THE SOFT PATTERING SOUND created by Harry's fingertips drumming along the steering wheel filled my ears as we drove to our destination in silence. I had butterflies in my stomach ever since Harry managed to score some weed from one of his friends and suggested we go to a remote part of town and smoke it. I never tried weed before, but Sia has told me countless stories of her and her brother getting high when their parents weren't home.

She described the process of getting high as a moment of instant relaxation. The muscles in your body relax, and you just automatically feel at ease. However, everyone is different when they're high according to Sia. She told me she became a giggling mess while her brother became a philosophical thinker.

A part of me was curious as to how I'd be when I got high, but before I could dwell on the thought any longer, I noticed Harry pulled up to a gas station and parked the car.

"We're going to go inside and get some snacks," He informed me while unbuckling his seatbelt. "I always get the munchies afterwards."

I nodded my head and followed suit. When I walked around the car to meet Harry, I was surprised that he reached for my hand and laced our fingers together. I couldn't stop the blood from rushing to my cheeks, making myself blush. We entered the store with smiles on our faces and surveyed the aisles for our favorite snacks.

"I'm going to get some pringles and a snickers bar," Harry told me with an excited smile as he lead us over to the aisle where the chips and candy bars were.

I let my eyes wander over the variety of options displayed on the shelf until I found something that piqued my interest. Eventually, I ended up settling on a king size kit kat bar and a bag of chex mix. When we placed our snacks on the counter of the register, the cashier stared at us with an odd expression written all over on her face. Harry and I couldn't contain our laughter on our way out of the store once he graciously paid for our food.

"She was probably wondering who the hell eats a kit kat bar with a bag of Chex mix," Harry chuckled, making me pout.

"Or, she was wondering what would possess someone to eat a snickers bar and barbecue flavored pringles. I mean, those two things just don't go together," I teased Harry with a smile.

He bumped me with his hip, making me stumble off the pavement and onto the road, as we walked toward his car. I flashed him a glare, but he made it hard to stay mad at him by pressing a kiss to my cheek. As soon as we entered Harry's car, I went to open my bag of Chex mix. I was just about to dig my hand in the bag and scoop some of the Chex out when Harry placed his hand on top of my knee and squeezed it.

"You should wait until after we smoke," He suggested while leaving the gas station and driving back on the road.

"I don't think I should on an empty stomach. What if I feel nauseous or lightheaded?" I pointed out.

A victorious smile made its way on my face when Harry fell silent, and I took that as his way of saying go right ahead. I ate two handfuls of the Chex mix before rolling up the chips bag and placing it back with the other snacks. Around ten minutes later Harry took an exit that said Silver Lake State park, and I shifted my attention to the views from my window.

I could see the inviting waters of the lake between the trunks of the trees we drove by. If it weren't for the fact that it was still winter and we'd get sick, I would have suggested to Harry that we go skinny dipping. Maybe, I'll suggest it the next time we come out here, I told myself but then I remembered this might only be a one time thing. Harry slowed the car down to a stop at the end of the path before reaching in the glove compartment box and taking out a clear ziplock bag filled with weed and a brown rolling paper. I watched his fingertips move over the weed and break it into smaller pieces with skill before placing the pieces in the center of the paper.

He rolled it up carefully, poking his tongue out from time to time to run it along the paper in an effort to make everything stick. When he was done, he set the blunt on his lap and rolled down the windows slightly.

"So the smell won't stay inside the car," Harry explained once he finished opening all of the windows.

I nodded my head and began playing with my fingertips out of nervousness. Harry reached in the glove compartment once again and retrieved his lighter this time. He brought the blunt up to his lips and played with the lighter until a flame ignited.

"Watch what I do so you'll know how to do it when it's your turn," He instructed me before lighting the end of the blunt.

Harry took a puff from the blunt and held it in for ten seconds before turning away from me and releasing it from the corner of mouth out of the window. The smoke came out in a gray cloud and was gone with the wind. I watched him wrap his lips around the blunt again in awe and repeat the process all over again. His jawline looked so defined from the angle he was sitting at, and I couldn't help but marvel at his attractiveness. After his third hit, Harry handed the blunt to me and gestured for me to take a puff.

I tried to repeat his steps from before but as soon as I inhaled the weed, I felt a burning pain in my chest and began coughing hysterically. Harry placed his hand on my back and rubbed it soothingly until my coughing fit ended.

"Don't worry. It's normal to cough the first time. Try to hold it in for as long as you can though," He encouraged with a smile.

I took a deep breath before raising the blunt up to my lips and trying again. The burning sensation was still there when I inhaled the smoke, but it wasn't bad enough to make me want to cough again. I didn't feel anything after I released the smoke the first time, but after the second hit I began to feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I handed the blunt back to Harry with a lazy smile and watched him take another puff.

For the next five minutes, we passed the blunt back and forth between us until I finished it by taking the last hit. I passed the blunt over to Harry so he could dab the ashes against his car door before tossing it into the forest. He readjusted himself in his seat until he could lean back farther before glancing at me.

"How do you feel?" Harry asked me in a slow yet soothing voice. His pupils were slightly dilated, and I assumed mine were the same way.

I took a moment to think about my response. "Cold," I confessed with a giggle, running my hands up and down my arms for more warmth.

"C'mere then," Harry said and helped me move over the center console so that I could sit on his lap. When my backside came into contact with the steering wheel, the sound of the car honking made me shriek. Harry laughed at my reaction as he held me in his arms. I laughed along with him and nuzzled my face into his neck.

He placed a kiss on top of my head and released a deep sigh. I lifted my head up slightly, so I could get a better look at him. His eyes were blue again, but this time they were clear, like the water of the lake. Harry's gazes were always so intense. I felt like each time he looked at me, he trying to stare right into my soul, and I wonder if he knew. Just by looking at me, could he tell that I was falling in love with him?

I placed a light kiss underneath his chin and watched his lips curl into a dimpled smile. He ran the pad of his thumb over my cheeks and brought my lips back to his in a toe-curling kiss. There was no hesitation on either of our parts. Harry worked his mouth over mine passionately with lust and desire. I felt my lower region ache in need of him and tried to satisfy my desire by rolling my hips into his. Harry groaned against my mouth with the action and moved his hand from my cheek down to my ass where he harshly squeezed my flesh.

Now, it was my turn to moan against his mouth, and he used that as an opportunity to slip in his tongue. I bunched the fabric of his shirt in my hand before releasing it and trailing my hand down his abdomen until I reached his belt buckle. I slowly broke away from our kiss and stared down at the bulge forming in Harry's pants before flickering my eyes back up to him.

"Would you like for me to take care of that for you?" I offered him with a teasing smile.

"Yes please." Harry eagerly nodded his head like a five year old who had been asked if they wanted to open their Christmas present on Christmas Day.

I'll never forget the look on his face when I took him into my mouth for the first time or ran my tongue along his swollen head. His eyes screwed shut, and a low moan reverberated from deep in his throat, pleasure etched on every feature of his face. I felt a sense of pride each time I saw his reactions to me.

"Fück, I-I think I'm gonna cüm baby," He warned in a shaky voice, but I continued to take him deeper into my mouth.

Maybe it was the way he desperately moaned my name or how he looked like he was teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm with my mouth being his only source of relief. When I deep throated him, his length twitched inside of my mouth, and huge globs of his warm seed spurted out of his head. The first thing I noticed was how salty he tasted, but I wasn't bothered by it enough not to swallow.

After Harry came down from his high, I wiped the back of my mouth with my hand and stared up at him with a smile. The whole situation made me feel invigorated. Just knowing that I had the power to make him come undone like that was enough to satisfy my own needs.

I had no regrets about what just happened, and judging by the glint of happiness in his eyes, I knew that he didn't either.

Author's Note:

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