It took an act of God for Pepper to pry herself off the living room couch.  She was so goddamn stoned at this point that her body now weighed a ton.  Yet somehow, she managed to get up to her unsteady feet.  She stood there for a bit in a daze; having forgotten why she took the effort to stand up.

“Hey.”

Charlie’s voice interrupted that thought.  Her head swiveled in the direction of her boyfriend.  He was laid back on the couch, a foot propped up on the coffee table, with his bong in one hand and the other on his stomach.

“Bring me something back, will ya?” he asked.

The gears in her mind were slowly turning, it felt like minutes before the words were converted into a brain signal that she understood.  Oh, duh.  She said she was heading to the kitchen.

“What are you in the mood for?” she finally replied.

Charlie shrugged and scratched his belly.  Her eyes caught the movement of his hand and zeroed in on the sliver of yellow skin that peeked out the bottom of his white t-shirt.  A goofy grin blossomed on her face, and a heat flourished between her legs.  God, he was hot.

“Dealer’s choice?” she asked when he didn’t verbalize any answer.  He laughed at this before an obnoxious bong rip.  She took that as a ‘yes,’ but stared for a moment longer, watching as he lowered the bong and blew smoke up into the air above him.  Her mouth was dry as a fucking desert, and she was willing to bet it wasn’t solely because of the weed.

She wandered away from the couch, into the kitchen, where she walked straight to the fridge.  She opened it up, reaching for a half-empty bottle of soda.  She tilted it to her lips and finished it off, sighing in relief before reaching for a bottle of water to down as well.  After drinking her fill, she sat it back on the shelf, not bothering to screw the cap back on.  Her glazed-over eyes skimmed the contents of the fridge, remembering her boyfriend’s request for her to bring him something back.  There were a few Lunchable type things sitting there, those fancy adult ones that she usually took to work for her breaks.  She grabbed them, noting to herself that they were kind of small.  There was a container of French Onion dip, which she scooped up before letting go of the refrigerator door and opening the cabinet.  She grabbed a bag of chips, which revealed a box of snack cakes once it was out of the way.  Those sounded good too, so they ended up tucked under her arm.  With her hands now full, she meandered back to the couch, where Charlie’s head rested against the back.

Pepper plopped down on the middle cushion, right beside him, and dumped her bounty on the empty space beside her.  One of the fancy Lunchables was the first thing she reached for and she tore the plastic partway off.  She grabbed one of the toast rounds, then put meat and cheese on it before turning around to Charlie and poking his lip with it.

“Hm?”

Charlie lifted his head, glancing over to see his girlfriend holding the salami and cheese cracker up.  Smirking, he sat up a bit and opened his mouth, allowing her to feed it to him.  She began constructing the next one while he chewed the first, and it was ready for him by the time he opened his mouth again.  This continued until the snack pack was empty, and she tossed it onto the coffee table before reaching for the dip.  The lid of the tub was removed and fell out of her clumsy hands, but she didn’t bother finding it.  She instead reached for the bag of chips and popped it open.  One of the ridged chips dunked into the dip, scooped up a hefty amount, and lifted to meet his mouth.

“Oh, dude,” he muttered as he chewed.  “Holy shit, man.  That’s good.”

“Yeah?” she asked.

“Yeah.”  Charlie leaned over, dunking his index finger in the dip before bringing it to her lips.  “Taste it.”

The critter’s finger was thrust between her lips before she even realized it, but she instinctively sucked the dip off.  Her eyes widened.

“Whoa,” Pepper said after he pulled his finger out from her mouth with a pop.  “Fuck.  That was good!  It’s like… It’s a new brand or something.  God, that’s delicious.”

Chips were forgotten as she grabbed his wrist, dunking his finger back in only so she could lick it off.  Charlie’s arm went limp as she did it again.  And again.  And again.  The way her tongue dragged across the cool, creamy dip on his fingers tickled and made him feel funny.

“God, you’re fucking so weird, Pep,” he chuckled, but made no effort to stop her.  He let her keeping being weird, because each time she did, blood rushed straight to his dick.  He saw no irony in his statement.

“Oh!  Sorry… Did you still want some?” she asked.  Without waiting for an answer, she stuck her own finger in the dip and held it up for him.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispered, voice hoarse with desire.  He leaned over, hoping to swipe it off her finger.  She had scooped too much, and his tongue knocked it right off and it fell onto her chest.  Pepper did not notice that it didn’t make it into his mouth, but Charlie did.  His eyes widened upon seeing how it plopped right on her tits.  He dove down, face first to clean it off of her, swiping his tongue along her cleavage.  She squealed and jumped from the sudden sensation, knocking the bag of chips over.

When Charlie lifted his head, he saw the how the bag had landed and made a mess of crumbs on the floor.  He frowned, sitting up and shaking his head.

“Damn, man,” he mumbled.  “How the hell are we supposed to eat all this dip now?”