A purple light filled the black room my friends and I were in. Thumping, rhythmic music sent shock waves of bass through the air, touching my skin causing tiny bursts of pleasure. I had taken ecstasy a few times at parties but never Molly and I quickly appreciated its subtle differences. I felt, relaxed. Euphoric.
There were nine of us total, mostly men, and we passed a blunt around the room simply enjoying the music and the company. Unlike ecstasy, which usually has me bouncing off the walls, sometimes literally, I felt planted in my seat on the soft couch. I wore a short white skirt that had a glowing effect in the blacklight, and the fabric felt amazing on my smooth legs. Everything felt amazing. I put my hands on my thighs and squeezed, only a little, as I ran my hands down them. I traced my way back up, only using the tips of my nails. Shivers went through my body.