[M]y Fellow Server [F] Took Molly and Booty Called Me

Ok so I enjoy writing and reminiscing and this sorta got away from me, so I’ll mark it to tell you when the good stuff starts…

Back in college, I worked as a waiter for a chili bar. The pay was only mildly better than the cashier job I had prior, but it was loads more fun. The bar was about a mile from a large university, so most of the waitstaff and the guests were college kids. It was a party atmosphere with lots of joking, all the waitresses dressed in tight clothing to get better tips, and tons of sexual innuendo thrown around.

There were drugs, too, of course. Mostly weed, which I used regularly at the time, but also coke, which I’ve still never tried. People would come to worked blazed or sell a dub in the parking lot; it was a great place to be if you smoked. And this one girl, Alison, did it all.

Alison was slightly taller than me and mixed race, with caramel skin and black hair. She was stacked, and would end up always getting good shifts because the manager was a horn dog and also, sex sells. Long legs always on display in either painted-on jeans or daisy dukes, and a tight tank top with our bar’s logo on it to show off her C cup breasts.

Like many of the servers there, we flirted– grabbing asses, passing by someone and ‘accidentally’ bumping into them, that kind of thing. Looking back on it, it’s absurd that no one contacted HR, but we were all kids and filtered out the more reserved among us from those kinds of shenanigans.

One day, Alison and I were both working a double, which meant we’d have at least an hour long break between the lunch and dinner shift. She asked what I was doing and if I wanted to smoke a blunt, to which I obviously replied yes. I didn’t smoke that much back then, but there was no way I was turning down some one on one time with her.

She drove us back to my house (it was closer) and already had a few wraps in her car. She rolled it (I still have no idea how to roll a blunt) and we got very, very high. Good thing it was dark in the bar, because both our eyes were bloodshot when we got back.

While we were smoking, we were relaxing on the couch in my living room, while neither of my roommates were home. She insists on giving me a shotgun, which inevitably turns into making out and some touching. I finally got to feel those magnificent breasts, but when my hand continued south, she giggled and pushed it away, saying we should get back to work, but “… to be continued.”

On the way back to the bar, she tortured me, telling me how horny she gets when she’s high, and extoling the virtues of having sex on weed. She then tells me that’s nothing compared to sex on ecstasy. I tell her I’ve never done it, but her descriptions are woefully cut short as we arrive at work.

Over the course of the night, she’s teasing me with explicit descriptions of how incredible it feels, and we’re still copping a feel whenever we can, but the energy has shifted now. It’s not the playful banter and groping, it’s actual lust. She’s asking if I want to take a few rolls with her at some point, but I hadn’t done ‘hard’ drugs before and I told her she’s welcome to take some, but I’ll stick to weed. I ask if she wants to come back to my place after work, but she defers, as she has an early class the next morning. I thought I had messed up, that I should’ve just said yes, but she then tells me that I might just get a rolling booty call one of these nights, and that I’d better pick up.

Our shifts didn’t align the next few days, and I was an awkward guy back then, so I didn’t text her. I’m drinking and smoking one night with some friends at my house, playing beer pong, when I finally get a call. It’s her. I run to my room for a bit of privacy, and pick up, trying (and likely failing) to play it cool. She’s speaking a mile a minute and sounds super excited to talk to me, telling me I should pick her up and we could “have some fun”. I’m devastated and tell her that I don’t have a car, and am in no condition to drive anyway, but she tells me fine and to just come over.

****THE GOOD SHIT****

Wingman of the century, a buddy who hadn’t been drinking, offers a ride to spare me the two mile walk, so I bust ass getting cleaned up before I head over. She greets me outside and looks stunning. She had on some of those cotton short shorts, and a tank top. No bra, clearly, as her nipples were poking through. I go to give her a hug, but she pulls me in for a kiss. She tasted like minty gum.

She takes my hand and invites me inside, to a black light-lit room with her three roommates listening to music, one of whom I recognized from class. I’m offered some molly, but decline, and they don’t push any further. Alison tells me I’m missing out, but to come see her room. A round of giggles goes around the living room as I’m pulled away by Alison.

Her room is an absolute mess, but I didn’t care. She sits down on her bed and practically drags me on top of her, grabbing at my crotch and biting my lip so hard it hurts. It’s only at this point that I tell her that I’m worried about taking advantage of her, but she doesn’t listen. She’s in control at this point, and I’m just along for the ride. I could only protest so much before takes my hand and shoves it down her shorts.

She’s soaked, and my resolve is gone. She kisses me greedily and grasps at my bulge, moaning as she grips it through my shorts. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she’s growling as she kisses my neck and fumbles with my belt. Once she’s able to wrap her bare hand around my shaft, she pushes me onto my back and tears my shorts down so hard she breaks the zipper.

She inhales my cock, looking up at me as she jacks me off and slurps my balls. She stopped before I came, thankfully, but only long enough to disrobe. Off came the tank top, and off came the shorts and panties. I’m too distracted by her goddess-like figure to even think about the condoms I brought, and she mounts me, sliding me fully inside of her.

We both breathe out a sigh and she tells me how badly she needed that. I can only agree. She impossibly warm, hands on my chest as closes her eyes in bliss and begins rocking back and forth. She’s on her knees, rubbing her clit and bouncing on my cock, and it only takes a few moments before I embarrassingly tell her I’m about to cum.

Her eyes open and she looks fierce when she tells me yes, that she needs it, and sinks down to the hilt, gyrating her hips. I erupt inside of her, painting her walls with hot jets of cum and she lets out a deep, primal moan as she works her clit frantically and begins shaking as well.

But when she cums, she doesn’t stop. I haven’t gone soft yet, and I’m incredibly sensitive, but I see the pleasure written on her face and I bite my lip. She rides me hard, using my cock as her own personal sex toy, and when I look down, I can see our cum built up around the base of my shaft. I don’t know how many times she came, but by the time she was done, she was out of breath and we were both sweaty.

When she finally got off of me, I expected her to be ready to relax, but she seemed energized. Kissing me, talking quickly to tell me how amazing she feels and how hot I am. I know it’s at least partially the drugs talking, but I eat it up. She insists on giving me a backrub, so I undress and let her go to town. I’m practically ready to fall asleep I feel so relaxed, but she’s talking and talking about what her body feels like, how next time I need to try some. By the time she has me turn onto my stomach, I’m hard again.

She starts playing with me, but I manage to convince her to let me do the work this time. I return the massage, or at least, what I imagine she wants, which is for me to touch every inch of her. I essentially worship her body, caressing her and committing every curve to memory. She wants me to fuck her again, and she can feel my erection onher thigh, but I tell her I want to go down on her first.

I detect the tang of my cum, but mostly taste hers. She takes a pillow and moans into it as I start using my fingers and eating her out to the very best of my ability. None of the technique I have now, but oodles of enthusiasm. And everything I do elicits encouragement. Her slick folds clench my fingers and forming beneath her ass is a wet spot.

When my jaw gets tired, I sit up and look at her reddened face, pupils dilated with lust and drugs. She doesn’t need to tell me again, but she does, to fuck her. And I do. I get on top and give her everything I have. I had scratches on my back the next morning because of her nails, but the pain that night was hardly a thought. I threw my entire body weight into every thrust, panting and kissing her and feeling her legs wrap around me.

She started whispering in my ear, asking, *begging* for me to cum inside of her again. I could only hear that so many times before I gave her what she wanted, pushing in to the hilt and exploding inside of her once more.

She wrapped her arms around me and we laid like that for an eternity. I may have even dozed off briefly. When she finally got up for water, I went to the bathroom, and we got dressed to go hang out in the common space. Her roommates knew what had happened, obviously, and the music was much louder now, but they gave me a few beers and we all hung out until well past midnight when the energy started to peter out.

Alison and I went back to her room and passed out, having sex again the next morning before walking to Denny’s for breakfast. We hooked up several more times that spring/summer, and I agreed to try molly with her, but we never got around to it, and she graduated and moved away before we could.

I would months later try molly and love it, and as much fun as she and I had that night, I feel a slight regret that I didn’t take her up on the offer back then. So it goes.

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