It had been two weeks since Jess and her boyfriend had sex. Tonight they had went to see the new superhero movie, starring a good looking hero and a hot love interest. At one point the hero had his love pinned on a table, a heated conversation and fiery sparks between them. Christian had leaned over and whispered in her ear, "That position looks familiar," that sent shivers down her spine as she smirked at him. He had put his hand on her thigh several times throughout the rest of the movie, which left her craving him.
When they got home, Christian asked her to smoke with him. Jess didn't get high often, so she still got the spins every time she did. She took two long hits, before passing it off to him. He took a hit and beckoned her closer to him, and he kissed her blowing smoke into her mouth. She had leaned further into him, their lips moving together as smoke escaped between them. She pulled away to let him finish smoking, and let her mind wander.
The high hit her lungs first, then her brain. He looked so good sitting across from her on the couch. The ideas that were going through her mind right now. Maybe it wasn't her brain feeling the high so much as her pussy. She felt weightless, like she was floating. She wanted to straddle him and grind on him while he sucked on her tits. She wanted to feel him get impossibly hard through his boxers as she licked and nipped at his neck. She wanted him to grab her hair and fuck her face, making her take his dick all the way. For a moment, she thought she was too high. Jess went to grab a water and a snack. Christian was almost done smoking, which gave her just enough time.
Ten minutes later they were sitting on the couch again, watching a show on the T.V. that she was not paying attention to at all. Jess had her hand on Christians very upper thigh, and she palmed his erection through his pants. She feigned watching the show while her hand made gentle strokes and circles. Fuck, playing the long game was making her way too horny.
She unbuttoned his jeans and continued her torment. She had her hand wrapped around his manhood through his boxers. Her thumb circled the tip, and she felt him buck his hips slightly. She smiled, reveling in this small amount of control. Jess used her other had to knead her breast, pinching her nipple. She was about to move down to kneel in front of him when he stopped her.
"The curtains are still open," he said softly.