Reefer Magic

An excerpt from Reefer Magic

Lana reached for the hookah to take another hit. The serving boy was gone, probably for more wine. "Give us a drag," she said to Patsy.

"Where did your top go?" Patsy asked languidly.

"Shit, I don't know," said Lana. "I got hot. It's so fucking hot in here. Aren't you hot?"

Patsy looked at herself. "Fuck yeah." And she slid her shimmering dress over her head and tossed it aside. She wore nothing underneath but a G-string panty.

Lana stared at her and took a long drag. The smoke seemed to swirl inside her head and make her vision swim. Patsy was so pretty, with skin so soft and smooth. She was reaching out, leaning over. "Smoke?"

Patsy kissed her bare shoulder. "I'm so fucking high, baby...." Hand rested on Lana's knee and gently stroked the silk of her sheer harem pants.