I was staring at her again. She sat next to me on the back porch of the house we rented together. Her long midnight-colored hair cascaded over her left shoulder stark against her pale skin. Then her beautiful, hazel eyes blinked at me and her lips curled into a smile as she finished exhaling smoke.
“Your hit,” she said to me as she handed me the pipe.
I took the glass pipe from her along with the lighter. She smiled at me again and giggled. I couldn’t help but giggle too as I lit the pipe and inhaled deeply. I could feel the sweet, familiar haze start to cloud my vision. I exhaled and tried not to choke, which again, made her smile. I passed the pipe back and she reached for it with her slender, tattooed arms. She had leaned back onto the porch, reclined on her side. I scooted closer to her and relaxed backwards as well.
I watched her small hands light the pipe and then watched her ample chest inhale the smoke. She looked at me and made a come hither motion with her fingers. I got even closer; our bodies and faces just inches away. She pressed her lips against mine. Her tongue lightly teased at my mouth. When I opened it, the smoke and her warm breath poured into my lungs. My eyes fluttered shut and I felt my body shiver. I pulled away to exhale and before I knew it her lips were back on mine.
The two of us were lying there in the ever dimming evening light. We spent most nights like this. We’d come home from work and smoke to unwind. Lately though, I haven’t needed the haze of the smoke to relax. Her face, her smile, did just the same. Looking into those hazel eyes was all I needed to feel high. She was my haze; my Hazel.
Her lips were so soft against mine. The kiss started sweetly with gentle motions that quickly turned into something sultrier with hard presses of lips, tongues and teeth. Whenever she kissed me like she wanted to eat me up, I knew she needed something more. She sucked and lapped at my lips. I could feel her teeth every now and again as I tried to keep up with her pace.
Her face moved away from mine as she slid her body closer and began to assault my neck. She licked and sucked at the skin before gently biting down on it. It hurt a bit, but I enjoyed it. Her bite transformed into a kiss. The harsh sensation to such a mild one – I was overwhelmed. The arm that wasn’t supporting her body was holding me tight around my midsection. She had placed her arm on top of mine and there was no way I could move it. She held me there in her grasp like her plaything. I loved it.
“Wanna fool around?” she asked me.
“Of course I do,” I answered.
“Good,” she whispered.
She sat up and pushed me over so I was lying on my back. Then she unfastened my pants and pulled them off. Next went my shirt. I was embarrassed to be outside in just my underwear but also really excited. Besides, in our backyard, no one would see us, probably.
She sat on my body with her crotch to mine then leaned over my chest supporting her weight with those sexy, tattooed arms. Her skirt was wide enough to shield parts of my legs and stomach from view. I could already feel how hot and wet she was through her panties. She leaned down to kiss me and her long, black, wavy hair created a veil around us. The kiss was gentle, but I knew that was the softest she was going to be with me.
She smiled at me and giggled as she sat up. She climbed off of me and pulled off my underpants as she went. I was lying there fully exposed in front of her. She ran her hand over my lower parts and I felt my whole body pulse. She smiled again before grabbing the pipe. She took a deep hit then exhaled the warm smoke over my crotch. It made things quiver. Then she took another and shoved that bit of warm air down my throat. She kissed me passionately, long and hard, forcing me to hold my breath. She moved away and I immediately exhaled; now feeling more hazed than before.
Hazel moved back down to my crotch. She stuck out her tongue and I could see the shine of her tongue ring. It was a small, sliver post that worked wonders if you knew how to use it; I’d call her an expert. She made a naughty licking motion as I looked down the line of my body at her and I felt lower things begin to throb. She brought that naughty licking motion closer and closer to my body. I couldn’t handle the suspense and had already begun to make noises.