I miss my college days. Back when you didn’t need to have an excuse to go out and get drunk, when girls said they’d do whatever you liked them to do. The time when getting high off on party and sex drugs was just part of an everyday repertoire. This story includes it all, the night that makes me reminisce about the college days more than any other.
It started off with a bunch of college friends going down the local pub where we frequently had a few pints of beer. The group was mixed, if my memory serves me right I’d say we were about 3 guys and 4 girls, one of which was Hope, who is the main character in this story. Now me and Hope knew each other from classes, but never really clicked much, we did share some interest in a few shows and had a similar taste in music. What I didn’t know is that we also shared some interest in party drugs, popper juice in particular.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with popper juice, it’s a recreational party and sex drug that helps relax muscles and puts you in a short-lasting high that makes you feel euphoric, fuzzy and warm. It also acts as a stimulant during sex and makes your muscles relax. It’s all fun and games, until you wake up the next morning with a killer headache. But hey, nothing good comes without consequences, not even alcohol, so what the hell?
As the night progressed, we all had one beer too many, and decided that the best place to be is the bar just a few blocks down. As soon as we arrived, we settled on a corner table and started dancing and having fun. A few more shots in, and I decided it would be a wise idea to take a sniff from my popper juice to make the night more interesting. Hope saw the bottle and excitedly asked if she could take a sniff as well. I happily obliged.
She was an attractive brunette, but I hadn’t really thought much about her as I mostly saw her around campus wearing conservative clothes, but this night in particular she wore a tight black dress that showed off her amazing figure. She was pretty tall for a girl, with all the right curves in the right places, and her high heels made her that much sexier.
In my drug and alcohol induced state, I decided to make a move on her and we started dancing. After what felt like an hour but was probably a few minutes of grinding on the dance floor, I decided that I want to take it further, so I asked her if she’d like to take it somewhere more private. She agreed and we started walking towards my apartment. We didn’t say much during our walk, but I think we both knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as we went through the front door.
Suffice to say, as soon as I opened the door clothes dropped everywhere and we were all over each other. I remembered about my little friend in the bottle, and proposed we take another hit before things got too heavy. Again, she happily obliged. As soon as we went back to business, the high from the poppers made every touch feel much more intense. She shivered and shook just by me touching her hips.
What followed was some of the nastiest, roughest, best sex of my life. It lasted for about an hour, and it was the first time I tried anal, which is why I cherish this memory so fondly. I haven’t seen anyone enjoy anal sex so much before in my life, I always thought that it was painful before, or so I’ve been told, but this girl loved it. I experienced one of the most mind-blowing orgasms myself that night as well. I felt like I was cumming for 5 minutes straight with such high intensity my legs were shaking.
After the deed was done, we passed out and woke up like 12 hours later, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary happened. This went on for a while, until she decided to drop out, but man was it fun while it lasted. Damn I miss the wild college days.