He takes it from my fingers, sucking smoke into his lungs and staring past me to the door. “I don’t want your sister to feel like she has to leave whenever she sees me.”
“Oh honey, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” I swing my legs from side to side.
Those dark eyes flash. “Your sassy mouth puts me in the mood to spank you.”
“Well, that’s why I do it.” I slide my pale-blue cotton nightgown up my thighs, spreading my legs.
He walks up a couple of steps before kneeling a step below me, splaying my knees wider.
I curl my fingers into the cotton of his shirt, bringing him close. “I’m in the mood to let you do whatever you want to me.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. So you’d better surprise me with something dirty and kinky.”
“I can do that.” He takes another drag off the joint, leans in, and releases the smoke from his lips to mine. It drifts from him to me and back again before our mouths come together in a passion-soaked kiss.
We kiss like it’s been years instead of hours. It’s full of a desperate hunger that reveals the truth of how deep we are. That this is no longer a game we’re playing.
I tangle my fingers in his hair and fuse my mouth to his. I love how he feels like mine.
The weed slows everything down to a dream state. The mere scent of him makes me dizzy.
Our hands grope as we press closer.
Our heads angle.
Our tongues quest.
We kiss for a ridiculously long time.
We kiss until our breathing is fast.
Until his hand has crawled under my nightgown to cup my breast.
Until I’m grinding my bare pussy against his denim-covered erection.
My head falls back as he sucks at the curve of my neck before pulling away. Breath ragged, he sits beside me.
In silence, we smoke the rest of the joint before he stubs it out and puts it in a pot of dirt I’ve been meaning to do something with but haven’t gotten around to.
My body is a mess of heat and lust, while my head feels like it’s going to float away. I giggle. “I’m, like, super high.”
He laughs. “Me too.”
We stare up into the inky, starlit sky. “Do you ever miss living in the city?”
He’s silent for a moment and I wonder if he’s going to answer, but he finally speaks. “It took me a long time of forced silence to detox from needing adrenaline like a drug. But once I did, I realized I only thought I needed it because anticipating catastrophe every second of the day was all I’d ever known. Once I understood, I stopped missing it.”
I put my elbow on my knee and rest my chin in my palm as I look at him. “What do you mean by forced silence?”
He runs a hand through my hair, pushing it off my shoulder. “At basic training, they strip you down emotionally and physically to build you back up the way they want. So when I moved here, I figured that was the best way. Sure, I lived my life. I worked, hung out with friends, and interacted with the community, but when I was at home by myself, I didn’t engage in any distractions. I worked out, read, and was silent. That’s pretty much it.”
“You didn’t watch TV? Or scroll the internet? What about porn?”
He laughs. “Nope. Nothing.”
“That’s so hard-core.”
