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Aug 2014
We all walked up to the usual smoke spot.

My bestfriend and I
Her and her bestfriend

Our two friends walked to the spot to lust over eachother and probably smoke a bogie

She looked at me, Do you want to?
Where? I replied.
I don’t know, right over there? She pointed at a half grassy, half sand clearing under a tree behind a church

We *ed like bunny rabbits for at least a half hour.
I couldn’t remember, all I kept looking at was her plain purple *******, so quirky, she didn’t even know she was going to *
me today.

We switched and I was on top
My bestfriend just walked out of the spot and heard either her moaning or my ***** clapping against her *
What the hell is that? he said as he peeked over the little ditch where we were *


Oh **, I yelled

I got up and put my pants on, walked away and took a puff of their joint

That wasn’t bad, I heard her say, coming from behind me

She didn’t even have her zipper up yet

That was horrible, I replied

All four of us walked home that day, not saying a word.
Written by
Lyan Cordova  New Jersey
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