High as a Kite

Oh how naive Mark was, there he sat an hour ago on the couch, thinking he wasn’t feeling anything.

That quickly changed over the course of the hour that Mark and Jess sat on that leather couch. They soon started to trip on what was a pretty powerful strand of ****. Both of them could barely stop laughing, someone else would say something and they’d crack up together as if they were having some sort of private joke.

Eventually, the two made their way outside. Time wasn’t a concern or thought for them, it could have been midnight or it could have been five in the morning, they weren’t thinking about it.

They laughed as they ran out onto the nearby football field, the moon shining above them.

“Holy shit!” Mark yelled out to Jess who was running behind him, “What the fuck is that thing?!”

“That’s the fucking goal post,” Jess told him while laughing.

“Nah looks like a fucking horns,” he said, referring to the two field goal poles.

Hallucinating in front of his female friend, Mark started running in its direction. It didn’t take long before he would trip over his own feet and hit the ground in front of him.

Jess almost died laughing.

“Oh my god…” she said as she kneeled on the turn in front of her, holding her stomach because she was laughing too much.

Mark began to laugh too, blissfully unaware of where or what he was doing. The bright moon in the sky was almost a complete full moon, too him it looked even bigger than it was, slowly closing in on them. Crawling over to him, Jess collapsed down on her back, next to him in the opposite direction.

They found themselves laying on the middle of the college football field, their heads resting against each other, both staring up at the sky.

“We sent people up there,” Jess said, as they watched moon, “How the fuck did we do that?” she laughed again.

“We could go there if wewanted to,” Mark responded.

“How?”

“A plane silly, if we can fly to Italy, we can fly to the moon.”

They both giggled like children over a conversation that if someone overheard, they’d be wondering how they were old enough to be at college.

“You need a rocket not a plane you goose.

“Already do.”

“The one in your pants doesn’t count,” Jess said, smirking as she turned her head into his closer.

“Oh it absolutely does,” he said, tapping his own dick from the outside of his jeans, making Jess laugh again.

It wasn’t like Mark was realising this right now but these two had plenty of chemistry. If you got to live with this girl, there wouldn’t be a dull moment, not a single minute where youre wondering what to say, how to create new conversations.

They talked for what could have been hours but eventually their eyes shut and their minds shut down. In the middle of the field, Mark and Jess slept, their heads rested against each other.

***

“Mark! Mark!”

Mark opened his eyes up, he was still laying on his back in the middle of the surprisingly comfortable turf. Standing above him was Jess, still sleepy eyed herself. She tried giving him a helping hand up.

“We fell asleep out here,” she said, getting him back on his feet.

Mark couldn’t tell if he was still high or not, he was just weirdly confused more than anything else. As he was helped up, he noticed the night sky was still dark as before, although now he was quite cold from laying out here for ages.

“I’m so tired,” he said as they trudged back to East Hall.

“Just crash at my dorm,” Jess said, yawning her head off.

He would always accept that invitation but what was the extent of it? Just a bit of a cuddle in bed or was this a possibility to break the drought and finally fuck Jess like he had been so **** to do.

While they slept into the morning in Jess’s bed, those questions were yet to be answered.