Page 5 of Baked

Oh, protective.

Mary-Jane’s face dropped at Indi’s words. “What the fuck is your problem? And where are you two going?”

“To spend some much needed time together. Now, fuck off!” Indi rushed up the stairs, dragging me behind.

We continued weaving through the enormous house, coming to what I assumed was her bedroom. She swung the door open to find Ginger and Ash making out on her bed, halfway undressed.

“Oh shit!”

“Hey guys!” Ginger waved, smiling as Ash kissed her neck. “Don’t be shy, come on in. Join us!”

“Yeah, join us! We’re just getting started.” Ash breathed through intense kisses while Ginger moaned faintly.

“Not this time.” Indi winked, shutting the door. She turned to look at me. “Well, it looks like my room is preoccupied.”

“We can always just head back to my ca—” Her finger stopped my words.

“The attic.” Her eyes sparkled.

“The attic?”

“Yes!” Indi grabbed my hand, running down the hall as we approached the attic entrance. The simple, foldable wooden steps were down as if someone had already climbed them, a green light seeping from the square cutout in the roof. She turned to look at me, grinning over her shoulder. “Follow me.”

I watched, forcing my eyes from her backside, realizing she was wearing a vibrant red thong. I had to adjust myself, way too excited by the image now burned into my brain. “Hey, Indi!” I called out, keeping my eyes low as she stepped from the ladder into the attic. “I don’t think smoking in an old attic is exactly the greatest idea. Could be fucking spiders up there.” I shivered at the thought.

“Don’t be such a pussy, Haze!” Her voice fell down to me, her footsteps pacing around as they echoed through the ceiling. “Just get up here!”

Fuck, okay.

I did as she said, climbing the wooden ladder. It squeaked and creaked as my weight ascended, making me a little nervous as I questioned its durability.

I better not fucking break this thing. Or see a fucking spider.

My eyes widened at the unexpected sight before me as my head poked into the attic space, realizing it was anything but old and dusty.

“See?” Indi flicked her eyebrow at my reaction and I climbed to my feet. “This”— she motioned around the green lit room— “is anything but your average attic.”

The room was drenched in green from the neon light, a large hemp leaf with the words High Life beneath it. Multi-colored string lights were strung across the wood planked walls, the music from downstairs pulsing through the room as it shook. A classic pool table sat in the middle of the large attic space directly under the vaulted ceiling and random couches andchairs were scattered about as if this was a commonly used party space.

“What the fuck.”

“Told you.” Indi smiled. “Not your average attic.” She got on her knees, pulling the ladder up, tucking the string handle inside the attic. “There. Now no one can bother us up here.”

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the sound of that.

“What the hell even is all this?” I asked, stepping towards the large, single window that looked out into the backyard, filled with people dancing, drinking, and smoking. The party was in full swing, spilling from the house out into the yard and street past it.

“This is where we come to party, smoke, or you know…chill out.” She winked at me. “Nothing too crazy.”

“Thisiscrazy.” And fucking impressive. “You come up here often?” I looked at Indi, watching her closely as she slowly stepped in my direction. I could tell she was plastered and high from the hot boxed house, just as I was, but I didn’t care. I was too fucking enticed by her. And as much as it should have, the thought of watching her in such a way didn’t make me sick. It made me hungry. For her. “How many people have you brought up here, Indigo?”

“Shhhh. Let’s not talk about that right now, Let’s just”—she pushed me against the side of the pool table and grabbed the joint—“chill.” Indi placed the joint between her lips, her arms on either side of me, looking up into my eyes. She had this immense look of starvation swirling within her irises, a look that said she was just as lost as me. A look that told me there were no more lines left to cross. They were blurred, wiped clean from our minds, just like any restraints I had holding me back.

“Light me up, Haze.” Indi bent over with her ass raised high and her arms tucked between her legs, pressing her breaststogether with the blunt firmly placed between her luscious red lips. My dick profusely ached as my jeans got tighter.

Oh fuck. I’m going to hell.

The lighter clicked, and I lit the end of the blunt while the two of us looked at one another, the flame reflecting in her reddened and glossy green eyes. For a moment, I swear she was purposely toying with me. Seeing just how far she could push me before I snapped. It was a dangerous game, one I wasn’t sure she was ready for.

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