I went to a festival and took molly with a stranger [mf]

Bad idea, I know, but hear me out.

(Disclaimer– I realize this is pretty long but I always like reading the meet cutes and flirty bits in these posts. I marked where sexytime starts if that’s your jam, though.)

It was the Landmark Festival in DC, back in 2015. I was really only interested in the Sunday lineup, but my friend wanted to see Saturday too and it wasn’t that much more expensive to get the two day pass, so I caved. My friend, Billy, ended up getting wayyy too drunk, so I ended up sorta taking care of him via frequent trips to the stalls and concessions for water. I tried to lobby for going home, but he was a mess and got stubborn in that way that drunk people do, so I relented and started dicking around on my phone.

So after one of these futile arguments, I noticed someone in my peripheral looking at me and sorta smiling. She said, “What can you do?” I wasn’t paying attention, so I kinda just nodded and laughed, but she added, “My friend does that all the time. She’s booting right now, actually.” Something about her tone got a more genuine laugh out of me and I replied that we should introduce them. She laughed too, and I turned to face her, and with her face lit up like that, I really noticed her.

22 (I learned later), Asian (Japanese, also learned later), yoga ish body on a short frame, a half sleeve of tattoos on her right arm, almond eyes and black hair. Meanwhile, I was a 26, pretty tan natural complexion, maybe a dozen scattered tattoos at this point, 5’10, decently athletic build from rock climbing, brown hair and beard.

So we riffed on our friends getting married or something dumb, but it was funny at the time. Or at least we were both laughing and smiling. Her friend came out and dragged her to one of the stages, so she kind of waved goodbye and that’s that. I was a little disappointed, but I didn’t exactly come to meet people, so whatever. Billy came out and, a little more sober this time, downed some water and we headed off to see a brass band that was playing.

After the set, he left to see some band that I didn’t care for and I went to get a beer, when I saw her again a bit in front of me. I sorta sped up and got hypnotized by her ass, which was a lovely sight even in the sundress she was wearing. I joined her on line and asked if her friend was ok. She looked up from her phone and I saw that smile again. She admitted that she lied earlier, that the engagement would have to be called off because her friend, Jess, was actually in a relationship. We joke a little more and eventually trade names, hers was Diana.

Thank god the line took so long, because it gave us quite a bit of time to talk. She was from Philly, staying with her friend for the weekend. It was pretty loud even there, so we were pretty close and I remember she smelled like cocoa butter. She was pretty handsy, too, touching my arm when she laughed or got excited about something. We got our beers and sorta hung around the concessions to keep chatting. We were really feeling each other, and I was mulling over how to make a move when she cut me off mid-sentence to kiss me.

**Heating Up**

We necked a little bit and I half joked that she should come stay at my place since it was a little closer, and she gave me this very charged look but just said, “Maybe next time.” I told her that tomorrow was the better lineup, but that I’d be rolling and would probably stay up all night. Her eyes got wide and she told me that she was planning on taking some molly too. We extolled the virtues of the drug and eventually tracked down Jess and Billy, introduced them, and went to one of the stages to see Drake. It’s not my cup of tea, but it was pretty danceable and she and I were all over each other. I was careful not to push things too far, but she was more than happy to take the lead– grinding her ass into my crotch, bringing my hands to her chest. I was painfully hard but didn’t want to ruin things by pressuring her to come back to my house. Fortunately, she addressed it after the set, saying that she should really spend time with Jess that night but that the next day, we should roll together. Jess wasn’t into molly and would be bringing her boyfriend anyway, so Diana would rather hang with me than be third wheel. I obviously agreed and we traded numbers. Billy and I went to a bar and continued drinking,and I could still smell her cocoa butter on my shirt when I got home. Billy and I parted ways, all while Diana and I were sexting each other. Things got pretty heated, and we both went to sleep looking forward to tomorrow.

The next morning, Billy and I got to the venue and met up with some mutual friends. I told Billy that I’d be… occupied most of the day, but he understood and I didn’t feel too bad because I wouldn’t be leaving him alone. So I found Diana once she arrived, and she looked incredible. I love sundresses, but she could rock a pair of daisy dukes good lord. Black tank top to go with them, and a bright blue bra underneath. We kissed hello, but were relatively tame most of the afternoon. Only a little bit of touching, but the tension was definitely there. The last two acts that night were Alt-J and the Strokes, and my plan was to stagger my doses so I’d be rolling for each. She planned on taking all of hers for the Strokes. I had my first one and once I started coming up, I was getting a lot more handsy. A little side note for those of you who have never done molly– it makes you very interested in tactile sensation because literally everything feels good, even mild pain. It also makes you very affectionate and euphoric, like everyone’s your friend and everything is the best and you just want to spread that good feeling. Not something I do regularly, but man do I enjoy it a couple times a year.

We were vibing to Alt-J, and grinding really hard now. She kept on kissing my neck, reaching back to stroke my cock through my shorts and I was in heaven. After their set, she asked me if I’d ever had sex on molly. I hadn’t and she smiled. As she took her dose and washed it down with water, she said she wanted to come back to my place and “continue partying”. I was 1000% down and took my remaining dose. The Strokes were amazing, obviously, but she and I were all over each other. Like I’m sure we were getting looks, but neither of us cared at all. The only things we were even conscious of were each other and the band. Even through her bra, I could feel her hardened nipples, and she even put my hand down her shorts where I could feel her warmth while I rubbed her. I don’t even remember whether or not they played a encore, but as soon as the lights came on, we rushed out of there.

**On Fire**

High on the molly and each other’s energy, we walked a couple miles to my place, talking the entire time and only stopping at red lights to kiss furiously. I made sure that she text Jess my address just in case, but we felt amazing. We got water and went to my room and put on some music and I could finally see her in the light. Her pupils were very dilated, as I’m sure mine were, but we looked at each other for a while, taking turns rubbing each other here and there. The clothes started coming off, me down to my briefs and her down to her panties, blue to match her bra. The damp spot was visible. I paid close attention to her nipples, even enjoying how they felt on my lips, not to mention the way she’d moan and grab the sheets. I remember looking down at her, our infectious smiles still there from hours ago, and asking if I could give her a massage. I just had this intense desire to feel every part of her, to give her pleasure.

She turned over onto her stomach and god I wish I had taken a picture. That amazing ass, her panties contrasting with her pale skin, the wet spot there, more noticeable than ever. I straddled her and began with light strokes on her back, just tracing her shape and taking it all in. My palms began digging in harder and harder, until each push was met with a small gasp or a moan. I mixed in kissing her neck and nibbling her ear lobe and scratching her scalp, everything I could think of. I couldn’t tell you how much time I spent there, but I got so locked in that I almost forgot she had a second half. I dismounted her to focus on her legs, and she parted them a little for me. I could see the outline of her pussy through the thin material, but I wanted to take my time. She still smelled like cocoa butter, although sweatier, but I could definitely make out that delicious scent that told me how turned on she was, as if everything else didn’t clue me in.

I went up and down her legs, practically worshipping them. I’m not a foot guy, but I even gave her a foot rub because she seemed to like it. But I couldn’t stay away much longer. I worked my way up her thighs and began rubbing her ass thoroughly. Squeezing her cheeks and running my thumbs along the under side. She was squirming and I asked if it was ok, and she said yes so I kept going. My fingers eventually began tracing the lines of her panties, and when I pressed my thumb against the wet spot she groaned loudly into the pillow and then pulled back, telling me to wait. I was worried I had done something wrong, but she told me that she didn’t want to cum yet.

I had her turn over and we made out some more, with me grinding my bulge into her, but I soon began using my hands again. This time with gentle strokes on her neck and collar bone, a massage of her breasts where I lightly pinched and twisted her nipples. I kissed her stomach and just above her panties, my mouth watering at that aroma, but continued the massage, this time on her quads and inner thighs. I was getting close again, and began tracing her pussy. I asked if I could take off her panties, and she nodded, so I peeled them off and was met by a lovely pussy, with shaven sides and a patch of black hair above it. I went to kiss it, but she pulled away again. Between heavy breaths, she said, “It’s just… I usually squirt when I cum. Is that ok?” Back then, I was only vaguely familiar with what she meant, but I didn’t really care. I just wanted to make her feel good and told her as much. I offered to get a towel if that would make her feel more comfortable, and retrieved one promptly. After she positioned it under her butt and kind of in front of her, I kissed her again and told her, looking into her eyes, that all I cared about was making her feel good and that she should relax and and enjoy herself no matter what.

I laid down beside her and continued kissing her deeply, letting my hand drift between her legs. I began tracing her wet, engorged lips and was aching to taste her. I pressed onto her clit with a few fingers and started stroking it, and just like she said, in less than a minute, I felt her gush a little onto my hand as her nails dug into my arm. I was just thrilled that she came, I didn’t care about anything else. I told her how hot it was and that I wanted to taste her. Mollified that I wasn’t grossed out, she nodded and I positioned myself between her legs. After all that teasing, I couldn’t hold back. I tried, as much as I could, but it wasn’t long before I was sucking on her clit and curling my fingers into her g spot. I made her cum only a couple more times before she told me she needed a break. My beard was drenched, the towel was soaked, and the sheets had some splatter on them. She told me to lie back.

She mounted me and ground her wetness against my briefs, leaning down to kiss me. I knew she could taste herself, which only made it hotter. She kissed my neck and my chest and even my nipples as she made her way down my stomach, running her fingers through my chest hair. She rubbed my legs, not to the extent that I rubbed hers, but I didn’t mind. My cock was on fire. It sprung out and she looked at it with such intensity, gripping it at the base devouring as much of it as she could. The opposite of what I did to her, she just attacked. She couldn’t get it all the way down her throat, but it didn’t matter. She was using her hands expertly, getting them wet with saliva and using them as an extension of her lips. I thought I’d cum immediately, but I had some trouble (she later told me that happened sometimes with guys on molly). Once she repositioned herself and I had her ass to play with, I came buckets. It had been a little while and good lord I emptied my balls into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop with only a little coughing.

We took a break to pee and cuddle up with some water, but catching our breath didn’t last too long. I was hard again so quickly, I’m not sure I ever went fully soft. We were on our sides and she was stroking my cock again, looking me in the eyes as she scooted a little closer. Neither of us had anything but pleasure on our minds, and she mounted me again, this time sliding my cock into her bare pussy. She rode me hard, back and forth while she rubbed her clit, but I don’t think she came again until she started the up and down motion and her pussy ejected my cock as she squirted again on my stomach. We positioned ourselves in doggy and I’m not sure if she came every time, but it seemed like every few thrusts, my cock was forced out and she was gushing onto my sheets. It was a lot harder to cum this time, but once we got into missionary and I could see the pleasure written on her face, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Her ankles were on my shoulders (thank yoga) and my entire body weight was on top of her, folding her in half as I slammed home with every thrust. We kissed a little, but I enjoyed staring into her eyes as they rolled into the back of her head. The wet noises were sort of muffled by her silent screaming and the music in the background, but I could tell she was cumming as I buried myself as deep as I could while I erupted inside of her. Every twitch of my cock, every spurt reverberated through her entire body and I could feel her pussy clenching on me. Her legs straightened and were shaking, but I was enraptured by the look in her eyes. I only pulled myself off of her minutes later, after looking into each other’s eyes and smiling and gasping for breath.

We pulled the sheets over us and cuddled for a while, talking and touching, but we didn’t have sex again, and she eventually went back to Jess’s house at like 3am to catch a bus the next morning. And yeah it was a dumb idea not to use a condom, but luckily we were both std negative and she was on the pill. I saw her again when I came up to Philly for a show, but that was it. She got a bf and other than some late night reminiscing over text, we never met up again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j4zamj/i_went_to_a_festival_and_took_molly_with_a