My thoughts were slowly losing their cotton candy consistency from the couple of hits of acid that I had taken earlier in the night. It had been one of those nights defined by the statement, "Well I have nothing better to do for the next 72 hours." So me and some friends walled ourselves off in a little fortress of insanity for a night of unreality.
But somewhere on this journey I had become misplaced, left carelessly discarded under a great dark tree that was filled with twinkling fireflies. A miniature universe that would have been a mere curiosity... but for myself, with a brain full of acid, it was an absorbing phenomenon to be gaped at in reverential awe. And beneath that magical other universe within a tree's boughs, I was left. Lost in my own crazed dreams, misplaced by my fellow mad sojourners.
But then found by another. My journey was not to be that of my friends, I was to take a much stranger and interesting path this night. As I sat under my tree with its beautiful fireflies I noticed the presence of three female shaped shadows walking down the small road I sat beside. I tried my best to ignore them, the last thing I really wanted right now was the distracting questions and judgments of sane people injecting themselves into my mad tea party of one. But this wish was shattered when I heard the words, "Mike, is that you?"
One of these shadowy women knew my name and was approaching closer to me. She knelt beside me and I was enveloped in the scent of her; the warm, dark presence of her captured my over active senses. I pointed up to the shimmering constellations of fireflies in the tree...it took a few attempts before they all looked to see why I was here... though in that revelation I apparently also showed something else, "Mike are you tripping?" Oh crap, who ever it was knew I was tripping, this couldn't be good. "Don't worry its me Dinah." Dinah, I remember meeting a woman with that name the week before. It was at one of my painfully nerdy pursuits, in this case the shared illusion of running around acting like a vampire with a group of people in a shared hallucination of modern gothic fantasy. I remember she was short, perhaps just coming up to the bottom of my chin, and she had a very cute face with a constant smirk that made you think that she was eternally amused by a joke that only she heard. And she was very aggressive with her flirtations, having left me with the need to relieve a great deal of pressure after sitting and talking with her alone for about thirty minutes. The fact that she had a gorgeous body...
"Mike... Hey Mike..." the shadowy women had been discussing among themselves about my fate and the one who claimed to be Dinah was asking me a question. My lack of answer was causing quite a bit of giggling. Slower this time she said, "Mike, do you want to come skinny dipping with us?"
"Uhm... ok."
As we were walking through the warm summer night air it was explained to me that the ladies did not have transportation to the river to go skinny dipping, and by luck they found me. And I had a car. As they talked about subjects I could not follow I searched for my keys in my pockets since my acid melted memory of the night up till now was playing hide and seek with them. I managed to find the pocket where they had sequestered themselves before we made it to my car, a white Dodge Daytona, which by some magical act of providence was only a quarter of a mile away and visible from where they had found me.
The girls took my keys, because there was no conceivable way I could control that machine... I was still seeing trailing lines behind the street lights as we were walking and thought the road was breathing. We piled into my car, the girls pushing me to the small back seat where I was squished together with Dinah.
In the light of the car's ceiling lamp I got my first looks at the two ladies I would soon be seeing a lot more of. There was a raven haired, athletic beauty named Ashley who was wearing jeans and a baby doll t-shirt that accentuated her nicely proportioned breasts. Jennifer, who was driving, was a blond skinny girl with a plain face in baggy clothes. She eyed me suspiciously as she got in the car, she had not had much to say about the trip. Jennifer's face betrayed the apprehensive look of one who was pressured into agreeing to something that they don't like.
The Summer night flowed over me through open windows as we raced deep into the darkness. In the blackness Dinah's body was pressed to my side and her warmness throbbed through to my skin. The smell of her hair blended with the that of the honey suckle wafting in, intoxicating me further as I became lost in it and the blackness surrounding me. The wind was interrupted as we turned off the asphalt on to a small gravel drive that made a pleasant crunching as we rolled through the night to our final destination, the river.
Dinah had to shake me from my daze when we had arrived at the water. I was quickly out of the car and just as quickly out of my clothes. I have little modesty to start with, and the little voice that would have told me that it may not be a good idea to get naked in front of a bunch of strangers was now sitting in a corner trying to figure out the taste of the color blue. If it had been able to talk it might have caused me to balk at thought of the predictable effect that the cold mountain river water had upon my dick and balls.
