I'm not into drugs, but when the guy I'd been crushing on for ages asked me to shroom with him second semester senior year, I couldn't say no to a psychedelic experience with the dude of my steamy college dreams. The magic mushrooms were actually rolled into small chocolates, so they seemed pretty innocent, and they weren't hard to stomach. After we ate them, we walked to this remote corner of campus with a cooler of beers and some chips to snack on.
By the time we started tripping we'd finished a six-pack, so we were good and buzzed. We stripped, clumsily, down to our underwear and rolled around in the grass laughing our faces off for what seemed like an hour before he finally made his move. When he touched me, it was like a thousand male hands were caressing my flesh all over at once. I felt him massaging my pussy, breasts, neck, and thighs simultaneously. It didn't matter that I was hallucinating. It was incredibly sexy. I orgasmed three times, seizing with pleasure throughout every climax. I didn't even know I was capable of feeling that unbelievable."
