Forbidden Fruit

I roll the second joint and fish for my Pierre Cardin lighter in my pockets. When I find it, I light the end, and after a quick inhale through the filter, I let the smoke fill up my lungs. I focus on the tendrils of smoke hanging in the air above me while I let the THC float into my bloodstream. As soon as I feel the drug flowing freely through my body, I close my eyes and surrender myself completely to the feeling: I lose touch with my surroundings and retreat to a safe space inside my mindscape. 

When I open my eyes, I catch Theo watching me closely. My heart jumps a little bit, but I ignore it and break eye contact with him before someone notices. Theo is my brother Michael’s university friend and Michael would kill both of us if we ever hooked up.

Smoking always makes me horny, and the tension between Theo and me is driving me crazy. I don't know what it is about getting high that gets my blood pumping but it awakens the most primal sexual urges in me. My ears get really hot, and my nipples get hard. I start playing out erotic fantasies in my head of steamy make-outs and violent orgasms that crack the sky open and bring reverberating roars of thunder. I get incredibly wet and have to cross my legs.

"You going to smoke it alone or share it with the rest of us?" Vicky asks with her hand out, breaking the spell Theo had me under. I mumble a sorry and pass it to her. We settle into silence as the drugs start to take effect.

"Shit, Rayla. This is a good blunt," someone murmurs.

I just nod and let myself melt into my seat. Everything is quiet except for the mellow music playing in the background, which I had not noticed until this moment. Theo scoots closer to me so that our legs are touching. The small connection tethers me to him, grounding me at the moment as we feed off each other’s energy. The drugs keep my heart from racing right out of my chest like Wile E. Coyote running through a wall. 

The rest of the world has faded away, and my thoughts are focused solely on the euphoric feeling. We pass the blunt around until it's finished. I can see everything around me in a haze. The feeling of calm settles down inside me, and I find my muscles relaxing against the leather seat. All my worries seem to fade as I disappear inside a safe place in my mind.

When I come to, I scan the room. Theo and I are the only ones left.

"Where did everyone go?" I ask. He looks at me.

"They left. Naomi and Michael passed out in their room upstairs.”

I lay back against the couch and let my neck rest on the edge, looking up at the ceiling again. "So it's just us?" I turn my head to face him and raise my eyebrow.

"Just us," he smirks at me. With our faces so close to each other, I can't help but wonder if he's feeling the same level of desire coursing through my veins. Nerves keep me from making a move. We watch each other closely, both trying to anticipate the other’s vibe. I study his long face, tracing his distinct facial features with my eyes: I see a faint but visible scar above his left eyebrow; his large, piercing brown eyes. I think about how I’d like to feel what looks like two-day-old stubble between my thighs while he goes down on me. I take a deep breath, trying to regain my composure but I start wondering what his large hands would feel like wrapped around my throat or pinning my hands above my head. I fantasize about raking my fingernails down his large back while he fucks me hard and fast. The tension between us is palpable as the silence lingers. Every second feels like an eternity, the air thick with unspoken desires. My eyes drop to his lips. His full and soft-looking lips. My God, I can't imagine how it would feel to have them on my breasts, sucking on my nipples. My mind starts to build a visual before his question tears me from my thoughts. 

"Can I kiss you?" he whispers. Without hesitation, I nod. His lips press softly against mine, but there is nothing tender about his kiss. A fire ignites in my veins, and I wrap my arms around his neck and melt into him. I want his lips to explore mine and touch every inch of my skin. His thick but nimble tongue explores my mouth, and we both deepen the kiss. I feel dizzy. My stomach flips and my knees go weak as if someone has flipped me upside down. 

I push him back against the couch and straddle his hips, running my hands over his hard chest as my breathing starts to become erratic. I can feel the weed clouding my judgment as I take Theo's face in my hands and kiss him again. My mind is too distracted to remember the potential consequences of what is happening. The feeling of his mouth on mine makes me forget that Michael could walk out of his room and catch us. I feel his hand run down to my ass and pull my hips towards him. To further deepen the kiss, I grip his short curly hair and pull him close to me. I run my fingernails across his neck as I slide my hand between us and start rubbing his dick through his pants. To my surprise, he is already semi-hard and the feeling of him growing beneath my fingers only turns me on even more. I start unbuttoning his pants, and I reach inside his underwear to grip his dick. Thankfully, my ordinarily cold hands are warm, and I manage to pull his dick out.

Theo pulls my t-shirt over my breasts and reveals my black lace bra. He kisses them tenderly before pulling the cups down and exposing my pierced nipples. My heart is pounding in my chest, and blood is rushing in my ears as he takes one small nipple into his mouth and runs his tongue around my large, dark areolas while rolling the other between his fingertips. Using my hand on the back of his neck, I encourage him to continue. I lick my other hand to lubricate it and continue stroking him.  

"Oh, God." He moans softly.

"Condom?" I ask, feverishly.

"Left front pocket," he tells me. One hand continues stroking him while the other reluctantly lets go of his neck and goes hunting for the condom in his pocket. I wiggle my fingers into his front pocket, and pull it out with my index and middle fingers. 

Soon one of his hands abandons my nipple to work on unbuttoning my jeans. He fumbles a bit before managing to get it undone and pull my zipper down. Before my hand lets go of his cock, I run my thumb over the head of his cock at a painstakingly slow rate and then stand to shimmy out of my jeans and panties. He pulls his pants off the rest of the way and leaves them pooled at his ankles. 

"Jesus," he whispers, eyeing my now semi-naked body. My ego devours his comment. With my t-shirt still bunched above my breasts, most of my tattoos are exposed. My long legs are bare, and an unidentifiable breeze causes goosebumps to pop all over my skin and make me desperate for his body heat again. Theo sits forward, and I lean down to kiss him. Our tongues dance around each other until it starts getting rough and sloppy, almost desperate. 

He grabs me by my waist and pulls me down onto his lap. I tear open the condom and roll it onto his throbbing dick with my eyes closed, still caught up in the kiss. Theo rests his forehead against mine and lets out a ragged breath as I stroke him. His hands move to my hips as I move forward and position his head at my entrance. Cautiously, I take him in slowly while giving my body time to adjust to his girth. I take a deep breath and close my eyes to feel the sensations in their entirety as I start to slowly move.

He moans softly and moves his hips in response, encouraging me to go faster. The sounds he keeps making are driving me insane. Theo lets out a sharp groan and wraps his lean arms around me to hold on to me as I grind down against him with every thrust. I start to grind my hips against his faster and faster. The feeling is so electric that I can feel every nerve ending vibrating.

I grab his hand from my hip and use it to squeeze my breast. His movements are now more frenzied, and the sounds that escape him are driving me insane. Suddenly, his free hand slips between us, and he starts toying with my clit.

"You like that, baby?" He whispers. 

"Oh fuck, yes." I pant, nodding my head frantically.

"Good girl." He continues pumping my clit.

As I ride him, I begin to shake. My breathing gets quicker and faster as his actions seem to only heighten the effect. Theo keeps squeezing my breasts as my orgasm builds and builds. His fingers dig harshly into my hips as he thrusts into me harder.

Instinctively, I wrap my fingers around his throat and dig my fingernails into his skin.

As his thumb rubs circles into my clit, a thunderous orgasm rips through me. My back arches and my head rolls back. I can feel the entirety of my orgasm as it spreads from the 8000 nerves in my clit to the 7 trillion nerves in the rest of my body, all the way from my nipples to my fingertips. It feels like my body has been split open and my skin is rolling off me in the most sensual waves. My thoughts are quiet, and for the first time since I had sex while I was high a few months ago, my mind is blank. The bliss is so peaceful that it almost brings me to tears.

Not long after my orgasm crescendos, I feel his peak in the way that his body goes rigid beneath me. I can feel the veins in his neck bulge and pulse as he empties himself inside me. His eyes are screwed shut, and I just know that he is feeling the same peace I am. Nothing beats sex when you're high.

I roll off him and collapse onto my back. I'm staring at the ceiling, but my mind's eye is showing me something else. It feels like I'm staring directly into space. The stars look so close that I can just reach out and touch them. My body is vibrating at a special frequency. My entire being is at peace.

We lay in silence as the remainder of our orgasm rolls over us. Through it all, I feel it rolling off me in gentle waves. My eyelids are heavy, and sleep is beckoning me. I just fucked my brother's friend, and it was amazing.