Chapter 1

Conner Jones’s, age 17, story begins in Mayfield Kentucky. He was an average size guy, about 5’ 10” -5’ 11”. He had short wavy hair that was styled to fall into his eyes so he could look cool and sway it out of his face when chicks were around. He was a little white boy too. He was pretty skinny but not showing his spine with a few lumps on his arms but lacking of definition everywhere else.

It was a warm summer day in June. The window was open letting some air in on Conner and his friend/dealer Steph. Ya, you’d think it was awkward that a dealer and a buyer could be friends but it was a pretty regular thing for them. She’s a cute little girl about 5” 3’. She had straight brown hair that shined with a hint of red in the sun. She had these nice little tits too. They were perky on their own so they would bounce even when she was just walking, which was one of the favorite reasons for Conner to hang out with her (other than all the weed she smoked with him). She had deep green eyes with a black ring around the green as if you were looking deep down into her mind and you could see her thoughts without asking. She came from some dinky wannabe gangster city in Pennsylvania, but she had been in Kentucky for a while so she talked with a city accent with a hint of south which in the end turned out to be pretty cute.

She had all the contraband laying freely on the table as if she weren’t worried about anyone walking in on them but in a place like Mayfield people were quiet and didn’t really wander into each others personal business unless it in someway involved them. Conner sat on a raggy red sofa that was salvaged from an old van backseat. He held a decently rolled joint that was smoking perfectly without relighting. Of course it was rolled by Steph due to the fact that a southern hick would have no clue how to role like they do in the city, just one more benefit that hanging out with Steph brought to the table.

Steph sat seductively in an old pink beat down bean bag chair that should have been tossed before either of the two were conceived. She was wearing a pink and white striped tank top and a pair of cut off jean shorts also smoking a “J”. Conner and Steph had lived together (just friends) now for about 3 and a half years and were fairly comfortable around each other. Sure Conner thought she was pretty sexy but she had made it apparent with her cliché city attitude that if he wanted to look it was fine but touching was by far out of the question.

Steph had just picked up some supply so she was bagging it up. It was almost time for school to let out for the summer and she had to be prepared for the seniors that were head out for their senior week. That week was always busy. Seniors always have the feeling that since they are finished high school that they have just become invincible so Steph was the one that helped them to live their illusion with weed, uppers, downers, “E”, and when in season some very magical multicolored mushrooms. Then they can hit the real world and do whatever they want.

Conner had off that day so he didn’t mind the chance to sit back and chill with one of the only people he felt was worth talking to. She did her own thing. Not in a stupid rebellious fad was but in the way that if she wanted to do something that looked interesting to her she wouldn’t hold back to wonder what the neighbors would think. She had a few tattoos and more piercings than you can count on both hands. Nothing over the top, only the things she felt comfortable with. She had the kind of personality that made any of her friends feel at ease around her. Conner always felt at ease around anybody mostly because she had the best herb around and when you live in Kentucky any it’s not too easy to get a hold of good stuff.

Today was a big deal for Conner. He had a date with this really hot chick Ale”XXX”a. She was really a bitch at heart and everyone knew it but she had a body to kill for. The only problem with her was that when she was younger she got into a really bad car accident and she had this nasty deforming scar on her face. She wasn’t exactly a butterface (everythings nice but her face), and she was still by far very tappable. Conner figured show her some sweet romantic night and then show her his bed. Steph and Alexa didn’t get along all that well so she was trying to convince Conner to hide a camera in the room so she could put it on the internet and ruin her night. Steph wasn’t so much of a bitch as bitter. She was cool to anyone but when you pissed her off you better be ready for what she’s gonna throw at you.

One time back in high school Steph’s ex-boyfriend decided to be an asshole, and he broke up with her for some slut right before Valentines Day. She’s been broken up with before, it happens to everyone, but she wasn’t about to be dumped for a blonde, so she took a few actions. She put a little hot sauce in her hand and walked up to him while he was standing next to the slut. She did it in a seductive way that made him not suspicious or wierded out. She stuck her hand down his pants and grabbed his dick saying, “I’m gonna miss the hot sex we used to have.”, and walked away without looking back. Let’s just say that that night towards the end of his date with miss blonde, she ended up with a burning sensation. Sure, maybe she is just a bitter bitch, but she makes things happen her way.

Back to Conner’s date with Alexa now… He tried to be as smooth as he could whenever he went out on a date so he sprayed some of his expensive cologne on, changed his underwear, threw on the white sneakers, and we can’t forget the shades. The shades make the man. To everyone that knows Conner, this was his Sunday best. Now all he needed was to pregame so he got back to his raggy old couch and started to work the bong.

The bubbles were flowing now. The flame went out and the smoke began to rise. Pulling hard to make sure the cherry didn’t go out, you could tell he was putting in the extra effort needed to take a monster hit. He slipped to slider out and the smoke instantly removed from the tube through his throat into his ever so experienced lungs. He was alone so it wouldn’t have been so embarrassing if he coughed but he was about to get some pussy tonight so he needed everything to be perfect including his hefty bong hit.

Sucking it down with tears running from his eyes he ghosted the hit exhaling nothing but a sweet odor. He continued his smoking session and with every hit became even more confident for the night that was about to proceed him.