He Shared His Joint

This past summer, I was puttering around the house, cleaning up a bit when I got a familiar smell through one of my bedroom windows. I had smelled it before, and knew there was someone in the area smoking weed. It had happened a couple of times, throughout the last month or so but I was never able to figure out where it was coming from. I walked into my bedroom and looked out the windows to see if I could spot anyone and that's when I noticed that the bedroom window from the house across from us was open and that's where the smell was coming from. Our neighbor's son was home and it was him that was smoking the weed. I was a bit surprised that he would be smoking in the house like that, but knowing his parents, they probably didn't care. They were pretty easy-going people, who loved to barbecue and drink on the weekends, and we had spent many weekends hanging out with all of them, so their college aged son smoking some weed probably didn't bother them. I didn't mind either as I had smoked in the past, but it has been quite a while since I had been able to do so. They guy who used to hook me up with my joints, had moved and I didn't have anyone else to give me some. As I sat and stared out the window, across the driveway, I thought to myself that maybe, I could ask him for some, since he smoked.

Of course, I wasn't paying attention as I was daydreaming about smoking the weed, and never noticed him looking out the window, right back at me. When I finally snapped out of my daze, I smiled and waved at him, as he did the same. He then yelled across from his window, asking me if the smell was bothering me and I told him that I didn't mind. We chatted back and forth a bit from window to window, and I mentioned that I had actually smoked in the past so it wasn't a big deal. As we chatted, he held up the joint and asked me if I wanted some. I thought, what the heck, it wouldn't hurt and he told me to meet him in the yard. I nodded and quickly made my way out the side door, into the yard where Nick met me with the joint he was smoking. We looked around to make sure no other neighbors were out in their yards and then proceeded to take hits back and forth, until we finished the joint. Once we were done, I thanked him and headed back to my house to finish cleaning up and prepare dinner. I felt pretty good smoking the weed and hoped we would be able to do it again.

Sure enough, over the next couple of weeks, whenever Nick was smoking in his room, I would look out the window, towards his and we would end up meeting in the yard to enjoy the joints. I was happy because smoking put me in a good place, and also helped with some of my knee pain. During that time, I noticed Nick getting very friendly with me, often complimenting and even playfully flirting with me. I figured it was because we were getting high and didn't really think much of it. That took place for the better part of several weeks as the summer went by. I didn't mind the attention, because I was feeling good from smoking, and the complements were very nice as well. After having my kid, and becoming so busy between work and home life, I didn't get many compliments from the hubby so it was nice to hear them.

About a month after we started hanging out, I looked out the window because I smelled the smoke and went to see if he was ready for some company. Unfortunately, it was a hot and rainy day so I didn't think we would be able to stand out in the yard smoking. I looked over and he was in the window with the joint in his mouth, and he quickly smiled and asked if I wanted to come over since it was raining. He told me that no one was home so we could hang out and smoke for as long as we wanted. I had time to kill since it was early and my hubby and son wouldn't be home till later in the evening. I told him I would be right over and walked into the kitchen, to grab a couple of beers, to take with me since he had been sharing his weed with me. Once I had the beers, I took a quick glance in the mirror to see how I looked. Since it was so hot out, I had been wearing a pair of my black yoga shorts, along with a matching tank top and decided to just stick with it because it was pretty warm. After grabbing the beer and giving myself a once over, I headed out my side door and over to his. I let myself in, and found my way to his room. I laughed when I got in there because he had a typical college students room. There were posters all over the walls of rap stars and of course the traditional marijuana leaf poster. I really didn't care, as I just wanted to have a couple beers, and smoke the joints because the rainy weather was making my knee very stiff.

As I got comfortable, I noticed he had rolled several joints and it looked like he was ready to host a party. We lit one up and passed it back and forth while cracking the beers open. As we did, he turned on the TV and we sat back and watched. We did this for the next hour or so and all the while, he flirted and complimented me. As the beer and the weed started to take effect, the flirting got a little bolder. Like I said, I didn't mind and was actually really enjoying and even flirted back a bit.

We ended up spending a couple of hours smoking, chatting and enjoying the beer and after I smoked my third joint, I was feeling pretty good. Nick noticed and it wasn't long before he became bold, and began to put the moves on me. Without warning, he leaned over to where I was sitting on the bed, and planted his lips on mine. He began kissing me, and surprisingly, I didn't pull away. Any other day of the week, I would have pushed him away, since I was married, but for some reason, I let him do what he was doing. As he kissed me, I noticed how good of a kisser he was and enjoyed it. He continued kissing me, and since I wasn't offering any resistance, he began to roam his hands around my body, paying special attention to all my curves. He squeezed my ass, and rubbed my tits through my tank top and I could tell that he was enjoying it. At the same time, I felt this feeling of excitement rushing through my body that I hadn't felt in over 20 years.

We kissed a while longer and it wasn't long, before he began to pull on my clothing. Again, much to my surprise, I didn't bother stopping him. Instead, I let him strip all my clothing off, which was a big deal, because I was a bit insecure with my body, so letting someone besides my husband see me naked, was a big thing for me. After having removed my clothing, he quickly sat up and pulled all of his off, revealing a rather impressive size cock. It had to easily be 6 or 7 inches long and fairly thick. Not bad for college guy, I thought.

After getting both of us naked, he didn't waste any time with foreplay or anything like that. Instead, he laid me on my back and began to rub my pussy with the tip of his hard cock. I guess he wanted to get it inside of me before I changed my mind. He rubbed it for a few seconds, before pushing forward and penetrating me. He easily buried himself inside of me, as I was very wet and eager. Once inside of me, he began to thrust, in and out as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. His cock felt amazing, and definitely was bigger than my husbands. He took his time at first, but eventually picked up the pace and began to fuck me harder and harder as I moaned louder and louder. Within a few seconds, I felt an orgasm building and it wasn't long before jolts of electricity ran through my body. I came as hard as I ever had, and my entire body shuddered as I did. That's when he fucked me the hardest that he could, before letting out an extremely loud moan and exploding deep inside of me. He continued to thrust, as he flooded my pussy with wave after wave of his hot seed, until he had shot off all that he had.

He then pulled out of me and collapsed onto the bed by my side and I could feel his cum seeping out of me. We laid there, trying to catch our breaths as I replayed everything that had just occurred. I couldn't believe that I let my college neighbor fuck me. I don't know what had gotten into me but I loved it. Before I could really think any further, he reached over and lit another joint. He took a hit and passed it to me, and I did the same. We smoked the joint and once we were done, he was ready for round two.

He got up and quickly flipped me over so that I was on all fours. That was actually my most favorite way of fucking, and he just added to my excitement. He quickly grabbed me by the hips, before ramming his cock into my pussy and fucking me again. He held me tight and this time fucked me long and hard, while slapping each of my big ass cheeks. I loved it, as he was fucking me like the whore that I was being and I didn't care. It was exciting and erotic, and it was the best that I had felt in a very long time. Being a college guy, he was able to last quite a while and fucked my pussy for several minutes, before filling me with yet another load of his hot seed. It felt amazing and I was very happy and excited with what we had done. Unfortunately, I had to clean up and get back next-door, so I could play happy housewife, but I told Nick not to worry, because we would be smoking many more joints in the near future...