Something In The Weed...

For over a hundred years, Golden State University had been a beacon for ambitious college students from across California, the United States, and the world. It offered an Ivy-level education at a fraction of the cost on one of the most beautiful college campuses in the United States. Golden State boasted of alumni who were worldwide leaders in technology, economics, industry and politics.

If you knew the right people, of course.

And if you didn't know the right people, make the right connections, bought into the appropriate dogma, well... you might end up like Damon DesChamps.

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Damon followed an all-too-typical liberal arts path at Golden State, majoring in economics. His plans of pursuing a path in business stalled out when he got busted for Possession of Cocaine following his graduation, and after a short stint in the state penitentiary, he found himself part of the local underground economy.

He found a groove for himself selling drugs, mostly marijuana, but he had the hookup for other substances as well. The Golden State party scene kept him busy enough to support his own habits and a meager existence in town, and he didn't care for much else. He was charming and handsome enough to occasionally woo a Golden State co-ed into his bed, but they never stuck around his shitty little rental house for very long.

At least the weed was good stuff, medical grade quality from British Columbia. One pound at a time, he built his customer base. He could still pull off the look of a typical college student, so it was an easy enough thing for him to blend in on campus whenever he needed to. The neighborhood he lived in was primarily houses that were rented out to students during the school year. No one batted an eye at different people coming and going throughout the day and evening.

September was one of Damon's favorite times of the schoolyear. It was still plenty warm outside, so the college girls were all still running around in their summer clothes, tank tops and daisy dukes and plenty of skin on display. The beginning of the school year heralded the return of most of his customer base, and they were all eager to get their usual stuff.

The influx of freshmen, of course, offered ample opportunity to create new customers as well. The weed he carried was so good, it sold itself once the customer tried it, making his job easy. As he looked around his squalid house, though, Damon knew he needed to find a way to make the pay better! All of his furniture was craigslist castoffs. Stains on the walls were invariably plastered over with cheap posters. The TV was on, but only because it served as his stereo system, playing CDs with his Nintendo. The couch had seen too many parties and he sank too low in it when he sat there, but it wasn't terrible for passing out drunk in.

He took another drag on his cigarette and snuffed it out in an overflowing ashtray, before scooping some of the beautiful marijuana nuggets out of the big bag and onto a small digital scale, weighing them with precision to the gram, and then sliding them into a small plastic ziplock baggie. It was late on a Friday night, just after midnight; he wasn't expecting anyone to drop in this late, so it was as good a time as any to process, and sample, the new shipment. The last quarter-ounce he kept for himself. He safely tucked away all the small baggies in their secret stash before trying to get comfortable enough on this damn couch to load a bowl...

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Mackenzie stretched herself higher, reaching for the top strand of christmas lights. She was on her knees, slowly attaching tiny white binder clips to the lights she had strung back and forth over her lofted dorm room bed, clipping pictures of her friends and family into place so that each little bulb serves as a tiny little gallery light. The last photo in the top row had a photo of her mom and dad playing with the family dog.

Finally finished, she flopped back onto the bed, already fitted with it’s extra length sheets and her fluffy comforter. She had been decorating for almost four hours, and her side of the room was pretty much finished. She had a few posters, and pegboard with a large dry-erase calendar over her desk, where her laptop and printer were already set up. Their dormroom actually had built-in shelves over her bed, and she had already slid her textbooks in place as well as a few stuffed animals that she had decided to bring with her. Her parents had insisted that she go straight to the campus bookstore when they brought her to her new school, and it was a good thing, because her books had been insanely expensive. She had slid her drawer cabinet under her bed, and filled it with the clothes that didn’t go in her closet; mostly her underwear and socks. She had taken the advice of an online guide to moving to college for the first time and not brought any tee shirts at all; apparently there were dozens of events on campus that gave out tee shirts all the time, and before the first few weeks were over she’d have more than she knew what to do with. She also had her minifridge under the bed, and some plastic racks that had some dry food that her parents had bought her before they had hugged and kissed her goodbye and left her in her new dorm with her new roommate.

Dawn was sitting at her desk, already hard at work writing something or other. She had selected to loft her bed completely, so it was actually more like a bunk bed with nothing beneath it. She had pushed her desk and drawers under it, Which actually made the whole room look like it had a good amount of floor space. She had more posters that Kenzie did; mostly movie posters and tolkien references. Dawn was an interesting girl; she didn’t dress up much and seemed really bookish, but she had a cheeky sense of humor and a real generous spirit. She seemed like she would be a good person to room with.

“I think that’s it…” Mackenzie said, rolling onto her back on her bed, sliding her hands down her bare legs, rocking them to the side as she looked around their room. The closet doors were still open, so she could see their hanging clothes, and the plastic racks they both had set up to house their toiletries and cleaning supplies… but all in all it looked pretty good.

Dawn sat back in her chair, looking around. “Yea, I think so.” She said, nodding at her christmas light photo gallery. “That’s cute!”

Their door opened. They were all still just moving into their dorms, and everyone was leaving their rooms open while they all got to know each other. The girl that walked in was a little bit older that Mackenzie & Dawn. Hannah was a sophomore, She had met the two new roommates when they came up during orientation week while she operated the freshman outreach table for the frisbee golf club. She and Dawn got along really well right away. Privately, Kenzie wondered if they might actually be into each other. Not that she minded, she reminded herself. She was very supportive of gay rights.

“Are you guys doing anything tonight?” She asked.

Dawn looked back at Kenzie, her expression clearly asking a wordless question. She WANTED to hang out with Hannah, but she didn’t want to LOOK like she wanted to hang out with Hannah. Kenzie had actually been excited about spending her first quiet night in her newly decorated dorm room. She had never been away from her parents for that long, and this was a really big deal for her… but she liked Dawn, and wanted to do what she could to help the girl that she’d be rooming with. She smiled, and shook her head with a shrug. “I don’t think so, Hannah, what were you thinking?

Hannah smiled, pushing a hand through her thick black hair. “Not much, I was just going to hang out in my room, maybe get something to eat, have some food, smoke a little…” She said it like it was no big deal. Kenzie knew it really WAS no big deal, that most kids smoked pot at parties and whatever. She hadn’t ever done it before, but maybe this would be a good chance to try it and start figuring out how she should act when it came time to do it at a party. Dawn was already finding her purse.

Kenzie sat in her chair, getting her shoes. “That’s cool, but… I mean… I’ve never smoked before… I don’t even know where to get it.”

Hannah smiled. “It’s cool, I know a guy.”

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It wasn’t that long a walk to leave the campus. Lots of kids were out enjoying the newfound freedom of being college freshmen, and there were a lot of tables set up everywhere where upperclassmen signed up the new students for all sorts of clubs. Just like the internet had predicted… free tee shirts were everywhere. Soon, they had left the quad, and were walking past some of the outlier buildings; the maintenance staff, and the campus boiler. They crossed a busy intersection, and went past a small stretch of fast food places and liquor stores; the sort of places that thrive around a campus.

Then, they were in a small residential area. It was vaguely ramshackle; upperclassmen and grad students tended to rent small apartments or share multi-family houses, and the landlords that rented to people like that weren’t always the most scrupulous people. Lots of small, feeble lawns a peeling paint. Kenzie felt a little bit nervous… she came from a pretty suburban area in a much more egalitarian state, so areas like this made her feel uncomfortable. Soon, though, Hannah lead them to one house in particular. It was smaller than a lot of the others; a single story, and set back a little bit on it’s property so that the yard was a little bit bigger… Kenzie got the sense that the lawn had seen a few keggers over the years. They stepped up onto a poorly maintained, leaning porch with mismatched plastic lawn furniture set up next to ashtrays balancing on stacked milk crates.

Hannah stepped up and knocked on the door, smiling back at Kenzie and Dawn, neither of whom had any idea what to expect.

Move-In Day was always a bit harrowing for Damon. He had stocked up on extra product, knowing that several of his regular customers would be returning, and many of them didn't have a good weed hook-up back home. They'd be itching to get their hands on the good stuff.

Invariably, stoners tend to find each other in short order. There was always a decent number of incoming freshmen who had developed a love of the devil's lettuce in high school and were eager to find a regular, quality supply. With new faces, however, came the risk of being narc'ed out. He was well aware that the local PD had a small drug task force devoted to catching guys just like him on and around campus. He had no way of knowing if he was on their radar or not. He certainly wasn't the biggest supplier in town. If he was, he wouldn't be living in this shit hole!

So far, so good. He had good feelings about the handful of new students he had met. Unfortunately, most of them were guys. And since he had enjoyed a good deal of eye candy during his couple trips across campus that day, he was horny for some pussy.

When he got the text message from Hannah, he was thrilled. Maybe this would finally be the time they hooked up. He rarely did business out of his house, of course, but for her he was happy to make the exception. She had been a steady, loyal customer for most of the past school year, and he knew he could trust her.

He had just finished rolling up a fat joint from his freshest batch of marijuana when he heard the knock on the door. He figured it was Hannah, but he hid the plate with crushed weed and rolling papers under the coffee table anyway, and slipped the joint into his cigarette pack, before heading over to the door and looking through the peephole.

That was Hannah alright, and she brought two friends with her. Dammit, he thought. There goes that chance with her today.

He opened the door. "Hannah," Damon said with a sly grin. "You didn't tell me you were bringing friends..."

Hannah smirked back at him. "They're cool, Damon," she replied. "We all just got moved in and we really need something to help us chill out. This is Dawn, and this is Mackenzie," Hannah said, waving the two freshman girls forward a bit.

"Hi!" Dawn said, a bit awkwardly, sticking her hand out to shake his. Damon raised an eyebrow and shook it firmly.

"Nice to meet you," he said, before his gaze slid over to the blonde, Mackenzie. He looked her up and down, taking just long enough for Hannah to cough in protest to him checking the freshman out. He smirked. "She looks like a narc," Damon said, lighting a cigarette and nodding at Mackenzie, still standing in the doorway.

"She's not a fucking narc, you paranoid prick!" Hannah laughed at him, and he laughed back, stepping aside to let the girls into the house.

"I'll take your word for it," he said with a smirk. "Welcome to my humble abode, ladies."

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Mackenzie didn’t know quite what she expected, but Damon wasn’t quite it. He was much younger and better looking that she had imagined, but there was something about his eyes that gave her pause. Something that seemed uncomfortably hard. Without trying to be too obvious about it, she stepped back behind Hannah a bit as she made introductions. Dawn stepped up and shook his hand… apparently she was braver than she looked.

Then, he was looking at her. She smiled at him. “Hi,” she said, waving briefly, realizing that his eyes were traveling down her body. She reached up, pushing her hair back behind her ear, suddenly very self conscious of how much skin was exposed in the cute summery outfit that she had been so proud of when she put it together that morning.

Damon put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, nodding at her. "She looks like a narc.”

She blushed hotly at that. She KNEW she looked like a goody-two-shoes, but to have someone like Damon point it out made her hot with embarrassment. Even with Hannah vouching for her, she still knew she had a long way to go before she could pass for someone cool that knew what to do when it came to weed. Damon beckoned them inside, and Hannah went in first, followed quickly by Dawn, leaving Damon standing in the doorway, smirking at her with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at her with those unforgiving eyes. She felt a little bit of a chill at that, but she smiled at him and followed the other girls, not wanting to seem like a Narc… whatever that meant.

The living room was in roughly the same condition as the outside of the house. It had a light tan, well worn carpet that really seemed to need to be vacuumed. All the furniture seemed dated, unmatched and well worn, and the walls were largely bare, with at least one spot where something had punched through the drywall. From the front door you could see into the kitchen, with it’s mauve, peeling linoleum and faux wood cabinets. Hannah was walking past the old-fashioned CRT television sitting on a wooden cabinet in the corner, and sat in a lime green armchair, as though she was already quite familiar with the place. Kenzie wondered briefly what the story was between her and Damon, but she didn’t think there was much going on beyond her buying weed from him. Dawn moved to sit in the second armchair right next to Hannah, which meant that the only remaining seat was on the sofa, which she would clearly need to share with Damon. She sat down, pulling her purse onto her lap. She looked at Hannah, and then up at Damon as he walked into the room, rounding the coffee table.

“I’ve never actually smoked before.” She said, only afterward realizing how completely lame it was.

Dawn pulled her messenger bag off, setting it on the armchair next to her. “I have… but I’ve never bought any before.”

Hannah grinned, pulling off her hoodie, leaving her wearing a black tank top. “Aren’t they adorable?” She said, sitting forward in her chair.

Damon smirked, shutting the front door behind Kenzie after following her inside. His eyes took in her supple legs and pert backside as she headed for the couch. His gaze was appreciative, to say the least. Those shorts left little to the imagination, and his imagination quickly conjured up a vision of her bent over while he sunk his dick into her from behind.

“I’ve never actually smoked before.” Mackenzie said, and Damon chuckled at that, and then nodded towards Dawn.

"Very cute," he said in response to Hannah, his eyes leveling on Mackenzie once more as he stood in the middle of the room. "I guess it's time to break in the virgin, huh?" he asked, before looking back at Hannah and winking. He took a drag off his cigarette before clamping his lips around it. He pulled out his cigarette pack again and opened it, and produced the joint from within.

"So, this is from the newest crop," he said. "It's pretty strong. An indica and sativa blend. I can never remember the goofy names they try to give these strains." He shrugged, and set his cigarette in the ashtray and reached into a pocket to pull out the bag he had prepared for Hannah, and walked it over to her, opening it up so she could smell the potent plant. She leaned forward a bit and sniffed deeply from the open baggy.

"That smells awesome. The weed back home fucking sucks," Hannah said, looking up at Damon appreciatively. He smirked and nodded, and then turned to Dawn, offering the bag to her to smell. She was a bit more tentative, but follower Hannah's example and immediately her eyes went wide and she glanced up at Damon.

"Did you want to buy some, too?" Damon asked Dawn. She looked over at Hannah and then to Mackenzie.

"Uhm, I've only got like twenty bucks..." Dawn said.

Damon shrugged. "I can work with that," he said, handing the baggie to Hannah, who took it and gave him some cash, which he pocketed. He turned back to Mackenzie. His gaze slipped towards her bit of exposed cleavage for just a moment. "So, what do you think, Hannah, is it time to pop her cherry?"

Hannah laughed as Damon took another drag off his cigarette, blew the smoke towards the ceiling, and then snuffed it out in the ashtray. He gave Kenzie a little wink before raising the hand-rolled joint to his lips and lighting it up. With just a few short, quick puffs, he was able to get it lit properly, the pungent odor immediately filling the room. He sucked a longer hit out of it, and held it in his lungs for a long moment, savoring the taste and the smell, along with the heady, mellow rush that rolled through his mind and body, before letting the smoke out in a thin stream and finally offering the thick, smoking joint to Mackenzie with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

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"Very cute, I guess it's time to break in the virgin, huh?"

Kenzie blushed hotly, wrapping her hands around her knees as Damon winked at her smoking purposefully as he stood over both her and the coffee table, his gaze still lingering on her. She knew she’d be getting jokes about ‘popping her cherry’, but she didn’t quite think they’d be made with such deliberation. She glances at Dawn, who actually didn’t seem all that put out by it. Kenzie smiled up at him instead of saying anything about it, not wanting to be a buzzkill. Maybe you just had to smile at the jokes a drugdealer made if you wanted to get anything from them. “Ah… yea, I guess so," she offered.

He took a case out of his pocket and presented a joint, talking about what made it special. She really didn’t know that people kept track of where their pot came from, but it made sense, when she thought about it. Like wine. He passed Hannah a bag from his pocket, letting her smell it. She was clearly impressed. Kenzie looked down at her feet, feeling wildly out of her element. Dawn actually seemed more familiar with what was going on that she expected, quickly recognizing the quality of the pot and agreeing to buy some.

Honestly, Kenzie wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Obviously, she’s have to keep it in their room, which they’d both be in trouble over if it ever got found by their RA during an inspection. She didn’t want to say anything about it right now, she knew she’d come across like a jerk, Plus, she reminded herself, Dawn was probably trying to impress Hannah. It was only twenty bucks, she imagined that probably wouldn’t wind up being a lot. Still, she needed to make sure she mentioned to Dawn that she wasn’t comfortable keeping any weed in their dormroom.

Meanwhile, Hannah had paid Damon for her bad, and tucked it away in the hoodie she had set on the chair beside her. Damon was still smoking, and Kenzie realized his eyes were actually settling pretty unabashedly on her chest. She felt herself blushing, shuffling in her seat.

"So, what do you think, Hannah, is it time to pop her cherry?"

She looked up at him as Hannah laughed, more than a little nervous. “What… um…. What do I do?”

He put out his cigarette before putting it out, and winked at her as he put the joint in his mouth and lit it. He looked awfully cool doing it, but she had a sense that he KNEW how cool he looked. It only took him a second to light it, and soon the whole room was filled with the unmistakably pungent smell. Both Hannah and Dawn seemed to enjoy it, so Kenzie smiled as well, watching him. Then, he held it out to her.

She looked at her friends, then up at the drug dealer offering her a joint. This was it, this was her very first chance to try pot. She knew she wanted to be someone who was able to smoke occasionally; it was just normal. Everyone did it. She didn’t want to be some sort of prude that wasn’t able to hang out with people at parties, so it was important that she learn how to do this. She reached up, and took it, looking at her hand for a second, knowing she was holding it wrong. She tried to remember how Damon had held it, and brought it, cautiously, up to her lips.

“It’s not going to bite you, Mackie.” Dawn said with a grin.

Kenzie rolled her eyes, leaning her head into her free hand for a second. “Gah! I know, I know…. Just… okay.” She said, taking a deep breath, steeling herself. She brought it to her lips again, closing her eyes… She took a tiny little gasp, inhaling a fraction of a mouthful, holding it there, holding the joint away from her mouth so she didn’t drool on it. With a little bit of effort, she breathed in through her nose, letting it catch and pull down to her lungs, and started coughing almost immediately.

Hannah and Dawn both laughed, but it was all in good fun. Hannah covered her mouth. “Oh god, I take it back. THAT was adorable.”

Kenzie blushed beet red, covering her mouth. “Can I try again?”

With permission, she brought it to her mouth again, and took a bigger hit, this time letting her mouth fill up a bit more now that she was a little more confident that it wasn’t going to somehow burn her or something. She held out the joint again, braced herself, and took a deep inhale, letting her mouthful of smoke swell her chest outward. She covered her mouth and nose with her opposite hand… although she had no idea why… holding it for a few moments.. Before finally she coughed, and a right little billow of smoke came out of her. She dropped back in the sofa, a little overwhelmed. “*cough*... oh…. Oh god…” she said, holding out the joint to Dawn.

The girls both clapped for her. “That’s my roomie!” Dawn said, looking up at Damon.

Damon chuckled a bit, watching the hot little blonde newbie take her first puffs. There was always something incredibly visceral about introducing someone to the world of these mind-altering substances, and this particular case was proving to be no exception. Marijuana was indubitably the most benign, of course. Damon had spent a good deal of his own college years studying the effects of it and plenty of other substances.

He was happy to let her "try again," of course, and she got a much better hit on her second go before passing the joint off. There was this myth that people didn't get high their first time smoking, and it really wasn't true. Generally, the experience was so foreign that they didn't realize just how altered their state of mind was, because it was so foreign. He was certain this girl would enjoy herself. She might space out, or succumb to fits of giggles, or dance about. She might not even realize she was high, but judging by the look in her eye, something about it already resonated in her.

The joint got passed around, and they all took hits off it until it was just a tiny little roach, at which point Damon snuffed it out in the ashtray. His phone buzzed with a text message as he did; yet another regular customer looking for his wares, but one he would need to go meet up with. In spite of his stoned state, he was able to quickly set about weighing out a small amount of the leafy greens for Dawn and bagging it up for her.

That exchange was made. "So... I gotta go meet a guy," he said, and Hannah laughed.

"It's okay, Damon," Hannah said, standing up. Dawn was a little slower to get up, as she was pretty well blissed out from smoking the joint, but Hannah took her by the hand and helped her to her feet, and they shared a little giggle as Dawn stumbled a bit. Damon saw it and chuckled to himself just a bit, understanding then why he never had a chance with Hannah to begin with.

He turned to Mackenzie, and helped her to her feet. "Thanks for coming by," he said to her, his hand sliding across her lower back, across her hips, as he guided her towards the door behind her friends. Later that night, in her back pocket, she would find a plain white business card with a phone number scribbled on it...

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Once the initial awkwardness was over, passing the joint really wasn’t that complicated. She still couldn’t do it without coughing, but each time it got a tiny bit easier. She couldn’t exactly tell if it was having any effect; She had imagined it would feel a little bit like getting drunk, but she didn’t feel any of the dull haziness that always overtook her after a few glasses of wine, or a few beers. She also didn’t feel lightheaded, or spacey. To tell the truth, there didn’t seem to be ANY noticeable effects. She just felt really happy. She grinned, letting her head drop forward, and then back again, reaching up carelessly to push her hair back away from her face. Dawn seemed to find the way she did it funny, and Kenzie tried to tell her that no, she wasn’t actually feeling all that high at all, but she couldn’t quite get through it without giggling. Damon seemed to smirk at that, and she shook her head, holding her finger to her mouth as she smiled at him. “Nothing from you, mister.” she said, playfully.

Soon, the joint was all but gone. She watched him snuff it out, and then set down on the sofa next to her, carefully setting to measure out more of his pot for Dawn. She watched him work, fascinated, resting her hands on the sofa cushions on either side, letting her head lull over, as she admired the way his hands moved, her head resting against the side of Damon’s arm.

Soon, Hannah and Dawn were helping each other up, and she watched them, letting her head slide back and forth… before she realized that Damon was reaching down to her, offering her a hand up, that look on his face again. She reached out with both hands, taking his, hopping up a little quickly, looking a little playfully incredulous. “I… know what you’re thinking.” She said, pulling her purse over her shoulder. “But honestly, I just feel good.”

“If you say so,” Said Hannah, already heading toward the door.

Damon’s hand rested on her lower back, guiding her toward the door, thanking her for coming over. She smiled at him, squeezing his arm a little bit . “Thank you, Damon, it was nice to meet you!” She slipped from him, blowing him a little kiss before she hopped down his last stair, balancing along the edge of his walkway as she followed the other two back toward campus.

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Hannah had her own room in one of the upperclassmen dorms. You didn’t have to sign in, and weren’t always under the watchful eyes of the RA’s… they were free to just walk in. She had stayed there over the summer for her job, and her room was already incredibly cool; she had lots of posters of bands Mackenzie had never heard of, A full-sized futon with a vintage-looking coffee table, and a 42 inch TV for a computer monitor. She ordered pizzas and while they waited she played some music from a band she had gone to see over the summer, some amazingly cool blend of electronica and club music. Once the pizzas arrived Hannah put a movie on her big TV while we sat on her futon. She sat forward on the edge, slid back a panel on her cool coffee table and took out a neon green bong. Dawn and Kenzie both watched, enraptured, as she packed it with the pot she had bought from Damon. She passed it to Kenzie, who had to confess that she was a little bit lost. Hannah took it and demonstrated just how to use it; how to draw slowly until the whole thing was full, and then pull the stem and quickly fill your lungs with the entire contents of the bong. She held it for a second, and then exhaled, her rich billowing lungful of smoke settling dank and acrid around them. Dawn tried it first, and took her hit like a champ, turning and leaning her head on Hannah’s arm when she was done. Finally it was Kenzie’s turn. She don’t think she did as good as Dawn, but she managed to follow their instructions well enough to get a reasonably big hit, and hold it for just a few seconds…

It was the very first time she hadn’t coughed. The smoke rolled from her, tumbling over her lips and swelling outward. It seemed to go on and on. She blinked, feeling her eyes go a little limp. The sensation swelled, making her lean forward, her hair falling into her field of vision. She smiled slowly. This was a LOT of fun.

They watched Heathers, and smoked and ate pizza. Dawn curled up against Hannah. Kenzie hadn’t been around two girls that were cuddling before, but she remembered that she was a supporter of gay people, so it was okay. At one point, she found the small card with the phone number on it, and Hannah told her that Damon had slipped her his phone number. She had no idea when he would have done it, but she wasn’t exactly sure she liked the idea of him having snuck his hands onto her in a way she hadn’t noticed. Still, she kept the card.

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In the next few days, She and Dawn started their classes. They were in different programs, so they mostly saw each other in the evening, but they made a point of having either breakfast or lunch together every day. They were both away from home for the first time, and while neither of them would admit it, it was reassuring to have someone they could rely on.

The next weekend approached, and Kenzie’s head was in a bit of a spiral with her new workload. She knew that she’d need to make sure she studied if she wanted to keep ahead of her classes. Some of the kids in the dorm were headed of to some of the parties being thrown by the frat houses, but she had no desire to get mixed up in that whole train wreck. No, she’d stay in and study, and get a jump on everyone else. Dawn, of course, had gone over to Hannah’s. She had already spent a few more nights over there, but Kenzie didn’t ask about it… it wasn’t really her business what her roommate was up to, and it didn’t bother her at all, of course. But that meant she was going to be all alone for the evening.

Idly, she picked up her phone. It was Friday night, after all, maybe she’d take it easy. But what would she do, then? She thumbed through the numbers in her phone, and came to one of the new ones. She bit her lip, picking up her feet and sitting on them on her bed. She really didn’t want to give Damon the wrong idea about her; she wasn’t planning on becoming a client of his, but maybe he’s be willing to just sell her a little bit of pot, just for tonight?

She pressed ‘call’, and bit the edge of her thumb, listening to it ring.

“Hi… it’s Mackenzie? Hannah’s friend?”

She realized she had no idea how to do this.

The first week of classes at the University was just as hectic and chaotic for Damon as it was for the actual students. His new clients were sharing their weed with their friends, many of whom would be wanting their own bags. It was a good thing he had stocked up as much as he did, but he still wound up needing to get a fresh shipment earlier than expected.

Getting the weed itself and returning it to his house was the riskiest part of his whole business. He had to drive about two hours north to meet his hook-up. They always met at a different, secluded location, where the exchange was made, away from potential watchful eyes. And then he had a two hour journey back home, carrying a felonious amount. If he got pulled over by an overzealous state trooper at any point, there was a very good chance the stuff would be found and he would be back to prison, for a much longer sentence this time.

On this particular Friday, everything went smoothly. He made it safely home, and immediately set about the work of divvying up the weed by weight. He already had a number of orders to fill that evening. He didn't have time to break down the entire two pounds of weed, but managed to get a few ounces broken down into eighth-ounce bags, as well as grind up another eighth of an ounce and roll up a bunch of joints. He was just finishing up that particularly tedious task when he got the phone call from Mackenzie.

He had spent a good deal of time that week wondering if she would call. He hadn't heard from Hannah, but he recalled that it usually took her at least a couple weeks to burn through her stash. He had also spent most of his lonely late nights in bed thinking about her curves, those sexy legs and firm tits. She had been burned into his mind, and every time he jacked off imagining what could be, how she would look bent over his bed, or riding his cock, or what those lips would look like wrapped around his manhood, his desire for her grew a bit more.

He stifled a chuckle; it was obvious she was nervous and wasn't quite sure how to say what she wanted to say, over the phone. He cut the conversation short. "Tell you what, why don't you meet me on the Quad in an hour?" he suggested. That would give him time to make a couple of sales on the way over there. He had a feeling she was looking for just a little bit to enjoy her Friday night. Whether she would be willing to enjoy it with him, was yet to be determined, but he had high hopes.

He stashed some of the baggies in his old backpack, and loaded up an empty cigarette pack with a bunch of the joints. He his away the rest of his product in a hidden compartment below the floorboards in his bedroom closet; the tools of his trade, the scale, scissors, clippers, gloves, grinder, rolling papers, baggies, and everything else got tucked away in a shoebox at the top of the closet. He lit a cigarette, and headed out the door...

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"Tell you what, why don't you meet me on the Quad in an hour?"

She raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t really used to people just telling her what to do like that… but she imagined he probably tended to set the criteria of his meetings with people. It WAS an illegal business, after all. The realization made a tiny knot appear in her stomach. It was illegal, what she was trying to do. It felt pretty natural just to sit in Hannah’s room and smoke with her, but she probably needed to remember that she was about to actually break the law on her own. Best to do what Damon said… she was sure he wanted this to be as businesslike as possible.

“Y...yea, okay…” she replied, closing her book and standing up, starting to unfasten the belt on the dress she had worn that day to change her clothes. “I guess I’ll see you in an hour?”

She lifted off her dress, and slid her drawers open, finding a nice little croptop and coverall shorts. She didn’t want to wear anything weirdly conspicuous, but it was still warm out, and she wanted to take advantage of it while she could. She pulled on a pair of white sneakers, grabbed her purse, found her sunglasses, slipped on her earbuds, and tapped on spotify as she stepped out of her dorm.

It was late afternoon on a Saturday, so lots of people were on their way to parties wearing all manner of party dresses. She had actually considered doing that sort of thing, but she knew the sort of stuff that went down at that sort of thing, and she just didn’t need the drama. No, it was definitely much safer to just enjoy a little harmless pot, and have a nice evening by herself. She smiled to herself, pleased with herself for being so smart. As she crossed the wide grassy field in the middle of the quad, a small group of guys playing frisbee with their shirts off. They slowed down as she passed, and one of them smiled at her. She grinned, and waved, and they all waved back. She loved this. Loved feeling so free, and so adult. This was definitely about to be the best time of her life.

She approached the large sculpture in the middle of the Quad, and took out her phone, and held it up, snapping a quick selfie of herself with the statue in the background, and messaged it to Damon with a smiley face emoji.

Damon had kept to the periphery of the Quad, sitting alone on a bench under a tree, sunglasses on even though the sun was nearly set. With his backpack on the bench next to him, he looked like he still belonged on campus with all the other students. A couple of his regulars found him there, as planned, and their transactions were made surreptitously. Since he did most of his business out in the open, Damon had developed a number of methods of exchange involving perfectly normal looking items: soda cans and bottles, cigarette boxes, books, DVD cases, among other things, were all favorites of his. Neither the drugs, nor the money, was ever out in the open.

He spotted Mackenzie all the way across the Quad, as she approached the old statue. She was hard to miss. That blonde hair, the cute outfit, the slender curves... the girl was a knock-out, that was for sure. He wondered if he had a chance at all with her. The looks she had given him the other day, when they had met, gave him hope, and had fueled his fantasies.

She got to the statue and took a selfie, and a few moments later it arrived on Damon's phone. He chuckled as he looked at it, making sure he saved the pic to his own phone's photo roll, before responding to her message by taking a picture of her, standing over by the statue, and sending it off to her.

It didn't take long for her to figure out where he was then, and she headed over to him, and took a seat next to him after he patted the bench. He leaned towards her. "I take it you've never done this before," he said, a bit of a smirk on his face as he pulled out a cigarette pack. This pack was down to its last two smokes. He took one out and lit it, and the other he stashed behind his ear.

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Her selfie got a response in only a few moments. She looked at it for a moment, and realized it was actually a photo of her. She looked up, turning her head for a moment, trying to find where it was taken from. After just a little bit of looking, she figured it out; Damon was sitting on a bench under the large willow tree in the east Quad. She bit her lip at that; there was something a little bit creepy about the way he had done that, as though he had been watching her.

Well, she thought, he IS a little creepy. The guy is a criminal. She started walking toward him. Now she was too, although just a tiny bit. She wasn’t hurting anybody, so really, was Damon? That seemed a small comfort as she got closer to him. He was wearing sunglasses and a hoodie, sitting next to his backpack… She would never have thought he was anything but a student if she didn’t already know why he was there. A good-looking one, at that. If he sat next to her in class and started flirting with her, she might even respond. But knowing what she knew….

He patted the seat next to him, smirking at her as he took out a cigarette. "I take it you've never done this before."

She shook her head, cautiously taking a seat. She really hadn’t imagined it would be that big a deal, but now that they were in the middle of the exchange she felt intensely nervous. Could she get arrested? Just for sitting here with him? “Am I doing it all right?” She asked, taking her earbuds our and tucking them in her coverall pocket.

She tucked her foot up under her on the bench, and then wondered if it was suspicious to do it… but then, she had done it unconsciously, wouldn’t it be suspicious NOT to do it? She was overthinking this, and she knew it. Best to just do it. She reached into her pocket for the cash there, looking up at him.

“I only want a little bit, can I do that? Like, just what we had at your place the other day? How much is that?”