Dirty Erotic Oneshots

a moment and then exhaled with a happy expression on his face. He sat back absorbing the feeling and then opened his eyes and grinned at her once more. He held the pipe out to her and she took it in her hand feeling uncertain.

 

'Okay, your turn,' he said. 'Just don't tell your mother for God's sake! If you tell her she'll make both our lives a living hell, not that it's that far off now.'

 

She opened her mouth in shock once more and then laughed. She had often suspected that Mike wasn't very happy with her mother. Now she knew he wasn't and the knowledge made her feel like they had shared something important.

 

'Okay,' she said. 'I promise not to tell her.'

 

She put the pipe to her lips and sucked on it but got almost no smoke out of it. She looked at it in confusion and sucked even harder; still she got no smoke from it. Again she looked at it, puzzled. She and her friends had always rolled their pot into joints and she had never used a pipe before.

 

Mike held the lighter to the bowl of the pipe and lit it.

 

'Try it now,' he said. 'You have to light it with almost every haul.'

 

She nodded slightly and inhaled sharply. Almost immediately her face turned red and her eyes watered as she gasped. She coughed heavily and her throat felt like it had been set on fire. Mike patted her on the back lightly and got some water from the sink. He rubbed her back gently and held the water out to her. She took it and gulped almost half the glass down to soothe her throat.

 

'Oh my God!' she gasped. 'How can you do that? That's awful!'

 

She continued to cough and hack and Mike refilled her water glass three times before her throat stopped burning.

 

Mike continued to rub her back and she finally stopped sputtering. She smiled at him, grateful that he hadn't laughed at her, although he was grinning at her inexperience with smoking from a pipe. His hand was big and comforting as it passed over her back and she had an odd sense of camaraderie with him at this moment.

 

'Feeling better?' he asked.

 

She nodded and smiled again and picked up the pipe from the table.

 

'Can I try this again?' she asked.

 

He smiled and held the lighter to the bowl of the pipe once more.

 

'Now this time breathe in slowly,' he said. 'If you take it in slowly, you can tell how hot the smoke is and inhale only as much of it as your throat can handle.'

 

She took it in, her throat still burning slightly, but was able to take a good deal of the smoke into her lungs. She handed the pipe back to Mike and he took his turn. Together they finished off all the pot in the bowl and then sat back contentedly. They were both staring into space and grinning and then Mike stood up.

 

'Okay, I'm going to change into my pajamas.' He said. 'And I suggest you do the same young lady. Smoking from a bowl is much more potent than smoking from a joint and you probably won't feel much like changing clothes before bed if you put it off too long.'

 

Jennie grinned stupidly and giggled.

 

'Stop telling me what to do!' she said. 'I'm eighteen now and you can't tell me what to do anymore.'

 

Mike shrugged and smiled.

 

'Suit yourself,' he said. 'You'll hate yourself in the morning though when you wake up in your nice clothes.'

 

Jennie looked down at her clothes and realized she was wearing her brand new silk blouse. Also she was wearing her new jeans for the very first time and they were perfect just the way they were. Mike was absolutely right that she wouldn't want to sleep in these clothes and she muttered angrily to herself.

 

'Okay fine!' she snapped at him.

 

Mike grinned again and wandered away to change.

 

By the time he came back down stairs Jennie was sitting on the couch watching TV. He smiled to himself when he saw that she had indeed changed. She was now wearing an oversized T-shirt that was pulled half-way down her thighs. He vaguely wondered to himself whether she was wearing the white cotton panties she had grown up with or if it was one of the sexier French-cut panties she had bought recently.

 

He sat down on the opposite end of the couch from her and asked her what she was watching.

 

'I don't know,' she said, 'some movie.'

 

Mike shrugged and turned his attention to the TV too, although he couldn't get his mind off of Jennie's panties. For some inexplicable reason, he just had to know which panties they were. He knew it was the pot at work. It had a way of affecting you. If there was something minor on your mind, the pot had a way of making it into an obsession.

 

Questions that you could normally shove aside as irrelevant became matters of the utmost importance; the irony being that once you found out the answer, you frequently dismissed it as irrelevant a few minutes later and then promptly forgot about it.

 

For her part, Jennie had gone to her room and removed her blouse, carefully hanging it in the closet. She then removed her jeans and hung those up with equal care. She then removed her bra and pulled her oversized T-shirt on. She stood in front of her full-length mirror and held the shirt up over her tummy to study the thong she had worn under her new jeans.

 

She wondered whether she should leave the thong on and turned in the mirror to study the reflection of her bum. Although she liked the way the thong accented her bum with the cheeks completely exposed, her mind wandered to the spanking that Mike had given her just two years before.

 

Once again she thought of his big gentle hand rubbing over her white cotton panties, just as he had rubbed her back when she choked on the pot a few minutes before. For reasons she couldn't explain, she removed the thong and drew a pair of white cotton panties from her drawer and pulled them on. They were clean and smelled fresh.

 

The feeling of warmth and comfort they provided was almost surreal. She imagined Mike's big hand rubbing across her bum and she felt the goose pimples creep over her entire body. She shook off the feeling and then, wearing just the T-shirt and the white cotton panties she went to the living room and turned on the TV.

 

As they watched TV, both their minds wandering erratically, they kept sneaking glances at each other. Mike kept looking at her legs wondering if she might shift her position so he could at least get a glimpse of her panties; then he could settle the question in his mind once and for all.

 

Jennie kept taking furtive glances at Mike's hands, imagining them rubbing across her bum. The more she thought about it the more jumpy she became, unconsciously moving her bum back and forth into the couch. When the tension became unbearable, she shifted her position, much to Mike's delight, bringing her knees toward her chest and turning slightly away from him so she could lean against the arm of the couch.

 

Mike was now staring at her bum intently, trying unsuccessfully to see beneath her T-shirt. Although her new position had pulled her shirt up toward her bum, it had not risen high enough for him to glimpse her panties. As he stared he suddenly realized that he had a hard-on. It was well hidden beneath his bath robe and his pajama bottoms but it was definitely there.

 

He came to the conclusion that, between the pot and thinking too much about Jennie's panties, his cock, his recently neglected cock, had responded with an erection that wasn't going to go away until it was dealt with. He decided then and there that he was going to have to jerk off in bed later on, because he certainly wasn't going to be able to sleep like this no matter how high he was.

 

On a whim he stood up and began walking toward the kitchen. He stopped suddenly and turned toward Jennie.

 

'Do you want some more pot?' he asked.

 

She looked up, not understanding the question at first, and then grinned widely.

 

'Yeah!' she said happily. 'Good idea!'

 

Mike smiled and got the pipe and the baggie of weed. He returned to the couch and packed a small amount lightly into the bowl. He lit it up and then lay back with his lungs full of smoke. Jennie took the pipe from his hand and then she too laid back. They exhaled the smoke slowly and grinned at each other. After the pipe was done Mike returned the pipe and baggie to their hiding places and then slouched on the couch beside Jennie.

 

'You know what?' he asked in a serious voice.

 

'What?' she replied with an equally serious tone

 

'I need to know something,' he said.

 

'What?' she said. The pot was having its effect on her too. Being as high as she was, she wanted nothing more than to help.

 

'I need to know which panties you're wearing,' he said. 'It's been bugging me since I sat down. Is it the plain cotton ones or the French ones?'

 

Jennie grinned and grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt. She picked it up as far as her tummy to show him her white cotton panties, feeling absurdly happy that she could answer his question.

 

Mike looked at the panties and nodded sagely. He studied them for a moment and then sat back.

 

'You know,' he said. 'I think those white cotton panties suit you; much more so than those French-cut panties you got.'

 

Jennie, surprised at what he said creased her eyebrows and thought for a moment.

 

'Really?' she asked. 'I thought boys liked the other ones better.'

 

Mike frowned slightly and pursed his lips as he thought. The pot was making both of them much more stupid than they normally would be.

 

'Well,' he began, 'that's true I guess. But I've always been different. You know some men really go crazy for lingerie; myself, I prefer a woman to be naked. So maybe more men prefer those French-cut panties you've been wearing lately. Personally I think the plain white cotton panties are... more friendly.'

 

Jennie nodded and thought to herself again.

 

'Do you really think so?' she said, leaning forward earnestly now. She looked down once more at her panties and absently fingered the elastic waistband.

 

Mike reached forward and rubbed his hand across her hip from the side of her bum to the top of her thigh.

 

'Yeah, they feel better when you touch them and they have an appeal,' he said. 'I like the look of them. When I see thongs and these really brief things that some women wear, I think of strippers. I've never had sex with a stripper so they don't do much for me. I've had sex with lots of women who wore plain cotton panties so maybe that's why I think they're more sexy; and I don't think of you as a stripper either, so I guess I just think you should be wearing something that normal women wear.'

 

'You've had sex with lots of women?' she asked incredulously, 'how many?'

 

"I don't think I've ever counted,' he said. 'I guess at least a few dozen, maybe more.'

 

Jennie smiled and then looked at Mike shyly.

 

'Do you remember when you spanked me two years ago?' she said slowly, trying hard to get the words out.

 

Mike frowned and shook his head vigorously, as if he were trying to shake an unpleasant thought out of his head.

 

'Why do you want to bring that up?' He asked. 'It was a long time ago and I was angry.'

 

'I know,' she said with a blush. 'I was a brat that day and I guess I deserved it.'

 

Again Mike shook his head and then looked away.

 

'There's something I need to ask.' She said, reaching out and touching his