A love story with Shane Mccutcheon. This story may or may not have smut, i'll decide whilst i'm writing. (P.S. some of the details from the show might be changed a little to make the story make more sense. Honestly most of the show is probably gonna...
I was digging through my drawers trying to find the weed, best way to welcome someone is with weed, right? I'd rather just fuck and get that over with but she made that clear today she's never fucked a girl. She's hot as hell I'm sure I could lay her down and show her a good time.
"Shane?" I heard her call for me from another room.
"Yup.....!" I called back to let her know I was listening.
"Can I get water?"
My eyebrows scrunched. Can she get water? She's gonna be paying half the rent does she not remember, "Uhhh, yeah..?"
"Thanks."
She thanked me for getting water? Who the hell is this girl. I chuckled lightly.
"What are you looking for?" She said behind me. I jumped up, startled as I didn't know she was in here.
I let out a sigh, "Okay, first rule of roommates. Don't bust into their rooms," I laughed to hopefully let her know I was joking, "But weed."
"Oh I have some," she said so nonchalantly. I raised my eyebrows in confusion and slowly pointed at her, "What? Am I not allowed to have fun?"
She laughed and walked out of the room, her smell lingering for just a second after she did. I smirked to myself and followed her out. I had some of my fingers in the waistline of my sweats since they didn't have pockets, and I sat relatively close to her on the couch. Her long fingers and dark red painted nails rolled a joint perfectly. She slid her tongue across it, glancing up at me for a just a second. Fuck, why was that so fucking hot?
"Oh shit, I only have enough for one," she said, her brows furrowing as she dug through her bag.
"Thats fine, I'll try and find mine," I was stopped by her pushing down on my shoulder.
"No, it's alright, we can share," she said. Her face looked so innocent, god I just wanted to mess that pretty face up so bad... Shane, you're terrible, it's just the excitement, "Unless you don't like sharing your things."
My mouth became dry, and I lost my ability to speak for a second. I cleared my throat, "We can share, I don't mind."
She smiled and handed me the joint. I placed it in between my lips, reaching for my lighter. I let out a sigh, realizing it was still in my room. But before I knew it, she already grabbed a lighter from her bag and held my face by my jaw to keep me still. She flicked it a few times as I just stared at her in awe. Yeah, I've had girls who are the ones who take charge, or try to, it's just different with her. It's the simple fact that she's not even trying to be hot, or is she?
Sssssss' came from the lighter after she finally got it to light.
"How do you get when you're high?"
She bit her bottom lip, finally lighting the joint. A small smile formed on her face, her teeth finally letting go of her lip. There were perfect marks where her teeth were.
"You'll see, Shane."
(Ngl, I've never smoked weed LMAO so tell me if somethings wrong.) I took a deep breath in, holding it and passing the joint to her. She put it in her mouth so effortlessly and took a puff, holding the joint in her hand. She breathed out of her nose, the smoke coming out.
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Sometime passed as we were smoking, we finished the joint and now we were just laying around on the couch.
"It's so fucking hot in here I wanna die," she said while grabbing at her pants. She was laughing the whole time which made me start to laugh, "A little help, please?"
My eyes widened and I stopped laughing, "What?"
"Can you take my pants off please I feel them."
"Uh, sure, yeah." I've taken off so many girls pants and more than that why the fuck am I nervous now?
I got up from where I was sitting, and she sat up on the couch. She smiled at me the whole time, as I slid her pants off. I mean, she's not wrong she's burning up, but it was so hard to not just fuck her right here.
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She giggled and let out a small thank you. She looked up at me and smiled again, just in underwear, a jacket, and some shirt. I sat where I was sitting before, and she put her head on my lap.
"Remember when I said I never fucked a girl?" She asked me.
I looked down at her, "Yes, why?"
"That was a lie," she said. I couldn't help but let out a little laugh. "But not in the way you're thinking. I've never fucked another girl." She put emphasis on the word another, "I mean I've fucked myself, always after me and my ex had sex because he fucking sucked."
I let out a laugh, letting my hand fall down onto her stomach. We both just sat there until we fell asleep.
