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“Get the big boner ready because I’ve got a shit-load of water and some bull-rider,” Christine said into her cell phone, explaining to Maria that she wished for her to clean their large bong because she possesses really good marijuana and a lot of time to kill. Maria looked up from her text book and asked, “You coming by now? Like, right-now-right-now?” “Yeah.” “But, I’m studying.” “Oh my God… What? You gonna be a scientist or some shit now Maria? Why don’t you just get real already?” Maria rolled her eyes to the top of her head and said, “Why don’t you just go suck a dick already? God…” “Pull yours out when I get there and I will. Gaaaawd…,” Christine mocked Maria’s annoying habit of adding God to the end of her sentences when flustered. “Don’t copy my words like that bitch…,” Maria warned. “Sorry, whatever. I’ll be quiet, I promise. I’ll even hold flash cards up for you ‘n’ shit.” Maria remained silent. “Please? I’ll swallow,” Christine added. Maria held in her laughter. “Fine… Just chill for a bit while I finish my homework, alright?” “I will! I’m already here anyway, grab the boner.” Maria put her phone down and heard her blonde eighteen year old friend come crashing in through the front door of her apartment. She sighed, reached for a scrap of paper to mark her spot and closed her text book. She could hear Christine loudly emptying her purse on her coffee table as she grabbed the big glass bong they referred to as “the boner,” on account that people look like they are going down on an erection when smoking out of it. “What’s the matter?” Maria said, placing the boner on the table and sitting Indian style on the ground, opposite her fiend. Christine was closely inspecting the nuggets of dark green weed the same way a jeweler would examine a diamond before she turned to Maria and said, “Does this nug look right to you? It looks shitty doesn’t it? It’s etlik escort so dark and like, all blown out or some fuck.” Maria gave the nugget a sniff and said, “It smells alright, but kinda off, I guess… Didn’t you look at it before you bought it?” “I did, I mean I smoked some there. Not out of this bag though…” Christine broke the nugget apart causing some seeds to come loose and bounce on the table. “That fucking fuck! He hustled me! I should have opened up the baggie and looked good before I left… Fucking freakin’ fiddlesticks Maria!” “Are you going back? Please be careful Christi–” “This evil will not stand this way long! I won’t let it stand this way long,” Christine cut her best friend off, hastily gathered her things back into her purse and got up. She paused at the door, turned dramatically toward Maria and repeated once more. “This evil will not stand this way long Maria,” and made her exit. “Bye?” Maria said to her empty doorway, slowly got up and walked over to her desk to keep studying. **** Christine saw several bikers (the outlaw kind) standing in a garage around a motorcycle as she drove up to the dealer’s house. She parked her Civic, walked up the driveway and approached the group. They all stopped their conversations and turned to stare at the young girl wearing a bikini top, jean shorts, flip flops and a ponytail. “Where’s Ducky at?” Christine broke the uncomfortable silence. “He’s gone. Went out for the night, babe,” a dark-haired bearded man with a deep voice answered. “I need to talk with his ass. He sold me some bunk shit.” “Is that so? Ducky did? Ain’t that something… I don’t really know about any of that but we got some shit. Real good shit,” the bearded man said, licking his lips. “I don’t have any money. I spent it all on Ducky’s dirt weed. No wonder he called it bull-rider… It’s fuckin’ bull-shit.” The keçiören escort man laughed. “You’re a funny one. But that’s alright girly, we ain’t sellin’ it anyhow.” “What do you mean, ‘you ain’t sellin’ it’?” “He means that no amount of money can make us part with this shit. It’s that good,” another man, with a shaved head, chimed in. “See that bike right there little lady?” The bearded man asked. “Yeah, nice chopper,” Christine said, admiring the bike. The Bearded man walked right up to Christine and said, “Actually, that’s a bobber.” He lifted his hand up to Christine’s face, caressed her cheek, placed his thumb gently on her bottom lip and slightly pulled down on it. “You do know what a bobber is right? you pretty little thing.” Christine swatted the man’s hand away. “I’m not sucking your dick.” The man chuckled and put his hands in the air. “Whoa, easy there little filly! A bobber is just a type of bike. This here is my new bobber.” The man patted the seat of his new ride. Christine glanced at the bike. “Oh okay, cool. So about this weed…” “Well, you see… We need to christen this bike. You help us christen this bike and we’ll let you walk away with an ‘O’ of this stuff right here.” The bearded man motioned to the other men to close the garage door and toss Christine an ounce of some of California’s finest chronic. Christine unzipped the baggie, smelled the herb and asked, “What do I have to do? Like, for this christening.” “Nothing much… You just wiggle out of those little shorts and hop on the back of my new ride while I turn it on for a while. Then you rub that hot young snatch right into the seat until you soak through your panties,” the bearded man said as he looked her over. You’ve done more for less… This bike is pretty cool actually… Fuck, I’m wearing a g-string, my whole ass is gonna be all out in front of all these kızılay escort guys… Cumming on this guy’s bike isn’t all that whorish, I guess… Fuck, I’m already wet just thinking about it… Christine thought as she looked up at all the men in the garage, she counted seven. Most of them looked to be in their late twenties. Except the bearded man, he looked older than the rest. “Come on, take them shorts off girl!” An anonymous voice blurted out to the delight of the rest of the men. “Take it off! Let’s see that sexy little ass!” another man pressured and handed Christine a half empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s. The bearded man mounted the bike and fired it up. The roar of the engine filling the room, almost drowning out the men’s chants for Christine to remove her bottoms. Once the bike was purring he stood up and walked behind the young slim girl. He reached around her and slipped his hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy over her shorts and said. “Take a drink of that whisky and loosen up sweetheart, you know you want to.” Christine lifted the bottle up to her lips and took a long swig. She began to cough when she felt the sting of the whisky on her throat, causing some of it to dribble out of her lips and illicit laughter from the men. “Hell yeah girl!” “Woooo! That’s the spirit, suck on that bottle!” “Easy now, it’s not cock!” The bearded man removed his hand from her crotch, slowly unbuttoned her shorts and zipped them down as Christine touched the bottle to her lips and took another long swig of the whisky. He placed his hand inside of her shorts and harshly rubbed her pussy over her panties. A smile creeped onto his face when Christine leaned back into him as her wetness moistened his fingers through the thin fabric barrier separating them from her love slit. “Looks like you’re good and ready for this babe. What’s it gonna be?” Fuck it… Hop on the bike, get your weed and dip out. What’s the big deal really… You’re never gonna see any of them again… Why am I so fucking wet right now, what’s wrong with me… Fuck it, it’ll be fun… She thought then said. “Alright…” “What was that girl?” The bearded man asked while rubbing her mound.
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