I started going to raves the year after I graduated from college. I mean I went to a few electronic events while I was still in school, but didn't really feel the need to go on a regular basis until after I started my first real job.
At that time, I was working at a marketing firm in a real junior position. Entry level basically. After a week filled with monotonous tasks, running errands and being basically an overall slave, I realized that I really needed to find a way to let loose over the weekends to balance things out. Going wild at raves turned out to be a pretty good option. It was the perfect answer to a really boring week.
I went to these raves with a large group of friends but I mostly hung out with my best friend Stacey. No one liked to dance as much as we did. Everyone else in our group just dropped, turned into jello and hung out in a cuddle puddle where they massaged each other, did light shows and just well cuddled but when Stacey and I rolled, we became total spazzes and danced all night long glued up against the front of the stage. We were like little dancing machines.
Both of us were Asian. I was Korean and Stacey was a second-generation Japanese girl who had round chubby cheeks with cute dimples that came out when she smiled. She was only about 5 feet 2 inches tall and for an Asian girl, she was pretty voluptuous with big boobs and a big round booty that jiggled when she danced. We were both about the same height but while Stacey was curvy, I was much thinner. I had more of a dancer's body.
Out of the two of us, Stacey was way more outgoing. She could talk to anyone and was always making new friends bouncing around the scene with a big smile on her face. I was definitely the more reserved of the two. We were opposites in a lot of ways but that's why we got along. I kept her out of trouble, and she made me do things that were fun that I normally wouldn't do. And when it came to having fun, I felt like I needed all the help I could get.
I was always at the top of my class when it came to school or sports but when it came to living life, I felt like I was way behind stuck in the remedial section. Even though, I was 22 years old, I had only been with two boys. A six-month relationship during my sophomore year and a one-night stand during my senior year. Most girls I knew had way more experience than I did and that fact made me feel really self-conscious. It made me want to grow up as fast as I could.
The biggest thing stopping me was my shyness. All right, I was a little sheltered too and when it came to guys I was way too picky. I guess, I needed help opening up and that's why I hung out with Stacey. She was constantly pushing me outside of my comfort zone. That's what I loved about her because sometimes that's all I needed. Just a little push. But what Stacey forced me to wear to the rave that weekend was more than a little push. It was a huge shove!
Just to give you an idea of what I was dealing with, Stacey liked to wear as little as possible to these big outdoor events. You couldn't even call them outfits. They were more like what you wore under an outfit. She said she did this because she got hot when she danced but that was total bullshit. She loved all the attention she got from prancing around half naked, but I really couldn't blame her. If I was as outgoing as her and had a body like hers, I would probably enjoy it too.
To the rave we were going to that weekend, Stacey took it to a whole new level. On top, she wore a pink lace bra that was practically see-through and way too small for her. It barely covered her boobs and she kept spilling out whenever she moved. Down below, she wore matching colored lace panties. Around her waist, she wore a mini pink tutu that really didn't cover anything. On her legs, she wore pink thigh-high stockings with garters and pink converse sneakers on her feet. She was basically going to a rave in her underwear.
I was going to wear something a little more conservative but Stacey wouldn't let me. She forced me to wear something just like her so that we could match. After a lot of debate, I finally relented and ended up wearing a black silk bra, matching black panties with thigh-high stockings, a garter belt and black converse sneakers. My skin was tan from a summer at the beach and the black lingerie contrasted nicely with my innocent looks. I had to admit that I looked good but that didn't help me from feeling self-conscious about going out in public dressed in basically my underwear.
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On the long car ride over to the rave, I felt totally uncomfortable. I couldn't believe I was outside in public dressed in just a bra and panties. I had never done anything like this before. The boys in our group were also shocked. Some of them teased me which didn't make me feel any better. I worried about everything that could go wrong. My anxiety grew as we made it closer to the event. But when we finally made it to the parking lot, I felt a little relieved because all the other girls were dressed just like Stacey and I. We weren't the only ones. Stacey was right. We would fit right in.
After waiting in a long line, we finally made it inside. The minute we got in, Stacey and I ran around like we were on a mission. A mission to have as much fun as we could as quickly as possible. We held hands as we raced through the crowd looking for a friend who had some molly. As soon as we found him, we bought three pills and took one and a half each. It was the most I had ever taken and from what our friend said these were really pure so I knew I was going to have a fun night.
Right after we popped our pills, Stacey grabbed my hand again, and we raced over to the main stage where our favorite DJ was just starting his set. It was packed and we squeezed our way through the wall of bodies to an area near the front. The dance floor was slammed with a sea of dancing bodies but we were able to carve out a little area for ourselves right up against a tower of speakers just to the side of the stage. The crowd was massive. Everyone was dancing. The mood was so amazing. Stacey and I jumped right in like little kids and started to dance the night away.
After about twenty minutes, the molly started to kick in. I could tell because things got a little fuzzy and I felt little shivers of pleasure race all over me. Every follicle of hair on my body stood up causing me to feel extremely sensitive. The air that was pounding out of the speakers made my whole body vibrate. I felt the beat course through me almost like an orgasm. It felt that good.
Then all of a sudden, from behind, I felt a pair of hands rest lightly on my hip. It felt kind of natural. I didn't really think about it at first but then those hands started to roam around my body. One hand went up to my chest and I felt fingertips brush against my nipples. Since I was only wearing a silk bra, there was little separating me from his touch. His other hand started snaking its way down between my legs and this shocked me so much that I reacted instinctively. Without thinking about it, I pulled his hands off of me and covered up.
I turned around to see who had touched me but I couldn't see straight. It was so dark and the molly was making it hard for me to see. Everything looked fuzzy. All I could do was give the people behind me an angry look but being that I was only 5 foot 2 and dressed in black lingerie, I'm sure I didn't really scare anyone off.
I turned back around to face the DJ but just stood there. I didn't feel like dancing because I was frozen in place with my thoughts. The beat of the music started to build around me. Everyone else jumped up and down. Things were starting to go off, but I wasn't apart of it because of all these mixed emotions that was feeling.
Inside, my mind was screaming out. I should tell Stacey, I thought and we would just move to another part of the dance floor. That's what we normally did when something like this happened but I don't know why, I couldn't move. There was something about the way he touched me. My body made me want to stay. At the same time, my mind screamed out to run away. It was so wrong, but then I couldn't help but admit, that it felt really good to be touched like that. My thoughts and feelings were turning around in circles. I didn't know what to do.
Then the beat of the song crashed down to silence. A sweet, beautiful melody poured out of the speakers. Everyone stopped dancing and swayed in place. And that's when the molly really started to kick in. All my anxieties, all my insecurities washed away from me like a wave receding back into the ocean. Then that wave came rushing back and overwhelmed me. It took me under and consumed me with this feeling of absolute joy. My mind stopped screaming and my body stopped wanting, the molly answered all my concerns with this soothing, calm warmth. Everything was going to be okay. So, enjoy yourself. Enjoy it all, the molly said to me.
I put my arms up in the air and surrendered to that moment. Just then, the beat dropped back in. It dropped in hard causing the whole crowd to erupt in a cheer. I felt all that energy sweep through me, and I started dancing again. Soon after, I felt those hands return to my hips but this time, I didn't stop them from roaming all over me.
As I bounced up and down my little boobs bounced up and down too, and I guess they were too hard for him to resist because I felt a hand cup one of my breasts. An electric surge raced through my body. My nipples were really sensitive because of the Molly. They poked through my bra making it easier for the guy behind me to pinch them. Every time, he played with them, it caused me to breath in deeply intensifying the high that was circulating through my entire being. I was rolling. Rolling really hard.