehow.
Then, it hit her.
Shayna had never felt a high from pot quite like the one she’d already reached. It was like the body high of eating brownies combined with a major head rush, plus the euphoria of something more like the Ecstasy she and Christine had tried at a party once. There was also something very, very sexual about it. Immediately, Shayna felt herself getting hot between her legs, and squirmed, but the squirming made her whole body feel like it was swimming. For what felt like an eternity, she sat like this, unable to move without feeling like her entire body was in a warm, heavy, dreamy ocean...
“Come back to me...” she heard through a muffled filter.
With no shortage of great effort, she opened her eyes to see Christine. Suddenly, she felt a rush of hot lust run through her. A small part of her brain felt surprised by this, but mostly she couldn’t help but admire her best friend’s milky skin, bright green eyes, her hair that was dark and light and incredibly sexy all at once, her massive breasts pushing her shirt up and out. And then, Shayna’s eyes moved down to the waistband of Christine’s skirt. She was vaguely aware that she was licking her lips, and knew that Christine could see, but she couldn’t have cared less. At that moment, she wanted sex, any way she could get it. Even if it was from her suddenly very attractive friend.
“I told you, babe. That’ll knock you flat on your ass.” Christine said. Shayna could only imagine Christine’s ass, firm and tight, her hand working around from her ass to...
Shayna squirmed a bit at her thoughts, but again, the squirming made her eyes feel heavy, her body submerged in a warm ocean, her brain feeling creamy and melty and lusciously dead, unable to think any thoughts but nice ones, nice ones but not quite innocent...
Christine took the bong from Shayna’s limp arms and lit it. Shayna watched as Christine’s tiny lips exhaled a vortex of smoke, and knew exactly how deliciously, wickedly good her friend was about to start feeling. She couldn’t help but imagine the possibilities. Mmmm...in a minute she’ll feel exactly like... me...ohh...her thoughts will just blaze and turn to gooey, yummy...ohhhh...
Sure enough, Christine began to writhe on the couch, tensing her whole body and relaxing it. Not able to wait, Shayna took the piece back and took another hit, forcing an even intenser wave of pleasure into her brain, then down her spine and into the rest of her body. The two kept moving back and forth, until the bowl was cashed, but the pot was no longer the top priority on either girl’s mind. As Christine went limp and spread out, only moving to arch her back occasionally, Shayna got a good look at the light blue, satiny panties peeking out from underneath Christine’s skirt, and became slowly aware through the blissful fog currently controlling her body that she was dripping wet in a way she’d never experienced before.
Christine opened her eyes enough to look directly into Shayna’s, and licked her lips, While looking right at her friend, she parted her legs even more lewdly, and this was all the invitation that Shayna would need. The lithe girl slowly crawled over to her friend and kissed her, deeply and with no real foreplay. Their tongues pushed against one another, battling. Shayna broke the kiss only long enough to pull Christine’s top off, revealing a matching blue bra with lace trim. As pretty as it looked, Shayna pulled it off within seconds and buried her face in Christine’s mountainous breasts. Christine moaned softly as Shayna began to pinch one of her large pink nipples and suck on the other, while caressing and occasionally spanking her ass with her spare hand.
Shayna pushed Christine on her back and began to nibble on her neck, kissing softly while lazily trying to unbutton her skirt. After a brief battle she felt the button come undone, and reluctantly broke contact with Christine’s body long enough to work the short jean skirt off her hips. Christine also noticed that a thick haze had filled the room, making very little beyond her irresistibly curvy friend visible. She didn’t care, though, didn’t want to care. She didn’t have to care about anything save for her lips, which were now suckling on one of her friend’s massive tits, or her hand, which had worked its way underneath Christine’s little blue thong and was currently teasing her swollen, wet pussy.
Shayna looked up to see her friend trying to make sentences, but nothing was coming out save for yelps and mewls and other delightfully naughty, dreamy sounds. Before long Christine was grinding frantically onto Shayna’s hand trying to release herself, but Shayna had other plans. She pulled Christine’s soaked underwear off and knelt between her legs, admiring her friend’s tiny pussy, hairless and so tucked in that it was hard to believe her friend was far from a virgin. She began to lick, and immediately Christine wrapped her thighs around Shayna’s head. She was delirious, bucking and screaming in hedonistic ecstasy, and Shayna was unable to hear much of this, but didn’t care. The hot taste of her friend on her tongue was more than enough to drive her wild.
With a violent tremor, Christine came. Shayna hadn’t expected her friend to be a squirter, but she did, and the hot wetness filled Shayna’s willing mouth and covered her face. It felt delicious, so sinfully good. Shayna wanted her turn, and all she had to do was pop up and cock one finger at her wet, spent friend, and immediately Christine was all over her, tearing off her shirt, then her jeans, then her bra, and with a hand down Shayna’s sopping wet panties, Christine was licking her friend up her neck and down to her engorged nipples. She moved down between her friend’s legs, and began to eat her pussy without any sort of tentative foreplay.
Shayna felt like pure molten lava was flowing out from between her thights as soon as Christine’s tongue began to flick her obscenely swollen clit. The dreamy, wet feeling that was already flowing through her body was amplified exponentially to a place where she was no longer human, she was just pure dripping sex and there was only one way to complete the transformation. Shayna’s hazy mind could barely form words for the kind of pleasure she was experiencing, and they could only come out in incoherent bursts: Fuck! So...mmm...yummy...creamy...melty...ohhh, fuck...I’m cumming...my whole fucking body is cah...ah...AHH...AHHHHHHHHHHH! Arching her back, Shayna screamed as she succumbed to her friend’s tongue lashing and collapsed into a melted pile of stoned, orgasmic, heavenly bliss. As she began to pass out into a different kind of dreamy haze, she became vaguely aware that Christine had now cuddled up to her, whispering in her ear...
“I told you this was good shit...the greatest...”