Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Fire Woman

  "Oh I think that's my jacket now," she said, challenging Eddie. She lit the bong and filled up her lungs, using her hand to stop more smoke from coming out before she could suck it up. Her eyes watered as she pushed the sea of smoke past her lips and went right back in to clear it. Eddie's dick started to swell at the sight of her taking these big hits like they were nothing.

  She passed the bong to Eddie and smiled. "Okay, now I'm ready to be a human being." The bong was still lit, so Eddie put on a brave face and breathed in deeply. He immediately choked on the hit and coughed so hard bits of spit flew all over his lap. He was blushing, but the blood pooling in his face from lack of oxygen covered that up. He felt like a wussy.

  "That's ok kid, you don't have to roll with the big dogs," she said, her voice now slow and warm and raspy. She finished his hit and sprang to her feet. "Do you want some coffee?", she asked, walking into the house. Eddie still hadn't caught his breath. He gave her a thumbs up as he struggled to stop coughing.

  "Come on inside," she invited from her kitchen window. As Eddie opened the front door, the sound of his favorite song rang from somewhere inside. His brain tingled and left him with a stupid grin. How was he already high? He wasn't sure, but it felt very nice.

  "Cream?", she asked, poking her head around the corner. Eddie was standing still, too still, trying to remember how to speak. He wanted to grab her and kiss her. He couldn't. He could. He stepped toward her and almost fell over. "That's okay, Munson. Sit down on the couch and take a breather." 

  What was going on? Eddie wasn't a light weight. He did real drugs. Weed shouldn't knock him on his ass like that. She sat down next to him, the lace of her underwear peeking out beneath her oversized T-shirt. He swelled at the sight. "I made it how I make mine. Hopefully you don't mind a little coffee with your sugar," she handed him a cup of coffee and gently helped him take a sip.

  The caffeine and the heat sparked Eddie closer to reality. He could now see her nipples through her shirt. They must have gotten hard when she took a sip and the hot coffee dripped down inside. Clarity was upon him. He chugged the coffee despite how it burned the roof of his mouth. "Can I make myself another cup? I'm having trouble waking up today," he lied.

  "Help yourself," she uttered. She followed closely behind him, ready for her own second cup. Eddie poured coffee for the both of them. She mixed in the cream and sugar. They stood there, staring at the coffee cups, still riding their buzz. "Oh shit, I am so sorry, I should put on some pants," she exclaimed. Eddie grabbed her wrist to keep her from running away. "This is your house, and I really don't mind." 

  Her face flushed with shame. "It's not right for me to walk around in panties and my sleep shirt with a kid around," she slid out of his grasp and started to leave again. "I'm 20", he protested, shifting himself to block her from exiting the kitchen. She raised her eyebrows. "That's a kid, my dear," she rebutted.

  "You aren't even that much older than me. How is it fair for you to call me a kid? Were you a kid when you were 20?" Eddie didn't like the way she seemed to be writing him off as nobody. She looked into his eyes, her hands cupping his face again. The swelling returned in his jeans. "Yes," she said, "I am much older than you, and I was definitely a kid when I was twenty." His dark brown eyes peered into her pupils. He was high enough to think maybe she could read his mind and she'd drop to her knees right now and take him in her mouth.

  Instead, she walked away and put on some pajama pants. "I'm not putting on a bra," she stated. "I'm all covered up now. If you can't deal with nipples, you're more of a kid than I thought." Eddie tried to be mature. He can't stop staring at her boobs. They look so soft, so supple, so big they would spill over if he was lucky enough to take them in his hands.

  "Yeah everybody has nipples, whatever," he said. "So... jacket?", he asked. She put up a finger, walked away, and returned with Eddie's jacket. "I really wanted to keep this. It smells so good," she said. Eddie blushed. She likes how he smells.

  "Thank you," he grinned, making sure their hands brushed as he took it from her. She leaned into him, her long hair tangling itself around his arm. "I just want one more good sniff," she whispered, then inhaled sharply, smiling. Eddie imagined that was the smile she must have after she cums.

  "You're more than welcome to hang out here if you want, Munson, but I must warn you-Saturdays my son is with his dad so I just sit around and eat and smoke. I am very old and boring." 

He fiddled with his rings, unsure of what the right move was here. "I don't have anything else to do," he said. She nodded, happily, and put her hand in his. She lead him to her bedroom, where a small TV sat on a dresser. "This is my hideout," she explained, "as long as you're cool hanging out in here you're more than welcome."

  Eddie's legs started to tremble. Was she inviting him to spend the day in bed with her? He was jumping to conclusions. "Do you have a chair for me or anything?" She looked disappointed. "No, sorry, just the bed. That's weird, huh? Sorry I don't usually think about people wanting personal space." She looked around, trying to find some other seating option for him. Eddie shook his hand at her, "It's totally fine. I didn't want to assume."

  She took her pants back off and climbed under the covers. "If you can't see me, I'm not so worried about my modesty. Come sit with me," she patted the bed next to her and Eddie obliged. She hit the bong once more, beautiful smelly smoke filling the room.

  He was right. She was doing all the things to drive him crazy. She could smoke like a chimney, she was so warm and inviting. Her nose piercing and tattoos let Eddie know she was an outsider, too. He was still taken aback at how comforting she already was for him.

  They smoked, they ate, they laughed at movies that weren't even funny. As they both got higher, they both started to slip off to sleep. Eddie made sure she was okay with it before taking off his jeans and shirt and climbing under the blankets. They didn't touch, but they made eye contact that sent electricity up and down Eddie's whole body. Sleepily, he blurted out, "You're so beautiful," before they both dozed off.