So, I guess the best way to start this is by saying that I probably have a kind of serious mental illness. I've been in college for about three months now, and I've been taking a somewhat large amount of LSD in that time. I heard that using it can trigger potential illnesses to set in earlier in life than they would otherwise. Also, I know bipolar disorder runs in my family. About two months ago, I had this kind of episode where I was very hopeless and tired and could bring myself to talk in class, then I had three distinct times where I went almost catatonic.
I became horrified by crimes that had happened in my hometown to the point of feeling suicidal and being unable to move for almost five hours. Then I had a similar one-hour episode where I just hated myself. Finally, I had one more. That one was just pain. It was perhaps the worst I'd felt in my life. I ended up getting help, and now I've got an appointment to get a diagnosis in a few days. This probably is a bit darker than what you wanted, don't worry though, it gets better.
So, two days ago was a school organized formal party. It was called a formal, but really we just went to a club and didn't do anything but talk and dance. The speakers had been blown out by the time I got there, and for a while it was just a loud dark room. However, I found myself oddly talkative and involved even then.
After a failed attempt at flirting with a girl, a new speaker was brought in, and as soon as the music dropped, I was dancing. I danced hard and with more passion than ever before in my life! Goddamn I was having fun! I was grooving and jumping and pounding my fists in the air and just having fucking fun, not caring what anyone thought.
By the time we got back, most of my friends were drunk, high, and tired, but I was still going. I don't remember too much of it, but I think I watched a movie with a few of my friends who hadn't gone to the formal. I ended up going to bed at 3 a.m.
I woke up at 6. I wasn't tired at all. I think by that point I probably knew what was happening. I went for about a five-mile run and showered. When I returned, I decided to drop three tabs, cause why the hell not? My roommate was still asleep. That was a fun day. Around here I should probably make you aware of Caroline's existence. Caroline was a girl I had originally met at a party. She was best friends with one of the literally most beautiful girls I'd even seen in my life, Jasmine. Jasmine was dating a guy that I knew, not very well, but whom I had a strong connection to through our shared attitudes and taste in music.
Of course, I'd always thought about fucking Jasmine, especially once she broke up with that guy (Liam, by the way), but Caroline made a move on me while I was drunk and high, and she wasn't bad looking at all. I think people thought less of her because she was always near such a fucking angel as Jasmine, but Caroline was decently attractive. Her figure was lean, tits perhaps somewhat small and flat, but not extremely so. She had flowing, yet slightly rough black hair, and small eyes topped with thin yet dark eyebrows. Her lips were usually a bit coarse, but they were capricious in that respect. She also had a damn nice ass.
That night actually didn't go very well. Don't get me wrong, it was fun, but it was just very vanilla and boring. I just fingered her for a bit, and not well because I was quite inebriated, then we fucked in missionary in a slow, tired grind. We both came, but I don't think either of our orgasms were very exceptional.
Thankfully, I later found out that Caroline and I had a late-night film class together, and one night I walked back with her. I hadn't gotten laid in a while at the time, so I decided to see if she'd be down. So began the greatest fuck-buddy relationship I've ever had. She gave me amazing head. She could push her mouth far down my shaft and worked it with her hands as if she'd practiced for years. She knew how long to caress my balls and when to lick down it and use suction.
I ate her out rather well, I must say. I usually make it up as I go along, but with a start of licking around to get my bearings, gently then vigorously working the clit, and during this inserting a growing number of fingers. Her hands pushed my head into her, and I kept going for a while.
The intercourse got much better as well. We did missionary a few more times, she would ride me occasionally, but finally we unlocked the ideal position. In doggystyle, we may have taken a moment to get my cock inside her, but once we did it was so much better than anything else. I could use the strength of my legs from running to slam myself into her, and she would end up completely collapsed other than her knees as we came together many times.
With Caroline I began to truly see sex as an art. I began ramping up and becoming more experimental in foreplay, finding new things to do while fucking, even finding the right words and all the right ways to tease each other, although I must admit that we often remained speechless, both completely focused on our performance.
For a while I didn't fuck her as much as I should've. I think my illness had really taken more of a hold of me than I thought. But after that formal I mentioned earlier, things ramped up quite quickly. She'd actually told me earlier that I was the only guy who could make her cum, and I was very proud of this. We agreed to only fuck each other, as it was simply the most fun. Anyway, she was a big horror movie fan, and I was a fan of the concept of horror, however never really cared to get into it. She learned about an actual abandoned insane asylum nearby. It was called Brother Augustine, and had a reputation for mistreatment in its patients. It was shut down sometime in the 1930s, and hadn't been used for anything since; apparently it was supposed to be haunted.
To make a long story short, she wanted to go there to explore it and fuck there. Given the insane amount of energy I had, having seemingly lost my need for sleep along with my ability to sit still, I decided to do it. What could go wrong? I had a knife for defense if we needed it, which wasn't much, but was something at least.
We left around 12, as I was coming down from the tabs I had taken earlier. I kissed her in the parking garage, and again once we got in the car, trying to make sure she was horny enough to do this. To be honest, I was slightly scared, but damn I was gonna be fun!
"You ready?" I asked Encouragingly.
She took in a shaky breath and smiled at me as she nodded her head.
"Fuck this is gonna be fun!" I said, already hard at the thought of what I might do to her.
I'd texted her earlier in the day about it, leaving dirty messages about what I wanted to do to her once we got there. I talked about pushing her against a table while I pounded her, spanking and biting her before throwing her around and making her beg for my cock again. One fun idea was to push her head against the wall and make her suck my cock for an hour.
"Do you know the way?" I inquired as we pulled onto the road.
"Umm, kinda, I might actually need your help. It doesn't have like, an address that we can just put into the GPS."
"Oh, well, what do we know about it?"
"It's like in Hadley, off a little road called 7th Street somewhere."
"Alright, I'll look it up."
After some deliberation from different sites, we got a basic idea of where it was. Caroline had actually been there with friends once before, but not inside. We decided to let her go off intuition and see how close we got. She got us all the way. As we passed through the town, she made remarks about conversations she'd had about different store and building with her friends, and through that remembered literally every single turn to Brother Augustine.
"I can't believe I remembered all that!" She said happily.
"Yeah," I replied, somewhat incredulous myself.
However, as we approached the driveway, two dark gray or maybe black cars ahead of us turned into the road for Brother Augustine.
"Noooo.." She moaned sorrowfully.
"Ah c'mon," I said, "We'll be fine, we'll just avoid them."
"No!" She retorted firmly, "I'm not gonna be in there with the kinds of people who go to abandoned insane asylums at midnight!"
"Ugh," I replied, thoroughly disappointed, "Well what are we gonna do?"
"Umm," she began with a sensual note, "I still kinda wanna fuck somewhere weird. I know this spot by the Riverwalk that's not well lit."
"I'm down," I said immediately.
The drive was pretty long, as the Asylum was far away, and sitting there so horny, I got an idea. I looked deviously at Caroline and unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock. She hadn't noticed yet, her eyes were still focused on the road. I began languidly stroking it, my arm rising and falling and twisting as streetlights gave it a shifting silhouette.
