Ecstasy 1 (Kate)

Kate

Kate and Dana fucked each other to the point of dehydration, drank water, did a little more cocaine, fucked again, then finally called a quits. For some reason, neither had much of an appetite, so they skipped dinner and just talked, and talked. They finished out the night cuddled up on Dana’s living room couch, watching anime, and only fell asleep just before the sunrise.

Pretty good for a first date.

When Kate finally woke up, it was nearly five pm, and despite the almost nonstop pleasure of the evening, she felt worse than ever. Worse than even the most intense hangovers after much crazier nights out with Alkim, Vicky, and Vicky's craziest friends. Her head throbbed, her nipples ached, and her stomach was growling. The hunger made sense—it was a normal consequence of suppressing one’s appetite for eighteen hours—and the nipple pain was all on Dana, but the headache was severe. This couldn’t have been a normal hangover, especially since she and Dana hadn’t even drunk anything alcoholic, just did a lot of coke.

Fucking ow! She pressed both hands to her temples, as if more pressure would fix it. Apparently, several hours of coked-up sex with a pretty girl, not eating, and barely drinking, was not the healthiest way to spend the evening. Nor was it an effective way of preventing withdrawals from whatever it was that Alkim produced and that Kate had come to depend on.

Kate untangled herself from Dana’s limp embrace to get some water. Yet, when she stood up, her naked tits slapped against her chest, sending a shockwave through the sensitive mammary tissue that was acutely painful. Beyond a general soreness from Dana's over-handling, it felt like pinpricks and needles stabbing through her nipples, like really bad acupuncture.

When she looked down at her chest, she saw the skin around her nipples was even darker than before, and there were light bruises all over her pale skin from where Dana had gone a bit too feral with the sucking.

Tit hickeys? Tickeys? Ugh.

Kate grumbled to herself. Last night Dana made her feel like a goddess just for having these huge tits, but said tits never missed an opportunity to inconvenience the rest of her.

She held the pendulous jugs to her chest as she walked over to the kitchen sink, drank two glasses of water, then started searching around Dana’s cabinets for something to deal with this headache. She found nothing of the sort.

Dammit, not only does she not do “white ****,” she doesn’t even keep basic medications around her apartment!

Kate had gotten used to Alkim always having **** and medicines on him. Besides the adderall, the coke, the acid, and the weed, he also kept little dime-bags on him with things like ibuprofen, Tylenol, or caffeine, just in case. When they first met, she thought it was ridiculous, but over the weeks she’d dipped into his stores more than enough times to admit their usefulness. Whenever she needed something he didn't have, like tums, he always made sure to add it to his stocks of meds.

Kate knew Alkim was the root cause of her problems, but she also knew he was the only one who could provide some kind of solution, and that he would help treat her symptoms without hesitation.

Last night's coke-up hedonism had masked her need for him, but waking up to painful, painful sobriety **** her to confront the truth. It had been more than a day since her last exposure, and the cravings were stronger than ever.

Dammit, now I'm starting to fiend for him, like a fucking addict. How can I be addicted to a man?!?

Worse still, she knew that Alkim was the only person she could have turned to for some explanation for all this bizarre addiction and growth. Dude really knew his biology, and to a degree that seemed absurd for someone his age, with only his bachelor’s degree.

More than once she’d peaked over his shoulder while he used his laptop, expecting to snoop on whatever kind of porn he liked, only to find he was reading some scientific journal article, like he’d assigned himself homework.

Truly his lamest of hobbies.

Kate rarely read any books in English, and definitely never read scientific papers for fun. But that made Alkim's familiarity with the literature even more important. It meant he might be able to find something that could help them figure out what made his fluids so irresistible, or what caused her boobs to grow.

He has to know someone in the city who works in a lab, maybe back at UCLA. Someone who can run tests on us.

Except, there was no way of knowing how he’d react to the information.

Kate was gay, Alkim knew she was gay, and she couldn’t just tell him that she was addicted to his saliva. She knew he wanted to fuck her, that was never a secret, but she’d never had a problem trusting him before. Ever since they first met she’d always trusted him, trusted him to keep his hands to himself, and to not push any boundaries. She always maintained control, and he always respected her, and the other girls in the house.

But after seeing Mikaella suck him off with such… enthusiasm, Kate wasn’t so certain that her boundaries would stay in place, even if Alkim wasn’t the one who would cross them.

He has to know cumming like that isn’t normal, and neither was the way Mikaella seemed to thirst for it. Soon enough, he’ll put two and two together, and figure out that I’m almost as thirsty for him as that little Filipina prostitute of his.

She’d been emotionally **** with him more times than she could count, and he’d always been kind to her. But this was a very different kind of vulnerability. This was handing him the keys to her body’s chemistry, a body she knew he wanted. He would hold all the cards, and all the strings needed to puppet her around. If Alkim wanted, Kate could find herself kneeling right next to Mikaella, kissing around his dick, competing to get him off first thing in the morning for their daily dose of happiness. Worst of all, he could even make her like it, and she’d probably thank him for the privilege.

The image made Kate want to tear out her own hair.

Fortunately, her scalp was saved from her agonizing ruminations by a warm presence against her back, and a gentle kiss on her neck. Then a pair of hands wrapped around her waist, and quickly began slithering up to her boobs.

Of fucking course that’s the first thing she does.

“Sleep alright?” asked Kate.

Dana yawned like the dead. “Ahhhh… what time is it?”

“After five.”

“Holy shit.” She yawned again. “How long did we sleep?”

“Dunno, not sure when we crashed.”

“I still can’t believe you got me to try cocaine. Felt like I was having sex with the wolf of wall street—I mean, his wife, in the movie. You know, Margot Robbie?”

Dork. “I don’t, actually. But you had fun, right?” Like how I’m gonna have fun ruining you.

“Mhmm. Soooo much fun.” Dana contented herself with laying her chin on Kate’s shoulder, and fondling Kate’s tits from below. So long as she didn’t squeeze too hard, Kate didn’t really mind right then. The feel of Dana’s hands grounded her in the moment, and kept her from thinking about what she had to do.

Kate’s stomach chose that moment to growl, ruining the moment. “Got any food?”

“Yeah. Eggs, bacon, bread, and… ummmm, cereal?”

“Yes please.” Fuck, I think I’m out of coke too. “Oh yeah, coffee?”

“Good idea, I’ll make a pot.” She took several more seconds to palm Kate’s boobs before she got started on breakfast.

Kate offered to help, but Dana insisted that her guest shouldn’t have to do anything, serving up coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast. Kate ate gratefully, and felt better for it. But still, not enough to settle her mind, and her deeper cravings. She felt bad though, that she was leaving this pretty girl to do something nasty.

She deserves better. And I’ll be better, once I get through this.

But first, I have to go home.

Once she finished her five pm breakfast, Kate made some excuse about having to get some work done at home. She kissed Dana, told her she’d call, and started driving home.

Had she been thinking more clearly, she might have stuck around a bit longer to wait for rush hour to die down. But she hadn’t, and what had been thirty minutes yesterday morning turned into nearly three hours of stop-and-go traffic, moving with the same average speed as a very shitty jogger.

Unable to kill enemy drivers with her mind, she simply endured the repetitive, endless motions of gear-shifting: first, neutral, back to first, and repeat. Occasionally, for brief, blissful moments, she got to break the monotony with a few seconds at second gear before being **** to downshift and stop.

Fuuuck thiiiiiis ciiiiiiityyyy!

By the time she got home, right in the heart of the most sprawling metropolitan area in the United States, the sun had gone down, and so had Kate’s tolerance for humanity.

Luckily, Kate arrived at the house to find Alkim’s car in the driveway. She knew Hannah was at work, but couldn’t find any sign of Mikaella. She opened Alkim’s door, just a hair’s breadth, to check if they were in there together, but she only saw one shape on the bed.

It’s just him.

She supposed that was probably for the best, she didn’t want any of the other girls to see what she was going to do, and she definitely did not want any interruptions.

Despite her objectives, what she needed more than anything else in that moment was a long, hot shower. Something to wash away the smell of tire rubber, and any residual pussyjuices from her and Dana. Plus, she still didn’t have a plan.

But first, she checked the kitchen for used cups, or Alkim’s water bottle, just to be sure. She found nothing; that was disappointing, but not much of a setback. Kate wasn’t even sure cleaning his glasses or drinking his water bottle right now would have been enough anyway. She was almost two days behind on her accustomed dosage, and would need more than she’d ever taken at once just to get herself steady.

She started her shower. As the hot water cleansed her of the last two days, Kate began scheming.

She couldn’t just ask him to spit in her mouth, and she couldn’t risk doing something to him in his sleep. What she needed was some excuse to make out with Alkim, and get his saliva. But she also had to make sure he wouldn’t get too suspicious of her desires, or question her sexual orientation. Above all else, she had to stay away from his cum.

This proved more difficult than she imagined. Clubbing, maybe? They could go dancing, and she could just start kissing him on the floor, tell him it was to make him look better. Except, that would be a lot of effort and time before she got any payoff. Plus what if someone saw her there making out with a dude, or what if Mikaella wanted to go with them and took all his attention? Plus, he probably wouldn’t want to be woken up just to go out. Maybe I should just wake him up just to get drunk here? Both of these plans ran the risk of him just saying no and going back to sleep. Plus, drinking wouldn’t explain why she’d actually want to make out with him. She had to think of something he was guaranteed to consent to.

It wasn’t until she’d finished shaving her legs that the answer finally came to her.

Molly!

Molly, ecstasy, MDMA. That was the answer. It’s not weird for friends to kiss each other on molly! It'll be like that time with the 2C-B, only better! Kate could ask Alkim to cuddle, and make out with her without suspicion. This way, she could get everything she needed for at least a couple days, maybe even more. Even one day would be a reprieve.

Plus, the idea of combining ecstasy with Alkim’s mystery chemicals was irresistibly enticing. Both **** already made her feel beyond amazing, and she was dying to know how they might interact with each other.

There was no way Alkim would refuse her offer. He’d already been so hot for her, and he had to be even more into her now that her tits had grown ridiculously huge. He would just assume it was the molly that made her horny, and it would have no reflection on her “normal” behavior hereafter. Then, she could just go back to the new status quo of covertly licking his glasses, sharing his water bottle, and occasionally shotgunning vapors. Once she was steady, that’s all she would need to do.

She dug around in her room for a bit until she finally found her stash hidden in her desk drawers.

It was pure MDMA, in its natural crystalline form: nearly transparent, with a purple tint, and white around the edges. Alkim had gotten it in bulk last month for a rave that Vicky had dragged them all to. He convinced their favorite rave girl that the pressed pills she’d gotten from her musical friends were shit, and full of impurities. As a replacement, and upgrade, he got the primo stuff from his college connections mailed right to their door, weighed it all out to the milligram with his “jewelry scale,” and packaged the individual doses into transparent gelatin pill casings, so they wouldn't have to taste any of the bitter, acrid chemical.

Once again, he’d come through for her more than he could ever know.

No holding back. This has to work.

She was about to take one of the measured pills before she considered the issue of dosage. Lately, this was another thing she’d trusted in Alkim to figure out, and she tried to recall his reasoning behind higher or lower quantities of the ****.

One point (100mg) was enough for her to roll before, but she’d already done a bunch of coke the past few days. She didn’t really care about potential health consequences of following up two days of heavy cocaine usage with an even more powerful stimulant and more dangerous stimulant, she was much more concerned about potentially ruining her next high. Kate wasn’t sure about the chemistry of it all, but she remembered something about recent adderall use making molly less effective, and worried that coke might also inhibit it in the same way.

She couldn’t quite remember what the safe time to go between using molly was, just that it was bad to do it more than once in the same weekend. She figured a month was probably enough. She did specifically remember Alkim explaining that the high from molly required a certain threshold dosage. Below a certain level, you wouldn’t feel anything, but if you took enough to hit that threshold, you would really feel it.

Kate took two points, just to be safe. She needed to go all in, really roll absolute tits, like some lovestruck raver, or else she’d risk letting her disgust for men ruin the plan.

She recorded the start time on her phone, so she would have a running time for how long the high should last—roughly six hours after taking it. While she waited, she put on some light clothes: just a nice, soft, white tank top, and a pair of black panties. It was an extremely basic look, but Alkim always went for basic girls and exposed skin. The translucent cloth made her nipples obvious, and left her bountiful curves both extremely visible, and completely irresistible.

Also, molly made her feel physically hot, so minimal clothing would be preferred once she got high. Bare legs would keep her cool, while they were guaranteed to make Alkim hot.

She considered a bikini top, but decided that might be laying it on a bit thick.

Kate took a few pictures of the outfit from a low angle, and pulled the top down slightly, making the line of her cleavage seem miles long, then texted them to Dana.

Let her chew on that.

She didn’t chew for long. A minute later Dana sent back several thirsty emoji’s, and tried to schedule another date for tomorrow. Kate gave a tentative maybe, but left things open to meet here, in K-Town, on a later date. She’d rather not be stranded so far away from her supplies of addictive substances if she could help it. Plus, after today, she was sick of driving.

She killed the remaining time catching up on social media. All the while the MDMA dissolved in her stomach, and got to work at releasing all the serotonin in her brain.

It didn’t take long to kick in. Thirty minutes, tops, and it did not set in gradually.

A multitude of feelings hit her all at once, like a euphoric car crash: the affection, the heat, the strong desire to blab, kiss, suck, and bite.

Fuuuck, why can’t people be like this all the time?

Before she knew it, Kate found herself standing in front of Alkim’s room, tightly clenching her teeth, trying to work up the courage to enter. She felt like some kind of doped-up vampire, unable to enter his domicile without permission.

This is fucking insane!

Ironically, the thought that she might be crazy didn’t make Kate call off her half-baked plan, it only made her feel lonely, and even more **** for her friend’s validation.

Fuck it!

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