Acid House

Author's note - written at the request of a new friend, who knows who she is. Like all our stories there is a little bit of truth in this, but mostly it's fiction.

It began like any other winter's day, a typical Thursday. I (Bella) shared a ground floor two-bedroom flat with my boyfriend, who had already left for work by the time I emerged from the steamy shower, feeling refreshed and awakened.

As I entered the bedroom, my skin still glistening with droplets of water, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Standing there, naked and unapologetically exposed, I appeared taller than the average girl, measuring a little bit short of my man's six foot height. Brunette hair cut into a bob framed my face, an alluring contrast to what was yet to come - I hadn't yet ventured into the world of being a 'blonde'.

My figure boasted an athletic build, with long, slender legs that seemed to stretch for miles. My breasts were modest, complementing my lean physique, while a hint of softness lingered around my rounded buttocks and a subtle curve of my tummy. Just recently, I had taken the time to trim my light brown bush, leaving only a delightful tuft of hair that veiled my intimate secrets from prying eyes.

The reflection revealed a face that could grace the pages of a magazine - a symmetrical visage reminiscent of a model's, adorned with naturally rouge lips that held a hint of mischief. High cheekbones accentuated my features, drawing attention to my captivating bluey-grey eyes, which had a way of leaving a lasting impression on anyone who dared to gaze into them.

Yet, despite these remarkable qualities, I was not pursuing a career in the modelling industry. Instead, I was working as an assistant manager in a department store, a temporary stop on my journey between university and a future teacher training position.

After carefully selecting my attire, I slipped into my 'uniform' for the day--a matching flesh-coloured bra and thong, adorned with dark tights. I paired them with a short black skirt that accentuated my shapely legs and a crisp white blouse that hinted at the tantalizing secrets that lay beneath. The cold bite of winter's air prompted me to wrap myself in a lovely warm woollen coat before stepping out of the flat, ready to face the world.

The day unfolded with unremarkable events, passing by without much worth recounting. However, as evening descended, a group of us, fellow twenty-somethings who shared the workplace, gathered at the nearby pub. Amid the cheerful atmosphere, I indulged in my favourite drink - Southern Comfort and lemonade - savouring its delightful blend of sweet and tangy flavours. It was during this time that Karl, an intriguing figure, tall and slender with a touch of gothic allure, extended an invitation that caught me off guard - an offer to join him at his flat-share for a bite to eat.

Clad in his tight dark trousers, pointy shoes, and a comfortably baggy jumper, he exuded an air of mystery that enticed me, awakening an adventurous spark within. Despite not feeling a strong attraction towards Karl, I found myself drawn to the intrigue of his presence and the thrill of flirtation. It was evident that he harboured an undeniable infatuation for me, which only encouraged the playfulness between us. With a coy smile and a twinkle in my eye, I accepted his invitation, curious to see where the night would lead.

Entering his flat, I was greeted by the warmth of soft lighting and a lingering aroma of spices in the air. It was a modest space, reflecting Karl's unique personality. The walls adorned with band posters and shelves cluttered with an assortment of books and vinyl records hinted at his eclectic taste. Two of his friends were already home.

As we settled into the cosy living cum kitchen area, he skilfully prepared a half-decent chicken stir fry, his movements graceful yet deliberate. The sizzling of the ingredients filled the room, creating a symphony of enticing scents and flavours. With each toss of the pan, I caught glimpses of his passion for culinary exploration, a hidden talent that had yet to be discovered. We enjoyed a bottle of red wine along the way.

Engaging in light banter and playful exchanges, we discovered an effortless chemistry. It was as if the evening had its own magnetic pull, drawing us closer with each passing moment. I couldn't help but admire the way Karl's eyes lit up when he spoke about his various interests and creative pursuits. There was a depth to him that I hadn't initially anticipated, a captivating allure that began to chip away at my preconceived notions.

As the fragrant stir fry reached its peak, Karl dished out the meal onto two plates, presenting his creation with a sense of pride. The vibrant colours of the vegetables mingled with the succulent pieces of chicken, tempting our taste buds. We sat across from each other at a small table, the air between us charged with anticipation.

Taking the first bite, I appreciated the explosion of seasoning on my tongue, pleasantly surprised by Karl's culinary skills. With each shared mouthful, our connection deepened, moving beyond the surface level of attraction. Conversations shifted from playful banter to more intimate topics, revealing vulnerabilities and aspirations that had been shielded from the prying eyes of our daily lives. As the evening progressed, it became increasingly apparent that Karl harboured a growing attraction towards me. Despite my contentment in my relationship with my boyfriend, I couldn't deny the tantalizing allure of the attention I received from Karl.

Sensing his interest, I found myself drawn to the thrill of the chase, allowing a wicked side to emerge. Engaging in playful exchanges, I reciprocated his advances with coy smiles and lingering glances. Little did he know that I had no intentions of taking our flirtation beyond the boundaries of harmless teasing.

Amid our banter, Karl, driven by his desires, mustered the courage to take the lead. With a playful grin and a subtle touch, he gently guided me away from the shared kitchen/living room, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Bella, let's leave these guys and go up to my room so we can have some privacy," he commanded.

I followed, curious to see where his boldness would lead us, all the while knowing that I had no intentions of straying from the commitment I held with my boyfriend.

On reaching the sanctuary of Karl's room, the atmosphere shifted, enveloping us in an intimate bubble. Soft lighting cast a warm glow, creating an ambiance that whispered of secrets and unspoken desires. The air crackled with anticipation as we stood face to face, the space between us pregnant with unexplored possibilities.

In that charged moment, the air seemed to vibrate with the unspoken desires and unexplored paths that lay before us. Karl's eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, and a daring suggestion danced on the tip of his tongue. With a smirk playing on his lips, he leaned in closer, his voice a low whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

"Have you ever tried acid Bella?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and the thrill of the unknown.

His question hung in the air, creating a magnetic tension between us. I hesitated, caught off guard by the unexpected proposition. I had expected him to try and kiss me, not ask f I wanted to take hallucinogenic drugs! My mind raced, processing the potential consequences and the allure of surrendering to an experience that promised to push the boundaries of perception. I was a Class A virgin.

The thought of embarking on an acid trip with Karl, exploring a third dimension together, held a certain allure. It was an opportunity to step outside the confines of our everyday lives, to venture into uncharted territories of the mind, and to forge a unique bond that transcended the realm of ordinary experiences.

Yet, a voice of caution echoed within me. I knew the risks and the potential for a journey into the unknown to take unexpected turns. The idea of venturing into psychedelic realms with someone other than my boyfriend felt like a betrayal of the trust we had built.

Taking a deep breath, I met Karl's gaze, a mixture of longing and hesitation in my eyes. "As tempting as it sounds," I replied, my voice filled with a mix of regret and resolve, "I think I'd rather leave it as a tantalizing thought, a path not yet taken."

Ignoring what I said, Karl retrieved an acid tab from a small, inconspicuous container. A mix of apprehension and intrigue danced within me, wondering what this experience might entail. I had never ventured into the realm of psychedelics before, so the temptation to witness Karl's journey was undeniable.

"As you wish," Karl retorted.

With a slight smile playing on his lips, Karl placed the tiny tab on his tongue, letting it dissolve slowly. I observed him closely, noticing the subtle shift in his demeanour as the effects began to take hold. His eyes sparkled with a newfound intensity, and a sense of wonder seemed to radiate from him.

"Are you sure you don't want to join me?" Karl asked a few minutes later, his voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

A part of me felt a tug, an inexplicable desire to embrace the unknown and embark on this mind-altering adventure. I felt my nipples harden with excitement. Karl noticed and I watched his sparkling eyes devour the two impressions which had newly formed into my blouse.

With a gentle shake of my head, I replied rather formally, "I appreciate the offer, but I think it's best for me to simply watch and make sure you are okay."

"Don't be a wuss." Begged Karl.

Somehow, before my mind had changed, I reached out and accepted the small acid tab from Karl's hand. In that moment, a wave of anticipation washed over me, mingling with a tinge of apprehension. I was about to embark on an unexpected journey, one that would push the boundaries of my comfort zone.

Placing the tab on my tongue, I felt the faint tingling sensation as it slowly dissolved, carrying with it the promise of a profound shift in perception. Karl watched me closely, his eyes filled with a blend of excitement and concern. Our connection deepened as we prepared to traverse this uncharted territory together.

As time ticked away, the effects of the acid began to take hold. Colours intensified, sounds became ethereal, and my surroundings transformed into a vivid tapestry of sensations. Karl and I shared moments of awe and wonder, marvelling at the newfound depth of our experiences. Beyond that, a hot flush overcame me, to the extent that I was so hot I undid several buttons on my blouse. My bra was half showing, with the dark shadow of my long nipples visible through its fleshy colour. At this point Karl, who was suffering effects of his own, took little notice.

Karl and I found ourselves drawn to the bedroom window, captivated by the mesmerizing light show unfolding on the street below. The acid had amplified our perception, transforming the ordinary into something extraordinary. Vibrant shapes danced and melded together, creating a symphony of effervescent hues that seemed to breathe with life.

We stood side by side, our eyes tracing the paths of the flickering lights. They weaved and swirled, casting an enchanting glow that illuminated the darkness of the night. Each passing car became a streak of luminescence, leaving a trail of transient beauty in its wake.

Time lost its meaning as we became immersed in the magic of the moment. The world outside the window became our canvas, and the lights were the strokes of an otherworldly masterpiece. It was as if the universe itself had conspired to put on this dazzling display just for us.

In that shared gaze, a sense of awe and wonder enveloped us. We exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgement of the profound connection we had forged and the extraordinary experiences we had shared throughout the night. The boundaries that had once separated us dissolved in the face of the wondrous beauty unfolding before our eyes.

As the light show gradually faded, leaving only traces of its brilliance behind, Karl and I turned to each other with a mixture of gratitude and reverence. We recognized the significance of the journey we had taken, the boundaries we had pushed, and the depth of our connection.

With a gentle smile, we leaned in closer, our bodies drawn together by an unspoken desire to seal this moment in time. Our lips met in a tender smooch; wrought by the shared understanding of the transformative experience we had undergone. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a recognition of the beauty and complexity that exists within human connection.

As our lips parted, the world around us seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of us locked in a moment of profound intensity. The weight of our desires hung in the air, drawing us closer, and pushing the boundaries of temptation. At this time I realised that the unfamiliar chemicals devoured into my body had supercharged my endorphins, with a particular emphasis on my erogenous zones. I was horny, super horny.

In the midst of that charged silence, one of Karl's hand, energised by his own desire and longing, ventured up the curve of my thigh and under the fabric of my skirt at the back. The other felt for my two small breasts over my bra through the yawning blouse. My body reacted instinctively, a mixture of pleasure and conflict surging through me. The intensity of his touch ignited a fiery craving within, awakening a primal hunger that had been dormant for too long. As we lent against the window ledge, my legs instinctively parted, making Karl's access to my lady-parts easier. I couldn't deny that the drug had given me an almost overwhelming burst of arousal, stimulated by Karl's touch. Though, a voice in my head screamed "Stop yourself Bella, don't give into this."

The voice won the internal strife and as the warmth of his hand seeped through the thin barrier of my tights, a sense of reality washed over me. I couldn't let it go any further.

"Karl, I have a boyfriend, we mustn't" I breathed, my voice a delicate mixture of yearning and restraint. The words hung there, a reminder of the boundaries that I had pledged to uphold.

Karl's hands paused, frozen in place, and his eyes met mine, a mixture of disappointment and understanding reflected in their depths. He withdrew both of his hands, respecting my confession and acknowledging the complexities of the situation we found ourselves in. I looked down and saw that my bra had been pulled up and off my boobs. Besides the cold window goosebumps danced all over them and my nipples stuck out even more than before. Steve noticed and looked down to admire them.

In that moment, a surge of conflicting emotions washed over me. The intense horniness from the acid that had driven me to the edge of temptation was now mingled with a sense of guilt. I wanted to explore the depths of my desires, but I also wanted to honour a sense of commitment to my boyfriend.

With a mixture of resolve and restraint, I made a silent promise to myself. I would keep Karl at arm's length, maintaining the boundaries that I knew were necessary. However, that didn't mean I couldn't indulge in my own pleasure. With a newfound determination, I walked backwards away from Karl. To his bed.

My body yearning for release. I sat down, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath me, and slowly reclined, allowing myself to surrender to the rising tide of desire. Staring at the ceiling, where my bare nipples now pointed, Karl was also out of my eyeline.

As I settled back, I pulled my skirt up and over my waist, my fingers gently grazed my exposed nylons, tracing a path from my waist down to my trembling thighs. With each touch, a surge of electricity coursed through me, amplifying the drug induced anticipation that had been building within.

I let out a soft moan, a mixture of longing and satisfaction, as my fingertips tip toed along the lower edges of my tummy, teasingly tracing the waistband of my tights. The fabric whispered against my skin, heightening my senses.

With each caress, I grew bolder, my fingers gliding along the softness of my inner thighs, inching closer to the core of my longing. The gentle touch of my own hand sent shivers down my spine, igniting a firestorm of sensations that consumed my being.

My breath quickened as my hands continued their exploration downwards, skimming over my womanly mound, feeling the warmth and dampness that had been building with each passing moment. I surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm, my body becoming a canvas for pleasure, a vessel for the desires I had suppressed for far too long. I traced my fingers up and down the cleft, where my tights were pressed into the valley of my slit. As I explored myself, I opened my legs so my voyeur could see exactly what I was doing. But he was forbidden to touch.

Lost in a haze of arousal, I ventured further with my journey of self-discovery. I allowed a hand to slip beneath the fabric of my nylons, with only my thong left between it and my sex. If Karl was watching he'd have been able to see the whiteness of my fingers and hand through the tights as I pressed them into my thong, which I pressed into my damp crevice. I stroked it up and down. With the thong lost in my fissure, I could feel my hairs on either side of my vulva. Soon, I needed more, probing beneath the last layer, I explored the wetness that had pooled there, evidence of my intense desire. A sigh escaped my lips as I traced circles around my swollen clit, revelling in the exquisite pleasure that radiated through me.

My mind drifted back to the memory of Karl's brief touches, the taste of his kiss still lingering on my lips. The thought of his hands on my breasts and bum, his tongue inside my mouth, fuelled my passion, heightening the intensity of my voyage with Lucy in the sky with diamonds.

With my fingers still nestled beneath the fabric of my nylons and my thong, I let my imagination run wild. I imagined Karl's firm grip on my thighs, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns along my sensitive skin. The sensation of his warm breath against my neck sent shivers down my spine, amplifying the pleasure that pulsed through me.

In the haze of my own desire, I teased my clitoris with greater focus, my touch becoming more fervent and urgent. I dipped my fingers in my juices to reduce the friction against my sensitive bud, which sent waves of ecstasy coursing through my body, making my breath hitch and my heartbeat quicken.

With each stroke and flick of my fingertips, I allowed myself to be consumed by the fantasy of Karl's touch. I imagined his lips trailing a path of fire down my body, his tongue exploring every curve and crevice, driving me to the edge of sanity and pleasure.

As I surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over me, I couldn't help but imagine Karl's voice, husky and filled with desire, whispering seductive words of encouragement. The fantasy fuelled my passion, intensifying the sensations radiating from the depths of my being.

"Go on Bella, cum for me," Karl begged.

In the privacy of that moment, I granted myself permission to indulge in the intoxicating blend of fantasy and desire. The ecstasy that enveloped me was a testament to the depths of my yearning and the power of my imagination.

Uninhibited by self-consciousness, I found myself making more noise than usual. Soft and subtle at first, a gentle hum escaped my lips, graduating into a delicate "mmm". With each caress, my breath hitched, and sighs of pleasure grew louder, filling the air. Moans escaped me, a mixture of "mmh" and "ahh", punctuating the rhythm of my exploration.

As pleasure surged within me, my vocalizations grew urgent, rising in tempo and volume. Gasps and whimpers alternated between whispered pleas and fervent cries, harmonizing with the sensations of my touch.