I sit on the couch between them, stoned and surrounded by smoke. I am so aware of his knee next to mine and the pressure of the touch when he presses forward to grab the blunt from My boyfriend on my left, our legs pressed, My toes locked around his ankles. it is in these brief moments when I feel both of their knees pressed against mine that a surge flows from My throat to My tiny clit, leaving Me breathless.
His fingers on my hand bring Me back on the couch and out of the gutter, and I realize I can barely look him in the eye. This isn’t unusual. After a couple of good blunts with a couple of really cute boys, I get so aware of My body, and it doesn’t take long for Me to be on the edge of orgasm, literally forcing myself not to cum from feeling the fantasies that play out in My filthy mind.
I tentatively look up at him as I reach for the stuffed smoking tobacco leaf. He’s smirking with a little smoke sneaking out his nose and I become very aware of how wet My panties are and remember the suggestive messages I sent Just over a week ago