Weed

"And you're sure this is safe?" Rory said.

"We're going to find out," Alex said.

The wicked smile on Alex's face was one of the reasons Rory had fallen in love with her. Just now, though, it was slightly worrying.

Both Alex and Rory had anxiety issues. It had helped shape them growing up, and was part of the reason why Rory was such a gym bunny, her tall, lanky frame marked by lean muscle and a marathoner's physique. Even working out, however, only took the edge off; it wasn't until medical cannabis dispensaries had cropped up that she'd gotten a prescription and fallen, belatedly, under the influence of the CBD fairy.

Alex, by contrast, had fallen into smoking weed during college. Which had led to minors in chemistry and chemical engineering, and in time to personal projects of an...odd scope.

"Heeheehee," Alex chuckled as she fed the green buds into the double dildo bong.

It was, essentially, a water pipe, only with a few extra bits and pieces. Two of those pieces were about six inches long, gently studded, with small recessed holes, and located on opposite sides of the base, where the heating element was warming up.

"So we use CBD oil as lube, and mount the dildos, right? The water cools the smoke, and every time we take a puff, it'll release a little into our pussies, where the mucous membranes will absorb it. We're going to get so fucking high..." Alex said.

Rory closed her eyes and shook her head...but she smiled. Her lover's enthusiasm was infectious.

"Alright. But if this burns my pussy, you have to kiss it and make it better," Rory said.

"Deal!" Alex agreed.

There was nothing else for it then. They made an odd pair, Alex and Rory. Tall and willowy, shorter and big-bottomed; dark of hair and eye and skin, versus auburn and freckles. Yet they did have this that they both loved, as their fingers pulled their labia apart, and the glass pricks with their little knobs slid into their pussies. They inched forward gently, legs interwoven. A pleasant heat emanated from the base of the water pipe, a hint of vibration, that Alex warned:

"You don't want to actually hump it...it's fragile. Might tip over. Just let is slide in, and then we can smoke and rub our pussies," Alex said.

"You're my favorite mutal masturbator," Rory said, and then grinned nervously as the line that sounded so smooth inside of her head came out cheesy and terrible. Yet Alex laughed it off as she handed her lover the pipe on its long, flexible stem.

"And you're mine," Alex said.

Pipes to their lips, they sucked the hot smoke into their lungs. Stared into each other's eyes as they held it. Knee under knee, so close...they leaned over and blew the smoke into each other's faces.

"Tell me," Alex said. "What you want to do to me."

"I want to trace your nipples with my fingertips," Rory said, automatically. "Until the little pink point stiffen and swell like berries. I want to kiss and lick them. Want to hear you make little soft moans. I won't even touch your pussy. I want to make you cum just by sucking on those juicy tits..."

So they spoke, and smoked. Little trails of smoke curled up from their pussies. Their fingers rubbed their clits as the weed began to have its affect. Smiles came easier. Eyes became a little more bloodshot. Giggles came easier. And confessions.

"I really love eating your ass!" Alex blurted, as wisps of smoke curled from her nostrils, to join the hazy air of the bedroom. "I...I mean you're the only ass I've ever eaten, but I like...I love it when your little hole quivers, all sensitive and ****, and when my tongue goes deep you make this little noise in the back of your throat, and your toes curl and...and I can lick the sweat out of the crack of your ass and...it's really sexy."

Rory smiled back. Her finger rubbed her clit. In the warm glow of the weed, Alex was like a pre-Raphaelite angel. Soft in all the right places.

"You're really sexy," Rory said. "C'mere..."

They kissed, that slightly acrid taste in their mouth, pussies stuffed, the warmth of the double-dildo pipe between them.

Sometimes, that was enough. It wasn't all mindless fucking, slamming their pussies against each other as if making war instead of making love. Sometimes it was just quiet moments, high as shit, on the couch, a hand on each other's pussies, rubbing away as they sat there naked and stoned and watching cartoons as they waited for the takeout to be delivered.

Tonight...Alex pulled herself off the dildo first. She reached down and grabbed Rory by the arm pits, and the taller woman laughed as she almost pulled the dildo-bong with her. Yet she let it go, and Alex hauled her onto the bed. Alex's head against Rory's shoulder. Alex's hand crept down that hard muscled body. Her fingers to rub gently on her lover's clit, as though playing an instrument she knew as well as any part of herself.

High and half-conscious, Rory bucked and moaned against those fingers...and when she shuddered and gasped, it was with a sigh of utter, heartfelt satisfaction. A soft giving up of ghost. A little ****, and a whispered word of infinite thanks.

They cuddled, kissed, and finally find true sleep and rest in each other's arms. Tomorrow, perhaps, there would be a time for pussy-sucking and strap-ons, fisting and taping vibrators to each other's nipples and all the many ways they had found of giving each other pleasure.

For tonight...for tonight they were happy simply to be together.