At first, she thought the brownies tasted a little strange, but in her hunger, she ignored the slight twinge on her tongue. She didn't realize anything was wrong until her roommate walked into the kitchen.
He was wearing a t-shirt with a dinosaur design; coupled with his disheveled hair and skewed glasses, she thought this was hilarious.
"You look kinda funny today," she giggled. "Like some shut-in."
For a moment, he looked vaguely insulted. Then he saw the empty plate of brownies. He froze. "Hey, when'd you eat all of those?"
She shrugged. Her laughter kept bubbling between her words. "Dunno. Maybe about thirty minutes ago? An hour? Did you want some?"
"Well, I did. That's why I made them. Did you know they had... 'substances' in them?"
Blinking in confusion, she remembered the vague, strange bitterness. Her eyes slowly widened. "No, I didn't. But now that you mention it..."
He sighed and grabbed a glass of water, quickly filling it and pressing it into her hand. "Drink."
She did. "What's in them?"
Unsurprisingly, he didn't give a straight answer. "You're gonna go lay down now. You're about to be high as a kite in a few minutes, and I seriously don't feel like babysitting you during your first trip." He took the empty glass to put into the sink. "Could you go to your room and just go to bed until the high blows over? Please?"
"Only because you asked nicely." She stood to move to her room but her legs suddenly felt sluggish. Her mind wandered uncontrollably, as if focusing on walking was impossible. The lights suddenly felt too bright. She grabbed onto the kitchen counter for balance. "On second thought, maybe not, nevermind."
He was by her side in an instant. "What's wrong? Can you stand?"
She shook her head, the motion proving to be a mistake as her dizziness intensified. Before she could fall, she was in his arms. A slew of profanities and a few bumps against the doorframe later, she was tucked into his bed.
"Why am I in your bed? I wanna go to mine!" she grumbled.
"I changed my mind. I'm keeping you here to keep an eye on you," he responded firmly. He plopped onto a chair at his desk, booted up a game on his computer, and threw on his headphones. "You can't even stand. The last thing I need is to wake up and find you passed out on the floor with a concussion or something. You're staying here, and I'll help you with whatever. Now, go to sleep."
His reasoning made sense, she figured. Her head was spinning and his blankets were comfortable; maybe a quick nap wouldn't be too bad. She laid there with her eyes closed for some time, listening to her roommate's clicking and whispered curses, and waiting for the clouds in her mind to bring her vision to black.
But it never came. Instead, she suddenly felt her body heating up; the blanket, soft against her legs, suddenly felt a little more than comfortable. She struggled to sit up.
He watched her prop herself upright from the corner of his eye and paused his game. "What's up?"
"I'm burning up." She hooked her fingers underneath her waistband and slipped her shorts off, discarding it somewhere off the side of the bed. Her shirt followed suit.
For a moment, her roommate didn't react. There, in his bed, was his hot roommate, drugged out of her mind and perky tits on display. Her skin was flushed and her pupils were blown wide; she glared at him like she'd done nothing wrong. Jaw clenched, he turned back to his screen.
"Hey." Her words were slurred and weak. "I said I'm burning up. I want water."
He didn't look at her but left to fill another glass. As he watched the water fill the cup slowly, his thoughts roiled. He'd caught glimpses of her body before: moments when he'd accidentally peek into the bathroom after she was finished showering, or when he'd walk past her room, her door still ajar as she fucked herself with a dildo. And now, here she was, displaying herself to him. She didn't even know he dreamt about what she'd look like if she was split apart on his cock instead of some plastic toy, what she'd sound like if he pounded her sweet spots and rubbed her adorable clit.
The cup was full enough. He dropped in an ice cube and began to walk back. Then, right outside his door, he heard soft moans and quiet panting. He cracked his door open.
His dick hardened at the sight. The blanket was bundled at her feet as she propped her legs up and drove two fingers deep into herself. With her remaining hand, she grabbed clumsily at her own breasts, trying to tease and twist her nipples. Her hands moved sluggishly, almost like she was unsure with herself, and she groaned in frustration as she squirmed.
Before he knew what he was doing, he threw open the door. "How long are you planning on dirtying my sheets for?"
Instantly, she wrenched her hands away from her body. Her face turned deep red as her drug-clouds cleared. "I'm sorry, it was getting really warm. I wanted to get rid of it. I didn't know what else to do."
"What's getting warm, the room?" He feigned ignorance. "I could've just turned on the fan."
"No, not the room." She bit her lip and avoided his eyes. She pointed underneath her stomach. "Here."
Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to hide the massive boner she was giving him. He could feel it throbbing in his pants.
