Oh my god," Luke gasped as the door opened and my boyfriend stood in the door way with a huge smile on his face.
A small laugh leaves his mouth as I roll my eyes and push past him and slipped my shoes off.
"Can I borrow one of your shirts while mine are being washed?"
He nods and disappears into his room. I start to unbutton my pants and he comes back with a plain black shirt. "Just put your clothes in the washer when you're done."
"Ok." I shut the bathroom door and lock it.
I peel my shirt off my body and unclip my bra. My hand grazes some water under my boob so I look for a towel. I forgot Luke keeps his towels in the hallway. My eyes land on the toilet paper roll and I grab a few squares and wipe under my titties.
I throw the wet ball of toilet paper into the trash and pull Luke's shirt onto my body.
Before I take my pants off I take the bag of weed out of my pocket and set it on the sink and slide my underwear down my legs and gather all of my clothes and the sack.
I unlock the door and open it and walk to the laundry room, passing Luke on the way and see him looking through movies on Netflix in his room.
After I put the clothes in the washer I walk back to Luke's room and sit next to him.
"What do you feel like watching?"
He looks over at me and I smile as our eyes meet. "What?"
"Let's just watch friends." I turn my attention back to Luke's flatscreen and he clicks on it and sets the controller down on his bedside table.
I watch him get comfortable until he looks up at me. "Baby can you turn the light off?"
I smile at him to let him know I heard him and get up carefully so I don't flash Luke.
After I turn Luke's light off I hurry back to his bed and get his papers and very carefully get under his comforter and my legs slide past his bare ones and I notice that he doesn't have any pants on.
"Do you have anything solid? You know, like, flat? Like a book or something."
He sits up and the covers fall down his bare chest and a breath leaves my lips.
My eyes trail back up to the way the light from the tv was illuminating his face. I press my thighs together when he stands up and I bite my lip as his back muscles flex. He picks something up and turns around to face me. My eyes land on the bulge in his boxers and my eyes slowly trail back up his torso and to his face.
I take the tray from him and he sits back down on the bed next to me. I start to break up weed and he plays the show.
"I don't wanna watch this anymore."
Luke laughs. "Yeah, same."
He turns the tv off and pulls out his phone.
He scrolls for a second and then music starts to play.
"I love this song," I say and lick the paper.
He doesn't say anything as I finish the joint. "Do you have a lighter?"
"Bedside table."
I open the drawer and spot a blue one and pick it up. I lay back down next to Luke and he turns to face me. "Light that shit," he says and I laugh before I put it in my mouth and light it.
I breathed in the smoke and handed it to Luke. I closed my eyes and coughed and Luke laughed at me. "You always laugh at me," I say after I'm done choking.
He passes it back to me and he smile a little. "Your face is funny."
"Thanks." I put the joint to my mouth and an idea pops into my head.
