⚠︎︎DANGER⚠︎︎ SLIM SHADY IS HORNY

The Third Visit

•Marshall

>> Ay baby, come over, I got this new kush from Dre lol, come try it.

•Me

>> Oh boy, ok sure, hold on

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"Yo come in, I swear to god, this shit is the best I've ever fucking smoked... damn" he giggles, letting me in past him, his posture lazy, reflecting his influenced state.

"You're hilarious... oh, hey can I have an Advil? My head kinda hurts..." I ask softly, following after him.
He nods and leads me into his kitchen. Going into his cabinet, he pulls out a bottle, empties one pill out, and hands it to me casually.
It's not what Advil usually looks like, but to be fair they're making new iterations every two fucking seconds.

"Hold up, lemme get you a drink" he suggests, filling up a glass of ice water for me. He hands it to me, and I take it, sipping it and sliding the pill into my mouth.
How sweet of him to get me a drink, hah.
I'm having way too much fun with this...

I swallow and laugh, "I've never seen Advil in that form before, new type?" Honestly, these drug companies come up with fifty different types of uses all with the same ingredient somehow. Extra strength, allergy, cold and sinus, all that shit.

He scratches his head, looking aloof and off in his own world, replying, "it's extra strength specifically for headaches"

I nod, "so when do I get to smoke a blunt?" Making a joke, he chuckles in a light and ditzy manner, leading me up to his room.

We got on his bed where his rolling tray and little baggy are. The lights are dim and the smell is already very prevalent in the air.
I've gotten used to occasionally smoking pot... I enjoy it as a treat I guess...

He finishes rolling me one and passes it and the lighter to me. "You're so hot" he randomly points out, voice heightened and full of laughter.
Next he's flopping down on the bed, spreading his arms out carelessly.

"You the same" I giggle back, taking a long drag from the blunt. The feeling of the smoke entering my lungs, making my whole body ignite in some type of pleasure, making me feel intoxicating.

"Eheheheeee, Valarie, when do I get to see you naked?" He drags, laughing himself to death.
Yeah right, mister.

"Not anytime soon I hope" I joke, taking another drag. I watch as the smoke swirls around itself, rising in front of me as a product of my exhales.

"Come up here plllleeeeease... I wanna cuddle ya, eheheheee" Though I find the baby talk funny and quite childish, I shimmy up near him, my head resting on the pillow next to his.

He instantly latches his hands around my waist. "Mhmm... Valerie..." he mumbles, taking me out of my high. I feel better than I usually do on weed. The high is ecstatic, nothing like before.

"This is the best weed I've ever smoked" I mention, turning to see his high expression. His eyes are very red and his eyebags seem darker than usual.

His expression is relaxed as he turns to me and opens his mouth, "Do you feel better?"
At least through the drugs and the ridiculous giddy mood he's in, he's still checking up on me.
How cute.

"Yeah, better than I was expecting" my head is flushing with urges to kiss him, run my hands all over his body, and feel him in me. Something is definitely different. This is weed, it shouldn't make me this horny...

I grab the collar of his ginormous t-shirt and push my lips onto his. He lets out a shocked moan, bringing his hand to my hair like last time. I rub my hands all over his chest, getting on top of him while still continuing the kiss. Marshall puts his other hand on my right breast, squeezing it softly, causing me to moan out. I shimmy down till I'm over his crotch, I push down, rubbing him through his sweats. "God, fuck, stop teasing me" he mumbles, me starting to feel him harden, I can already tell now that he's huge.