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.
The shock of the cold water was bracing and caused a cascade of bell ringing echoes to rush through my body as I dunked the rest of my flesh into the cold shallow flow. As the water surrounded my head I heard the girls giggling on the shore as they themselves undressed, and I was surrounded by the muffled cold silence of the river. I felt hands grabbing me through the cold silence and was pulled up into the air to find my self facing a most marvelous pair of pale breasts lit by the full moon. The nipples and aureole were slightly puckered and stiff, the light of the moon made the pale orbs seem to glow with a supernatural inner light. Dinah was exclaiming something about fearing I was going to drown, or puppy thoughts, or something else less important than gazing at her breasts. I was finally drawn away from the breasts before me as a naked Jennifer and Ashley had began splashing Dinah and I. Splashing and dunking and groping and grabbing and wrestling ensued as the girls tackled me in an explosion of water, froth, and laughter.
After an unknown period of time we reluctantly left the water because Ashley needed to return home. I clumsily collected my clothes, which were quickly becoming soaked from the water coming off my body. I found that I lacked a towel, unlike the ladies who had thought ahead about going skinny dipping, so I shook my body to and fro like a dog and crawled into the back seat of my car still naked. Dinah joined me in the back seat again, having also forgone donning her clothes. Ashley and Jennifer got in the front commenting something about this only being a temporary situation and we would want to get dressed before we stopped.
I didn't care though because my skin was still tingling from the acid and Dinah's naked body was lounging between my legs resting her head on my chest just as we had been on the ride up here. Her hand was idly playing with the hair on my chest as I marveled in the smoothness of the skin on her back and side. Even through the haze of the LSD my dick was still recognizing that there was naked female flesh pressed against it and it was responding in a predictable manner. Dinah noticed the change in my arousal and moved her hand down to it to stroke as she shifted herself upwards to meld her lips with mine. My hands continued to explore and discover increasingly interesting places till Jennifer looked in the rear view mirror and complained loudly at Dinah's lustfulness, causing Dinah to ripple with naked laughter.
We made one stop to drop off Ashley, and some words were exchanged in a conversation that I was having problems concentrating on because my brain was still having problems focusing on anything. "Mike would it be OK?" Dinah was asking me about something.
"Sure" was my answer, though I knew not to what.
"Do you have a guest room?" Jennifer was asking me something now, a strange question about the architecture of my apartment.
