Page 49 of For the Plot
“For a light buzz? Twenty. When I wanna get high off my ass? Forty.”
He raised a brow at me, impressed. “Damn, girl. That’s a pretty high tolerance."
“Yeah, it’s cool until you realize how expensive weed is."
“Fair point. Well, let’s start with fifteen then, yeah?”
I nodded eagerly in agreement, telling him to meet me on the couch and running to grab my edibles. Bringing them back out, I split them between us, settling on the couch next to him.
“What do you want to watch while we wait for it to kick in?” James asked, leaning back into the couch, one hand pointing the remote at the TV as he started it up, the other stretched out across the back of the couch. I leaned into him as he began flipping through our streaming services.
“I would say we should get you to finish upIs It Cake?season three, but we have no cake in the house, and with the munchies, I am not doing that to myself.”
James threw his head back in laughter. “Yeah, that’s probably smart. I’m not sure what I would do with a munchy-hangry Nikki.”
“Please, as if you wouldn’t be in the exact same boat,” I scoffed.
Without taking his eyes off the TV, he leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, “I have something much sweeter I plan on eating tonight.” He pulled away again, as if he hadn’t just soaked my panties in a handful of words.
If he was going to play dirty, so was I. “Did I mention that the only time I’ve ever squirted was while high?”
“Fuck,” James groaned, head falling back on the couch. “You win. I don’t know why I thought I could outdo a romance author.”
He rolled his head towards me, grinning, and I cracked up. I fell back against the couch and settled further into his side. “Something we’ve seen before,” I finally answered his original question. “It’s not like we’re going to finish the full thing.”
“Mmm, good point.Pride and Prejudice?” he asked.
“They’re both sohot,” we said at the exact same time, turning to look at each other and bursting into laughter.
“God, I love being bi,” James sighed as he turned the movie one, settling back into the couch.
“Same.”
The movie started, and we relaxed, watching as the hijinks of the Bennet family ensued. As time went on, we sank further and further into each other, until I was fully leaning against his side. I kept adjusting how I sat, however, and I felt bad that I was jostling him. I just could never sit in one position for too long before my legs got restless, feeling like they were in pain until I moved positions.
At one point, I had my legs stretched out resting on the coffee table, but that wasn’t feeling comfortable either. After the tenth time I readjusted, James turned to me.
“Here,” he said, grabbing my legs, and laying them over his thighs, leaving one hand wrapped around my thigh right above my knee. “Better?”
“Much,” I sighed.
We continued watching the movie that way, and James’s hand stayed where it was. And then he started rubbing it along my leg. Slowly at first, just his thumb sweeping back and forth. Then his entire hand back and forth from the inside of my thigh to the outside. Then it slowly began migrating higher and higher, until it was fidgeting with the hem of my skirt.
The longer it went on, the more turned on I got, and the more I squirmed in my seat. I know he felt me moving against him, and I knew he was just as affected as I was. I shifted my thighs higher up on his lap until I could feel his erection pressing up against the bottom of my thigh. Now every time he made me writhe with his touch, my thigh rubbed against his dick. As we sat there teasing each other, both of us getting more and more riled up, I realized the edible was really starting to kicking in.
The main reason I enjoyed getting high was that it was one of the only ways I could get my brain to go quiet. I wasfloored when I found out neurotypical people’s brains didn’t have constant, twenty-four seven noise in their head. Even when I wasn’t thinking about something, I was thinking about how I wasn’t thinking about anything.
But when I was high, my body usually responded one of three ways. I would pass out quickly, something I was never able to do sober. Or it was a pleasant nothing, a soft buzzy feeling, like my brain was in a vibrating massage chair. Or I got ridiculously horny.
Seeing as I’d already been horny before getting high, it was definitely the latter today. Being high made every sensation of pleasure feel exaggerated. While the rest of my surroundings faded into fuzzy out-of-focus background, my pleasure was even sharper and more present.
I giggled at whatever joke had just been said in the movie and turned to look at James. Only he was already looking at me, his gaze smoldering. A rush of wetness soaked my panties.
Okay, so James also got even hornier when he was high.
“Mmm,” I hummed as his hand slipped higher, brushing the outside of my panties. “It’s hitting for you, too, isn’t it?”
“It is.” His voice rumbled out of him, warm like melted honey. He rubbed his fingers more firmly against my seam through the damp fabric. “I see you’re already wet for me.”
