“Holy shit that was amazing Lincoln.” I was sweaty, overwhelmed, and literally weak in the knees. I couldn’t have gotten up right then for anything in the world.
“Fuck yeah it was girl.” Lincoln had rolled over to lay on his back next to me. After a minute, I rolled over onto my side, and kind of cuddled up next to him while he recovered. I lazily kissed his bicep and looked down, noticing that he was still like half hard. It had only been a few minutes, right? I thought to myself, if he’s like this stoned I almost don’t want to think what he’d do to me without anything to mellow him out a little. Then I heard more shouting from the peanut gallery downstairs.
“Oh my god, are they going to keep doing that?” I asked with a tired laugh.
“They’re just fuckin’ with me. Ignore that shit,” he said with that low, husky laugh. “Want to smoke another one?”
I took a long sip of now warmish beer and said yes. We got high again, chatted some more, and after a while he got his phone and got an Uber for me. He was too stoned to drive and I needed to get home at a reasonable hour. He went downstairs with me to wait, and of course James and Devin fucked with us, but in a good-natured way. I was a little embarrassed, but also stoned, and they were both pretty funny so I didn’t mind that much. I learned that James and Devin were around the same age and worked as financial advisors for the same investment firm. Lincoln had told me a little more about being an electrician when we were getting high before we fucked, so I was beginning to understand how they had such a nice place. I mean that kitchen, holy shit—granite. What single guy has that? Anyway, I tried to fix my hair and makeup a little in the Uber, and I was glad my parents were already in bed when I got home. I’m sure I still looked stoned and like I’d just been fucked silly, which, fair. But I felt great. I undressed and fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit my pillow.
TO BE CONTINUED