Buds, Bonds & Bad Decisions

A GeenaLovesMike Story, told by Harry

Written by BoxingGloveLove

May is such a glorious time to sell pot at State, I swear.

When the weather starts rising during the school year, you better believe the overall level of stress on campus does too. Between the tired-looking students who buy trees off me to blow off some steam, and the 420-friendly professors who have to grade infinite stacks of lame-ass papers, I always make a nice, green mint this time of the year. It’s rad.

No lie, this is how I always end up paying for the next semester: pedaling around a groovy, springtime campus, with the sky super crystal clear, and the flowers and buds all in bloom. Both the grind and the money in my pocket was the tops.

Plus, all this sweet, May profit was more than enough to put my older brothers to shame. While we were all in this together, they never took me seriously. Goes hand in hand with me being the baby of the family. They always laughed at my business ideas too, and I really wanted to shut them up.

They were still punking me hard for losing all my product on 4/20…

It totally wasn’t my fault, though! I had this genius discount idea, right? My Bud’dys Discount for Fun Friends. I had tried it with a few guys on my floor earlier in the semester, and my god, the money rolled in nicer than a perfect joint. Last month, on 4/20, I took that same promotion to the next level. I sent out some lil’ smoke signals, and told my regulars to go out and tell a buddy about my new Bud’dy discount. I was positive that I was going to be swimming around in the green like swamp-thing.

See, the Bud’dy system ran on this axiom: if you could show me a good time and be a fun friend, I’d lower the price based on how much fun I had been shown. Good little coupon, right? I love making people happy.

I thought I’d be going from dorm to dorm, blazing, hanging all laid back, meeting cool people, watching cartoons, maybe getting in some video game time. I wanted a nice, fun, and low key 4/20. I deserved it! I had been putting in tons of work. I just wanted to burn something nice, then veg into the furniture like a sleepy throw pillow…

But before I knew it, Geena and a bunch of her friends had fleeced me!

I have no idea how I let it happen. It all kinda got away from me, but…Geena had “taken advantage” of my discount…and then proceeded to take me down several pegs.

Like, SO many pegs. One after the other. Out and in, and vice versa. I still feel the sting of it going in the first time…and the weird, cold emptiness of her strap not being inside of me anymore.

All her friends passed me around after that.

Man, that day was like, one for the history books. Wendy muffled me but good, and I ended up passing her a freebie. Rachel forced a maid uniform-wearing benny to suck my soul out through my Johnson…and that was another one I was forced to give away because I’m such an honest businessman. Then Isabella tied me to freaking Oz, and then Rosie chained me down to the swing in her dungeon all night.

Both of those were freebies too, and I went home with no product and no money.

Though I didn’t dig it, my brothers were right to rag on me for it.

I thought it was a good-ass time, don’t get me wrong…but damn, that was a dumb move I had pulled. My brothers have been giving me shit since the day it happened. I’m pretty sure Geena and company may have let slip some of the things they did to me that day, too…I’ve been getting a lot of stares and giggles since then.

But it was all cool, because now it was May, and I was back to making nice, solid, money riding my bike all over the place, listening to Bob Marley’s Exodus on my Walkman…and smiling nervously every couple of minutes a girl from State would recognize me and wave. Or point and laugh. I got a lot of that too.

Kinda don’t like saying it…but it turned me on.

I made it to Wendy’s studio for a delivery. I was wondering glumly if she was going to try to score another freebie from me. I hadn’t seen her since 4/20, and I still had the taste of her perfect pussy on my tongue. No lie, I was jonesing for it pretty hard. If she were to shake me down on this fine, spring day…I would most likely fold.

Like a sheet, right between Wendy’s flawless calves and thighs.

My dick got a little hard as I locked up my bike, and then knocked on her door.

Wendy opened the door wearing a paint splattered pair of overalls. Her sexy feet were bare, and her toes were painted a cool, eye-catching, cobalt blue. Her long, brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, with a single, renegade lock coming down the side of her face. She looked exhausted…like she was at the end of her rope.

“Ugh, hey Harry.” She said, looking tired and sounding slightly annoyed. “You’re welcome to come in.”

This was that high stress campus environment I was talking about. Great for business, but man, Wendy was usually so upbeat. I felt a little bad.

“Hey, Wendy.” I replied brightly, coming inside and flipping my backpack around. “How are the creative juices flowing today?”

“Well, if you ask my Postmodernism professor, they aren’t. Says my work is ‘stilted’. Whatever, I hate postmodernism anyway. It’s all just hotel room corporate art anyway. That, or meaningless splatter.” She said leaning against the wall, looking at the various prints and paintings she had up in her work corner.

She looked at my backpack and gave me a flirty look. “You got me something nice today, right?”

“Ah, you bet Wendy!” I said digging through my bag, covered in patches of awesome bands. “See, I know how hard this time of year is, what with finals and all. So, I brought you something extra nice.”

“Thanks, you don’t know how much I needed this. Besides my art not going over, my girlfriend has been visiting her grandma in Florida for the past two weeks.” She said walking closer to me.

“I’m feeling real…pent up, you know? It sucks.” Her pretty voice lilted, like good music.

I was still digging around my bag, looking for that extra nice. I desperately needed to organize my shit better. I wasn’t looking at Wendy, but I could tell she was eyeballing me good. She was probably thinking about the cunnilingus from last time. I know I definitely was. I couldn’t hide my smile…among other things.

“Girlfriend, Wendy? I uh, didn’t know you were seeing anybody.” Damn, my bag was a mess.

“Yeah, she’s my sweet little sub. I’ve been missing her presence pretty bad. I’ve had nothing to destress on.” She looked away, trailing off, like she was thinking about something too deep for me.

When I looked back at her, the light had caught her in just the right way, and she looked immaculate. Absolutely beautiful, she had a face carved by the angels…not to mention a perky rack resting snuggly behind those overall straps. She resembled a lady in one of those wistful, lonely paintings by Edward Hopper. The ones who always look so alone, and too perfect to approach. I like art too.

I felt a pang of empathy for her. I knew exactly what that type of loneliness felt like…

I was missing Geena’s dildo pretty bad. My ass shuddered at the memory.

“Dude, are you gonna sell me that weed or not?!” Wendy turned around and exploded at me like firecracker.

“Right, right, I was just getting to that Wendy! My bad.” I said a bit taken aback by her outburst, clearing all the sexy thoughts from my brain. I finally scored the specific brick I was looking for.

“Yo, after this? That postmodern painting up there is gonna start moving, dude. Check it. This ain’t no normal weed.” I held up the brick for her to ogle at. She was eyeballing it like it was the holy grail, all shining, crystalline, and delightful.

“Ooh, look at those crystals… It’s pretty. And good thing too, because life’s been annoying the crap outta me lately. What’s it called?” Sue’s eyes shimmered.

I gave her a big smile. “It’s called ‘Pulp Fiction’. Go ahead, ask me why.”

“Why?” She asked with a smile. She was starting to have fun.

“Because it’s gonna last way more than three hours.”

We both laughed at that for a minute. I fucking love that movie, though.

“Let me get my usual quarter of that one, Tarantino.” She said, digging through her purse.

Awesome. Green for green, and one step closer to buying that hi-fi. And paying for the next round of classes, of course.

After making the transaction, I bid a quick farewell to Wendy, and started making towards the door.

I still had to deliver to Kyle over at Sue’s place. Kyle sounded sort of weird when he called me earlier, too. Like he was worried about something. He gave me super specific instructions that I hadn’t paid attention to. Whatever, I thought. I was good at playing things by ear. I also thought Kyle was just being a baby about something or other. Ever since he got with Sue, he was always super squirrely.

“Wait up, Harry! You’re not about to smoke and run today.” Wendy said to me as she put the bag in a nice wooden box she had made.

“I still got work to do, Wendy. I got to.” I picked up my backpack and grabbed the doorknob.

Wendy skooched in between the door and I. She looked at me with her deep, pretty hazel eyes.

“Hmm. No. Uh-uh, I don’t think so, mister.” She crossed her arms and gave me a faux, pouty look.

“Uh…but why?” I scratched my head.

She looked at me like I had just insulted her.

“What kind of business man are you? You’re really about to leave your favorite customer unsatisfied?”

“But Wendy…I don’t even know what you’re grabbin’ at, man…you gotta tell me.” I couldn’t look her in the eyes. I could smell her arousal now.

Out of nowhere, I felt a profound pain in my balls.

Wendy had grabbed them quickly, and was now squeezing me hard.

“Are you deaf? I said I miss my girlfriend.” She grabbed my chin with her other hand and inspected me, rotating my head around. I felt her eyes all over me.

“You’re pretty like a girl, Harry.” She said with a smile and a wink. “And I’m sure you remember the perfect 4/20 we shared.”

“How…could I forget, goddess? Ha, ha.” I say nervously, referring to her as what most boys on campus called their female superiors when things started looking dire. She was still holding my balls with her paint-stained hands, but she was no longer hurting me. She was stroking my shaft through my jeans. This, combined with the adrenaline in my blood was the ultimate high, no smoke needed. It felt good.

“Your lips felt nice on mine.” Wendy said with lust in her voice.

“Well…I liked tasting you, Wendy. My lips just…acted naturally.”

She pulled out a pipe full of freshly ground Pulp Fiction. When the hell did she pack this? While I was trying to get away, maybe? How was she this fast?

She took a long drag of the pipe. I saw the green burn and recede to red, and then to burnt black. She placed the pipe on an end table, pulled my balls toward her, and then my whole body followed suit. I put my hands up instinctively as if to protect myself, and I ended up in the pushup position, feeling on her lovely chest. I blushed hard. Our bodies were linked. She looked at me amorously, but also longingly. That pang of loneliness again. I knew that she was missing sitting on her girlfriend’s face.

She forced a kiss on me, and exhaled inside of me. I felt the warm smoke flow all throughout me like a tea kettle. Wendy was still holding onto my spout. I felt the temperature rise.

“Hey. You’re going to be my girlfriend while we smoke this bowl. Get on the ground.”

I was WAY past the point of playing hard to get. She was lonely, and I cared about her. In a move that was starting to remind me a lot of my crazy 4/20, I tossed a throw pillow to the floor, and laid down in the exact same spot she had smothered me last time. I moved my head to one side. I was already feeling super high. Out of my sight, Wendy had removed herself from her overalls, and I saw those perfect, cobalt toes walking over to me. I took off my hoodie and tossed it to the side. Both feet took their rightful place on my left and right sides. I looked up at glorious heaven. Wendy was cooly smoking the pipe, looking like an absolutely irresistible giantess towering far above me. All I wanted to do right now was spread the love, and cure her of her loneliness.

Like a total eclipse of the sun, everything went dark. I recognized the texture of labia softly forcing themselves on me. I welcomed her with an open heart, and kissed them gently, as if I were telling her that it was all going to be okay. I wanted her to feel the warmth, you know? I felt that if I gave her some tender cunny, her day would be made better, and I’d have a very satisfied customer on my hands.

But Wendy wasn’t on that emotional shit, at all. She sat on my face much harder, trying to coax my tongue out from between my lips. She raised and lowered herself on me three times in quick succession. She was spurring me on, demanding I go faster and harder. I was only too happy to oblige. I inserted my tongue into her pussy and began exploring. I had my technique down and everything. I tickled her marvelous clit with the tip of my nose and the end of my upper lip. I heard her lusty moans. My tongue pumped in and out of her, in and out, for what felt like a super long time.

I was still in the darkness, but I definitely felt her feet rubbing against my crotch. This, combined with the delicate tasting cream she was leaving on my tongue, almost made me blow it all over my jeans. Her flavor, plus the haze of the marijuana danced a tango on my brain. I heard all kinds of marvelous sounds: the ocean, the ringing of phones, Bob Marley songs, the rain on a cozy night, and Wendy’s cute little moans. Best buzz in the world.

As she busted all over my face, she screamed in ecstasy, and her toes dug into my balls.

It hurt, but I don’t think she did it on purpose. Her fluids turned me on, and my erection was a giant billboard stuffed inside my jeans. She sighed in pleasure, and slowly slinked onto the floor next to me. My face was soaked, and I couldn’t be happier. I laid there next to her, toasted on that Pulp Fiction, silly grin on my face. I had only inhaled a little bit of it, and I was already higher than I’d been in a long time.

“Wait…wait here, I’ll be right back. I need some water.” She slowly got up and went away.

I adjusted myself on the pillow and felt awesome. My dick was still as hard as Gibraltar. Without thinking, I picked up the pipe and the lighter, and took a good long drag. I felt my eyes go red instantly. My entire body was tingling.

Wendy had returned with a glass of water and told me to drink. She bent down to hit the pipe while it was still rolling. “You ready for round two?” She asked me.

“Uh, round two? But I still got… something to do. Something or other.” I was blanking out on my responsibilities, that herb was so good.

“Chill for a sec, Harry. There’s something else I need help with.” I saw her pull something out from behind her. I couldn’t see it, as she was standing, and I was still on the ground.

“Not that I don’t love being your temporary girlfriend, Wendy…But I gotta…umm…what did I have to fuckin’ do again?” Pulp Fiction was indeed a long experience. My head was swimming.

“You have to help me with an art piece, is what you have to fuckin’ do.” She said without looking at me, still messing with the object she had taken out.

“Is that what I had to do? I thought it was something like that.” My buzz was so strong, it really did look like the paintings were moving. It was rad! I was loving this strain. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Shut up and give me oral pleasure, Butch.” She said, near quoting the movie this herb took its name from. She stood above me, and the sky went black again. “And try to stay still.”

What the hell is this art project, I thought as my tongue went back inside that heavenly place.

I gave Wendy the best cunnilingus I could muster for like twenty minutes before I felt her searching hand on my crotch. She undid my button, and my cock busted out of my jeans like Rick James. It felt good to be free of those confines. My shaft shuddered hard when I felt her toes grip my cock. Her soles flattened my dick in the silkiest, sexiest way imaginable. Her toes teased the head like she was playing with something insignificant. Combine that with her taste all up in my mouth, and you can see why I didn’t regret hanging with her. My weed-addled brain only allowed me to respond in weak little mewls, like a newborn kitten. God, it was rad!

All of a sudden, I felt something cold down there. Like, freezing cold. I didn’t like it.

My head jerked all around, but her dominant ass kept me snuggly in place, and her labia locked down on my tongue. I was going nowhere.

“You can come, but if you mess up my mold, I’m gonna be pissed. Stay still, damn it! Quit moving.” She kicked my ribcage lightly with the heel of her foot.

And that was it. The feeling of that silky, queenly foot brushing against my side made me erupt like Old Faithful; cold, wet cock be damned. She held whatever the fuck she had on my dick down, and all my movement and jerks were nullified by her ass, pussy, and feet. It was like I was being roped up by Isabella again. I was almost completely immobilized and in the dark. Every pump milked more and more out of me…and I had a lot in there.

My brain flashed back to when Geena had me at the business end of her strap, and I gasped out the last bit I had in me. When everything was said and done, my now soft cock flopped out and laid down exhausted on my stomach, still covered in hot, sticky cum.

Seeing me all spent and gasping for air must have made Wendy come too, and her lovely pussy drenched me with another several cascades of goddess nectar. She slinked back this time, her ass falling to the ground just behind me, her legs still on each side of me. She was breathing pretty hard, like she had just run a marathon.

“Oh my god, I needed that so fucking much.” She exhaled another cloud of Pulp Fiction as she placed what looked like a big hunk of wet clay to the side.

What the hell did she just do to my dick? I was starting to feel a tiny bit of anxiety in my deep, blurry, marijuana haze.

“Thanks for that, good buddy. You make an excellent, submissive little girl!” She rubbed her lovely soles against my chest affectionately. My wet cock sprang back up a bit. Man, Wendy was probably my favorite customer!

“I guess I’m just serious about the biz, Wendy. Like to leave my customers happy, you know?”

“You’re not gonna leave just yet, Harry. I told you we were going to finish this bowl.” She lit it back up, took a drag, then passed it to me.

I asked no questions, and happily inhaled as deep as I could. My body went tingly again, and I fell back on the pillow, riding the wave of the buzz all through my fingertips and toes. I coughed and hacked like a champion smoker. Wendy took the last big hit, and her eyes went red. I bet mine were redder than hers. I felt the tears rolling down mine. She didn’t cough at all.

“Now then, my little Harry…my tasty little Harry-bo…” She said smiling, writing invisible words into my chest with her big toe. “I gotta finish up this art piece here.” She pointed at the big lump of clay.

“You’re welcome to stay and hang, but I’m gonna be up and at it. You’re okay with me neglecting you for a bit, right?”

“Neglect? Wendy, you’ve been a total goddess to me. I had a high old time, man! And you taste sweeter than Reese’s cups, no lie!” I sat up against the bottom of her sofa, and put my arms behind my head. I smiled.

“I’m more than cool to just be puffin’ like a villain while you, you know, tackle the whole artist thing. I like spending time with you.”

“Good, because I like spending time with you too.” She said as she grabbed my face affectionately with her hand. Her fingers smelled of clay.

“Put something on TV, and I’ll pack another bowl.” She got up and walked away.

I started flipping through channels, absentminded, incredibly stoned, and happy. My business transaction had left me satisfied and lazy, and damn near ready for a nap. Today had been a good afternoon. I giggled when I saw that the Simpsons were on.

But it was strange…I also felt like I was forgetting something. Something important.

“Yo, Wendy!” I called out.

“Yes?” She asked out of my line of sight.

“Wasn’t I supposed to do, like…something?”

“Help me with the art project?”

“That is what I was supposed to do, right?”

“Of course you were. I intend on getting a perfect critique on this one.”

“Yeah, that sounds…right. Okay.” That put me at ease. I was able to chill after that.

She walked back holding the pipe. She inhaled, kissed me deeply, and fed me all of her secondhand smoke. My brain shot for the stars again. She took another hit, and passed me the bowl. I inhaled, and now I was the highest I had ever been in years. This episode of America’s #1 Family was going to be hilarious.

“Now pipe down, Harry. Let me work.” She walked back to her artistic endeavors.

I sat there on the ground for the majority of the episode’s length, red eyed and giggly, watching the funny yellow-colored toons prance and gambol about, saying funny things and hurting themselves in fun, slapstick gags. I was having the time of my life! I kept thinking that this was probably how babies felt staring at the dumb, little mobiles in their cribs, and it made me laugh out loud. I was so high that the episode felt like an eternity. Time was all nonsense now.

When Homer said something particularly funny to Marge, I damn near pissed myself. I was laughing so hard that I thought I was going to asphyxiate. It reminded me one to one of something hilarious that Sue had said to Kyle the other day.

Wait a minute, hang on…Nah man, there was definitely something else that I was supposed to do today.

My mostly naked body jolted up vertically in half a second, and I robotically started looking for my clothes. I fucked up a few times, putting shoes on the wrong feet, hoodie inside out, but I manage to dress myself before the end credits started.

Wendy looked over at me from her work and cocked an eyebrow at me.

“Everything okay?”

“Wendy…I was supposed to do something today…and it wasn’t to be your art assistant…but I cannot remember for the life of me what it is. It’s bugging me out, man.”

Wendy pouted. She looked at her clay mold, then looked at me. “You had to make a delivery for Kyle, over at Sue’s place.”

“Oh my god, that’s what it was!” My blood ran cold. If the freaking Simspons were on, it was way past five pm. I was late.

“Wendy, how long was I under you? How long have I been here?” My stoned brain was racking itself, doing equations and shit.

“It’s been nearly four hours, Harry. Calm down.”

Fuckin’ Pulp Fiction, I thought angrily. Such a long-ass movie!

“Oh shit. I gotta run.” I picked up my backpack and got my Walkman ready.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry Harry. While you were under me, Kyle called here like six times.” Wendy didn’t look up from her clay.

“What the fu-Six times?? How in the hell didn’t I hear the phone ring?”

“You were under me, slowpoke. Duh. You wouldn’t have heard a bomb go off.”

“Ah man. I had to go hours ago, Wendy. I’ll see you when the bag runs out, kay?” I said, walking towards the blurry, ever-shifting door. I was still super under the effects of the potent reefer.

“Be safe Harry. Also, be careful with Kyle. He sounded…hmm…increasingly agitated? After each call.” Wendy was still completely absorbed in the clay. She hadn’t met my gaze.

“Wait, you talked to him?” I said frozen, holding the doorknob in my hand. “When did you do that? What did he say?”

“WHILE, YOU, WERE, UNDER, ME, HARRY. I’m not speaking French, am I?”

She had a whole phone conversation while I was servicing her, and I was none the wiser? Dude, what is this weed made out of? I was looking at the floor, deeply lost in thought.

I came to when Wendy snapped her slender, clay-covered fingers in my face.

“Hey, come back down to Earth. He told me to tell you to deliver the weed in some…in some…huh, I don’t remember. He gave really specific, really stupid instructions. I don’t know.”

“Don’t worry about it, Wendy. We’re all friends here, and you know Kyle. Probably just making a mountain out of a mole hill.” I made sure I had everything I came with, put my headphones on, and I was out the door, making my way to my bike. “I’ll see you, Wendy!”

I don’t know if it was the weed haze, the adrenaline pumping through my blood, or my own imagination…but it sounded like Wendy came out to yell something at me. Maybe something important. I liked her voice. There was no doubt she called out to me.

Believe me when I tell you, I was STONED. I wasn’t about to go chasing phantom Wendy’s in the increasingly dark blue light of the evening. I had to deliver to Kyle right now before he had a cow, and that’s where my mind was at. I told him I would, and I was going to. I wanted to show my brothers up, and smile at them when they looked at my roll of greenbacks with their own green envy. Everything else could wait.

I pedaled as fast as my buzzed and tingly legs could take me, Bob Marley blasting through my Walkman, cutting across roads and streets that looked a bit precarious this time of night. Sue’s place was only about a ten-minute pedal away from Wendy’s studio. I would enjoy this buzz while I rode, finish up my cassette, and diffuse the situation with Kyle, easy-peasy.

The only thing that sort of gave me pause was Sue. We were friends, but I knew that she could be pretty strict. Especially when things weren’t exactly how she wanted them. I had a feeling that she was the reason for Kyle’s weird instructions for delivery.

Sue has a slave contract on Kyle…a no-limits one. Absolutely everything that Kyle did, or didn’t do, had to fly with Sue in mind, man. Not that he didn’t dig it, of course. Kyle was super vocal about how he dug being her love-toy. I had heard her punishments were super harsh, though. They were even at the point in their relationship where Sue regularly dog-collared him, and would walk him around the campus sometimes, showing off his red, freshly-paddled ass. It tripped me out to think of all the things she’d do to him if he disobeyed her in any way…

That being said, this was a common enough sight here at State, though. It was just how things were around here, all matriarchal and free spirited. I’m sure if the administration saw Sue and her new dog, they would just smile at them and say that they were showing proper school spirit. The whole university was probably all aware of Kyle’s submission now.

I was okay with all of that, though. Besides it being pretty hot, I just wanted to make this drop off and get paid. My reputation as a businessman was on the line! I just don’t have it in me to let down a customer and friend.

Plus, I was still hellbent on rubbing all my fresh success squarely upon the face of my brothers!