Late Afternoon Haze

Ethan knocked on the door to Leah's bedroom. "Hey, it's me," he said. Leah opened the door, smiling. Having just finished their second year of university, both of them were happy to be on summer break.

She was wearing a tank top and short shorts that showed off her skinny frame.

"Hey Ethan, come on in," Leah said. Ethan entered and plopped down on the bed. Leah's room smelled like vanilla perfume and weed.

"I got some new stuff to smoke," Ethan said, pulling a joint out of his pocket. "It's supposed to be really good shit."

Leah sat down next to Ethan, crossing her skinny legs underneath her. "Nice," she said. "Let's spark it up."

Ethan lit the joint and passed it to Leah. She took a long hit, holding the smoke in her lungs before finally exhaling.

"Wow, that's smooth," Leah said.

Ethan took the joint back from Leah and inhaled deeply. As he held the smoke in for a moment before exhaling, he could already start to feel the weed taking effect, his senses dulling slightly as his body relaxed.

"So what have you been up to today?" Ethan asked Leah casually as he passed the joint back to her. She gladly accepted it.

"Oh you know, the usual boring stuff," Leah replied after taking another hit, smoke escaping her lips. "I tried watching some Netflix but nothing looked good. Mostly I've just been hanging around the house being lazy."

Ethan nodded. "Yeah I feel that. I was supposed to meet up with some friends today but they all bailed last minute. Not much else to do in this town during summer vacation."

Leah laughed. "Right? We need to find some better hobbies than just smoking weed in my bedroom." She glanced around the room as if searching for inspiration.

"Hey this is a great hobby," Ethan protested with a grin. "But you're right, we should get out and do something exciting soon. For now though, just chilling and smoking is pretty nice."

Ethan was starting to feel a pleasant buzz as the weed worked its magic. His whole body felt lighter, his thoughts slower but more introspective. He could tell Leah was likely feeling something similar from the way she was sunk back into her pillows, eyelids slightly lowered as she passed the joint back to Ethan. The late afternoon sunlight filtered in softly through the curtains.

Leah took another long drag from the joint, holding the smoke in her lungs before tilting her head back and blowing a stream of smoke towards the ceiling.

"Hey, random question," she said, turning her head to look at Ethan again. "Do you think insects have feelings?"

Ethan blinked, caught off guard by the strange question. The weed was really starting to hit now, making his thoughts fuzzy.

"Uh, I don't know," he said slowly. "I never really thought about it before."

Leah pursed her lips, looking up at the ceiling again contemplatively. "I think they do. Like, flies and stuff seem so panicked when you try to swat them. They must have little fly emotions."

"Huh, yeah maybe," Ethan said. He took the joint from Leah and inhaled deeply before continuing. "Here's another weird thought - do you think the government puts secret cameras in birds to spy on people?"

Leah let out a giggle, covering her mouth with her hand. "You mean like robotic pigeon drones? That would be so crazy!" Her eyes went wide with amusement.

Ethan chuckled too. "Right? I read this weird conspiracy theory online that some birds aren't real. Like they're animatronic drones that the government uses for surveillance."

"No way!" Leah exclaimed. "I could totally see that being true. Nothing would surprise me at this point." She shook her head, giggling again.

"Want to spark up another one?" she asked. "I'm feeling super chill already but I could definitely go for more."

Ethan grinned and pulled a second freshly rolled joint from his pocket. "Way ahead of you," he said. He lit it up and the smell of weed soon filled the room once more.

Ethan handed the freshly lit joint to Leah. She took a long drag and passed it back, breathing out a stream of smoke with a contented sigh.

"Mmm this stuff is really mellow," she said. "My whole body is tingling."

"Yeah this is some top shelf bud for sure," Ethan agreed. He inhaled deeply from the joint, the hot smoke filling his lungs.

Leah chuckled sleepily. "Imagine if aliens are already living among us. They could shapeshift to look human and blend in."

Ethan squinted his eyes, picturing strange creatures hiding behind normal human faces. "Yeah, I bet there's a ton of aliens at our school. Mr. Jenkins is totally an alien."

They both laughed at the absurd idea of their strict math teacher being an extraterrestrial in disguise. "Oh my god, that would explain so much!" Leah said. "I bet that's why he's always lecturing us about focuses on math. It's an alien plot!"

Leah shifted her position so she was now lying down, her head resting in Ethan's lap. She gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes as he took another hit. Smoke curled lazily from his lips.

"For sure," Ethan said, taking another hit off the joint before handing it down to Leah. "They want to take over the world by improving our math scores. It's diabolical."

Leah exhaled a stream of smoke upwards as she laid across Ethan's lap, her legs dangling off the side of the bed.

"What if ghosts are real but they're just invisible...and they walk through walls and stuff because they're in another dimension?" she mused, her voice languid from the weed.

Ethan looked down at Leah's face resting against his thigh. Her eyelids were low and her lips curled into a faint smile. He found his eyes lingering on her petite frame laid out in his lap.

"Yeah, that makes sense," Ethan replied after taking another long hit. "And what if the ghost dimension overlaps with ours like radio frequencies...so sometimes the signals get crossed and we hear weird ghostly voices or whatever."

"Ooh spooky!" Leah giggled. "Imagine ghosts watching you get undressed and you don't even know it. Pervy ghosts."

She wiggled her body lightly across Ethan's legs in a silly reenactment of ghostly antics. The subtle friction of her movements against his lap sent a tingle up Ethan's spine.

Ethan passed the joint back to Leah. "Yeah, ghost pervs for sure," he said with an awkward chuckle. "We gotta start wearing ghost repellent undies."

Leah burst out laughing, nearly dropping the joint. "Ghost repellent undies!!" she exclaimed. "We could make a fortune selling those."

Her body shook with laughter across Ethan's lap. He shifted his position slightly, her writhing motions starting to have an effect on him. Ethan laughed along nervously, taking the joint for another long drag to calm his nerves.

Leah let out a contented sigh as her giggles subsided, nuzzling her face against Ethan's leg. "Mmm...your lap makes a good pillow," she murmured drowsily.

Leah took another lazy hit from the joint, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of the smoke filling her lungs. As she exhaled and passed the joint back to Ethan, she felt his fingers begin to lightly brush against the exposed skin of her belly where her tanktop had ridden up a bit.

The soft, tentative touches sent pleasant tingles across her skin. Leah didn't say anything, not wanting him to stop. She wondered if Ethan was even fully aware that he was doing it as he casually kept talking.

"I read online that some people think the pyramids were built by time travelers," Ethan said as he took a hit. His fingers continued their gentle caresses along Leah's midriff. "Like what if the government has a secret time machine and they sent people back to build the pyramids just to mess with history?"

Leah murmured in agreement, enjoying his conspiratorial theories as she focused on the feeling of his fingers. She shifted her position slightly, allowing her tank top to ride up a bit more and expose more of her belly.

Ethan's touches grew a little less tentative, his fingers tracing delicate patterns across Leah's silky smooth skin. The combination of his light caresses and the weed flowing through her veins made Leah feel utterly relaxed and tingly all over.

Leah's hand lightly drifted across Ethan's thigh as she shifted her position in his lap, still listening to his silly conspiracy theories. Ethan's words trailed off momentarily as her delicate fingers brushed dangerously close to the bulge that was starting to form along his inner thigh.

He tried to play it cool and keep talking normally, but there was no denying the effect her absentminded caresses were having on him. Ethan was growing increasingly aroused by her subtle touches combined with the feeling of her petite body laid out across his legs.

Leah was only half-aware of what she was doing, her inhibitions lowered by the weed flowing through her system. She enjoyed the intimacy of their position and how nice Ethan's hands felt caressing her exposed skin. Her wandering fingers continued to explore his thighs, unconsciously seeking more physical connection.

Leah sighed softly as Ethan's fingers caressed along her smooth belly, sending pleasant tingles across her skin. The subtle friction of his touches was deeply relaxing.

"Mmm...that feels nice Ethan," Leah murmured. "Keep doing that."

Encouraged by her words, Ethan grew bolder with his caresses.

Leah let out a contented sigh as Ethan's fingers lightly trailed along the bare skin of her midriff under her ridden up tanktop. His touches soothed and excited her simultaneously. She kept her eyes closed, focusing on the delicate sensations.

Ethan tried to keep the conversation going normally, but he was utterly distracted by the feeling of Leah's silky skin under his fingers tips. His caresses along her belly grew a bit less tentative as Leah subtly arched her back, pressing against his hand.

"Yeah, the pyramids are pretty mysterious," Ethan said vaguely. "Who really knows how they were built..."

His conspiratorial musings trailed off as Leah shifted her position again, causing the hem of her tanktop to ride up further. Ethan traced his fingers along the newly exposed skin, tickling her belly button.

Leah giggled softly at the light touches, wiggling against Ethan's lap. The friction caused Ethan to stiffen slightly, but he tried to maintain his composure. Leah seemed oblivious, lost in the pleasant sensations of being caressed.

Leah's breathing quickened at the new sensations, but she made no move to stop him. Her hand continued to unconsciously wander along Ethan's thigh, occasionally brushing against his hardening dick, barely aware of it.

Ethan's fingers continued to lightly caress Leah's smooth belly as they chatted aimlessly. The weed had lowered both their inhibitions. Leah squirmed pleasantly against Ethan's lap, giggling at his silly conspiracy theories.

"What if clouds are actually alien ships in disguise?" she mused. Her fingers absentmindedly stroked Ethan's thigh, occasionally grazing his hardening bulge.

Ethan shivered at her touches, trying to stay nonchalant. He let his fingers wander under the hem of Leah's tank top, gently stroking the sensitive skin of her lower abdomen. Leah inhaled sharply but didn't protest.

"Yeah, maybe they're like...camouflaged spaceships," Ethan replied vaguely, distracted by the silky feel of Leah's bare skin under his fingertips. He traced delicate circles around her bellybutton, making her shiver.

Leah sighed and arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against Ethan's teasing hand. She didn't realize her face was now right next to the bulge of Ethan's hardening erection.

Ethan tried to stay focused on their conversation, but his mind kept wandering to the petite girl laid out across his lap. Her little tank top had ridden up, fully exposing her smooth belly. Feeling emboldened, Ethan's fingers trailed further upwards, gently grazing the bottom curve of Leah's braless breasts.

Leah let out a small gasp at the new sensation, her back instinctively arching. Ethan froze for a moment, worried he had gone too far. But Leah said nothing, simply watching him through half-lidded eyes. Taking this as permission to continue, Ethan brushed his fingertips along the soft flesh of Leah's perky tits. Even over the thin fabric of her tank top he could feel their shape and stiffness of her nipples.

"What if the government is putting mind control drugs in the water supply?" Ethan murmured, trying to return to their conspiracy conversation. But his focus was entirely on the feeling of Leah's petite breasts under his light caresses.

Leah responded with an "Mmhmm..." too distracted by his touches to really process what he had said. She could feel her nipples stiffening against the inside of her tank top as Ethan gently stroked and squeezed her sensitive tits. She closed her eyes, savoring the delicate friction of his fingers through the thin cotton fabric.

She nuzzled her face against his thigh, inhaling his masculine scent.

As she shifted position, Leah suddenly became aware of the growing bulge barely an inch from her face. In her relaxed, half-dazed state, she let her hand wander along his inner thigh. Her movements were languid, almost unconscious.

Ethan inhaled sharply as her drifting fingers made feather-light contact with the stiff shaft outlined against his pants. But he remained motionless, not wanting to discourage her hazy exploration.

Leah allowed her fingertips to trace delicate patterns along the length of his confined erection. She could feel it swell and throb under her unhurried touch. Ethan's thighs tensed but he didn't pull away.

Growing bolder, Leah grasped his hard bulge and gave it a slow, gentle squeeze. She heard Ethan let out a quiet grunt. In her weed-induced haze, she nuzzled her cheek against the throbbing shaft, feeling its heat through the fabric.

"Mmm...you smell good," she murmured absently, her warm breath caressing Ethan's swollen manhood. Her hand lazily grasped and rubbed along the stiff bulge.

Ethan continued gently stroking and squeezing Leah's perky breasts through the thin fabric of her tank top. Her nipples were stiff and visible through the cotton material. Leah let out soft breaths and murmurs of pleasure, encouraging Ethan's caresses.

"That feels really nice," she sighed, arching her back to press more firmly into Ethan's fondling hand.

Ethan brushed his thumbs over her erect nipples, eliciting a gasp from Leah. He gave her stiff buds a delicate pinch, sending tingles of arousal through her body. Leah was losing herself in the pleasurable sensations.

Growing bolder, Ethan slid his hands under Leah's tank top, pushing the fabric up to fully expose her petite breasts. Her puffy areolas were a light pink and contrasted beautifully with her fair skin. Ethan cupped the soft mounds in his palms, gently squeezing and massaging them.

Leah's face remained nuzzled near Ethan's crotch as she continued languidly grasping and rubbing the stiff bulge of his erection through the fabric of his shorts. Ethan's breathing grew heavier, punctuated by occasional soft grunts of pleasure at her unhurried caresses.

Emboldened by his subtle reactions, Leah began planting feathery kisses along the pronounced shaft outlined under his shorts. She mouthed along its rigid length, dampening the fabric with her warm breath. Her lips traced the ridge of Ethan's swollen cockhead through the thin cotton material.

Ethan leaned back on one hand while still fondling Leah's exposed breasts with the other. He groaned quietly as she planted wet open-mouthed kisses up and down his throbbing bulge. The sensations were maddening but he didn't want to rush her.

Leah gripped the waistband of Ethan's shorts and slowly tugged them down, exposing the stiff appendage underneath. Ethan's hard cock sprung free, thick and rigid. Leah wrapped her dainty fingers around the shaft and gave it a few testing strokes and squeezes.

Leah lifted her head, peering up at Ethan through hazy, half-lidded eyes.

"Mmm...why are you getting so hard?" she murmured drowsily, giving his rigid cock a lazy squeeze.

Ethan inhaled sharply at her direct question, thrown off guard. "Oh uh...I guess it just feels nice," he admitted awkwardly.

Leah blinked slowly as she processed his words, her mind foggy from the weed. She absentmindedly stroked his swollen shaft, feeling its hardness and heat against her palm.

"That's kind of weird though, isn't it?" she said vaguely. "We're just friends..."

Her unhurried caresses along his dick never ceased despite her confusion. Ethan bit his lip, trying to maintain composure as her hand slid up and down his sensitive skin.

"But it feels kinda nice too..." she murmured, her slender fingers languidly tracing along the length of his rigid shaft.

"Yeah...it does feel good," Ethan agreed quietly. His own hands still gently fondled Leah's exposed breasts as he reclined back on the bed.

Leah nuzzled her face against Ethan's thigh, planting soft kisses along his sensitive skin. Her warm breath tickled his rigid shaft.

"Can I keep touching it?" she asked, giving his cock a delicate squeeze. "I wanna see what happens..."

Ethan swallowed hard but managed a faint nod. Leah's curious nature emboldened her, even through the fog of intoxication. She wrapped her fingers around his thick hardness and began stroking with languid, experimental motions.

Ethan groaned under his breath, muscles tensing as Leah increased pressure, all while observing his reactions through half-closed eyes. She seemed fascinated by the way his cock swelled and throbbed under her unhurried caresses.

"It's so hard but the skin is soft," she murmured absently. Leah continued her lazy strokes along Ethan's rigid length. Clear beads of fluid leaked from the tip, lubricating her efforts.

Ethan clenched his jaw, trying to maintain control under her teasing touches. "Y-yeah...feels really good..." he grunted.

Leah giggled softly, pleased by his reactions. She kept one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft while using the other to gently massage his swollen balls. Ethan's thighs tensed, pleasure building in his core.

Their conversation trailed off into low groans and contented sighs as they explored each other's bodies. Ethan's hands returned to Leah's perky breasts, thumbs circling her stiff nipples.

Leah's strokes along Ethan's rigid cock slowed as she lifted her head, blinking lazily.

"Mmm...I'm getting hungry," she murmured in a dazed tone.

Ethan swallowed, trying to gather his lust-addled thoughts. "Oh, uh, we could order a pizza or something..." he suggested weakly.

Leah shook her head, nuzzling back against his thigh. "No, I want something quicker," she sighed. Her warm breaths tickled Ethan's sensitive tip.

Before he realized what was happening, Leah's tongue flicked out to lap delicately at the clear beads of fluid leaking from his swollen cockhead. Ethan inhaled sharply at the sudden wet sensation.

"O-oh, fuck..." he groaned under his breath.

Leah glanced up at him with a languid smile. "Yummy," she absently exclaimed before wrapping her lips around his throbbing head and giving a soft suck.

Ethan's eyes slid shut as Leah's hot mouth engulfed him. Her tongue swirled slow circles, lapping up his salty essence. She suckled the tip for a moment before taking more of his rigid length into her mouth.

"Mm, that's good..." she mumbled around his thick cock.

Leah bobbed her head lazily, one hand still stroking Ethan's saliva-slick shaft. He clenched the bedsheets, immersed in intense pleasure yet trying not to climax too soon.

Leah let out a muffled moan as she continued suckling Ethan's throbbing cock. The vibrations of her voice sent tingles through his rigid flesh.

Emboldened, Ethan slid his hand down Leah's slender frame until he reached the hem of her shorts. He toyed with the waistband momentarily before slipping his fingers underneath the fabric.