Someone keeps stealing my weed!

This is a true story from my degenerate college days.

In college, I was a stoner. A big stoner. It was all I did and of course when I moved out of the dorms I found others like me to live with. We had a 5 bedroom house and all of us were major potheads. I was about 19 at the time, as were most of my housemates. It was myself, 3 guys, and a girl. Her name was Melissa, she was this stick thin alt girl with more drama than a high school theatre club. At parties she’d wear the most revealing clothes and tease us like crazy. All of us guys wanted her bad but she played hard to get. I think she liked being the center of attention in a house full of guys. She never wore a bra and loved to tease us when she heard one of us jacking off.

Anyway, after she moved in I started noticing I was running out of weed faster than I usually did. In my head I just figured I was smoking more than usual and didn’t put it together right away. Eventually I realized someone had to be taking from my stash. Not a lot, but enough to notice. I knew the guys well and they all bought more pretty regularly, but I never seemed to see Melissa hitting up a plug. I had a feeling it was her but I had no proof. So I decided to lay a trap. I waited for a day the guys were all at work or school, it was just me and Melissa in the house. I got ready like I was going to class and shouted down the hall that I was leaving. Melissa came out and gave me a hug. She was short and I’m tall so she had to stand on her tippy toes to reach me. She was always so touchy but such a tease. Her hair was messy and I could see her nipples through the tight tank top she was wearing. There was a mischievous smile on her face as I left, I was even more certain now it was her that had been stealing my weed.

I left the house and snuck around back, going back into my room through the sliding door that connected my room to the backyard. I tried to be quiet as possible. I’d left my jar of bud on my desk, in plain view. I stood by the closet where she’d have to come into my room before she’d be able to see me. And sure enough, moments later the door opened and Melissa walked in going straight for the weed.

“Whatcha doing?” I said. She jumped and spun around, stammering something about going to the backyard.
“I thought you left for class!” She said, her face getting red.
“Someone’s been taking my weed and looks like I found out who it is”
“No, I was just going outside!” She was starting to get upset.
“Come on Melissa, it’s clearly you. You know you could’ve just asked” I said, I was starting to get upset now. I had a feeling it had been her but knowing for sure was different. What else had she done in my room when I wasn’t around?
“I’m sorry I just needed some and didn’t think you’d notice”

I left the room to cool my head. I was more upset than I thought I would be. She followed me, apologizing and pleading her case. I didn’t want to hear it. I went to the garage, to the backyard, back into the living room. She followed me the whole time pestering me with apologies and asking what she could do to make it right. I was pissed, she broke that trust and I wasn’t sure I could look at her the same again. She looked up at me, eyes big, pleading asking how I could forgive her. The idea came into my head and I smiled down at her.

“Suck my cock and we’re even”
“Seriously?!” Her mouth opened in surprise. I didn’t expect her to agree, but I wanted to test how much of a tease she was.
“You have to make it up to me somehow. No one else has to know”

She stared at me for a long moment then nodded, a smile crossing her face.

“I know you need it, you haven’t gotten laid the entire time I’ve lived here” she said mischievously. It was true, and I hated that she knew it.

She put her hands on my chest and looked up into my eyes as she slowly knelt down. On her knees in our messy living room she unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans down. She rubbed my dick through my boxers. My heart was racing, I couldn’t believe she actually agreed. My dick was still soft and small and I saw a look of disappointment cross her face for a second.

“It gets bigger just-“ I started to say but she cut me off,
“Shut up” Melissa said as she pulled my boxers down and wrapped her hand around my cock.

She started stroking it and I started getting harder. I’m a grower not a shower. It started out all of an inch or two, but as she got to work I saw her surprise as it became fully stiff at around 5 inches. I put my hand on her head, grabbing her dark hair and pushed her mouth onto it. Finally after months of letting her tease me and fantasizing about this I was finally getting it. She sucked my cock like her life depended on it. To this day that was the best head I’ve ever had. She wrapped her lips around my cock tight, her tongue playing with my tip. Her head bobbed back and forth going up and down the entire length while her fingers teased my balls. I reached down to cup her tits and pinch her nipples. She moaned around my cock. Melissa pulled back, stroking me with one hand while she pulled her top down with the other. I finally got to see her perfect little titties she loved to flaunt around us. She kept stroking me, faster and faster, as I pinched her nipples. She shoved my cock back in her mouth and sucked me hard and fast.

“Oh god Melissa, I’m gonna cum” it felt so good. She sat back in her knees below me, pretty face staring up at me breathing hard with saliva dripping from her lips. She scooted closer, stroking me while sucking on my balls. She stroked faster and faster until I started to squirm. She unleashed my cumshot across her face. It went across her cheek and she had to close one eye, she kept stroking and I came hard onto her tongue. She swallowed then licked me clean. She wiped her face with her hand, licking the cum off her fingers.

“Wow you really did need that” she said laughing.
“I guess you know what you need to do when you want weed now” I told her.

She laughed again, kissed me on the cheek and walked down the hallway. With the door still open she stripped naked and started the shower.

She never stole from me again after that, but I did have to start buying a lot more weed.