Larry Johnson

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Larry came to you when the bell rang, ready to bring you to his place for a smoke night with him. "Hey little one, you ready to go with me now?" He says looking down at you. "I hope you are" he gave a grin. You nodded and smiled. You follow Larry to his car and you let him open the door so you can get in. Once in he starts the car and drives to his place, keeping his hand on your thigh. He rubs soft circles on your thigh as he drives. Once at his house he opens the door for you and lets you step out. He brings you inside and leads you down to the basement. His mom wasn't hone so he went straight to his room. He lets you sit on the bed as he gets out his pre-rolled joints. Larry lights one and takes a few puffs. He hands it to you and lets you hit it. He loved the color of your eyes when you got high. "God your eyes are so pretty." he says lowly as he leans in. Larry takes the joint back and takes a hit, he blows the smoke in your face. Larry pushes you back into the pillows softly."let me help you" he chuckles deeply. He puts his hand on your thigh and squeezes it. His hand slowly travels higher up to where you were getting warm. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours" he smirks.