Chasity and I were sat on the roof of her Volkswagen Bug, and she was taking a swig from her Arizona Strawberry Cream Soda, me from my flask of Vodka. She flicked on her lighter, lighting the joint that was dangling loosely from her fingertips. She inhaled deeply, and held the smoke for a few beats, then released in a constant streak of white.
"Want a puff?"
"Sure." I took the joint from her fingers and inhaled a shaky breath. I coughed out the smoke, glancing bitterly at the small object in my fingers.
Soon enough, Chasity and I were a giggling mess in the back of her bug, cramped and cuddling. I shifted my foot and it brushed against the crushed can of her cream soda.
Chasity's eyes were alight and she giggled into my chest. She took my hands and laid them all over her. My giggling ceased. My mind was foggy and I felt like I had inhaled pure happiness. Chasity felt amazing. She moaned under my hands.
And then I thought about all the other guys that have touched her like this.
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Cheap Chasity
أدب المراهقينShe was cheap like the 99¢ Arizona Iced Tea that she was addicted to. She was burning like the joint between her finger tips. She was sweet like the strawberry lipgloss she wears. She was beautiful like the words she writes in her note books. She wa...
