So... I'm not sure if I was raped this weekend or ... just became part of something pretty cool? I'm real confused right now; my hands are sweaty, and my ears are ringing. Sorry I'm not a good writer and I'm not gonna edit this much I just need to get my thoughts out and hear what others think. Sorry it's so long.
I'm 18, am a bit over a hundred pounds wet, and to be honest, have some pretty small breasts that I wish were bigger. I'm really into other girls, guys don't do anything for me. There OK I guess, but I see 'em like bro-dudes, funny and pretty stupid.
I haven't figured out if I'm going to college or not. Seems like a good idea but Jesus its expensive and I don't know what I'd even do there. Instead I've been hanging out with some pot-head friends of mine I met working at a McDonalds.
Phil is the ring-leader of our little band of druggies. I've never heard his age but he seems close to 30 I guess? He's got an apartment that's not in the best part of town but it's new construction so it's ok. All the lights and water work.
We hang out at his house, get fucked up, and spend as much as we can on beer and pizza. He's got an xbox and a nice TV we watch stupid youtube shit on. Everything else in his place is crap. I guess I've been going over there on Friday nights for about a month. I'm the FNG, so it's me, Phil, and two other dudes, Rich and Kevin.
So we normally smoke out, drink, and hang on the couch, trying to be funny about what we're watching. Last weekend was a little different - Phil got his hands on some weed cookies that he was were kinda strong. Pot kidna fucks me up easy but I don't want to seem like I'm a lightweight so I ate a whole cookie while everyone else had a half.
Eating weed always hits me differently, comes on from behind or something. It took a little bit. I was sitting next to Phil on the couch and he put his arm behind my shoulders. He's not a bad looking guy for being so old but he never made a move on me and ... I'm kinda dense about this stuff anyhow so didn't think about it.
Kevin came out of the kitchen and handed out glasses of cola for everybody. "A friend of mine hooked me up with GHB, said it's a pretty fun ride. It takes like salty poison so I mixed it up in coke for us," he said. Free drugs (to me) were cool and since we were all trying it, it felt alright. I couldn't really taste anything different in my coke, maybe a little bit salty or something , IDK.
About half an hour later the cookie finally hits I guess when the GHB did? I suddenly got real high . But I also felt real warm, kinda sweaty, and drunk. I remember slowly turning my head back and forth so I could feel Phil's arm hairs on my neck. Phil started squeezing my arm with his hand.
"I'm maybe feelin this shit kidna hard," I said, not very loud. "I'm feelin dizzy just sitting here," I laughed.
"Oh fuck, I'm sorry," Phil said, taking his hand away from my shoulders and turning to me.
"Let's get you laying down in the bed." I kinda missed his arm, but the idea of just laying down in a dark room seemed like a Good Idea. I didn't feel sick yet but maybe that was coming, I tried not to think about it.
Time got a little weird in my head at this point, the next thing I remember was being in Phil's bed and him turning off the lights and closing the door. His window blinds were open so there was a little light.
I got kinda overwhelmed with heat so I somehow shucked off all my clothes and laid there on the sheets. I think I still had a sock on and it bothered me but I couldn't really muster the effort to fix it.
The room was almost spinning but also I could really FEEL the crumbled sheets under me, espically on my ass, and that was a nice distraction. I put my hand on my chest and fuck my nips were rock hard. It wasn't until then I realized I was scissoring my legs a little bit, getting wet.
When Phil came back in with a glass of water, I jerked my hand from my nipple where I was squeezing it. It was dark so I wasn't sure if he noticed. There was enough light from the window I could kidna make him out. He put the glass on his nightstand and sat on the bed.
"You ok, man? You seem pretty out of it," he said, putting his hand on my naked chest, between my breasts. His hand felt cool right over my heart and it was wonderful and caring! But part of my brain starting firing off alarms. I was naked with this guy I didn't know THAT well and was so fucked up I couldn't answer him except moan a little. I couldn't move his hand though I kinda wanted to.
He leaned over my face, his hand moved to my breast, and was looking into my eyes. I breathed out a grunt when his hand moved and made contact with my nip, it was like sex lightning zapping my brain. I d I knew I was giving him the wrong messages. I tried to tell him to stop but couldn't, it was like my body and brain was filled with cotton.
He kept eye contact with me real close while his hand moved down my stomach to my cus. I could feel his hand a few seconds after it passed an area of my skin and fuck ... it felt ... great. But he was a dude, and I wanted him to stop or IDK slow down. His index finger rubbed over my clit and I twitched as the lightning I felt at my nip exploded between my legs. His finger kept going to parting my folds. I was already wet so it was easy for him to enter me to his first knuckle.
"Hey, you OK with this?" he asked. His lips were close to mine and I moaned a little bit again as I rocked a little back and forth. He stood up and took his hand off me.
"Thank you for stopping man, your cool and that felt great, but I don't wanna do anything," I said. But... I don't think I actually said any of it. He took off his shirt and shorts. My left arm flopped out over the edge of the bed and I could feel myself kinda thrusting my pelvis up and down a little bit.
"Yah, good, ok," he said getting back on the bed on his knees. It was dark and I was fucked up but all I could kinda focus on was his cock. I'd messed around with a few guys before I figured out what I was into, even let a guy fuck me once (kinda, he lasted like 5 seconds), but this was almost a different organ.
