Chapter 2

I returned his computer on Monday morning and didn’t say a word about what I’d seen. But I think something changed for me—I’d never really noticed him much before. For the first time, I realized how good he smelled.

“Johnny, what cologne do you use?” I asked curiously, grabbing him by the shirt and sniffing his neck.

“None, I don’t wear cologne to school! That must be the smell of fabric softener you’re picking up.”

During break, he was standing in front of me while I sat on one of the benches, and I started noticing the size of the bulge in his pants. “Holy shit, how had I never noticed that before?” I’d seen him in swim trunks like five hundred times, but I’d never realized how thick his dick was. I was dying to ask him the size, but that would be way too awkward, right? I confess my imagination was making my skin flush, and it was happening more often whenever he came in for a hug.

He was in his weed phase. I’d never smoked but was super curious to try it. He smoked on the street with the guys, but I didn’t have the guts to hang with them—if my parents found out, I’d be in deep shit. But then at the end of class on a Friday, he comes up to me and starts chatting.

“Vee, whatcha doing this weekend?”

“Nothing, why?”

“Well, I scored that stuff from the guys and my parents are heading out of town. We could chill at my place! Hit the pool and smoke a little— you in?”

“Totally in!” I agreed.

I was mega curious to see him in his trunks! And I confess I was kinda set on giving him some kisses if he made a move.

“Anyone else coming?” I asked.

“Well, I didn’t invite anybody. You’re like family, and my parents won’t mind.”

“Aw, I was hoping to meet someone new, you know? Make out a bit!” I threw out a hint.

He laughed, seemed unsure how to react, and got shy like always. I was messing with him on purpose, but it was hard to break through that friend barrier—I was a little scared we’d drift apart if we hooked up. My friends were always shipping us, thinking we were secretly together. I always denied it—nothing had ever happened between us.

I got to his house Saturday morning early to catch the morning sun. I stopped at the bakery and grabbed some bread for breakfast. He answered the door shirtless with a sleepy face, cussing me out for the hour.

“Damn girl, before ten? No way…”

“Come on, mornings are the best time—after that, the whole building crowds the pool and it’s impossible to hang. I’m hitting the bathroom to change.”

“Use my mom’s bathroom—the guest one’s leaking.”

I’d used her bathroom before and knew it well. It was fancy, like a mini apartment, with the toilet separate and spaces for the tub and shower. I locked the door, changed into my bikini, and threw a beach dress over it.

But then it hit me like a bolt!

“JOHNNY!!! Get in here!!!” I yelled!

“What is it?” he came running, out of breath.

“Dude, what if instead of going down, we just stay here and smoke in your mom’s tub? That’d be epic!”

“Naked?” he asked, stunned.

“What the hell, naked? Don’t be stupid,” I said, smacking him.

“Dude, could work! With bubbles or without?”

“I’ve never used one of these damn things, but it’d be cool to turn on the jets!”

“I’ll start filling it then. You going in with your bikini?” he asked curiously.

“Of course, idiot! You wanna see me naked?”

“Yeah! I wouldn’t mind!” he answered laughing, shielding himself from my smacks.

“You moron! Cut the perv act,” I said, hitting him on every syllable.

He went to his room and came back just in trunks, with a little box of stuff to roll the joint. It’d take about fifteen minutes for the tub to fill, so I headed to the kitchen and grabbed some beers for us while the joint wasn’t ready. I took off the dress and stood there in just my bikini, messing with his mom’s creams and perfumes. He was sitting totally focused on his task, answering my questions in one-word grunts.

“Done!” he said proudly, eyeing his masterpiece.

“Better smoke first so it doesn’t get wet in there, right?” I asked.

“Sure…” he replied, dazed, checking me out from head to toe.

It was like only now he realized I was in my bikini, ‘cause he was staring me up and down?

“What’re you looking at?” I asked on instinct.

“I’ve never seen that bikini,” he lied.

I kinda adjusted myself to make sure it was tied right and nothing was spilling out, then said:

“What do you mean? I only have two! You’ve seen me in this a million times!”

“I dunno, never noticed! Was checking the goods!” he said laughing, teasing me.

“What? You been staring at my ass, Johnny?” I asked, shocked!

“Uh…” he mumbled, turning red.

We usually talked openly about stuff, but we had limits—there was a ton of respect between us. But without realizing, I was kinda flirting and craving his attention.

“But seriously… Do you think I have a hot body?” I said that and arched my back, cupping my tits, showing off.

“Yeah, you do. You’re hot as hell!” he said it all awkward.

“Aw, you’re just saying that ‘cause you’re my friend.” And I smacked him.

“Quit it, crazy! You needy? Craving compliments or what?”

We had a beer while he explained how I should smoke. I’d never smoked anything in my life. He didn’t care about the smell in the house ‘cause his mom was a total stoner too. He lit it up and started puffing. I was anxious to try. He passed me the joint and I did like he said. I got hit with a choking wave of smoke and coughed my ass off!

“Cough! Cough! This shit’s rough…” I said.

“You’ll get used to it!”

“Want another beer?” I asked.

“Yeah!”

He went to grab more beers while I figured out the joint—inhale… hold… exhale. I repeated the mantra slowly, totally zoned out. When he came back, I handed it over and cracked my second can, which was already giving me a buzz.

“Got music?” I asked!

“Alexa, play Spotify!” he said to the machine, which obediently started some random playlist!

I started trying some shy dance moves and butchering the lyrics. He was perched on the edge of the tub watching me dance in my bikini, putting on a private show for him!

“Come on, take a hit,” he said, passing me the joint.

“The tub’s full—don’t let it overflow when we get in!” I said, shutting off the faucet.

I smoked a bit more, getting used to the new taste. If it weren’t for the smoke, I think I’d have liked it better. I felt lighter, my skin more sensitive, and my mind started wandering slow. I felt silly with the first disconnected giggles.

“Come on, let’s get in. Grab more beers to keep here,” I ordered.

The water was perfectly warm. I picked a spot and sat without spilling my beer or getting the joint wet—it was almost done anyway. When he came back, he found me already settled, lounging on one side of the tub. I noticed his trunks were way bulkier. “Maybe he popped a little boner?” I thought.

Shit. I got recognized.

::Johnny:: Hey, you good?

::Maria:: Yeah, and you?

::Pedro:: Wanna hang out today?

::Ana:: I’m down!

During break, he was standing in front of me, I was sitting on one of the benches, and I started noticing the size of the bulge in his pants…