It was evening, the sun hadn't quite set yet but it would soon. She was lounging on the couch, her long legs stretched in front of her crossed at the ankles. She had on baby blue shorts that barely covered her ass and a t-shirt that was just a size too big. He had gone out of his way to make sure she felt comfortable and at home since her arrival. It worked and any remaining nerves had melted within the first few days.
On her lap sat a tray with green buds of a decent Sativa strand broken up. Crystals sparkled on top a bright green pile of powdered plant matter. She packed the herb into a bowl and waited for him.
A few minutes later he joined her, his hair was damp from the shower and tousled in a way that she found adorable and sexy at the same time. He was in a t-shirt and jeans. He turned on some music to fill the spaces between their conversation, not that there were many. She offered him a lighter and the bowl with a smile.
He took both and lit the bowl. Bowls being a little harsher to hit it was no surprise to her when he choked. She offered him a drink she had grabbed for this occurrence. He offered her a smile between coughs. Once he took a few gulps of water he handed the pipe back to her and quickly pulled his t-shirt off. She giggled putting the bowl to her lips and lighting it, inhaling deeply and holding it before letting the smoke slip out through her lips.
"Show off." He muttered light heartedly at her. He took his turn and this time didn't choke.
Back and forth they passed each hit until the herb was nearly gone. She took a big hit and leaned into him, he understood and pressed his mouth to hers while she blew the smoke to him. Her mouth moved gently against his as he inhaled and when she had exhaled all she had, she gave him a quick kiss and pulled back. He gave her a smirk.
As the high settled in, and they talked about all the mysteries of the universe, she settled her legs across his lap. He immediately started to stroke his fingers up and down her bare skin. She took notice his fingers stopped at the hem of her shorts every time. It was frustrating as she desired his touch the more he gave it to her.
"I'm going to get a refill." He said standing up and going to get another drink, cotton mouth is a bitch.
Once out of the room she stood and wiggled out of her shorts and sat back down. When he came back in he stopped and gave her a teasing smile as he scanned her legs up to the mound that was covered in pink cloth.
He sat down and pulled her into his lap. All pretenses were gone, they had talked about it before she needed to be able to touch him while her senses were high like this. He reached up and cupped her cheek, she smiled and kissed his palm biting it a little. When she leaned forward to press her lips to his they melted together.
Slowly and sensually their mouths danced together. Fleeting flicks of tongue here and there, a nibble, a gentle suck to the bottom lip. His hands found their way to her breasts, with deft fingers he unhooked her bra and pulled it out from beneath her shirt. He reached back up and traced his fingertips along her breasts before gripping them, massaging them roughly then back to gentle touches. She was breathless.
