The following events took place in a small, well-off town in Massachusetts, the summer before my last year of college. I was 23 at the time.
I think, generally, you might call me “oddly attractive,” or perhaps “unique” in my looks. I’ve had success with women over the course of my life. On average, during college, I probably hooked up with five or six girls a year. It seems to go, as far as I can tell, that a majority of women are uninterested in me or find me unattractive, while a smaller subset of women, for some reason or another, are very drawn to me. I’ve wondered why that is on a few occasions, but over the course of the summer three years ago, I didn’t have to think about it once. There must have been some magical two-month window where the stars aligned and I was, for whatever reason, either very attractive, or very lucky. Maybe I was just the right weight. Maybe my depression levels gave me just the right amount of apathy. For whatever reason, I fucked or hooked up with a dozen or more women, many of whom I’d never met before, in the span of two months.
That year, my family moved out of our house, and our hometown in Massachusetts, into a smaller town about 20 minutes north. It was on the ocean. My house was a few blocks from the shore. I knew nobody, but at that time in my life, I was drinking a lot, going out a lot, and generally having a good time, so I wasn’t worried. When I wasn’t heading back to my hometown to hang out with people, my plan was basically to do exactly the same thing, like usual, in this new town. I had a friend or two who were down to come by and see what the nightlife was like, so I had a good time for those first couple weeks, even though I hadn’t yet met many locals.
About three weeks into my stay in the town, I was in a bar with a friend having some drinks. We were discussing how we might meet some people. We wanted to make some local friends and see what the culture was like in the town, but we had yet to see many other college kids. Specifically, we had yet see any large groups of kids. In my experience, it’s more difficult to make new friends with one or two random kids. It’s much easier to make friends with a large group of people all at once. Two random kids inviting you from a bar to another bar or house? Awkward and unlikely. Ten or fifteen kids in a big squad inviting you to tag along? Sure, why not, the more the merrier.
It was during this discussion, sitting in a little bar, electronic jukebox playing music way too loud, that I caught a glimpse of someone opening the backdoor to the place. A big, metal, “emergency exit,” “don’t open me” type of door. And as the door swung open, I saw, all crowded around a small back patio (or a large fire escape), a dozen kids all standing around drinking and smoking.
On that patio, over the course of three nights, I met a huge group of people who all seemed like they just wanted to have a good time. The summer had begun. The group were all a little deadbeat, a little slacker, a little party-animal, which was fine by me. I went there to drink, relax, and talk to the local flavor, and it was a great three days. On the fourth day, things escalated.
I got there around 9 pm, per usual, and ordered a drink. Out back, among the crowd already assembled, I started talking to Emma. She was a short, quiet, very cute, early-Modest-Mouse, alt-prep, dirty blonde with a little too much of her parents money and, usually, the 10 dollar mix drink that proved it. Tonight, she had a water. I asked her why, and she informed me excitedly that she had appropriated some acid and was planning to take it. I congratulated her. She offered me a tab.
Kids, don’t do drugs. If you’re gonna do them, do them responsibly. Which means do them with a very cute, alt-prep, 5’5″ 21-year-old girl and fifteen random drunk kids.
I took half a tab. I wasn’t trying to get crazy, and I’ve found in my life that hallucinogenics really don’t need to be overdone. In saying as much out-loud, she agreed, and took a half herself. She told me she wanted us to be on the same wavelength. She had that coy type of smile, like she knew something other people didn’t. She stood next to me on the balcony and stole some drags of my cigarette. Her friend took a polaroid picture of us, and she nestled up against me and I put an arm around her. I still have the photo today. The lighting is terrible.
An hour and a half later, the squad decided to leave the bar and head back to a kid’s house. This was a first for me, in my role as new guy in town. Emma was excited for me to come with, and I was happy to join. On the ride to the house, in the backseat, me and her were tripping, lightly, and talking, quietly. She sat directly next to me, in the middle seat, despite the other window seat being open. She told me she was happy I had agreed to take the acid with her, because she hadn’t wanted to take it alone. We talked, and I was aware that she had rested her hand on my leg, and was pressing her body against me. Her face was a few inches away from mine. When she spoke, she looked up at me and switched between eye contact, and watching my mouth. She had a very focused, excited, quiet energy to her.
It was clear where the night was headed at this point, so I kissed her very gently. It was a short kiss. The hallucinogenics were heightening my senses, and she kept eye contact while I leaned in. I felt a rush of extreme… emotion, excitement, arousal. A feeling I’ve never experienced so intensely, before or after. It was the realization that me and this girl were going to have sex that night. The realization that she had placed her hand on the inside of my thigh. That she was staring me in the eyes. It is an extremely vivid memory for me, to this day. We kissed again, and continued kissing for the rest of the drive.
At the house, which was very nice, kids crowded out back and continued to drink and smoke weed. We joined them and she held me by the arm. We talked with people and enjoyed ourselves for perhaps another hour. The hallucinogenics made me feel very calm, and clear-headed, and also very excited. She didn’t leave my side, and I was getting hornier. She was touching me a lot, and I was at least slightly hard for the entire time we stayed outside. At some point, kids ended up in the house, which was empty, and I took this opportunity to lead her upstairs and into a bedroom. I don’t know whose bedroom it was. I did not care. My cock was working on its own now. I was getting harder and harder. In the bedroom, we didn’t speak. She stood in front of me and held eye contact. She was wearing tight jean shorts, and a low cut, short sleeve blouse. Her hair was in a ponytail. She still had her shoes on, and she slipped out of them, holding eye contact. The acid was still in effect, though waning, and my senses were still heightened. Everything felt more intense, as a result. My cock was extremely hard, at this point. Then, very slowly, she began unbuttoning her shorts. Still, she held eye contact. I know we both had the same look on our face: “I’m going to fuck you. Right now.” At some point she had told me she was on birth control. I don’t know when.
Before she could continue, I stepped up to her, grabbed her ass in one hand, her arm in the other, and spun her so she was standing with her side to me. She let out a little gasp, but said nothing. I reached down, between her legs, and finished unzipping her shorts. Reaching up, I placed that hand gently around her neck, and pressed my other on the center of her back. With a little bit of pressure, she began arching her back and leaning forward, slightly, until her ass was sticking out and she was resting lightly on the hand around her neck, something I’ve done with many girls since.
I put a hand on her ass, grabbed the top of her shorts and slowly pulled them down, making sure her panties stayed in place. They were lace, pink, and they fit around her ass perfectly. Slowly, I got the shorts over the curve of her ass, and worked them down past her thighs. Her ass was gorgeous, and I think she could feel how turned on I was. I could feel her breathing hard while I held her. She was almost shaking, and turning her slightly I could see that her eyes were closed. I ran my other hand very lightly up the side of her body, under her blouse, and felt her shiver. Keeping on, I ran my hand over her back and down past her now exposed ass. Eyes still closed, she reached over rested her hand on my cock. She started running her hand along it, slowly. I felt like I couldn’t control myself anymore. I reached in between her legs, from behind, and lifted up. My palm covered her whole pussy, and I could feel that her panties were dripping wet. I held her like that for a moment. She pressed down against me, rubbing herself on my hand. Holding her body like this, I spun her slowly, again, and guided her onto the bed. She crawled up onto the bed, and her demeanor changed.
She turned, unzipped my khakis, and pulled my cock out. It’s 7 inches long, and it was rock hard. Immediately, she put it into her mouth and started sucking. I slid my pants the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. She followed me as I moved, keeping my cock in her mouth. Her tongue was licking the head, her hand was wrapped around the base, and I reached over her and grabbed her ass while she sucked. I asked her, “can you handle being spanked?” She looked up at me and nodded, taking my cock out of her mouth, still holding it by the base. Quietly, she said, “you can be rough with me if you want.”
So I hit her on the ass. She jumped, but went right back to sucking my dick. I spanked her and listened to her moaning quietly, but after a few moments, I had to slide her panties off her ass and start fingering her. She was dripping wet, and two fingers fit in instantly. At this point, she was really moaning. It was enough for me. I needed to fuck her. I pulled her off my cock by her hair, and she came up quickly, but kept stroking it with her hand. She looked at me like she might cum right then.
I spun her around and pulled her ass to me. Then I grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head up, so she was upright, had her back arched, and her ass off the side of the bed. I leaned into her ear, and asked her very quietly, “do you want to get fucked?” She nodded, and with my other hand I put my cock between her legs. “Ask nicely,” I said. And she did. She said, “please fuck me.” She said it very quietly, her eyes closed.
I slid my cock in and pushed, slowly, until all 7 inches were inside her. Her mouth was wide open, but she wasn’t making a sound. I held her like this, and she didn’t move a muscle. When I started fucking her, she let out tiny little moans. They sounded desperate, like she couldn’t help herself. I was stilling holding her by the hair, pulled so her back was arched and she was looking up at the ceiling. I fucked her like this, telling her in her ear she was a good girl, until she started to shake. I could feel her body tightening, and she was moaning loudly now. I grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, lining them both up with each other so I could hold them in place with one hand. With my other hand holding her hair, I started fucking her even harder.
I knew we were both going to cum. At this point I couldn’t control myself. I was pulling her hair hard now, and her arms behind her back kept her locked in place. I said, “are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” She just let out a long, desperate whine and started shaking. When her pussy started tightening around my dick, that was it for me. I pushed all the way inside her and started coming. Hard. I felt like an animal. I was not thinking about anything. She just kept whining. I held her in place until I finished coming. It was a powerful orgasm, and I was moaning in her ear. Then, slowly, I lowered her to the bed and she lay there, shaking, with her ass in the air, and my cock still inside her.
After a moment, I pulled out, and ran my hand over her body, climbing onto the bed with her. She lay like that for a while, next to me. Then she started laughing, and I joined her. She kissed me, and we lay in the bed for a while, a couple hours, talking, coming down from our mild trip. An hour or two later, I held her down on the bed and fucked her again. We fucked for longer this time, and the sex was rougher. She wanted me to choke her, and hit her harder. I did. She had a quiet way of moaning that was incredibly hot. She sounded like she only moaned because she couldn’t help it, like the noises were forced out of her, and they were high pitched and short. I hit her on the ass repeatedly, and pulled on her tits. I choked her, pressing down on the sides of her neck, and that made her moaning even louder and more desperate. At some point, I flipped her onto her back, and lifted her legs up to her shoulders, so her pussy was completely exposed. I told her to look me in the eyes, and I fucked her in this position for a while. When I came inside her again, I put my hands around her throat and tightened, and she started shaking and came with me. It was very satisfying sex. At maybe 3 or 4 am, we made our way downstairs and each uber’d home. Kids were still hanging out and drinking. They didn’t bother saying anything.
I hooked up with her a few more times that summer, but she actually was not around much. She was friendly when she was around, but there was some other life she had that didn’t involve me or that group of kids, and that wasn’t an issue for me. There were other opportunities that summer.
**Well:** That was absurdly long, huh. Remembering that night all the way through was an intense experience for me. There were parts of it I hadn’t thought about in a long time, and there were some parts I’ve thought about many times since. In some ways, that sexual experience taught me a lot of things, perhaps subconsciously, about what sex should really feel like. It helped teach me that a sexual experience is more intense the more someone is on the same page as you. So your goal should always be to work with the other person to heighten their senses and turn them on as intensely as possible. It’s just a bummer you can’t always drop some acid before a nice fuck.
**And:** Yes, there are potentially like 4 more parts to the total story of that summer. I haven’t written a story on here in like 3 years, so we’ll have to see if I decide to write another… It would be fun to tell the whole story of the summer, but this is probably too long for anyone to bother to read. If I did write them, I’d probably make them just as absurdly long winded as this one. There was something almost therapeutic about reliving the entire night, and the circumstances of it all.
Cheers
If you’re younger and reading this, be responsible in life and only do drugs if you’re 100% sure you want to and are in a safe environment to do so. In my personal opinion, if you’re under the age of 18, you shouldn’t be doing any drugs at all. Take it from me, it’s a big mistake at that age. And beyond that, if you’re under 24 or 25, you should still be very careful about what drugs you take. And finally, on top of all of that, there are a lot of drugs out there that are just bad news no matter what, and you should never do them at all. If you’re not sure which category a drug falls into, don’t do it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jqi8ro/the_summer_part_1_beginnings_mild_hallucinogenics