Couple in the Forest – Image credit; Shahzin Shajid @ Unsplash

Hand in hand, the two ran quickly and quietly from the main house until they were far enough away to feel safe. By now it had gotten quite foggy and they had trouble seeing, which was okay; if they couldn’t see then they couldn’t be seen. They slowed down to a walk and then found a secluded spot where they could be alone.

Daphne plopped herself onto the soft, thick blanket of moss, pulling Henry down with her. They laughed, then remembered this was all hush-hush. “Shh” they both said, giggling, fingers pressed against their lips. “We could get in serious trouble if we’re caught” Henry warned.

They had been waiting for weeks for this chance to be alone and now that it was here they were both feeling a bit nervous and unsure; it was, after all, the first time for both of them. But they were determined.

“So, were you able to, you know, get some?” Daphne asked shyly yet excited, wide eyes staring at Henry. 

“Yeah” Henry replied, “but it was more difficult than I thought. I drove to Pelham and tried to buy some there but no luck. I saw a vending machine in a 711 but it was empty.”

“So where’d you get them?” Daphne asked, engrossed in Henry’s story.

Henry lowered his voice and whispered conspiratorially “In my father’s nightstand” and he softly laughed while Daphne gasped and put her hand over her mouth.

Won’t he miss them?” Daphne asked, concern in her voice.

“Nah, he had a whole bunch and I only took a couple so he probably won’t even notice. I was surprised to find them; I didn’t think he and my mom did it anymore.”

Daphne looked deeply into Henry’s eyes and whispered “I’m ready. Are you?”

“Definitely. I think we’re the only ones of all our friends who haven’t done it” and the twosome drew a little closer. 

I can’t wait to see what it feels like” Daphne said softly as Henry reached deep into his jean’s. 

They got comfortable on the mossy blanket and Henry slowly took it out. Daphne laid back and whispered “I want you to put it in my mouth, Henry, just like they do in the movies” and Henry smiled. He withdrew one packet and carefully opened the foil wrapper. His hands were shaking a bit but tonight was the night and nothing was going to stop them.

Daphne stroked it lightly, enjoying the feel of her fingers around it, excited by the new sensation in her mouth.

Remember, nice and slow at first, ok Daphne?” Henry said and she nodded slightly.

Henry leaned closer and struck a match, igniting the joint in Daphne’s mouth. She took a drag and immediately began to choke and cough. Handing her a bottle of water, Henry took the joint from Daphne and took a drag. He, too, convulsed in a fit of coughing.

I think we need to take smaller hits, Henry. At least that’s what I’ve heard” Daphne suggested and it didn’t take long before they got the hang of it.

They smoked about half the joint and Henry started laughing. Daphne had no idea what was so funny but she started laughing, too. Before they knew it they were rolling round on the moss laughing hysterically. Henry managed to get the words out while gasping for air. “My parents are still getting high!” 

Daphne thought that as the funniest thing she’d ever heard and coughed out the words “Yeah, and they tell us not to”. The two sixteen-year-olds laughed and made little snorting noises as they shared a few more hits off the joint. “You stole your father’s stash” squealed Daphne, barely able to talk straight. And they cracked up again.

When the hysteria died down a bit, Daphne asked “Jeez, Henry, I’m starving. You got anything to eat?”

“Oh, shit. No, I got nothing and I’m hungry, too” Henry mumbled. “Let’s go back to the house. They must be serving dessert by now. But be very quiet and remember to act naturally.”

“Yeah, I’m cool” Daphne slurred. 

And the two somehow found their way back to the house, stumbling and giggling the whole time. They were acting anything but natural.

NAR © 2022

Written in response to: Sadje’s What Do You See – #155

31 thoughts on “ACT NATURALLY”

  1. Well, Nancy, I don’t think we’ve met, but any friend of KL and all.
    I decided to try one of your stories out because story telling is what I do too, and wow – you really had me going . What kind of blog did I stumble across?
    So you really got me to with this twist. Well done.
    In return for your great story, I offer you one of mine produced for one of KL’s photos.
    Regardless – this was a fun and, um, stimulating read.

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    1. Well, hi yourself, Gary. Uber pleased you decided to try one of my stories on for size and delighted you enjoyed it and my blog. I try, I really try to entertain my readers and myself; it’s nice to be acknowledged for my efforts. I followed the link to your site (nicely done, BTW) and you’ll see my comments on “The Inductee” there. Sorry I didn’t see your comment here until just now; been down with the flu and am playing catch up. Your comments made the wait worthwhile. Thank you! 🐘


    1. Well I hope I didn’t keep you dangling halfway through, Keith! That was just me trying to be clever. Glad you liked it! I apologize for not responding sooner; as I just explained to another reader, I’ve been down with the flu and just getting around to catching up with all comments. Thanks for taking the time to drop a line. 🐘


    1. Lovely to hear from you KK and I apologize once again to one and all for being tardy with my responses. I’ve had the flu this week and am just now catching up on comments. Appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. I’m waiting for someone to quote Bill Clinton about not inhaling; that would make my day! Thanks again, KK! 🐘

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      1. Thank you, Nancy, for your kind response. Hope you feel okay now. As regards Bill Clinton, I think it was 30 years back, when he was young. I don’t know whether he has suffered a relapse.

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  2. Okay, first, I thought you were talking about something very different than joints when you mentioned what Henry found in his father’s drawer and what Daphne was eager to know how it felt.

    Now with that out of the way, I remember the first time I got really stoned many years ago and I kept thinking to myself “act naturally” when my friend, who I got stoned with, and I were headed out to meet up with some other friends. What I didn’t realize, though, was that I wasn’t just thinking that, I kept saying it out loud. One of the friends we met up with said, “Why do you keep saying that?” I looked at him and asked, “saying what?” He said, “You keep saying ‘act naturally’ over and over again.” Oops!

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