2 comments/ 9083 views/ 9 favorites Better Loving through Chemistry Ch. 01 By: HalfAsleep I walked away from a job as the resident chemist in a printing company when I spilled highly toxic chemicals on my crotch. That one hit way too close to home. The company specialized in reflective plastics, holographic paper and all sorts of odd printing jobs so we used a lot of unusual chemicals, some of them highly cancerous. The guys running the place were jerks and skipped on a lot of safety measures. When my crotch became the latest victim of their negligence, I walked. To shut me up, they offered me a very nice severance package. All this to explain how, at 27, I ended up with six months of paid free time on my hands. So of course I started making drugs. I was living in a loft in the industrial part of town, a great big space surrounded by workshops and warehouses. I had weird work hours and weird friends who liked to party all night. And go to raves. The industrial setting was perfect for that kind of lifestyle. I also knew from experience that the drugs the kids were taking these days were crap. It offended my professional sensibilities when what you thought was a good hit of Ecstasy turned out to be a mix of Speed and baby laxative. So I made my own. A nice, small batch for me and my friends when we went out partying. I had the means. I had always kept some chemistry equipment at my place, mostly to experiment with food. I made protein powders and supplements because sometimes I was too lazy to cook and wanted some small amount of goo to give me all the nutrition I needed. Gross, but it worked most of the time. So I had most of the equipment I needed, and access to chemicals through various school contacts. In short, I had the lab, the means, the time, and the motivation. Soon I became "that guy", the one with the good stuff. I never made a lot, never to sell. For me, it was a matter of safety, and to give back to the friends who made my life a little better. And for the awesome fucking nights rolling on E. I loved those nights, the sweaty bodies shaken by the thumping music, the waves of heat that ran through the crowd, the mind-expanding spaces you found yourself in as you followed the thread of rhythm. And the girls. Dear God the girls, so many so close, some so nearly naked. The underground raves always felt like they were an inch away from some Dionysian celebration. I kept waiting for the women to rip off their clothes and start gyrating naked in honor of their drunken god. No such luck. There was also the problem of the limp dick I got from taking E. Rolling was fun, but I always found myself unable to perform later that night. Too tired, too relaxed and distracted... I had hooked up with a few of the girls in our circle of friends, but I was slightly embarrassed at how often that had simply turned into a night of kissing and hugging until we fell asleep. Nicole in particular. She was a pretty brunette, slim and tall, with a big friendly smile and a shy demeanor. She could dance though. She had crashed many times at my place and I had spent many mornings admiring her ass as she gathered her stuff or made breakfast. Most of the time that ass was in little cotton panties though. Another night spent hugging. I was sick of hugging. The scientist in me approached the problem like any other chemical problem. Usually, the matter came down to the right amount of the right ingredients. In this case, what I needed was the mind and heart expanding aspects of Ecstasy, but with a dash of energy for the post dancing fun. E and Viagra, essentially. I put my mind to it. It took many tries. Too often one chemical neutralized the effect of the other. I finally settled on a method that used a mix of natural herbs and vitamins as well as a tweaked version of MDMA. I went to the rave that weekend with two doses of my special concoction in my pocket. I also had a few of the regular kind to give out. The place was fairly packed, with about a hundred people jammed inside an old factory. The tin walls and roof barely separated us form the outside, but no one was around at that time of night in that neighborhood. The party was on, the DJ was getting the crowd riled up. The lights were dim, but here and there flashes of light revealed the sweaty dancers. I was approached by Jen, a cute blond in a pixie haircut. She hugged me and kissed my ear. She looked at me, all puppy eyed. I smiled and slipped a dose in her hand. A regular one. She smiled and skipped away, swaying her ass. I gave away a few more doses to friends before finally finding Nicole. She was in the middle of the dance floor, swaying with the music. She was dressed in loose paisley pants and a long vest that fell to mid-thigh. A cropped tank top covered her breasts. She had a few beads in her hair but otherwise looked far less colorful than everyone else here. I didn't care. I knew that she was far from boring. Just not as extroverted as others is all. I danced up to her and whispered in her ear: "I have something stronger than usual, do you want to try?" I put the small tab on my tongue, making a show of swallowing it. She cocked an eyebrow and grinned, then nodded. I placed the tab on her tongue and watched her swallow. We danced some more. I tested a small dose before, at home, which felt great. Here on the dance floor, with the music blasting and the lights flashing when the drug hit it was like jumping off of a moving train. The world suddenly took a deep breath and then the entire scene flashed forward, and up, and out. The music took over and my body moved. Nicole grabbed my arm and I suddenly could feel her, not just her hand but her whole body, connected to mine by that simple touch. My eyes, meanwhile, were just trying to keep up with the intense visual distortions that surrounded me. Quite pretty, but intense. I focused on Nicole and found her staring at me, her eyes deep and wide and radiant. We both smiled at each other. Because under the slightly overwhelming effect was a tinge of pure joy and love. I thought I was standing there looking at her, but in fact my body was moving with the music. Nicole closed her eyes and started dancing as well. I kept my eyes on her, but she kept hers shut. She started moving with the music as well, but unlike any dancing that I've seen her so before. Her whole body was undulating from head to toe, as if the waves of music were rising from the ground and flaring up through her loose body. It was incredibly sensual. Her hips became the focus of the movement while her hands waved through the air, then through her hair, then down her body. She brushed her hands down to her thighs and back up, slowly tracing her fingertips across her inner thighs, briefly dipped across her pussy, up her bare belly, swirled around her breasts, up her neck and up in her hair before rising up into the air. I had never seen her so nakedly sensual, especially in public. This was no hallucination; the visual distortions had receded and all that was left were color streaks in the corner of my eyes. Colors were sharper, but that was about it. The feeling of joy was still there, and the looseness in the limbs. That pulsing wave of pleasure with every beat of music that drove the body to move. I was lost in the feeling for some time because the next thing I new I was watching Nicole with her hands under her shirt, massaging her breasts. She clawed her fingertip down and across her belly, tracing circles around her belly button. Her shirt had been pushed up, revealing the black bra she wore underneath and most of a bared breast, pink nipple defiantly peeking out. She plunged her hands under the edge of her pants. I thought she was going to go for it right there on the dance floor, but she swept across and past her crotch. Her pants had quite the elastic waistband. The looseness of the pants allowed her to have both arms up to the elbows in the legs of them. She was obviously running her hands across the bare flesh of her legs as she danced. The music suddenly blasted a new rhythm and she whipped up her arms in the air, letting her pants drop low, barely hanging on her hip bones. An inch of underwear showed, as well as a small tuft of brown pubic hair. Arms up, stretching her body to the roof, Nicole exposed a long length of skin from nipple to the deep V of her hips. Her belly button became the target of my focus. I knelt in front of her and kissed it, my hands wrapped around her waist. She raised me up to my feet and held my head in her hand. Our hips started to move in unison, a slow grind to the music that blasted around us. We were oblivious to anything or anyone else in the room. We were locked eye to eye, her skin hot against mine. We must have danced like that for several hours, because next thing I knew the sun was rising and we were in a cab, then in a hallway, then in my bed. Nicole was next to me, her hot breath on my neck. We were still fully clothed, but I had to change that. Every time our bare skin touched we exchanged a flash of intense communication, as if our bodies were talking to each other through the medium of flesh. I ran my hands over her bare mid-rift, pushing up her tank top. My thumb grazed the edge of her bra, pushed under, letting my whole hand slide under and cup her breast. Her hard nipple poked my palm. I could feel her wave of pleasure as it radiated from my palm through her nipple, like a wave of electricity. I ran my other hand along her side, pulling her shirt up and off over her head, stripping her of her top and vest. She shook her hair loose and embraced me, our mouths meeting in a long and intense kiss. She pulled my shirt off of me until we could embrace closer, skin to skin. I crushed her breasts against my chest, her nipples poking into my flesh like shards. But everything else about her felt so soft, smelled so good. I buried my face in her hair, her fragrance almost knocking me down. It was a forest and primeval Earth and the thick fur of a lioness in heat. We kicked our pants off, thrashing our legs, rolling on the bed, laughing in each others mouth as we tried to keep kissing. She gripped my hard, hard cock, this horn growing out of my belly, and guided it into her pussy. There was no resistance, just wet warmth. Her tongue in my mouth was as wet and lively as the flesh around my cock. She rocked in rhythm, pulsating up and down the whole length of it, her back undulating under my hand. I clutched at her hair with my other hand. We were both breathing heavily though our flared nostrils, the air we breathed hot and pungent. Her rhythm became off, jerky. She was cumming around my cock, the wetness spreading around my thighs and balls. She continued riding me, spasming over and over again. Suddenly she sat up. I was on my back, hands reaching up for her. She grabbed my hands and pressed them to her breasts, massaging her nipples with my fingers. She ground herself onto me, rapidly moving her clit across my pubic bone, my cock buried in her as deep as it could go. She came again, hard, a single long clenching of her whole body. I should she was going to collapse but she just remained still for a heartbeat or two. I couldn't see her face, her hair had fallen down in front of it, matted with sweat. Her pussy was swollen and red, wet, her pubic hair a damp mess of brown curls. Then she started rocking her hips again. She needed more. With one hand she grabbed hold of my head, one thumb tracing my lips. With her other hand she reached down. She rocked forward, freeing my cock from her warm pussy. Her hand grabbed my cock, guided it. Before I knew what she was up to she sat back down on it, driving it deep, inch by inch, into her ass. No lube was needed, we were soaking wet from the waist down with her juices and our mingled sweat. The ring of her asshole pressed on the tip of my cock. Like a moist mouth it relaxed and opened, sliding down along the length of my cock. She paused. All I could feel was the tightness around my cock. She leaned forward and her wet pussy was pressed forward like a wet kiss across my belly. She was adjusting herself, moving her legs forward. Each movement was delicious agony, my cocking sliding around her ass. She sat up again, this time with her feet under herself. Her pussy was down aimed at me, wet, open to the air, framed by her long thighs. She braced herself with her hands behind her, opening herself even more, breasts jutting up. She looked at me and our eyes locked. She started rising up and down. Fucking herself in the ass with my cock. It was raw, hungry, her pace growing with her need, but throughout her eyes remained locked on mine. Her face started contorting in what looked like pain. I knew the massive orgasm that was building, I could feel the wave rising, spreading from her ass, her waist, spreading across her body and mine, closing a loop between our eyes and our intermingled sexes. She freed a hand and started furiously rubbing her clit. I briefly thought about doing something for her, to her, but her pleasure was so raw and personal I knew I could not match what she was doing to herself. Fucking herself in the ass on my cock, pussy open, clit ravaged by her fingers. Her body suddenly closed, her mouth gaped open, head thrown back. Her fingers curled into her pussy, three of them disappearing, pulling at herself. She uncurled, pushed herself deeper on my cock, grabbed my head again, staring at me. She started pumping up and down on my cock, drawing me closer and closer to orgasm. She could see it on my face, shared my pleasure. She started making cooing noises as my hips started jerking, pushing in her. No words came out of our mouths, just noises and whimpers. Finally I came, lifting my hips, and her, off the bed. She held on to me, accepting the full thrust of my cock into her body, her mouth on mine the better to drink in my scream of pleasure. We collapsed on the bed and fell asleep in each others arms. The next morning I woke up feeling completely refreshed and relaxed, but alone. I padded naked around the loft, looking for Nicole. She was gone. But on the bathroom mirror she had drawn a heart with her lipstick. I smiled, both excited and uncertain about what was to come of this. Better Loving through Chemistry Ch. 02 This is Part 2 of the story, please read part 1 to make sense of it! ***** I met Nicole for lunch a few days later. We met at a little café near her work, on her lunch break. She was dressed fairly conservatively but still stylish; she worked for a museum in their PR department as their graphic artist so she had to walk a fine line between bohemian and business. She seemed happy to see me, though a little nervous. "That was quite a night we had," she said after we hugged. "Yes it was." I grinned. She then proceeded to have a very mature talk with me, which impressed me and frankly made me even more aware of how mixed my feelings were. She mentioned the drug, and the feelings, and how the two sometimes mix and create a false intimacy. We barely knew each other, really, beyond the parties and the raves. She felt both turned on and embarrassed by how free she was with her desires that night. I felt both rejected and relieved. I did not want a relationship with anyone, really, but I could not deny the fact that she had been on my mind. Was I in love with her? Was she dumping me already? Thankfully she created a very sensible plan to meet again the following weekend, giving us both a time to sort through our potentially drug-induced feelings without chucking the relationship baby with the bath water of insanely hot sex. We hugged and parted. I also had an idea, a different idea. She had mentioned the freedom from her inhibitions during the rave, and during sex. I liked the sound of that. Was my mix, with its added ingredients, not only generated sexy feelings but also removed inhibitions? As a good scientist, I needed more data. Data I was convinced I could find at another rave, that Wednesday night. Wednesday was not the usual day for dancing in my circle of friends, which is why I was fairly certain that I would meet no one there that I knew. I wanted to observe that night, not participate. The location was also a little further off on the East Side, the music a little darker. I dressed appropriately, with more black and silver than the usual day-glo range my crowd tended towards. I had also mixed my new Ecstasy concoction in a water bottle with a spray nozzle. It was fairly common for people to bring those in order to spray themselves, and each other, when they needed to cool down. The spray would deliver a lower dose, but what I hope would still be an active one. I have to say at this point that one of the reason I wanted to try it out on a far-off Wednesday location is that I was pretty sure that what I was about to do was pretty shitty. I was not proud of potentially spiking people, but at the same time my curiosity would not be sated. I had to see what would happen. That Wednesday night I found myself in the large basement of an old industrial building, with several low-ceilinged rooms making up the underground dance club. The rooms would alternate between lounge areas and dance rooms, each of them with a different DJ. The lights were low, the crowd was young and mostly Goth, the music industrial. I drifted towards the softer of the dance rooms, where the music was more trance-like. A good dozen people were in there, dancing in the small room. In the corner the DJ was set up on a folding table. A stack of speakers filled the space behind him. A few lights were splashing up at the ceiling, casting red and orange shadows. A string of Christmas lights was wrapped around a support beam in the middle of the room. I notice one girl immediately. She was dressed in a school-girl outfit, with a short pleaded skirt held up by suspenders, with knee high socks and Doc Martens on her feet. She wore a mostly open shirt as a top, letting her purple bra exposed as well as quite a bit of cleavage. She was in her early twenties at most, blonde, lithe, dancing with her eyes partially closed. She danced with a hint of self-consciousness, knowing full well the effect her outfit had on the men around her. Three guys were around her, dancing and glancing at her. Couples and singles moved around the rest of the space, oblivious. I danced into the mix, bottle in hand. I smiled at her, catching her attention. I motioned to the bottle in my hand, a question on my face. She smiled and nodded yes. She threw her head back, chest out, and let me spray her. She obviously enjoyed the cooling mist, and so did the guys eyeing her white shirt as it became wet and transparent. I aimed at her face and opened mouth, making sure she swallowed a mouthful of the water. Satisfied, I slinked away. In my defense I stayed to make sure that she was going to be all right. I did not want to make a rape drug, or leave her so freaked out that she would injure herself. I did want to see what would happen when someone, a pretty girl, was allowed to drop her inhibitions. I leaned against the wall, keeping her in my sight. Within a few minutes I noticed a change. She paused and looked around a bit, as if confused. She started dancing again. She started dancing in a new way, slower, more in tune with the music. The same undulating motion emerged out of her that I had first seen in Nicole, as if the music was rising from her feet and whipping her body back and forth. Her arms rose up. Again, like Nicole, she started playing with her hair. Her eyes closed, she let her hands wander down her body, pushing her shirt open so that her hands could touch her bare skin. The suspenders holding up her skirt were in the way, so she pushed them off her shoulders, letting them drop down around her hips. Her skirt dropped a couple inches, barely held up by the swell of her ass. The shirt dropped off her shoulders, then off her body and onto the ground. She was now only in her bra, a lacy purple thing that barely hid the dark circles of her nipples. The guys around her noticed this. I started to worry if I had made a mistake, if I had placed her in some danger. But the guys were apparently too awkward to know what to do with a half-naked woman in their midst. They just continued gaping and dancing. She danced and swayed, letting her hands travel around her body, her fingertips tracing spirals on her bare skin. When she found her thighs she shamelessly stroked them, front and back, lifting the hem of her skirt and exposing the black thong she wore underneath. And the tight, small ass beneath the skirt. She seemed unfazed by her exhibition. She barely noticed that her skirt was falling off her hips. But her focus was definitely in her hips, her crotch. As her hands travelled up to her breasts, her hips started a rolling motion, thrusting her panty-clad crotch in the air. Her eyes flew open. She took in the men staring at her as she danced. A small smile fluttered around her lips. She closed her yes again and bit her lip. She fished a breast out of her bra, pulling on the bright pink tip, rolling the nipple between thumb and finger. Her hands continued to travel, leaving one breast exposed, the other still in the cup of the bra. She raised her hands in the air, intertwining them above her head. Her feet came together and she started a slow shimmy of the hips. The little skirt she wore began to move with the motion, inching down, coming dangerously close to falling of her hips. She shimmied some more, slowly turning completely around in a tight circle, the swaying of her hips getting wider and wider. The edge of the skirt slipped, slowed along the curve of her ass, and finally fell into a puddle at her feet. She continued to do her little dance, dressed only in her thong and bra, knee high socks and Doc Marten boots. I just drooled. Maybe she finally felt freed of her clothes, but now she started dancing again, the dance she had started with, the long undulation of the body that shook her from head to toe. She let her hair swirl in front of her face, mouth open, eyes closed, lost in her dance. She was covered in sweat, her body shiny in the dim light. One breast was still hanging out of her bra cup, swaying freely. The pink nipple stood up, fully erect, in the middle of the small dark circle of the areola. I briefly wondered if there was any security guard who might show up and ask her to leave, but no one seemed to be complaining. She continued dancing for a good twenty minutes. I assumed that she had pushed herself as far as she would go, which was already pretty incredible. Maybe it was a change in the music, or just a change in her desires, but then something changed. Her arms started to lower, her hands to trace curves across her thighs and belly. Her hand fell over her crotch, touching it lightly. It seemed innocent enough, just her hand in front, as if she was covering herself. But I saw that one finger curling up, tracing the contours of her clit through the soft cotton of her panties. Her other arm clutched at her breast. Her head hung down, her hair covering her face. Her thumb was playing with her hard nipple, flicking it rhythmically. Her other hand was still in front of her pantied crotch. That one finger continued to curl up and around. Even in the dim light I could see the outline of her pussy lips as she pushed the material against herself. She seemed to suddenly shake herself awake. She pushed her breast back into her bra, looking around self-consciously. Was she embarrassed? There was still a smile on her lips, a little curl of the lips as if she was the cat who ate the canary. She quickly grabbed her clothes that had pooled at her feet. First the shirt then the skirt went back on. She stepped away from the dance floor, to the dismay of the few dancers that had stuck around for the show. She left the dance room at a quick pace. Trying to act natural, I followed her. She walked through the lounge area next to the dance floor and made her way to some other room. The underground basement was a warren of little room, converted steam rooms and storage from some past industry. She stuck close to the walls, crossing room after room, from gloomy dance floor to barely lit lounges until she found herself in a side lounge, barely big enough for a couch and three bean bag chairs. It was empty of people. She ducked behind the couch and retrieved what looked like her bag. I was disappointed. The evening, it seemed, was over. I lingered for a last moment near the doorway, peeking in. She was squatting on the ground, her back to me, looking through her bag. But something was off about her shoulders; hunched, tensing. I was worried. Was she crying? Had my little experiment gone too far? I stepped into the small room, not knowing what to do. She heard me and turned, a slightly pained look on her face. She wasn't crying. She had two hands shoved into her panties, masturbating furiously. I almost left, embarrassed for her. But her eyes caught mine. She stared right at me and held my gaze. I froze in the entrance to the small room, blocking it. She rotated on her feet, still squatting, knees wide open. Her hands were busy under her panties, making them bulge and move. She pushed herself onto the couch, legs still wide open, pinning me with her gaze. She was filled with lust and daring. It was not an invitation to fuck, she was daring me to watch. On her back on the couch, she pushed her panties aside, stretching them almost to breaking. Her pussy was bare, pink and wet under her fingers. With one finger she continued to frantically rub her clit while the fingers of her other hand curled inside of her, stretching her pussy lips apart. She was finger fucking herself with abandon, mouth open, eyes wide and piercing, never letting me look away. One long leg was draped over one arm of the couch, the other propped up on the seat, allowing her to open them as wide as they would go. I reached down to and gave my cock a squeeze through my pants. I was painfully hard, my cock caught in an awkward position by my underwear. I moved it around, squeezing it through the fabric. Her yes lit up, glued to my hands on my crotch. I took that as a go ahead. I unzipped and pulled my cock out. Her lips trembled a bit at the sight of my exposed hard-on. She stopped pumping fingers into herself and grabbed her breast. Again she fished a nipple out, squeezing it hard, pulling on it. The rhythm on her clit increased. I started stroking myself, watching her with glazed intent. Precum made the tip of my cock slick and sensitive. I looked behind me, but no one was aware of what was happening in the little room. I increased the tempo of my stroking. She increased her rhythm too, her fingers just a blur on her swollen clit. Her face started to contort in a silent scream. She suddenly threw herself back on the couch, clutching at her pussy, spasming as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her. That was my cue to cum as well, bucking my hips and sending an arc of jism across the room to land at her feet. She was still spasming on the couch, completely oblivious to me. She finally stopped moving, breathing heavily. For a few seconds she stayed like that, splayed on the couch, legs wide open. Her shirt was pushed open, a pink nipple standing proudly on her bared breast. Her long legs pointed at the raw and pink pussy, now pushed open and gaping, her clit hard and long at the top of her swollen lips. Her thighs were streaked with her juices, her panties ripped apart and falling off of one booted foot. She got up, letting her panties behind. She quickly grabbed her bag and made to leave the room. I moved aside to let her through. She smiled almost shyly and quickly left. I watch her little skirt bounce with her every step, knowing how close she was to flashing the whole place. Wet streaks could be seen running down her inner thighs. I took it as a good sign. The experiment seemed to have worked and no one got hurt. But as they say, a single event is just an anecdote. I'll need more data. I'll need to come back next week. Better Loving through Chemistry Ch. 03 Nicole and I had met for dinner that week. I guess you could call it our first date. It certainly was the first time we met just to spend time together, with no sex and no partying planned. We met at this small restaurant she had read about. It proved to be delightful, and soon we were chatting over delicious food and a few glasses of wine. It felt very grown-up. I discovered that my initial feelings were right. She was, indeed, a really cool chick. She was smart and funny, really easy to talk to. We were edging closer towards a relationship, something I could tell she would welcome. But a dark snake was coiled around the back of my mind. My experiment needed more data. I wanted to push it forward, to test the effect of my concoction. There was some shame here. I was obviously uncomfortable sharing with her the details of what I was actually doing. A part of me did not want to lie to her, especially if we were going to be something more than just friends with benefits. I wanted to finish my experiment, whatever that meant, before committing to Nicole. So I played it cool, not closing the door on a possible relationship, but letting the process take its time. We did plan on meeting that weekend, to go out dancing again. I was looking forward to it. The rest of the week flew by and before I knew it, the weekend was here. I had my dancing pants on, literally, had napped, felt fresh and ready to go. Any minute now Nicole was going to call, letting me know she was downstairs in her car, ready to drive us to that weekend's rave. She finally called and I was half-way down the stairs before she was able to warn me that she had brought a friend. As I threw myself in the back seat, Nicole shot me a glance that said "I'm sorry". Her friend, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, twisted around to wave hi to me. I had met her before but we had barely exchanged a dozen words. She extended her hand out. "Forest" she said. I briefly shook her hand. " I've met you before" I said as the car started rolling , "at some of the other raves". "That's right. I didn't know if you remembered me." she replied, smiling. She was a cute blonde, with a big smile and wild frizzy blonde hair. Her nose was a bit too big for her face, making her more cute than sexy. She was dressed in a gold layered dress, with christmas lights woven in between the layers. Purple wings were on her lap. Her make-up made her look like a bright eyes fairy, all blues, pinks and silver. I could tell that the full outfit was going to be quite a spectacle. All in all she looked like a smiling bundle of fun. I draped my hand over the front seat as we talked, letting my fingers run across Nicole's neck, gently stroking her skin. She glanced at me in the rear view mirror and smiled. I smiled back and squeezed her shoulder. We quickly made our way through the deserted streets of an industrial area. Around us were the low brick buildings housing car parts and machine shops, import-export warehouses stuffed with cheap Chinese toys. But no other human beings but us. We could tell we were getting closer to the rave when we spotted a car driving in the same direction as us. We finally park a few blocks away from a rare three story building. The red brick building still sported the carved finial and cornices that announced its age. The painted windows announced its disuse in years past. That was our destination. Forest almost skipped all the way there. She had strapped on her fairy wing and turned on her lights sown in her dress. She looked fantastic and ridiculous at the same time, which was the point. She laughed at herself as she skipped ahead of us. Nicole was dressed in her usual earth tones, a short paisley dress thrown over bell-bottom yoga pants. The outfit was tight in all the right places in order to reveal her figure, but not flashy. As we walked, I quietly turned to Nicole. "I only have two pills for tonight." I said, keeping my voice low. "We can split one, or me and Forest can split it. If I'm driving I shouldn't get too fucked up anyway." she replied, smiling easily. "It's the special pills" I said, even inserting air quotes around the special. "Is Forest going to be okay with it?" "Forest is going to be okay with just about anything you can throw at her." Nicole replied, a knowing smile now on her lips. "Are you going to be okay with it? If Forest starts getting, you know, frisky." "I can deal with it." she replied, her eyes steady and a little smile on her lips that made my cock twitch. "Hey Forest!" I called out. She came skipping back to us. "I have some treats." I said when she was within discreet earshot. "It's pretty trippy stuff, very sexy though. I mean, very sexy. Interested? Me and Nicole are going to take some." Forest knew that I was our little group's fun chemist, so she perked up immediately. "Is this new stuff? I'd love to try it!" she exclaimed. "Okay then." I said, handing her a small white pill. She swallowed it without hesitation. I cracked the remaining one and gave a half to Nicole. She swallowed her half with a small grin, kissing me on the lips after I had swallowed mine. "Tonight is going to be fun" She whispered in my ear. She took my hand and all three of us made our way into the building. The old building had been a mix of office and industrial space. We made our way through a warren of empty rooms before finally emerging on the central space, a cavernous open area open to the roof, three stories tall and surrounded on three sides by balconies and windowed offices. The fourth side was a wall of red bricks, currently covered by a patchwork of fabrics on which videos and images were projected. We had been led through the rooms by streamers and ribbons, preventing us from drifting off into the darkened offices. The same ribbons hung everywhere, hiding lights, creating giant floating shapes above us. It was like being underwater, standing under a vast school of colorful jellyfish. And of course, the music. It hit us as soon as we stepped into the space; deep rhythms that could be felt, driving and primal, with a trance track layer over it. A hundred or so people were already there, dancing away. Most were dressed up in some strange home-made costume to match the theme of the rave. I hadn't bothered and just wore my usual colorful yet comfy clothes. Forest fit right in. We hit the dance floor and before long all three of us were sweaty, happy dancing fools. Then the drugs hit, and we were happier, and sweatier, and the dancing became something else. The usual wave of warmth and looseness swept up form my feet. I could feel as muscle after muscle let go of tension I hadn't realized I had held. The music became more all encompassing, more of a presence in my skull. It took a while before I finally turned my attention to Nicole and Forest. As soon as I did I wanted to be close to them. A wave of emotional openness, of diffused love, swept over me as I caught sight of Nicole. She caught my eye and suddenly the world dissolved and there was only the two of us, dancing nose to nose, then closer, body agains body, the feel of her skin against my cheek so perfect at that instant. I opened my eyes (when did I close them?) and saw Forest over Nicole's shoulder. She was also under the full influence of my magic pill. Her body swayed in that looseness I recognized, that full body wave that whipped you from heel to nose. Her hands were already roaming across her bare thighs, her dress hiking up with every sweep of her fingers and revealing the triangle of bright pink satin covering her pubis. Nicole's hands were roaming through my hair. She was grinding her pussy against my thigh in time with the music, dancing and rubbing at the same time. I could feel the moist heat radiating off of her through the multiple layers of clothes. I kissed her bare neck, tasting her sweet sweat. My eyes stayed glued to Forest. Forest was dancing by herself, eyes closed, hands like butterflies over her body, landing on her lips and hair, sweeping over her breasts, tickling her inner thighs. And the beat of the music, always, resonating, sending waves up from the feet to echo across the body. Forest's mouth opened and her pink tongue peeked out to lick her lips. I was growing hard against Nicole. She turned around, burying my cock between the cheeks of her ass. Her hips swayed against my erection. My hands rested on her hips, my fingers sweeping across the sensitive V of her lower belly. Her eyes were open, staring at Forest. She leaned her head back to whisper in my ear: "is that what I look like on that pill?" "Yeah." I answered. "It's sexy as fuck" she said, her hips grinding deeper against me. "Yeah" I agreed. Nicole turned around, her hand brushing against my cock as she did. She kissed me before rubbing her face against my neck. She looked up. "I need some water." She took my hand and pulled away. She reached out to Forest and grabbed her hand. She pulled the two of us away from the dance floor. Forest and I let ourselves be led through the dancing crowd, happy to follow. Forest still kept her eyes half-closed, still in her world. Nicole led us to a set of rickety wooden stairs that led to a balcony where the bar had been set up. We made our way up to find a small space overlooking the dance floor, the walls covered with fabric, pillows and bean bag chairs thrown all over the floor. In the back a small bar was set up where water and cheap beer could be bought. Hallways leading deeper into the building had been blocked off by ribbons. We left Forest standing by a wall that had captured her attention and went to buy some waters. When we came back, Forest had wandered down a hallway, her dress and fairy wings lighting the way for her through the dark building. "Oh shit!" Exclaimed Nicole before grabbing my hand and chasing after Forest. We giggled as we ran, checking to see if anybody would come after us. No one did. Ahead of us, Forest was slowly walking towards a set of stairs. She turned towards us. "Hi guys! I'm hot, I need some fresh air! Do you need some fresh air?" "Good idea." said Nicole, taking her hand. The staircase were dark but looked safe, We headed up, hoping to find some roof top access. "Are you guys having fun? I'm having soooo much fun..." Forest mumbled as we went up, her dress lighting our way. We pushed through a door at the top of the stairs and found ourselves on the roof. The night was warm under a half-moon. All around us the city glowed under tungsten orange clouds. Forest whooped and ran around the roof, arms out, face to the sky. I held Nicole's hand and took in the sight. Below us the music came thumping, muted, through the roof. We embraced and kissed, our tongues playing, our hands roaming. I pushed Nicole against a low structure, part of an old ventilation system. She ground her crotch against my thigh. Suddenly, Forest appeared above us, standing on the ventilation shaft. She was naked, her glowing dress balled in one fist, her fairy wings in the other. She raised her arms up above her head and shimmied her ass around, mooning the city. Nicole and I looked up and laughed. Forest jumped down to stand next to us. She strolled over to the edge of the roof. I noticed how incredible her body was. She was still young enough to be tight in all the right place, a flat stomach, smooth thighs, a high butt that capped long legs. But she had such a womanly figure! Her hips were wide enough to give her a perfect hourglass shape, with a tight but round ass, thin waist and breast that were round and full. They defied gravity, full and heavy yet perky with bright pink nipples topping them. She was in that perfect window where her body was mature but age and gravity had not started their slow grind. A small tuft of blonde hair crowned the thick lips of a pussy that was otherwise shaven bare. Maybe I stared. "I love being naked!" she crowed "it feels so much better. If I could I would be naked all the time." "Well you look great, you should be naked" said Nicole. "Right?!" I glanced at Nicole. She was smiling, and frankly staring at Forest. My mouth started to feel dry. I liked the look of lust in her stare. Forest turned to face the city. She brought her hands to her breasts, lifting them up as if to offer them to the distant skyline. Her fingers closed around her nipples and soon she was pulling at them, rubbing them between thumb and fingers. Her hips started a slow roll, her ass moving in a slow orbit. Nicole, still facing away from me to stare at Forest, reached down and started to slowly stroke my hard cock through my pants. I pulled her close, my own hands drifting across her breasts. Her nipples were hard under my palms, sharp and pointy even under the layers of cloth that covered them. A sudden sound startled us. Voices, footsteps, coming from the stairwell. Nicole grabbed Forest by the arm and led her quickly away. "Sweetie, come over here, quick," she said, hiding behind a ventilation shaft. I turned towards the stairway just in time to see a small cluster of partiers stumble up. They spilled out onto the rooftop with whoops and cries, barely noticing me. I waved at them, trying to be friendly while hiding my erection. In the corner of my eye I saw Nicole and Forest step out from their hiding place. Forest's glowing dress was back on, and she didn't seem happy about it. Nicole held her by the hand. "Let's go," she said to me. We all filed back down the stairs. We were soon back in the warren of empty rooms, trying to find the bar area again. The way was lit by Forest and her dress. She had put her wings back on, walking ahead of us. I held Nicole's hand as we walked. Maybe it was the drugs, maybe just the setting, but it was magical to have this fairy light the way ahead of us. The small lights in her dress moved and swayed with her every step, throwing shifting patterns on the walls. I noticed that Forest was walking funny. She was rising high on her toes with every step, as if she was wearing high heel shoes. It gave her walk a bounce. I figured if I was still feeling the effect of the half-dose of the pill we took, Forest must be riding quite a psychedelic wave. Maybe she thought she was flying. Forest turned to us, walking backwards. She smiled. Then her hands swept up and to the side before landing on her throat. Her fingers traced her collarbones, digging between the outer mesh of the dress and the inner lining. The fabric ripped. She dug deeper. The inner lining ripped, was loosened, started to split. Still smiling, Forest methodically separated the inner lining of her dress from the outer mesh. The inner lining fell at her feet. Forest stepped over the pile of satiny fabric. She was now only wearing the outer mesh of her dress, the small lights woven through it, casting light upon her naked flesh. The effect was strange, and erotic. The light was uneven, the shadows dark. Every step she took changed the light, revealing then cloaking in shadow parts her. Her nipples, hooked on the mesh, poked out, pink and hard. Her belly was a long expanse of flesh leading to the deep and dark V of her pubis. A step revealed her pussy, another cast it in shadow. Her eyes heavy with lust, Forest smiled. She twirled and before we could stop her, she ran ahead. Within seconds she was just a bright, winged figure darting down the hall. She turned a corner and left us in the dark. I held on to Nicole's hand. We huddled closer. Our eyes adjusted to the darkness and soon we were able to make our way towards the red glow of the bar area, walking slowly though the empty hallway. Soon we were standing at the entrance to the bar area. The caution tape was at our feet, where we had left it when we crossed it to reach the roof. Before I could take another step, Nicole pulled me back into the darkness. She spun me around and pushed me against the wall. Her breath was hot against me. She crushed her lips against mine, pushing her body close. "I want you inside of me" she whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. She knelt down, tugging at my pants. I was dimly aware that we were standing in the dark hallway and visible to anyone in the bar area glancing our way. Maybe it was the drug, maybe I just didn't care, but I let Nicole pull down my pants to mid-thigh, releasing my cock. She dove on it, filling her mouth with the length of the shaft, swirling her tongue around the tip. The explosion of sensation shot through me, rising up my spine and snapping my head back. I stumbled backwards until the wall stopped me. Nicole grabbed my ass and hung on, her mouth stuck only cock. She was barely moving her head, just savoring the feel of my cock in her mouth as if it was made of candy. She let it slide out, rubbing the tip against her wet lips. Her eyes were closed, her jaw slack. She seemed in another world, gently rubbing my cock on her face. I slid the tip of it back in her mouth. Her lips closed over it and she started sucking on it like a giant lollipop, gumming the tip. It felt incredible and frustrating at the same time. I wanted to feel her around my shaft, wanted to feel her heat. The only point of contact between us was her mouth on my cock. The rest of me felt cold, distant. I pulled her to her feet and guided her towards the bar area. I didn't even bother putting my cock back in my pants. I guided her towards a large bean bag chair that had been thrown on the ground. I sat on it and pulled her on my lap. She wrapped herself around me, pulling her body as close to mine as possible. We kissed hungrily. I know that there was a room around us, but all I could see was the sound waves of the music cascading over us. The trippy visuals were being triggered by the loud music which we could feel again. I had forgotten how loud, how primal that driving beat was, once we got close to the dance floor again. That drumming was there, in the body and in my visual field, given color and shape by the drug. Nicole was the only other thing I could see in front of me. Nicole was squirming on my lap, moving and tugging at her own pants. Suddenly one of her legs was bare and she sat back down on my lap. Her pussy was naked against my cock, hot and wet, sliding along the length of my shaft. She had pulled one leg of her pants off to free herself. She tilted her hips and I was inside of her. She rocked herself down until I was fully inserted, until we were pubis to pubis. She grabbed my head and pressed her forehead against mine. We were breathing in each other's mouth, eyes closed, as tight against each other as could be. She started rocking her hips, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. Her pussy was wet and hot. I felt a drop of her juice slowly roll down my balls. The sensation on my cock was not going to make me cum. She was barely moving, focussed on the feeling of her clit. I could feel the hard little nub of it against my skin. The music became a single beat that resonated inside of us. Our breath became in sync with the rhythm of the music, our heart beats rose to match the beat of the music, the rocking of her hips matched the rhythm. The music flowed in us, through us, connected us. To my closed eyes her body appeared to be transparent. Waves of pleasure were bouncing inside of her in colorful patterns, her clit pulsating in time with the music. I saw my cock, red and bright, inside of her, emitting a warm radiance that soon spread all the way up to her head, coloring her crystal body. That was the trippiest sex I ever had. I saw her orgasm as a white light that shot out of her clit, riding on the crest of red heat emanating from my cock. I opened my eyes just in time to see her open hers. Our gaze locked as an orgasm rocked her, her pussy clenching down on my cock. She had never been more naked, or more beautiful. Better Loving through Chemistry Ch. 03 She hugged me fiercely, her body shuddering in small spasms of pleasure. With my eyes open I lost the visuals of her inner pleasure. I could feel the cool air on my wet balls; a slightly jarring and mundane thought compared to what I had just experienced. She was so wet that my balls were drenched with her juices, and now they were cold! I laughed, which made my hips jerk and rub against her clit. She gasped and bit her lip; another orgasm was mounting already. I pushed her lower back closer to me, rising against her, grinding against her clit. She came again. I was still rock hard inside of her, but I doubted that I could cum right now, in this position. I enjoyed the warmth of her body and her pussy against me, around me. We kissed. "We better find Forest" I whispered in her ear. She nodded. She got of me, one hand holding on to her pants. The bar area was almost deserted. We were in a back corner, and no one seemed to pay attention to us. I reached up and pulled her pants down. Her short dress fell barely below her ass so she was mostly covered. From my seated position I could clearly see her pussy, the lips still swollen and wet, the short brown hair that framed it all matted down. I pulled her pants all the way down. She stepped out of them, smirking at me. I stood up and stuffed my cock back in my pants. From a standing position you couldn't tell Nicole was panty-less. But I knew, and I loved it. I caressed the naked flesh of her ass. "Let's go find her," I said, before kissing her on the lips while giving her ass a squeeze. She smiled and took my hand, leading me towards the stairs and the dance floor. Her hips had an extra swing to them. Her pants were wadded up in my hand, reminding me of how naked she actually was. This night was getting better and better. And now to find Forest.