Weed Sex: My First 420 Sex Story

Roll it up, light it up

I felt a spark with my professor for months. One day after class, I stayed later to ask him some questions about my paper. With red marks all over it, I felt like it wasn’t warranted. I think I write well enough. However, this was our first time meeting and would lead to weed sex. 

It is exactly what it sounds like. I’ll keep it nice and short. That special intoxicant that makes food taste better and sex feel incredible. Weed sex, toking while stroking, whatever you call it. It sends me to another level entirely. In his office, I noticed funny little quotes on the wall and also the lingering smell of ganja. Professor Diggs asks me to sit down and explains what he didn’t like about my writing. Then he asks if he can roll a “j” with me there. “Surely, you partake?” he asked. “Never, but I am curious,” I answer. 

The professor gets me ready to play

Some people don’t get high the first time. One puff and he instructs me to hold it in. I do and feel the burn in my lungs. Instantly, my eyes lower, and I rest in my own skin. He looks at me and waves a hand in front of my face.  Silly professor. It’s just cannabis, I think to myself. With our “lesson” over, he rolls another for the road. I gather my crappy paper, and we walk to his ride. In his Toyota, Diggs turns on some song from the nineties and waxes poetically about the band. 

I stare at him, wondering if he’s ever had a girl in this car. The thought makes me laugh. “Where should we go? I can’t really be seen at the dorms with you, cutie.” I think the paranoia hits me also, and we leave campus. 

High and horny, we head to a dark location

We head to a parking lot, and Diggs shuts the car off. It’s now about midnight, and he leans over and kisses me. My head high takes over my body, but every nerve is lifted. An impulsive kiss, but his tongue slips over mine, sending rockets to my wet, wild college girl panties. I unzip his jeans and pull it out for explosive weed sex. 

As my hand glides over him, he leans back and turns up his awful songs. Already very ready for weed sex, I tease and deny my smart king with soft moaning in his ears. I try to drown out the dreadful song on the radio as I stroke him. He leans back, lighting up his other joint. He takes another hit and this time blows smoke into my mouth. 

Staying lifted while having weed sex

“Hold it in, don’t stop doing that either,” he instructs. Diggs then reaches over and pulls down my panties, holds them in his hands, and sniffs them. While he is sent straight to heaven, I straddle him and begin to rock back and forth on it. He passes the “j” and takes a hit, while reclining his seat for comfortable weed sex. The whole car is hot-boxed, and I grind to the beat. He bites my nipples and sucks as I am numbed out. 

Every inhibition melts away, and we move the party outside. He lifts me to the hood of the car and spreads my legs. I hold the joint and hit it as he kisses up my thighs, higher to my sweet little bud. His munchies take over, and I snatch his soul with this young kitty. As my legs shake, he enters me again and holds my legs wide open.

We pass the joint between us and lose track of reality. A little green herb took me to new heights, and the professor pulled out. The drive back to his place was filled with plenty of flirtation. We decided to keep it going the rest of the night. My erotic diary has many entries waiting for you to discover, like my intimate romantic tension story. 

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