A Threesome With Molly
My father was in the Air Force as a child and as a result we moved around quite frequently. By third grade we moved out of the country to an Air Force base in Japan where we spent four years before my parents divorced and I moved back to the United States with my mother. My father moved to Texas with his new wife. Meanwhile, we lived in my uncle's basement along with my grandma until my mother could afford to rent us our own place.
I started school again late 7th grade and knew nobody having just moved from Japan to Seattle three weeks before, however I made a friend quickly in a rather awkward way. On the second day of attending school, a boy named Derrick, who I had never spoken to before, approached me and said "Hi, I'm Derrick. Do you wanna be friends?" like we were five years old still, but it was such a direct approach that I just said "I'm Zoe. Sure." and like that we were friends.
I didn't consider Derrick a very good friend at first. He was dorky and got picked on a lot by the more popular kids. He also wasn't someone I would have considered attractive when he was a kid either. Still, we hung out together until he moved away to his mom's in Portland during the summer of eighth grade and we stopped talking for a couple years.
Sophomore year rolled around and I was skipping class at the coffee shop near the high school when out of nowhere my friend Jane came in and found me to say "Zoe, guess who's outside? Derrick's back!" without giving me a second to guess. Jane had known Derrick longer than I had. She was one of his other few friends and was obviously more excited than she should have been, but Derrick was a friend, so I went to go say hello.
Derrick was outside under the tree by the coffee shop smoking weed out a makeshift pipe made from a soda can with a couple other kids from the high school when he saw me and he coughed the weed out of the can from the sight of me. My body had matured dramatically in the two years he was gone, and I was no longer the dumpy little girl I was in middle school and neither was he. Now he looked strong, kinda cute, and he stopped having green emo boy bangs.
Derrick moved back in with his dad in Seattle and we became inseparable. I was sure it was because he had a crush on me but five years he never made any sort of move, just treated me as a friend and I him. By the time we were twenty years old he was working for his dad's construction company and living in a trailer in his father's back yard and I lived with roommates, Ben and Brittny, a couple blocks up the road. We were both fully matured young adults and neither of us were unattractive. I'm of a petite build being only 5' 3" and 110 lbs, but have decently large C cup breasts. My only issue I see with my body when I look in the mirror is I don't think I have enough of an ass.
My roommates were huge party animals with Ben considering himself a "psychonaut", so there was never a shortage of fun parties with all sorts of drugs. This story, however, is about the night Ben and I went over to Derrick's trailer with half a gram of molly and things became different for the rest of my life. I had confessed to my other roommate Brittny, who was also Ben's girlfriend, that I have had a crush on Derrick for at least a year but was sure that he would eventually make a move himself. She half joked with me that he's known me since the eighth grade and if he was going to he would have done it by now. She told Ben about this, and he came up with a plan to get me to make the first move. Neither Derrick nor I were aware that Ben decided to play Stupid Cupid, but it worked exactly as he wanted it to.
Derrick had called me while I was with Ben and Brittny and invited me over to watch some cartoon movie made by Rob Zombie, which wasn't exactly something I was super interested in but I was willing to give it a chance. I told them I was leaving to go watch a movie over at Derrick's and Ben insisted he tag along, so after some persistent pestering he came with me. We went into Derrick's trailer and started watching the movie when Ben pulls out three pill capsules with little white crystals in it: molly. Neither Derrick nor I had done MDMA before, but we decided there's a first time for everything and each took a little less than two points.
Only about twenty minutes later Ben suddenly announces that he has to leave and abruptly gets up and walks out of the trailer. Derrick and I gave each other confused looks but said bye out the door to him and continued watching the movie. It was very strange, with tons of cartoon nudity that before the molly even kicked in was making me oddly aroused. About halfway into the movie it kicked in suddenly and hard. Everything felt amazing in a sort of uncomfortable kind of way, and tactile sensation was amplified to an unexpectedly strong point.
"Is it kicking in for you? Because it is kicking in HARD for me." I ask Derrick while I feel my eyes vibrate in my head like a plucked guitar string.
"Yeah, it's hitting me pretty strongly right now." He replied and put his face in his hands and rubbed his temples, looking slightly disoriented.
The movie became much more interesting at the point, but I couldn't stop stroking the fuzzy blanket I was sitting next to on the table/bed/couch in his trailer. Eventually the sensation from the blanket was too much and I had to show Derrick.
"Hey Derrick, you have to feel this blanket! I've never felt something so soft in my entire life!" I spewed in amazement at the fluffiness of it. I got up and brought it over to where he was sitting on his bed and held it out for him to feel. My senses being turned up to 11 as they were felt his hand stroking mine through the blanket and set shivers up my arm and spine.
"Holy shit, what the fuck!?" I half shout as my hand being stroked sent waves of ecstasy and euphoria through my body. "Wow, hold on, fuck this blanket. Touch the back of my hand again!" I say as I toss the blanket aside.
