Jack hastily turned away, not wanting to be caught spying, even if Anna had engineered it that way. She came breezing into the room, wearing a short robe. Having seen her undress, Jack knew she had nothing under it, and if he had any doubts they were quickly removed by the exciting way her large full breasts moved uninhibitedly under the thin material. The robe was carelessly tied at the waist, and the movement of her legs caused it to open slightly at the bottom, giving the watching young husband brief flashes of nakedly exposed brown pussy hair. He swallowed nervously, and then became painfully aware that he had an erection. The stimulation of the last few minutes had done its work, and his cock was hardening rapidly, pushing firmly against the restraining material of his tight trousers.
"Well, well, well, always eager to get going, aren't you?" Anna said, looking good-naturedly at the obscene bulge in his pants.
Jack colored. "You've got sharp eyes. I'd hoped you wouldn't notice."
"Why?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "I think it's flattering."
Jack couldn't help but compare Anna's forthright behavior with his wife's usual semi-prudery. Hell! he thought bitterly, Pam hates to admit I even have a cock! An image of her took temporary possession of his mind, lying naked on the bed, waiting to be made love to, her eyes closed, seemingly presenting she had no part in it, that it was just happening to her without her being in any way an instigator. How different Anna was, with her forthright approach. Hell, she wanted to get laid and she was doing something about it!
"You want me to mix you a drink?" Jack asked, wanting another himself.
"No, thanks," she answered. "I have a little something else in mind." Going over to a side cabinet, she opened a drawer and took out a cigar box.
"What you got there?" Jack asked curiously.
"Dope," she replied simply. Jack suddenly became very nervous. With his position at the company to think of, the very word frightened him. If anything could ruin him forever, it was what Anna had in her hands. J.B. drank; J.B. used other men's wives; he lied; he stole; he cheated people and ruined decent families; but he was death on drugs! The slightest intimation that Jack had even been in their presence, and it would be all over for him at the office!
"D-Do you think it's wise to keep that stuff right here in your home?" he asked nervously. Anna looked up sharply, and seeing his strained white face, laughed delightedly.
"My heavens," she gurgled. "The poor man is scared half out of his wits!" She suddenly thrust the box at Jack. "Boo!" she said. He jumped.
"N-No," he said, ashamed of being thought a coward, "not scared, really, but that stuff is illegal!"
"So is cheating on your taxes, but I'll bet you do." Jack flushed.
"Come on, stop worrying. You'd think there was a narc hiding in the bedroom. This stuff is so common now that if the police tried to catch everybody smoking it, they wouldn't have time for anything else – like stopping gambling, and necking in cars, for instance." She had opened the box and laid it on the table. It was half-full of brownish-green, crushed leaves and blossoms. Despite his nervousness, Jack moved closer, curious. A rich, slightly acrid odor assailed his nostrils.
Anna reached into another drawer and pulled out a little flat machine made of silk and two steel bars. "What's that?" Jack asked.
"A cigarette roller," she answered. "I'm going to roll us a joint." Even as she spoke, her fingers were moving deftly. She placed a cigarette paper in the little machine and filled it with several pinches of the course powdery mixture. She closed the machine around the paper, and turning a crank, quickly shaped a perfect little white cylinder. Out popped a long narrow cigarette, a few tufts of marijuana leaf sticking out of each end.
"Got a match?" she asked.
Reluctantly Jack fished through his pockets and offered her some. He knew a gentleman lights a ladle's cigarette, but he couldn't bring himself to help bring that dangerous little cylinder to life. Anna didn't seem to mind. She struck a match, and putting the cigarette into her mouth held the flame to it. As she puffed, thick clouds of blue smoke rose from the tip of the cigarette and the room was filled with the sharp heavy scent of burning rope.
"Mmmmnnnnn, good stuff," Anna said dreamily. She held the glowing cigarette out to Jack. "Want a hit?" she asked.
"No, thanks," Jack said, shaking his head vigorously. Anna shrugged her shoulders.
"Suit yourself, but this grass is a real sense turn-on – makes your body come alive. I call it Old Thunder Fuck – real dynamite stuff."
Jack watched in fascination as she sat in a large armchair and took another drag on the cigarette. She seemed to breathe in forever, and then held the smoke down in her lungs until her face purpled with the effort. When she finally breathed out, little smoke remained, and Jack wondered what had happened to the rest. It had probably been absorbed in her bloodstream, he thought in astonishment.
A slow contented smile came over Anna's face, and she visibly relaxed in the chair. With a shock Jack noticed that her legs had fallen open a little, parting the lower part of her robe, and he was looking right up between her thighs to her nakedly bared pussy. He swallowed nervously, unable to keep from staring at her hair-covered cuntal lips. As his eyes adjusted to the dark shadows of her loins, he was clearly able to make out the thin line of her half-hidden inner slit. He knew that she had seen him looking, but she did nothing to cover herself. Jack's cock began to throb uncontrollably at the sight of Anna's shamelessly naked loins, only a few feet away from his own. He once again felt he was losing the initiative. It was clear that the marijuana was putting Anna in a very different place from where he was, and he began to wonder how it would be to make love to a thoroughly stoned woman when he himself was so tight and nervous.
"You say that stuff turns you on?" he asked.
She looked surprised. "Sure thing," she said. "Why? You want to try some?"
"Well, I don't know…" he said hesitantly.
"Oh, for God's sake, come on," she said disgustedly. "You act like you expect your mother to come into the room and tell you whether it's all right or not."
Stung by her tone, Jack grabbed the cigarette from her. He put it to his lips and took a long drag, but immediately began to choke as the harsh smoke seared his lungs.
"Hey, take it a little slower," Anna said, and showed him how to breathe in slowly and hold the acrid fumes down. After a couple of more tries, he was successful. He didn't experience much reaction at first, but suddenly the lights in the room seemed to dim and then his body felt strange all at once.
"Wow!" he said, feeling as if he were floating a foot off the ground. It was very different from being drunk. For one thing, he still seemed to have good control of his balance. But in some strange way, the whole room had changed. The lights glowed a deep yellow-gold, and he realized that he had been staring at a painting on the wall for a long time.
"Good stuff, isn't it?" Anna said. "Here, let me show you how the physical part works." She reached forward and lightly traced a fingernail over his forearm. It felt natural at first, but then his whole arm seemed to vibrate, sending pounding waves of sensation through his muscles and nerves until his whole body was resonating like a tuning fork. She calls it Old Thunder Fuck, he thought in amazement. God, what will it be like when we…? Once again he stared down at Anna's nakedly bared vaginal lips, and saw for the first time the evidence of her own sexual arousal. A thin line of liquid beads glistened in the light, lining the softly bearded edge of her pussy-slit, welling up from her tantalizingly hidden vagina. A white-hot wave of lust washed over Jack, making his body resonate again. Sitting on the arm of the chair, he lightly traced his fingertips over Anna's enticingly bared lower belly, where it rounded off into her soft curly pubic hair. She shivered at his touch and her eyes half-glazed over. I guess she isn't as self-controlled as she likes to mate out, he thought in triumph, and standing up, he reached down and jerked her to her feet. She came into his arms willingly, and opened her nakedly exposed thighs as he roughly thrust one leg in between them, rubbing the harsh material of his pants leg against her quivering cunt.