420 Topless Society- Moondust 3
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Back with Part 3. Hopefully part 4, don't take a year. Time will tell.
You thought back to the first time you'd meet Moondust. Back then she went by her given name,
Abby. You were both 18, in high school, senior year. You’d seen her around campus. You two
moved in somewhat separate social circles. She was popular, you less so. You thought her out of
your league, beautiful, sexy, a goody two shoes. Then you’d be assigned her as a partner in biology
for a presentation. Given limited time in class, she invited you to her house after school. Of course,
you had a club meeting right after, so you couldn’t go right round.
She lived in one of the nicest neighborhoods in your school district. Large acreages, with large
houses to match. Hers was a massive Victorian style mansion. It fit her, yet surprised you-you knew
she was from a well off family, but as you pulled up in your old truck, you knew she, or at least her
parents, were rich.
You parked and made your way up the steps, the Beatles “I saw her standing there” playing loudly.
Surprisingly, the front door was open, and the smell of weed greeted you. You almost thought you
were at the wrong house, but intrigued you stepped forward. There, leaning against a chair you saw
her.
That's when you found out Abby was no goody two shoes-hell she wasn’t even wearing shoes.
Though you didn’t notice that right off. What you noticed right off was the wine glass and joint in her
hand.
“High, buddy. Hope yoo doan mine, nooo ones home ann i liyke t' zzrink ann smoke a li'l affer
sshool” she slurred.
“I..I don’t mind,” you stammered, realizing the beautiful Abby was drunk and high. Somehow you
had a feeling you’d not get much done for your presentation, but you would get some good biology
study in-on just how wasted you could get her and then on reproduction practice.
Abby giggled uncontrollably as you stood before her, clearly taken aback by the sight before you.
She took another hit of the joint, held it in for a moment, and then exhaled slowly, blowing the smoke
towards you. "Aww, come on in, silly," she slurred, stumbling towards the door. "Mama ain't home,
'n Papa's outta town. We can have us a real good time, just me 'n you."
She leaned against the wall, her long legs splayed out in front of her, the hem of her short skirt
riding up to reveal more than just a glimpse of her toned thighs. Her white top was tight, showing
off her perky breasts, and the way the fabric clung to her curves made your mouth water.
"I love the way you think," you told her, as you grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled her glass.
Then you leaned in and kissed her.
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