Maybe the molly was a mistake but, at the time, it had felt like a good idea and it probably would have been if I had limited it to one pill. Or hadn’t followed that up with a tab of acid adorned with a big yellow smiley face. There was a moment, several moments in fact, of doubt but then that indescribable feeling of liquid love started rolling through my veins like honey and all was forgotten beyond the here and the now.
Before I get too lost in my high, I should probably fill you in on a few things, such as how I’d ended up at a farmhouse, complete with an actual barn, up in the hills above Half Moon Bay on Halloween. Going to have to hit the reverse button for a second and take you back several hours and about fifty miles away to a mystical city called San Francisco. For those of you who don’t know me, that’s where I grew up. My name’s Alice. So yeah, I was high on MDMA, more commonly known as Molly; if you’ve ever dropped a little heart-stamped pill, you’d totally get it. The rest of you, just take my word for it. It was like eating candy made with the pure essence of orgasmic pleasure. Just thinking about getting high was enough to make my tight little pussy soak through my rainbow-patterned panties.
Speaking of drugs, damn, once it starts hitting you, it’s hard to think of anything else besides that raw need we all feel; to touch or to be touched, and no, I’m not talking about Hallmark platitudes. I’m talking about being naked and writhing around in a nest of pillows and blankets with whoever cares to join in, their hand roaming along my flanks, fingers tracing my hip bones, mouths pressing against my titties and sucking on my hard, swollen nipples while I squirm and moan, feeling like one gigantic orgasm is washing slowly through me like waves of whipped chocolate, lapping at my puffy lips and breaking against my pouty pleasure nub. Fuck, just thinking about it made me want to lean up against the bathroom wall and shove my hand into my tight little panties and finger fuck myself to nirvana. So, that’s exactly what I did, not giving a damn who was waiting to get in and take a piss, and yeah, pretty sure the door wasn’t soundproof. Like I said, though, I didn’t really care. If they wanted to get off on hearing me moan like a dirty little sex kitten in heat, I was more than happy to let them. Hell, if someone had burst in and yanked my no longer pristine panties down my thighs and helped me out, I wouldn’t have complained either. Apparently, no one was brave enough, so this time, I had to be content to be a solo act.
Not sure how long it lasted. Drugs do funny things to me. Sometimes the fireworks explode in my brain minutes after eager fingers connect with my magic button. Other times I can spend hours on the edge, not letting myself freefall until I’m close to exhausted with the exertion and self-induced frustration. This time, I’m guessing it was close to ten minutes, my back to the wall as I slid slowly down into a squat, feet firmly on the worn linoleum, thighs spread wide enough to let myself drive a pair of fingers, slick with my own juices, in and out of my tight little fuck hole until I started to shake and shiver, the sound of my lust-fueled moans turning me on even more until I threw my head back, lights exploding as it came into contact with the faded wallpaper covering the wall. Not that I noticed the pain. How could I when the mother of all orgasms was ripping through me savagely, threatening to turn me inside out? God, and that was probably just the first of many, I thought, sitting there stunned, my panties settled around my quivering thighs, legs spread as wide as I could manage as pearlescent fluids leaked slowly from my satisfied cunt, too spent for the moment for even a half-hearted attempt at modesty.
And then the drugs really started kicking into high gear, making it hard to think of anything but finding someone who wanted to take advantage of a half-naked girl with nothing on her mind but getting off, this time with a partner. Perhaps two partners. Hell, as many as were willing, really. I was here on my own, learning about the party from a friend of a friend of a friend who’d hooked me up with an invite and a ride. Nobody I knew, which was cool. Like I cared. In fact, the idea appealed to me. Ended up dressed up like a fairy tripping on acid. It was a Halloween party, after all. Had the wings and everything. Totally risqué, too, with a slightly transparent dress that sparkled and shimmered with sequins. You could see my rainbow colored panties through it. My bra too, had I been wearing one. Some glittery makeup and polish and some bangles and cheap jewelry, and I was pretty much done. Hey, at least I didn’t dress up as a hooker.
It was a pretty cool place, really. Big farmhouse, a real actual barn like the ones you see in picture books. People running all over the place in costumes. Must have been close to two hundred partygoers, I was guessing, and at least half of them much older than me, like early thirties. The couple I’d gotten the ride with? Shannon and Brian? Like thirty-five or so. Really nice couple. Funny and clever and sexy as hell. I felt like a kid riding in back, but really, that’s kind of what I was. All of eighteen. And now? I was a horny kid candy-flipping while wandering out the front door to where the real action was, or at least where I hoped it was; within the barn, a place that I had yet to explore, having just arrived less than an hour ago. In my defense, it was up a bit of a hill, and, in my mind, fairies ran around in four-inch heels when they weren’t flittering about on gossamer wings. Only one thing to do. I lost the heels, literally. Thank god they weren’t that expensive. Lost the panties too, after getting them tangled around my ankle and almost breaking my neck. And so it was, just as the sun was setting in the hills above Half Moon Bay, I set out up the hill, my goal drifting in and out of focus behind the foggy haze of my high as I slowly made my way, alone, up the twisting trail…
Actually, it was a fairly straight dirt road, and I wasn’t really alone. Like I’d said, there were close to a couple hundred guests and the odds of me wandering alone in the dusky twilight, dressed as I was, were pretty slim.
“Hey, fairy girl,” he called out, suddenly alongside me, taking my elbow.
'He' being a very tall vampire or goth of some sort. I wasn’t quite sure what. Didn’t really matter, either.
“Hi,” I managed, giggling a little between the ‘H’ and the ‘I’.
“Need some help?”
Did I need some help? Hell yeah. I needed help getting off again. I needed him to push me up against a tree or something and fuck my brains out. I needed…
“I was trying to find the barn,” I managed, slurring my words a little as the world began to shift a little to the right. Or left. Or maybe it was me that shifted.
“Been drinking?” he asked with a grin.
“Nope,” I answered truthfully, unsure if I would elaborate until the words come out of my mouth. “Dropped some E, though. And some acid. Kind of high.”
“Cool,” was all he said as he led me slowly up the road, along with several other stragglers, all moving at different paces. I could already see the gears working in his brain. He was totally going to get some tonight. I only smiled, thinking the same thing as I glanced up at the stars. Not a cloud in the sky. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I tried to get him to stop, attempting to pick out the perfect words for what I was feeling at the moment; so interconnected with everything and everyone. Finally, I found them, tilting my chin up so that I could watch his eyes as I imparted the most profound realization I had ever experienced in all my years.
“I’m not wearing panties.”
My glibness astounded even me.
“God,” he replied, or breathed, or something, his eyes lighting up like he’d just won the lottery as he cupped my pussy with his right hand, apparently needing confirmation. In response I simply moaned, unable to stop my hips from rolling against his palm, grinding my already soaked cunt against his fingers, whimpering as I felt one, no two, slide between my folds and violate me in the most delicious manner. Maybe it should have bothered me that this Twilight wannabe had his hand up under the hem of my dress and was finger fucking me in the middle of the road, but to be honest, it didn’t. It just felt too damn good to stop, even if I’d wanted to.
“Yes,” I managed as I grabbed his wrist with one hand and his belt with the other, pulling myself against him as I rubbed myself obscenely on him, my mouth parting without a second thought as he pulled me even closer, cupping my ass as he kissed me lewdly. There was nothing tender about it, nor romantic. It wasn’t making love, it was pure lust-fueled animal nature taking over. There was only one goal, at least for me, and that was to come.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing his hips against my belly, my hand trapped between, fingers still gripping his belt. For a moment I actually felt guilty about not worrying about getting his zipper down and grabbing his cock. The least I could do is give him a handjob. Whatever. Sometimes a chick has to take care of her own needs, you know?
“Don’t fucking stop,” I managed, feeling a rush as the drugs swept through me, pushing me again towards the peak, crashing through my synapsis, my endorphins bouncing off each other in a mad rush to fill me to bursting. That’s technical talk for I was so far gone that pretty much the touch of a butterfly’s wings on my cheek would have set me off at that point. Without even a cry of warning I exploded, my fluids gushing all over his hand as I grabbed onto him for balance, my legs already giving way as the full gravity of my body settled on his hand, my pussy bearing the crux of my weight as my head slowly tilted back and I gazed at shadows of moonlit clouds above me, barely aware of my nameless lover fumbling to undo his belt one-handed, his fingers painfully gripping the cheeks of my ass.
While I am sure that I would have enjoyed whatever designs he had, fate stepped in and turned my world, eventually, on its head. While I stood, suspended between moments, warm honey trickling down the insides of my thighs, waiting for him to stuff me full of cock, a very strange thing happened and, once again, my world tilted, this time in a 360-degree circle that turned me inside out. At least that was what it felt like. I smiled, serene and nonplussed, knowing that feeling so very well. That was the acid kicking in. Finally. I looked up, amazed at the veil of stars strewn across a black velvet sky. And the moon, a bright orb floating just above me. All I had to do is reach out and touch it. Or them. Two moons, now, one glowing white and the other kind of blueish green. It took my breath away, it was so pretty. Obviously, my status as fairy girl allowed me to see this second satellite.