Chapter 1: Introduction
Sam's apartment was a man's sanctuary, a getaway from the deafening cacophony of the eternal city's manic traffic. Perched on the third floor of an apartment complex crouching in the inner recesses of Queens, it had become Jae's unlikely refuge from nagging thoughts of her boyfriend and the hideous fights they were both spectacularly skilled in instigating.
Entering Sam's apartment for the umpteenth time felt just as cozy and welcoming as the first. The walls within were painted an easy-going light gray, a stark yet calming contrast to the manicured riot of rooftop gardens visible beyond the balcony outside. Wicker furniture adorned the balcony, and potted plants scattered about breathed life into the subtle urbanity of Sam's design-centric taste.
Sam greeted Jae with an easy smile, \`Hey there, you.
Glad you could make it!\` he said, rising from his chair, his eyes taking in the tense set of Jae's shoulders and the strained look on her face.
Jae responded with a slight, tired smile of her own, \`Hey,\` she replied, breezing past him to the open balcony space, \`Mind if I smoke?\`
Sam shook his head, ambling to a cabinet, and produced two glasses, which he filled with an amber liquid, \`I dug out some of that Glenfiddich you like.
I think we could both use a drink.\`
The perfect ice breaker to chip away at the coldness bubbling under the surface. Jae smiled, genuinely this time, and gratefully accepted, her hands wrapping around the glass and absorbing the familiar, comforting warmth.
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A joint was produced and shared between them. Sam carefully lit it, inhaled, and then passed it to Jae, who followed suit.
As they smoked, a comfortable silence settled over them, enveloping them in the calm embrace of a friendship that defied time and defied boundaries.
Jae spoke first, breaking the tranquil silence, \`You remember that time we spent the weekend at your parent's beach house?\`
Sam nodded, chuckling at the memory, \`Yeah, that was a crazy weekend,\` he reminisced, recalling the wild, uninhibited moment they'd shared, entwined in each other's arms as they watched the waves crash against the shore.
His voice trailed off, recalling the long, lingering kisses they had shared, the way their bodies had melded together in a dance as old as time. Yet, life had intervened, as it often did, and their dance had been cut short, leaving them to resume their steps as friends instead of lovers.
Jae continued, her voice tinged with nostalgia, \`We had some crazy times back then,\` she agreed, drawing on the joint and holding the smoke in her lungs before releasing it slowly, thoughtfully.
As Sam took another hit from the joint, he noticed something different about it, something far stronger than he was used to.
“Oh yeah, sorry forgot to tell you, they only had infused joints at the store, looks like we’re not going anywhere tonight!” Chuckled Jae , slyly revealing the reasoning behind the unexpected feeling of intoxication as they puffed away on the disturbingly strong marijuana.
Sam, surprised and slightly alarmed at the intensity of the experience, had little time to react, as the waves of euphoria washing over them fast-tracked their casual conversation towards an unexpectedly intimate terrain, blurring the lines between friendship and longing.
\`Wow, this is intense,\` Sam muttered, breaking the somewhat heavy silence that had settled over them, unable to suppress the vulnerable undertone in his confession.
“Can I be honest about something really mean?” Jae asked , her voice steady and earnest. Her slightly glazed eyes made it clear that the powerful marijuana was playing its part, wearing down the walls that they had both worked so hard to erect.
Sam hesitated for just a moment, sensing the impending honesty that had been simmering just below the surface since she arrived. \`Yeah,\` he finally answered, turning towards her, his own eyes revealing his vulnerability. \`Of course. You always have been.\`
Jae took a deep breath, letting the intoxicating smoke swirl in her chest before releasing it slowly.
“I miss how horny you and I were back then, Kyle is so nice but… he never gets carried away with fucking like we used to, I remember us losing entire days to a particularly horny mood.”
“I think Kyle’s friend is trying to fuck him too. I think that’s why we fought over something so dumb and pointless, I just knew he would understand.” Jae uttered as she puffed away on the joint.
The marijuana worked its magic, shattering the fragile veneer guarding their hidden desires. The words lingered in the air like the wafting smoke of their shared vice, leaving both of them in a state of scandalized awe.
Sam, caught off guard, couldn't help but react to Jae's sudden vulnerability. \`What are you saying, Jae?\` he half-asked, half-begged, still reeling from the shock. His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to break free from its cage.
“Like, I know I’m still hot… at least I’m pretty sure, Kyle never compliments me, not even with these AMAZING tiddies.” She pulled her shirt down to reveal her deep cleavage in her sundress , her heart-shaped face with her plump lips forming a mischievous smile.
Sam stared at her, feeling both entranced and awkward, as his eyes darted between her smoldering gaze and her exposed cleavage.
“Fuck, Jae, I uhm,” he muttered, the words spilling from his mouth clumsily, “I don’t know what to say.”
Jae laughed softly, reaching over to squeeze his hand reassuringly.
“See? I still got it. I can still make you shut down completely” Jae laughed.
Her fingers tracing along Sam's arm, causing goosebumps to rise along his skin. Her fingers linger for a moment, and she squeezed his bicep. “ inciting a boy like you to lose your cool is part of the fun after all, isn’t it?” Jae asked, a glint of mischief sparkling in her eyes.
Sam, dumbfounded and slightly flustered, struggled to form a coherent response. He felt his heart race as Jae's words and touch set his imagination alight.