Noah leaned back and tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. He then moved his lips to the brunette's neck, leaving little nips and sucks along her neck, ripping her blouse open in a rushed movement. Noah's hand fell to Carlie's hips, tugging her close and hiking her skirt up her soft thighs. He let his hand tease her sex before retreating and kissing her even rougher than before. 

The smaller brunette let him take the lead as his hand slipped back to her ass, this time groping it with more force than before. She let him move them back towards the counter, both her arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted her up, placing her on the counter. Once there, she moved her hands to tug on his collar, wanting it off.

I love high sex. A lot more than drunk sex. But have you ever tried sex on ecstasy? Fuck, babe. That's the bessttt. Situational sex is my favorite. He wasn't horrible lookin'. 

Is your neighbor good looking at least? You should have been able to get a good look if the guy was just wearing a robe. I mean this could have easily headed towards high sex which is like, the fifth hottest situational sex you can have.

Why not? Are ya alright? 

Of course you won’t. I’m not feeling a joint right now, but do you really need one that bad?

Okay-- I would not pass out in the sleeping bag afterwords. 

"Oh, of course, you do. You look like the type to pass out on the sleeping bag afterwards."

The male let his eyes slip shut as the girl pressed their lips together. He complied and moved his lips against hers, the hand she put on her back sliding to grope at her ass. Noah moved them to the back of her thighs and hoisted her up; before sitting her on the counter and standing between her legs. 

"With pleasure." The girl stepped forward placing her lips onto his as her hand make it’s way around his neck and the other guided his hand to her lower back

Oh, I go longer than that. 

You’ve got a pretty nice face, someone’s gotta want to rail you within the next two hours, right?

You'd do that? Please?

"Well, that’s definitely an interesting story. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone use that as an icebreaker. Hmm, I might be able to help you with that, maybe if you ask really nicely."

Mmn, but I like hearing it. Both in bed and out of it. Do you like it when I touch you, Valerie? 

❝ Oh — you know. Don’t try to get me to say them out loud when you’re the one in bed with me. I’m sure you’ve paid attention to my… well, reactions. ❞

Please do enlighten me then, princess.

Pretty far, I could tell you but it’d be best if I showed you, since you could help me with it and all.

I'm not jumpy, but I'd never deny a joint. 

It sure was. Maybe you don’t need a joint, you just need to relax. Your way too jumpy today, Noah.

I make them memorable? Care to enlighten me, babe? 

❝ I think everyone likes doing — erm.. things — in your room. You make it pretty memorable, ❞ Closing her eyes and imagining the times, and then popping back to reality, ❝ But I’d like to believe I do the same, so… ❞

Well, I've got the tent, the spot, and the weed, but I don't have a person. So that's my problem.

Now, that sounds like somethin’ that can easily be put together. All you need is a quarter ounce, a tent, and a person. What’s stopping you?

How much further are we talkin', peach? I could probably help you with it. 

You seem pretty entitled huh? Touching what you want so quickly only ruins the fun you know. Not at all, I mean how could I have a problem with it when it felt so nice? I wouldn’t mind if we took it a little further.

I promise I'm not. It was all over the place though, wasn't it?

"Are you sure you aren’t already on a joint? That story literally went all over the place."

He didn't look anything like Christian Grey, but he wasn't ugly. He just looked.. confused. Smoke in my room? Hm. I like smoking in there. Among other things. 

❝ Did he look a bit like Mr. Grey? I think he was in his thirties, right? Anyways, why don’t you smoke in your room, I mean it’s a hell of a lot more comfortable in there — and I should know. ❞ [ her teeth show a larger smirk that has began to grow as she watches his forest green eyes ]

Blunts are for when I wanna get super trashed. I smoke joints when I need a quick pick me up. I do agree with you, though. I've always wanted to camp and sit in my tent and roll one. And y'know. Let someone ride me while I smoked it. 

But a joint, though? Blunts last longer, typically. Best for a night outside.

-- Nowhere, darling. I was going nowhere with it. I liked what I saw, so I touched. Is there a problem with that? Unless, of course, you wanted it to go somewhere. 

Could you maybe explain to me why you think you have the right to cop a feel? It felt great don’t get me wrong, but now you’re gonna have to explain where you’re going with it.