FOLLOWING DAY
"Are you okay Tweek?" asked my mom. I have been twitchy all day. I just got home from the shop working a morning shift since I didn't have any classes today. I'm plating some snacks for Craig and I.
"I have to work on my art project," I tell her. She is washing the dishes. Mom likes to wash them by hand. She said it gives her a sense of calm. "We will be in the basement and I will using your pottery machine."
"Oh!" she exclaims. "That is so exciting!" This makes me smile because she looks so happy.
"I have to make something sculpture like," I reply. "I think I'm going to make a large plant pot."
"Are you sure you can do that?" asked mom. "A sculpture is different from pottery."
"Gah…..I didn't think about it," I mutter feeling stupid.
"Awww…." says mom. "I'm sure you can think of something." I pick up the tray taking it in to the basement. I don't have to worry about drinks as mom and dad have a mini fridge down here. Mom can spend hours down here. I was really looking forward toward to making my plant pot. Now I must come up with something else. I'm sitting down on the sofa we have down in the basement thinking. Nothing is coming to mind.
"Tweek," says Craig scaring the shit out of me.
"When did you get here?" I choke placing my hand on my chest. My heart is beating fast.
"Just now," says Craig. "You didn't hear me?"
"No…." I say lowly. "I'm trying to come up with a sculpture idea…." Craig nods sitting down next to me.
"Well I brought a little something to help," he says pulling out a joint.
"Craig," I groan.
"Come on Tweek," pleads Craig. "I promise you. This is going to help you."
"You don't know that!" I exclaim. "What…what if I ended addicted a-and throw my life away." Craig laughs.
"Dude this is just weed," he says. "It's not heroin or cocaine." Craig pulls out a lighter lighting up the joint.
"You can't smoke that in here!" I exclaim.
"Oh whatever," says Craig. "I'm sure your parents do it too." My parents have been known to smoke weed. The kids at school use to joke about that is why my dad sounds corny rhyming all the time when he talks.
"That's not the point!" I hiss. Craig inhales the weed and motions for me to come closer and I do. He slowly blows the smoke in my direction. "Craig!" I exclaim pushing him.
"Sorry," he says. "I'm going to give you second contact. You don't have to smoke it at all. Open your mouth this time."
"Huh?" I question. Craig inhales coming close to my mouth that is slightly open. He blows the smoke instead. His eyes trace over my face before I have to look away. I blink rapidly before glancing back at him squeezing my legs together. I liked that a lot. It felt like we were kissing. I look away before staring back at him. He has that confident smirk on his face. Craig repeats this until the whole joint is gone. I'm full on erect. There is no way I can move. He will see it….
"Anything yet?" asks Craig.
"No," I say slowly. My head is starting to feel light. I blink my eyes. Everything feels sluggish. I pull my hand up to my face looking at it. It feels like slow motion. I look at Craig who is chuckling.
"Feeling it?" he asks. I nod yes. I don't usually feel like this so I'm sure it is the weed.
"Um hm," says Craig. "I like how it makes me feel alive. I get my best ideas after I smoke." I lean forward leaning on my legs wanting my dick to go down. "What's wrong Tweek?"
"Uh nothing…." I mutter blushing looking away from him. Craig leans into my space. My heartbeat is increasing. It could be the drugs, but something tells me it is just because of Craig being so close to me. I'm scared to look at Craig. I don't want him to see how fluster I am.
"You can tell me," says Craig softly. "I have been doing this a while. There is nothing I don't know." I shake my head no. I refuse to tell him I got hard from second contact. Craig smiles as his hand touches my thigh.
"Hahhh….." I moan in humiliation.
"You're sensitive," says Craig softly. I just nod yes. He heard me moan. Oh my god….Craig hand begins to rub up and down my thigh. I bite my lip as Craig leans closer to me. What the hell is he doing? "Inspired yet?"
"Uh….no….." I reply looking at his lips that are so close to mine.
"Let's try this….."says Craig. "It could help…"
"What?" I question. Craig kisses me making me forget everything. I have seen him kiss many girls, a few guys but never got to experience kissing him until today. Craig softly slide his tongue into my mouth causing me to whimper. "Mmmpphh…" His hand continues to glide up and down my thigh.
"That's it Tweek….." he moans. My mind is spinning but I can't interrupt this moment. I have dreamed of this for a while now. I open my eyes to see Craig's are closed. I close my eyes back sliding my left hand into his hair. "Aaarrgghh….." Craig pushes forward causing his chest to meet mine.
"Haa…" I cry out in surprised. His body is so warm. Craig continues to kiss me with his lips becoming more needy. I end up knocking his hat off because I'm playing in his hair so much. I'm not sure if Craig even noticed. "Ahhh….ahh…".
"Mmpphh…."groans Craig. Craig pushes me back on the sofa never once leaving my lips. I pant into his mouth as I finalize spread my legs like I have done so many times when I am alone thinking about him. This time it is very real, and he is very much here. Craig naturally slides between my legs with a little hip roll.
"Ohhh…..ahh…" I moan as my body trembles. That felt better than anything I have ever thought about.
"Ohh….Tweek….."he moans against my lips. I shiver as Craig slides his hand down to the side of my stomach. I arch my back whimpering against his lips.
"Ha…..ahhh…"I whine. I'm trying to be as quiet as I can. It is so embarrassing being so vocal. Craig rolls his hips into mine causing my eyes widen. Craig abandons my lips to place soft kisses on my neck. "Nnngghh…" It's not long before Craig is sucking on my neck. Occasionally, he will do a little bite or nibble. I swear I almost came from the bites alone. I shudder against Craig as he continues to assault my neck.
"Tweek….."says Craig in a tone I never heard before. This causes me to shift my face to towards his. He isn't looking at me as his hair is covering his eyes. I can see his juicy ass lips moving though. "Can I touch you…." He chooses this moment to allow his hand to softly trace over my lower stomach. Craig wants to touch my dick. I should be happy but I'm not. I will be happy if we could do one more thing.
"L-let me touch you too…" I say lowly. "No reason we can't feel good together." Craig leans down kissing me slightly more aggressive than he had been. "Mmpphhh…" I'm kissing him so hard I almost forgot to breathe. Craig easily undoes the button to my jeans. He pulls out of the kiss panting as he slides his hand in the slit of my boxer. "Ahh…." Just like his body his hand is very warm, inviting. Craig pulls back looking down at the tent in this jeans. I was about to reach my hand out to undone his but he beats me to it. He leans back over and my hand is right there to greet his dick.
"Ggaahh…." groans Craig. I wasn't expecting him to react just from a little touch. Maybe the weed has him feeling this a bit more than usual. Do I ever really care. Craig places his hand back around my dick and we slowly begin to stroke each other. I look up at Craig hearing nothing but heavy panting seeing tons of hair falling in his eyes. I lick my lips leaning up kissing him. "Mmm…."
"Ahhh….ha….."I pant. I kiss Craig soon teasing as I nip at his bottom lip.
"Fuck….Tweek…"he moans. He likes that. I begin to tease Craig while stroking his dick. I allow him to kiss me but other times I don't. He never knows when I am going bite that juicy bottom lip of his. I moan feeling his cock begin to twitch in my hand. Craig buries his face in my neck panting heavily. "Oh god….haaa….." He licks my neck.
"Ahhh….."I cry out grabbing his waist with my free hand. Craig hand feels so smooth. Despite it being smooth it is starting to feel too virtuous. I begin to thrust into his hand. "Haahh…..ha…"
"Mmm…..you gonna cum Tweek….."he pants. My eyes flutter as I continue to moan.
"Uugghh…."I groan.
"Like the way I stroke that dick, don't you?" pants Craig. His hand grips me tighter but he changes the motion causing me to arch my back as my body begins to quiver.
"Craig!" I cry. "Oh my god…..haaa…" I blink focusing through the pleasure to ensure I still stroking Craig. It is very hard at this point. The way he talks to me… Craig rubs his nose against my cheek panting. I thought he was going to kiss me but instead he hovers over my lips.
"Tweek…..you're going to make me cum….ahhh….."he moans. I slide my hand under his shirt as my body shakes again. "Cum with me Tweek….ha….ha….cum with me please…..aaahhh…" I grip Craig's dick tighter as I bend my back giving in to my climax.
"Aaaaggghhh…"I cry as my body shakes.
"Fuck yess….aaahhhhhhh…"cries Craig before finally taking my lips. He moans into my mouth as we both struggle to breathe through our orgasm. Once it has finally passes, I find that I still feel off balance. I then remember how high I am from 2nd contact.
"Oh my god….."I mutter. "You….you have the smoothest hands. I should….I should sculpt them, share them with the world." Craig chuckles making me laugh. "What! Don't laugh at me because I sound drunk."
"You sound cute," he says kissing my check. "Told you this shit would give you an idea."
"Mmm…" I hum in content. Craig pulls away from me and I wish he could have just stayed there. Let us cuddle a little. As Craig gets us both cleaned up I realize for sure I want to sculpt his hand. Now to figure what pose I want him to do.