Chapter 3 - second time

*Two weeks later*

'Alright, ready for your second go?' I asked under the star-lit sky.
'Yes!,' she beamed.
'Alright, let's do this shit!'
As I packed the bowl she asked, 'So will I be able to go back to your house again to keep the munchies at bay?'
'Yeah, sure,' I responded, aware that excitement for potential was welling in me again.
'You know,' she mused, 'I can't remember much of that night. I remember how I was completely taken aback by when it hit me, but I can't remember what it felt like. I remember that I listened to music, but I can't remember anything of how it sounded. And I remember eating food, but I don't remember how much or what it was like either.'
Goo, I thought. 'That's weed for you,' I hid my smirk with a genuine smile.
'I can handle it this time I think. Let me have the first smoke,' she politely demanded.
I passed the bong as if it were an ancient, holy relic and said, 'The honor is yours m'lady.'
It glinted in the silver moonlight with the same ferocity her eyes did. She mock bowed to me and sat herself down against the solid trunk of the tree we had decided to sit under.
As she sat down, I eyed her midriff, hoping to see even a slight spill of flesh over the pale denim shorts. There was none. A sort of profound disappointment washed over me, like when you have worked for something, hoping it would succeed but seeing it fail instead. Instead, Sarah's lithe body remained. At least she had a not-so-subtle flare in her hips and decent boobs.
Something about the carefulness in which she went about smoking brought my heart to a flutter inside my chest. Like an artist, devoting care into her actions movements. Like an elegant deer lapping water from a lake, slowly as to not draw attention from predators.
After two bowls she exhaled and let herself fall back against the tree, clearly in that place again. Her eyes were squinting. She smiled to herself and giggled.
'My turn,' I interrupted her.
Eyes glazed and half-closed, she set the bong down on the grass and returned to her little world. There was only ash left in the bowl. She had really cashed those bowls. God, she was good.
'I'm going to listen to music while you have your turn,' she drawled. I nodded and she fumbled around in her pockets while I emptied the burnt bowl onto the ground, pressing some fresh herb into it. She had her earphones in now and I hadn't heard but a sniffle from her while her mind was elsewhere and I was smoking up.
The pinching cold faded, I noticed small details I previously hadn't, laughed at the stupidity of it and suddenly knew it was kicking in. Here we go again! I thought.
Sarah's eyes were dreamy, her mouth agape. She must have forgotten the world existed by now. I snickered at the scene, and then stopped abruptly. I had a really good idea.
Putting the paraphernalia down slowly, I shifted clumsily out of her line of view, roughly behind her. I started sliding toward her on the grass but I was stopped by the sight of the sliver of her ass crack peeking out of the back of her denim shorts. Its curving cleavage was in entrancing shades of silver and grey. I sat there, just staring at it, enthralled. I shook myself out of my daze and slid up to her, slowly put a finger around one earphone cord and pulled. Really hard.
A shrill cry pierced the night, followed by my body-racking laughter. She scurried away from me, panicking hard, my uncontrollable laughter not yet apparent to her. She looked like she'd jsut been stabbed.
By the time she realized what had happened, I was still snorting with laughter and regaining myself. Her chest heaved with every deep breath, pressing her cleavage up against the opening in her shirt to bulge slightly with every breath. She gazed at me in wide-eyed bewilderment, then in anger. 'Bitch! You little bitch!' she spat. It just made me laugh harder.
She controlled her breathing and got up. I did the same, bottling my laughter eventually. She looked me in the eye, condemning me. I looked back at her. She was not happy...
Just regret started to pull at me, her shrill joy rang through the air. I joined her laughter, suddenly extremely aware of how stupid the whole situation was. Each time we looked at each other, we broke into laughter again, slowly turning to giggles, then snickers then silence.
'You scared the shit out of me!' she laughed.
I drew a breath and sighed. '...I'm hungry.'
Knowing exactly what we both wanted, we needed no further conversation and headed straight for my home without a single distraction.

****

My blood pressure was up by the time we slumped on the sofa and we forgot what exactly what we were here for. Then I remembered.
'What am I doing?! We need food. Now,' I told myself as I peeled off the couch. Sarah nodded eagerly at me, azure eyes wide, tapping her feet excitedly.
Within a matter of minutes, the coffee table was packed again. And within half an hour (probably seeming like years in her state) she had rammed the food down, the delicateness replaced with a sort of ferocity. Her eyes were still red and drowsy, focusing on something invisible on the walls surface.
'Mooshic... put musick omn...' she mumbled through another mouthful.
So with that I tasked myself with turning on the home-theater sound system. It was perfect for moments like these. I went into the study and scrolled through playlists, choosing the band 'A Perfect Circle', a classic hippy kind of band. Their music was entrancing and having the aid of a little substance while listening was an absolute treat to the mind.
I heard the subtle spinning melody of 'What's Going On' slowly fade into a trace around the house and I approached the living room. I found Sarah swaying slowly side to side, entranced by the ballad. I lowered my gaze to her midsection. It was just as round and distended as last time, sloping like an upside down balloon towards her soft hands in her lap. She hiccupped a few times, faint smotherings of food and sauce upon her mouth. So cute.
'How's the music?' I asked, smiling and sitting down next to her, hiding my upcoming erection.
'I... I can't explain it man... I...' she was lost for words. 'All I can really say is... it's slower?... it's so weird. I can hear everything, every little note... every... ugh...' fumbling for words, she gaped in awe, unable to bring it to speech..
'Didn't believe me when I said that did you?' I asked.
'You can't really. You just can't understand until you've tried it.'
We sat in silence for a time, Sarah gently rocking to the music. 'Gimme GimmeGimme' was playing now, its mechanical trance marching through the house and she was rubbing her stomach absent-mindedly. Suddenly the thought of a pooch of fat wrapping around her waist set loose a flock of butterflies in my chest which made my erection harden further still. That could get awkward. I wondered what she would look like if she gained a bit. Or a bit more. Or a lot... I wondered what shape her belly would be, how soft or tender it would feel.
'I'm gonna put on a movie for you.' I got up and searched the dvd rack beside the sofa, mostly to tame the erection.
'What's that like? Is it like going on an adventure?' she beamed. 'Well, I suppose I'll find out won't I.'
'Indeed you will.' I said, throwing a smirk at her.
I chose Pulp Fiction, a classic stoner-favorite. By the time the screen was illuminating the room with images, Sarah was entirely engrossed by the film.
'Just realized... I won't remember any of this... haha!' she laughed, making her stomach tighten.
Weed is a natural and extremely effective pain-killer, so what normally would have made her flinch, with her overly bloated stomach, didn't even effect her. The only reason she could even become this big was by the painkiller effect of the weed. God's gift, I thought.
'It's such a weird thought isn't it? That you won't remember the movie.' I suggested.
'It feels weird to even think! Everything is so weird and...' she trailed off, engrossed in the film again, in her own little world.
Soon I noticed she was getting extremely droopy eyed. Her fluttering lids were nearly completely closed.
I waved a hand in front of her. 'You awake? I think it's time for beddy-bed times.'
She remained still, breathing steadily.
'Hello?' I waved my hand again, but she didn't respond. Well then. She was asleep.
She must have finally dropped into deep slumber as I saw her head lolled onto her chest.
As now my routine, I found blankets and cleared the table off completely to prevent discovery of how much she'd eaten. I turned the TV off and a deep silence settled over the room, the only sound being her slow, steady breaths. She slouched, belly pushing out, making itself shown to the world, legs spread apart. The temptation to pull her pants down tore at me. I had to resist.
But I couldn't just leave here like this to sleep in a slouched, uncomfortable position all night. I moved close to her and gave in the temptation of peeking at her stomach again. Slowly and carefully, peeled the bottom of the shirt up and un-veiled the supple, taught skin of her belly, so proud and soft. I imagined what her flat belly button would look like, deeper, surrounded by a ring of fat enveloping her waist instead of thin skin. An instant erection arose.
Before it could get too out of hand, positioned myself beside her and slid my hands behind her back. It was so warm behind there. After pulling her upper body to lay length-ways on the couch, I shifted her legs onto the couch as well, their softness warming my hands. Such delicate, supple, smooth skin she had.
I took one last look for the night. One last look at her mound of a belly, her pale arms and facial beauty, held by the light brown flow of her hair. How could Damien possibly think he deserves her?
To prevent dwelling on the enraging thought, I forced myself into bed.

(more to come!)