Curry Munching with the French Boy

8

AN: THIS SONG IS FOR A SPECIAL SOMEONE.

Soon Avril disappeared and her small dainty body was replaced by a much larger and muscly one. I turned my head to see who it was and was met by the handsome face of my boyfriend. His eyes looked a bit redder than before and his movements seemed sluggish as he gripped tightly onto my waist. He literally rubbed his hard dick onto my ass as we danced and it was honestly getting kind of uncomfortable. After almost 2 hours of uninterrupted dancing, I began to tire. Ryder noticed and dragged me back into the kitchen.

He downed a cup of whatever random drink was lying unfinished on the counter and handed me another bottle of beer.

“Thanks.” I muttered, taking a swig.

“Remember what I said before?” He slurred. I looked at him confusedly, but when he held a joint in his hand it all clicked in my head. “Let’s go upstairs.” He said grabbing onto my wrist. He pulled me through the sea of people up 2 flights of stairs before we stopped outside a door. The air smelt funny up here and there were hardly any people dancing around.

“Jesus, I swear you could get baked just from sitting in here.” Ryder remarked when we stepped into the foggy room. There were about 7 people, 3 sitting on a couch, 2 making out and the other 2 just talking to each other. From here the party music was unable to be heard and a quiet song played in the background. There were dim lights, and the vibe seemed way more chilled than downstairs. I recognised the song as Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, by the Beatles and instantaneously felt better. Now there was some real music.

One of the girls sitting on the couch gave me a dazed smile and waved us over. Ryder held me by the wrist and walked over to the girl.

“Hey Kylie.” Ryder said.

“Hey Ry, who’s the sheila?” She replied in an Australian accent.

“My girlfriend, Maliha. This is Kylie; she’s one of my mates.”

“Haha, yea ‘mate’.” She chuckled holding out a hand for me to shake. I reached my hand out when I noticed the joint she was handing me. I slowly took it and looked up at Ryder.

“Just put that end in your mouth.” He said taking it from me and putting it between my lips. “Light!” He called out to the rest of the room. Almost immediately all 7 people pulled out a lighter. He took the one from Kylie and lit the tip of the joint. Instantly I felt the smoke billowing up into my mouth as Ryder instructed me to suck.

“Don’t kiss the joint, you dong.” Some guy muttered watching me. I almost choked when I pulled the thing out of my mouth, but held it in to keep some of my pride. Under Ryder’s careful teaching I had almost smoked half the joint. I was beginning to feel lightheaded and confused as I stumbled about the room.

Ryder and Kylie laughed as they watched me and I laughed back because their laughs sounded funny. Next thing I knew everyone started laughing and I laughed even harder because of how weird their laughs all sounded. I toppled onto the floor in a laughing heap and a louder bark of laughter swept through the room as I lay there laughing my lungs out. After a while the laughter died out but I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face. I continued taking long drags of the joint in my hand till the damn thing became too tiny to smoke anymore. Ryder picked me off the floor and started kissing me. I kissed back just as eagerly and wrapped my legs around his torso. I felt the hard wall against my back as his tongue slipped into my mouth. The kiss was sloppy as I struggled to determine whether this was reality or whether I was dreaming, and Ryder slipped his tongue all around my mouth. A funny noise emitted from somewhere in the room and I began to laugh again. Ryder, being too high to know any better, kept kissing me as I laughed. It was the most awkward thing I had ever experienced which caused me to laugh more.