Fair Deal Fun [M/F] | 2016

This actually happened a couple of weeks ago but I wrote it shortly after. I didn't post it here at first for various reasons. Now I am posting so please enjoy!

Note: All names changed! The rest is almost 100% true.

Fair Deal Fun

My car was in the in the shop. For the last few days I'd been having to get rides from people to get to work and back home again. One day, without any other options, I asked my roommates if they could drive me to work because as it turns out they (two of them) were going that direction anyway.

They agreed and dropped me off at work about two hours before my shift. Sucked but beggars can't be choosers, right? I spent that time going around asking some co-workers if I could get a ride home after my shift.

Apparently I had used up all of my favors with most of my co-workers because everyone I spoke with had an excuse as to why they could not drive me home. Some had early cuts and didn't want to have to stick around until my shift ended. Some had to get home to a boyfriend, or see a friend, or they had to get up early the next day. Mostly people just didn't like the idea of having to drive all the way down to where I live, which is about a thirty minute drive, just to drop my sad ass off.

By the time my shift started I was honestly starting to worry that I'd have to call a cab which, you know, would be fine. But cab service in this area is expensive and unreliable. Even if you call an hour in advance of needing a ride it can take a lot longer than that before they show up. Believe me, it's happened before.

You can imagine how happy I was, then, when Jose approached me and said he'd heard I needed a ride. He had one condition though: he wanted a joint.

I thought he was joking. Most of the line cooks at my work smoke pot; hell, most of them are high the entire time they work! Why come to me of all people for pot? Sure, I smoke once in awhile, but it's not common knowledge.

"Girl, I know you probably got the hook up on that medical grade stuff," he explained. "Most of you do." (He was referring to the fact that I'm white-- he's Mexican but very fluent in English).

I told him I'd see what I could do. So then I called my friend Mark, who does have a medical card, and asked if he could hook me up with a joint. Now, Mark is a nice guy but he's very temperamental. And he's not a fan of selling his weed. He told me once that he gets bugged about it all the time and it pisses him off. But Mark? He's also deeply affectionate toward me. I'm one of the few people who still goes over to his place ever since his car was repossessed for one thing, and for another I'm pretty sure he wants to fuck me.

Mark agreed to sell me exactly one joint after a little flirting with him on the phone. Now, please understand: he knows I'm not interested in him. I've made that clear. We're just friends. When I flirt with him he knows I want something from him and he's as likely to say no as he is to say yes. It's all in good playful fun! And this time he said yes.

So flash forward about seven hours after a pretty hectic shift at work. Jose's shift ended before mine but he had no problem waiting for me to get cut. Once I finally was we left.

Mark doesn't live far from where I work which is one of the reasons I called him first. It took us only about ten minutes to get there and Mark was half asleep anyway so there was no need to stick around and socialize. He had rolled me a nice, fat joint and told me not to worry about the money.

While we drove back to my place I sort of got to know Jose a bit more. I've known him a long time at work but you know how that is: just a work friend. I didn't really know him, right? But we got to talking and it turns out he's a lot more ambitious than I had thought. He takes college classes part time, for one thing. Turns out he also has two children, both young, one here in the states who lives with her mom and another down in Mexico living with "that bitch" as he called his first child's mother.

He grew up in the states but was born in Mexico, was deported when he was 18, then came back in illegally and worked in the southwest for awhile. He only moved all the way out here after he married a woman, the mother of his second child, and eventually became a naturalized citizen. After six years of marriage they divorced and he's been living on his own since. He started taking college courses to become a paralegal and currently lives with his ex's sister who, he claims, "Let's me stay there because she likes to pretend I'm her man."

I think that means they have some sort of romantic relationship but I didn't pry.

Anyway, when we got back to my place I thanked him for the ride, obviously. But then he was like, "Don't you wanna get high tonight?"

Again, I am not a big pot smoker. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it from time to time. But only from time to time. I was tired, feeling gross from work, and sort of just wanted to sleep. But Jose kept insisting that we should smoke the joint together. Finally I agreed.

An hour later we were sitting on my porch, both of us completely stoned. That joint Mark had given me was really good. And Jose said he was actually too stoned to drive all the way back home, which for him would be about an hour drive (he lives in the opposite direction of where we work). So I invited him inside.

Thankfully, I had the place to myself. The two roommates I mentioned earlier were both gone. The third roommate only stays here about one week a month-- he's a married man who has a house and three children. He only rents his room here because it's cheaper than staying at a hotel when he has to fly out here for work.

So anyway, Jose asked if he could just crash there once he realized we had the place to ourselves. I said sure, but rejected the suggestion that he sleep in one of my roommates' beds. I don't have keys to their rooms anyway... well, I sort of do, but that's what I told him.

Jose agreed to the sofa but he didn't want to sleep right away. He asked if I had any drinks. Of course we did but again, I was tired and feeling gross, and now I was high, too. But he had driven me all this way so I told him he could help himself to our fridge. Then I said goodnight and went to the bathroom to wash-up and change for bed.

Here's the thing about me being high: I honestly do get horny. And as tired as I was, once I changed into my pajamas I kept thinking about how I had this guy out in my living room, laying on my sofa, a guy I trusted and who had helped me... and well, I changed my mind. After I was cleaned up I decided to join him for a drink.

You can probably predict what happened next. We had a few drinks, watched some cartoons on TV, and soon enough his hands were all over me.

And I didn't mind. Like I said before, I like Jose. He's not the handsomest man in the world but he's nice, he's fun, and it's not like he was trying to rape me or anything. We began making out on the sofa and he was actually less aggressive than I usually like. Timid, even, when he opened up my pajama top. I actually had to help him do that!

Thankfully he wasn't one of those, "Is this okay? Is that alright? Do you want me to stop?" type of guys, though. But he was definitely being extremely careful. Maybe it was the age difference (he's about fifteen years older than I am) or something but he kept stopping to ask if I was sure I wanted to do this. Which is sort of annoying. If I want it to stop, you'll know! I think I finally even said that but I can't really remember.

Eventually I was topless and on top of him, practically tearing off his dirty shirt. Cartoons played in the background as he fondled me every which way and I took advantage of him, too. Finally he asked if he could sleep in my bed, preferring that to the sofa, and I led him there.

I only had one condom and he had none. That's the thing I regret most, to be honest. Because after our first romp I was still worked up and it didn't take long to get him back there, too. But I wasn't about to have unprotected sex with him and neither of us were in any condition to drive to the gas station for condoms. He tried to convince me that he was safe, and clean, etc. but even in my inebriated state I knew better than to cave in to my carnal desires.

So instead we just played with each other. For like, over an hour at least. Hands only from him, mouth and hands from me. And I only resorted to mouth after it had been so long, and he'd given me so many good orgasms, but he still had yet to reach his second.

Once he did cum again, in my mouth mostly, I told him I wanted to just sleep.

And that was my night. When I woke up the next morning he was still in my bed, snoring, but by the time I'd showered and made coffee he was awake. I went for my run shortly after that and when I got back he was asleep again, dozing off on the sofa this time. I had to wake him up and tell him he had to leave but he did so on good terms.

I know some people will see what Jose did to me as either a guilt trip or outright blackmail. But it truly wasn't. I needed a ride and he gave it to me on only one condition: that I get him a joint. What happened later? Well yes, there was some pressure. But I could have said no. I didn't because frankly I thought it was a fair deal.