"The Pixie and The Minx"
"Johnny... wake up...dumbass!"
With that short verbal warning, I felt my body being shaken. I opened my eyes and momentarily forgot where I was, but I felt a warm sleeping body nestled up against me. As I knocked out the cobwebs from my eyesight, I saw the outlines of the voluptuous curves that is Anita. From her lack of movement and deep breathing, I knew that she wasn't the source of me being awoken. I rolled away from Anita to the other side of the bed and I could clearly see the taut naked body of Laney standing to the right of the bed with an annoyed look on her face and my cell phone in her hand.
"Johnny, get up, your phone has been going crazy for the last half hour. Some guy named Brett is on the phone and needs to speak with you right away."
I managed to mumble a reply, "Huh?"
Before I could mutter another word, I felt myself being physically pulled up from the bed courtesy of the naked Mighty Mouse herself. As soon as I was up on my feet, Laney jabbed the phone into my abdominals and moved a few feet away from me still visibly annoyed.
I fumbled with the phone for a few seconds and placed it to my ear.
I don't recall the exact words that were said between Brett and myself. I just remember being in shock as I took in what Brett was saying. The only other vivid thing that I remember of that call was the transformative look on Laney's face from annoyance to concern. I hung up the phone, plumped myself down on the edge of the bed, leaned over and looked at the floor.
"Johnny, what's going on?" I felt the tiny but strong hands of Laney now resting on my shoulders in support.
"It's April, it's my fault."
"What are you talking about? Who's April?"
With my eyes still closed, I rolled my head back and around to stretch out the stress pain that just formed in and around my neck. When I re-opened my eyes, I was eye level with two hard nipples aimed directly at my forehead. As much as Laney's perky tits were always a welcome sight, now wasn't the time to give in to my desires. I looked up at Laney's face to see both a concerned look and a warm, comforting smile.
"That was my roommate Brett. Apparently, my friend April is at our place looking for me. She's a mess and Brett thinks something happened to her but she's not currently coherent, probably something to do with her asshole boyfriend...Shit, this is all my fault."
"Johnny, how in the world is this your fault?"
"Her boyfriend is a big-time prick that treats her like dog shit. She broke down yesterday during a break at work and went into great detail about the verbal and mental abuse that he regularly puts her through. She's a good friend so after the initial shock wore-off, I told her that she deserved better. Damn, Laney, I really pressed her about rising above this toxic relationship and I'm afraid whatever happened to her was a direct result of our talk."
With that I put my head into my hands as I came to terms with what was going on. I gave April that pep talk while she was under the influence of my powers of persuasion. Even though I still agree with what I said to her, I don't know if the influence of the pills inadvertently and carelessly put her in harm's way. Maybe without my powers she would have tried a different strategy to get out of that poisonous relationship.
I didn't have too much time to linger as I once again felt myself being forcefully pulled up off the bed and back onto my two feet. Laney grabbed the back of my neck with both hands and lowered my head so that we were eye level. Laney's warm smile was gone.
"You dumbass, stop feeling sorry for yourself. It sounds like she is better off without this prick. If she's strong, she'll pull through and leave him in the dust. Come on, get your ass in the shower before you head back."
"Wait, why? I need to get there now."
"You smell like beer and sex. Not exactly the best smell to console somebody with, especially a female."
Laney was absolutely right and I could use a few minutes to get my head straight before heading home. I looked at my phone for the time and realized that it was only midnight. I got roofied in the mid afternoon and we were back at Anita's place by early evening so by now the drug's effectivity had worn off. The pills were in my car, so I don't know how Laney and Anita were going to react without HRS-101's influence over them so I better get a move on to be safe.
I stumbled into the master bathroom's walk-in shower and planted my forehead against the tiled wall as I turned on the hot water. I stayed in this position for a few minutes reflecting on the last 24 hours as the water descended on to my shoulders and upper back. In a very short time, these pills have rewarded me with the fulfillment of some unbelievable fantasies but was putting April in harm's way worth it?
WHACK!!
Shit, I felt a sharp pain resonating from my right butt-cheek. Even in my haze, I quickly turned around to see Laney just a foot behind me in the shower playfully smiling at me with one hand fingering herself and the other wagging a body wash bottle at me...
"I figured, since I was up, I could help."
She removed her hand from her wet clit and grabbed a hold of my rapidly hardening member. She started to stroke me slowly while squirting soap on to my chest. Without letting go of my now rock-hard dick, Laney managed to fully lather and rub the soap on to my body with the other hand. Most of my body relaxed as she expertly and firmly massaged me with one hand while slowly building me into ecstasy with the other.
I looked her over while she was working quickly on me as this was the first time that I've seen her without the pink tint courtesy of the pills. With her brown hair with blonde streaks in a pony-tail, I got a really good look at her beautiful facial features. She had a lean, elongated face with a cute button nose, large expressive brown eyes, and small, round cheekbones. I watched the water deflect off my body and cascade down over her perky nipples, washboard stomach and legs. Her nipples were once again at attention and I felt the instant desire to massage those tootsie rolls with my tongue.
I leaned over and placed her nipple in my mouth and slowly rotated it with my tongue. She nearly let go of my shaft from the sensation but managed to quickly recover and resume stroking my dick. She was gradually quickening the pace, so I decided to quicken the rotation of my tongue around her nipple. As her moaning got louder, she tightened her grip and started to really tug on my dick. I slipped my hand in between her thighs, inserted my fingers inside the opening of her extremely wet pussy and started to rub her clit. Naturally, the response was immediate. At this point, it was a competition to see who could get each other off first. Unfortunately, experience beat youth as I felt myself no longer able to fight off my orgasm with her quickening pace. Quick as a cat, Laney unlocked herself from my grasp and got down in a catcher's position. She replaced her hand with her mouth on my cock and I finally came into her warm, inviting mouth. As I finished my orgasm, I leaned on my side against the tiled wall of the shower.
Laney sprung back up to the standing position, turned off the shower, and punched me in the shoulder.
"Okay, you're clean and properly woken up! Get home and take care of your friend!"
I turned to walk out of the shower and I immediately regretted turning my back to Laney. "Whack" She got me again with an open palm to the same right butt-cheek.
"Damn Laney!" I winced and smiled at the same time.
As I toweled myself down and mentally tried to suppress the pain from my butt-cheek, I realized that Laney now had a choice and she chose to jump into the shower with me. In a weird way, these pills were becoming an ice breaker of sorts, as both Laney and April chose to continue with whatever sexual activity that we were engaged in even after the pills had worn off.
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I pulled into my apartment complex about a quarter to one in the morning. It was your typical gated apartment complex with approximately 50 apartments spread over 5 buildings with a fitness center, pool, and basketball court. I've been here for 3 years since I moved out from the East Coast with Brett. Before we left, Brett was more of an acquaintance than a friend, actually a friend of a friend. He's a nice guy and a great roommate as we didn't get into each other's business too often.