We met in the morning for the first time; both friends of a friend who was organising a celebration. We had both offered to go around and help her decorate the house. The party was in a weeks time, but everything had to be just perfect; we were like that, we could spend ages preparing for an eight hour party. Strip the house bare, set up the sound system, put up the decorations. We use to have a party just getting ready to party. Minutes after arriving I got out the speed. Close to base it was.
My friend Jules had some too, quite a lot actually. We all started snorting like madmen; Jules passed a book with a line on to the stranger. She accepted it without a word, without a smile. That's what I like to see. Someone who can take their drugs without a fuss. Just go with the flow. We started drinking coffee, and smoking joints too. Over the second smoke I found out the girl was called Niccy. By eleven thirty we had emptied the living room of everything; sofas, tables, lamps. The room was bare. We took some more speed. I won't bore you with the details, but we spent about 10 hours messing around, sorting out the house, and keeping well topped up with speed and spliffs. We weren't addicts or anything - that day and the night of the party would be the only times I had taken drugs in months. We just knew how to let our hair down when the occasion arose.
By the end of the evening various people had drifted in and out of the house, shared some joints with us, and helped out with the decorations. Eventually they had all left, and Jules had gone to see her boyfriend. Throughout the day a bond had developed between me and Niccy. Nothing unusual, that's what happens when you spend a day getting wasted with someone; the barriers are down and friendships develop quickly. On my part there had been no thoughts of sex, although we were talking like intimates. That was the beautiful thing about those days.
Anyway, we decided to make a night of it and continue the days events through the night. We got in my car and went back to my place with the intention of dropping a couple of MDMA tabs. On the way we stopped off and bought some alcohol. We got to my flat and sat down on the floor of my bedroom. We smoked and drank and talked for hours and hours. The speed had started to wear off by about 1 am so we took an E each. The feeling of closeness between us intensified to the point where we were holding hands whilst talking, lolling about on the floor, and generally completely relaxed in each others company.
As the ecstasy hold became stronger and stronger my whole body began to heat up. If you've ever taken E you know that the simplest touch spreads like wildfire through your body; electrifies you to the very core. This was expected, and the friendly touching we had been indulging in was quite normal for two friends on E. Male friends, female friends, even strangers in clubs; we all used to touch each other, massage each other, set each other's bodies alight. Nothing sexual - or if there was, then it remained below the surface. This time it was different though.
Niccy was obviously coming up on the drug hard. She told me to sit with my back against the wall, which I did, and then she sat down putting my feet in her lap. She started massaging my feet through my socks. God, it felt good. Any kind of massage feels amazing on ecstasy, but on sensitive areas it makes you melt. I happily drifted into my drug haze as she continued to massage each foot in turn. She was an expert, I could tell, by the way she made each touch of her hands feel more intense than the last without resorting to tickling. I was in bliss. She was smiling too. That's another good thing about ecstasy - the massager gains (almost) as much pleasure as the person being massaged - its a very tactile drug. She started talking in a hypnotic tone. Just telling me about herself in quite some detail. I was too far gone to a higher plane of consciousness to respond. She didn't mind. She just kept talking and massaging my feet.
"Do you mind if I take your socks off?" she asked. Of course I didn't mind; I was on Cloud 9! I managed to grunt something at her in the affirmative. She ripped my socks off and started the massage again. Oh my GOD! It was much more intense this time. I could feel each one of her fingers working into my feet. Both of us were warm by this time, through the drugs and the atmosphere between us. I could feel her hands slipping around my feet on a sheen of fresh sweat. In spite of the ecstasy haze I could feel myself getting hard inside my jeans. No matter - I just let her continue her ministrations. She just kept massaging and massaging. If I hadn't been on E I would have just let her continue, but as it was I felt I should repay the compliment.
I told her to stop, and that it was her turn. We swapped positions and I removed her socks at once. I knew I was not in the same league of massagers as she was, but would do my best. I slowly and gently started to massage her left foot. It seemed to work. Within moments she was lying back against the wall, with her eyes closed and a dreamy smile on her face. I slowly built up the intensity of the massage, until I was pressing hard with my thumbs into her soles. The sweat on her foot was making my hands glide delightfully over its surface. I could vaguely smell the dusky smell of our sweat in the room.
