Acid Junkie

Something burned on Sam's tongue. Bittersweet and familiar, but distinct from the tarry taste of cigarettes. Shelly's hands slid down Sam's shoulders and would around her hips, to slide down the waistband of her panties. The long fingers slid around Sam's ass...and Sam suddenly remembered where she had tasted it before.

It had been the first and only time she had tried LSD. Her girlfriend of the time had scored a couple tabs, little dragons-sigils drawn in sugar with the psychoactive acid inside. They had decide to take turns, just to make sure nothing wrong happened...and Sam had gone first. The first fifteen minutes had been boring, waiting for something to happen, Sam wondering if it had even really been acid or if it would work and then...then the wall had started to melt. And there was a hole in it. A whole that looked so like her girlfriend's pussy that the horny young Sam had tried to lick it. Her girlfriend had said she'd worried about lead in the paint of the dorm, and had a hell of a time keeping Sam from licking the wall for over an hour...

That had been Sam's only experience with acid. Now, she knew, she'd just been exposed to...more of it.

When Shelly had finally slid her tongue out of Sam's mouth, she looked the junkie in her dilated eyes and asked point blank:

"How much did you give me?"

The shit-eating grin seemed to split Shelly's face in two. "Just enough for us to have fun. Have you ever made love on acid?"

"No," Sam said, very aware of the hands inside her panties, massaging her ass. "I don't....I don't really do **** anymore."

"Hmm, well I do," Shelly said. "I'll be your shaman...your guide! But let's get to the bedroom..."

Nervously, Sam led Shelly into the bedroom. She could feel the jitters deep inside, her guts twisting in knots, palms sweaty. Dropping acid had not been on the menu tonight; all Sam had wanted was to lick and finger a pussy, and get a little reciprocal attention. Her highest aspiration was to hump some bitch's face and squirt in her mouth. Now she found herself sitting on the edge of the bed, nervous to look at the walls for fear she might have a relapse.

To distract herself, Sam watched Shelly strip. The booty-shorts came down, revealing a pale blonde landing strip above a small pussy, the lips a delicate salmon pink and barely protruding from the labia. The shirt and bra came off next...tricky because of the long blonde hair. Sam found herself ogling the small, round breasts with the nipples almost the same color as the skin, they were that pale...and when at last Shelly had disentangled herself she grinned that wide grin, eyes alight, and asked the question.

"So...you've done acid before?"

"Once," Sam admitted.

"Practically a virgin," Shelly said and licked her lips. "You need to just relax into it. Here, I'll help you."

The naked woman slid into the bed next to Sam. Her long, slender fingers, stained with nicotine, slid down along Sam's inner thigh, toward her pussy lips.

"Just close your eyes..." Shelly said as her fingers touched Sam's pussy.

Men, never having a pussy themselves, always tended o be too rough when it came to fingering. Always focused on penetration, on fucking a woman with their fingers, likely as not to scratch the labia or sensitive insides with their untrimmed nails. Shelly was gentler, though; she knew the rules. The soft, fleshy pads of her fingers rubbed gently on the outer lips as Sam closed her eyes and tried to **** herself to relax.

For a few moments, they remained in silence. Only Shelly's soft breathing. Her fingers were between Sam's thighs. The tension slowly drained from Sam's body. Her breath came in slow, shuddering exhales...Sam staring at the inside of her own eyelids, where colors and patterns seemed to move and shift in the darkness. In fascination, Sam lay completely still...sinking deeper and deeper...until her body seemed to spin...

A warm mouth circled her right nipple, and heat began to spread throughout Sam's body. A soft moan slid out from between her teeth as the lips sucked hard.......pulled...until the mouth popped free of her wet teat, both nipples now stiff and erect. A wet trail of kisses began to flow down below her chest, over her ribs. A thumb was gently circling her clit as another hand moved Sam's legs further apart.....tiny love-bites nibbled at the soft skin of her stomach. Grew harder and more aggressive the nearer they got to her pussy. Sam's hands clenched at the sheets, her legs drawn up and spread wide, pussy overflowing as the little bits grew sharper the nearer they came...closer and closer to her clit....until Sam couldn't stand it anymore and opened her eyes.

To see the head of a giant Praying Mantis poised above her cunt, mandibles clacking, eyes scintillant and black beneath the long, silky blonde hair...

...and Sam's foot crashed hard into the giant bug, forcefully knocking the thing back on its thorax, kicking again and against at the wiry, chitinous body as its claws desperately clung to the bed, Sam's naked form stretching itself full length as she sobbed and stomped and kicked until she caught the horrible monster a solid blow with her heel that caused an ominous crunch, and the thing collapsed off the bed.

Sam sprang off the bed and rushed to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Grabbed the toilet plunger as the only weapon available and curled up in the tube, prepared to sell her life dearly...

As the minutes ticked by, Sam suddenly coughed...and the shrill scream that had been the background noise to her waking nightmare suddenly petered out.

From beyond the door, there was the clack of claws on the door. The knob jiggled...and then Shelly's voice came through, muted and stuffy as though she had a head cold.

"It's okay Sam...it's okay. You're just having a bad trip. Try and...try and calm down. Focus on your breathing. You don't have to come out until you want to..."

It was a long night, as the visions came and went...and Sam never did get laid.