The Game ... First Time Sex: Part 22 - The High Sierra Music Festival

Jadon and I head through the crowd, and Jadon asks a few people. I guess I'm glad he's doing it. I might look a little desperate or something. It doesn't take long for Jadon to find someone willing to sell to us. We have to pay a little more for two reasons. One, it's the festival is nearly over and people are running low on their stash, and two, people tend to bring a limited amount and expect you to pay more since you can't leave the grounds in your car and return to your camp. I guess that's the reason, because we pay 75 dollars for an eighth. I'm not an expert, but I can tell it's good buds. The seller calls it Bubbleberry, but I don't know it from AK-47, P-91, P-10, or Bullrider due to my infrequent usage.

I know the usual places to buy, but it just hasn't appeal to me or to the rest of us except, as I said, on rare occasions. I haven't even mentioned it, but sitting on the beach we have smoked. I tend to smoke only a few puffs, and I'm through for the night. The Bay area has some of the best pot in the world, but you can get ripped off if your not careful. The easiest place to buy and arguably one of the safest is North Beach near Fisherman's Wharf. It's full of tourists and the mellow older crowd who aren't heroine addicts trying to rip you off for money to buy the hard stuff.

Jadon and I meet everyone else in front of the Funkin Jamhouse and I try not to fantasize but we seem like a hunting party returning with game for the tribe. This is my first score, or maybe it's not. After all Jadon did the scouting, but we both approached the target. Well, fuck, anyway it was my fucking idea.

I take out Zig Zag rolling papers.

"So how long have you had this planned?" asks Donna.

"I remember not being prepared the first time we met. I didn't want that to happen again," I laugh.

"What. Losing your virginity?" laughs Donna.

"No condom," I laugh.

"Ah. So rolling papers are protection now?" laughs Jadon.

"Well, I'm prepared," I say.

"Whoa, hold up. Use these," says Jadon.

Jadon hands out Randy's Wired rolling papers.

"Sweet," says Marcus.

"So you came prepared too?" asks Donna.

"Well, I know you guys don't smoke that much, but just the same I just keep some on hand just in case," says Jadon.

"Since I burned my fingers on the roach the last time we smoked, this is good," laughs Marcus.

Before going to the late night venue in the Funkin Jam House, Jadon rolls a few joints. I haven't enjoyed the feeling that pot gives me as much as the rest of our group, but tonight I feel more open to the heightened sensual feeling that I am getting with each hit. We have a super time in the Funkin Jamhouse tent featuring MarchFourth. It's one crazy, hot march band, but not one that you would see at a football game for sure. Dumpstaphunk is next, but we decide to leave.

As tired as we are, no one is going to skip what we look forward to all day long. Geezus, I can't be too tired to quell my urges for Tonya, but I admit, I am pretty pooped out by the time we finish our showers and get back to our camp. We sit outside and smoke more and more. I am reaching a level of consciousness that I haven't experienced. There are no games planned, and no swapping. We say good night to Jadon and Tamara.

My focus is on Tonya and yet whole body is elevated to the point that I feel like I'm having an out-of-body experience. Probably due to my infrequent use of pot, I find it a bit hard to concentrate on a lot of foreplay. I have no idea how Tonya feels, but we don't hesitate to take our clothes off and lie facing each other. Donna and Marcus are engaged in the same ritual, but tonight my focus is directly on Tonya.

We kiss and I grind my pelvis on hers, and I feel her pressing hard on my dick. I lay her backwards on the sleeping bag, and lick from her neck down to her knees. Marcus is lying on his back, and Donna is sucking his dick. Tonya reaches out and grabs my balls and nudges me to move up. She lifts up and sucks my dick. Oh geezus, it feels grand. The pot has certainly given me a new set of feelings. I can't say it's better, but I can say it's great. She lies back, and I spread her legs wide and suck her pussy deeply. I have a diverse array of thoughts that move from thinking about the first time that I fucked her to this very moment as I suck her. I flash through Valentine's weekend and then back to New Year's Eve. I remember licking the body paint off of her. It's like a dream with every memory flashing by in a second yet having the same intensity of feelings just as if it were taking hours and hours. It's as if every experience, feeling, urge, and emotion that I've had with Tonya is wrapped up into this one moment. My mind is so overpowered by the effects of the pot that I can't tell how long it's been since we started.

Marcus and Donna have been through several positions, and he is pumping her from the top. I have Tonya lying on her stomach, and I'm licking her from the rear. Everything urge, feeling, and thought is distorted and somewhat changed. I am on top of her now, and she's guiding my dick into her pussy. I edge in and whatever feeling I've had up to this point explodes with a hot rush of sensation unlike that I have ever felt before. I feel each cell inside of Tonya touching me as I work my dick in and out of her. I feel her pulse and squeeze down on my dick. I move in and out slowly at first, and then I speed up. It seems like I can do this forever. Tonya grips my sides and arches her back.

The backs of my legs grow cold and a rush of feeling spreads from my dick to the temples on my head. I feel cum shooting out my dick. I mean, I really feel it go this time. I'm not sure if it's in slow motion or what, but it doesn't seem to stop. As Tonya grips me, I sense her feelings through her fingers and in her pussy. Even with the low light in the tent, I can see into her eyes like I have never done before. The second shot of cum pulses out of my dick, and then the third. Now I know that time is standing still. I continue pumping and the feeling doesn't stop. I sense I feel Tonya's feelings too as she climaxes. Every thought that I have ever had to make her feel good comes to me as I continue pumping in and out of her. As the moment creeps into a minute and then possibly another and another, Tonya relaxes.

Donna and Marcus are kissing. They seem to be content and seem to have finished before we stop. Finally, I gently pull out of Tonya. Donna hand her a towel to clean up.

"That was quite a long performance," Donna says in a congratulatory tone.

"It was nice watching," says Marcus.

"I wasn't sure if you would ever stop," says Donna.

"Was it long?" I ask.

"What's long? It was great watching," says Marcus.

"Well, we finished about twenty minutes ago," says Donna.

I'm aware now that I was taking longer than usual as I listen to their words. My mind is still racing and my thoughts are less than focused, so I find it hard to respond.

"It that is what pot does to my reality, I wonder what it will do to my dreams?" I ponder.

"Oh, I see it's making you philosophical," says Donna.

"And very sexy," smiles Tonya.

"It feels good for sure," is all I can say.

"It sure does," says Tonya.

"Let's smoke some more," I say having no logical reason for my statement.

"More?" asks Donna.

"Seems we have opened up Pandora's Box," laughs Tonya.

"I'm ready," says Marcus.

We go outside. Jadon and Tamara don't join us though. We smoke more. I am not sure why I want to continue, but at this point I'm in a stupor and have no resistance to anything suggested or offered. Pot or no pot, as I look at Tonya, all I have are good feelings. Time is blurred and my thoughts are distorted and circling round and round. We end up in our sleeping bag and snuggle together. Everything is quiet or is it. I hear every movement outside clearly as we lose consciousness and finally drift to sleep. Please read chapter 23 to continue. Thanks in advance for leaving a note after each chapter. It's always great to hear from those who like the story.