continued from part 2
Riya gave me a little kiss on the nose and got off my lap. She started gathering her clothes which were strewn all over her room.
"Get me my panties" she said sternly, as she checked herself out in front of her mirror.
I got up obediently and fetched her panties from the corner of the room. As I touched it, I noticed that they were soaking wet. Riya's juices had coloured her pink panties to a dark shade, and they were slimy from all the cum.
I felt my fingers across the wet silky satin. I pulled it closer to my face, and took a deep whiff. I heard a giggle coming from my right.
Riya looked at me through the mirror as she put her hair back in place. She was getting ready for the party.
" These aren't gonna work for you anymore, Riya. These look like they've been soaked in water."
"Yeah, Nas does love to tease me like that." Riya sighed. "Never leaves me with dry panties."
I looked at my own pants. My dick was still hard as a rock, but loaded with all the cum waiting to burst outside. All the previous jizz had turned my pants into a swamp.
"Well, that makes the two of us, huh." I said and we both laughed.
Suddenly Riya turned around. She walked towards me, her eyes carrying mischief.
"Well, you know what, cupcake? I can't can't wear this panty, that's for sure. But you know what would be hot?"
She leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
I looked in her eyes. She nodded. The pill was almost slowly dissolving now, and I could feel the room animatically slowing down around me. A single voice came out of my brain.
DO IT.
I pulled down my pants and took off my underwear. Riya looked at my penis and smiled.
"Not bad, cupcake. Not bad at all! Now put it on."
I took Riya's panties and put them on. They feel real smooth and soft but they barely fit me. My dick was pushed against my stomach out of the panties. I could feel Riya's wet liquid against my balls. The back side went inside my buttocks, making my ass pop out.
"Look at you, so cute!" Riya clapped her hands happily. "Now let's go, we've got guests coming over!"
Riya got dressed in a cute purple minidress. She re-did her hair and makeup, her hands moving swiftly and efficiently like a queen. She looked so fresh, you could barely have guessed she was so fucked up earlier.
As we went out from her room, a car blared it's horn outside. Riya opened the door and cheered as a group of people got out.
"Holy shit, is that Esmeralda Vasquez?" I thought to myself.
All the people coming in were the most talked about high schoolers in all of Cali. Jocks, beauty queens, cheerleaders, rich spoilt brats, all arrived one by one as the party progressed.
I was losing track of time. The pill was now starting to have it's effects. It was sort of like an acid trip, but more beautiful. I found myself looking at random things and random people for long periods of time. I did not know where I was, where Riya was, where anyone was. I had seen her once making out in the corner somewhere but that's all there was.
The party was wild. People were doing all kinds of drugs. Girls were getting loose and stripteasing to songs, and the bedrooms were basically fucking stations. Couples entered one after the other, sometimes three people, sometimes even four. I saw a dude entering one with the girls at once, and I had never been more jealous of anyone in my life.
Meanwhile, I was just roaming around the house mindlessly like a stray. Riya's panties were shrinking on me now, and I was feeling it grasp my dick and balls tightly. I was continually itching down there, and I felt a weird surge down there. I needed to take it off. I needed to find Riya.
