1. The Hangout


    Date: 11/3/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, First Time, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 89.1, Source: sexstories.com

    fuckin’ high, maybe even some visuals and body rushes. Eat those, and in about forty-five minutes fuckin’ shit will start happening.” We enjoyed our chocolaty treats and went back to our corner inside. After about a half hour, Martha shivered. “It’s warm in here. How can you be cold?” I asked. “I’m not. I didn’t eat much for dinner, so the brownie’s getting to me. Starting to feel real good, different from before.” She shivered again, a full-body motion that started in her feet and moved up until she shook her head, spilling a little glitter on her shoulders. “Fuck, yes! Don’t mind me. Sometimes I get super body rushes.” The strobes, moving spotlights, and black light made her top glow and the tiny bits of glitter shine like pin-pricks of intense colored light from within her. I was getting seriously high. “We should move.” She giggled. “Do you feel like you’re gonna grow roots into the floor? Me too. Help me up before it’s too late.” We wandered around the facility again. The colors of the paintings seemed more intense now, and the strobe lights made them move. Clothing glowed under the ultraviolet light. Sometimes spotlights backlit people as silhouettes. The strobes made everyone’s movements jerky. “Martha, I’m having some real trouble focusing.” “Let’s go outside,” she said. “I need to slow down.” We made it to the main door and breathed in the sticky air of a late summer city night. The parking lot lights spilled down to the tracks, illuminating the ugly wires and ...
    transformers on power poles against the night sky. We entered this new world, traffic noises from the streets a quiet calming contrast to the insistent beat of drums and screech of tortured guitars we left behind. “Jeremy, I thought the walls were gonna start, like, breathing. When that happens, it’s time for me to find someplace quiet for a while.” “Some of the stuff in your murals got super intense.” “I painted it, so I know what’s up there, but I started seeing shit that wasn’t. Kinda freaked me out. I’m still really high, but I’m okay now.” “Girl, you and I need a mellow-out walk.” We strolled around the outside of the building. The owner had hired bouncers to stop kids who wanted to drink or fight. They didn’t seem to notice anyone making out in the shadows. Martha whispered when we passed a particularly amorous couple, “You know what I wonder?” “What?” “How these crazy body rushes I keep getting would feel with sex.” “You never had sex when you were high? “No. I never had sex at all.” “You didn’t?” “Who would I have sex with?" “I dunno. Lots of guys. You’re in college.” “No, Jeremy. When other girls are out getting laid, I’m in my room listening to weird music and fucking myself with my hairbrush handle. There. Now you know everything about me. I’m a freak.” “You’re not a freak!” “My boyfriend is a piece of plastic! No one wants a flat-chested artsy chick with frizzy hair. I’m sexually invisible.” “You’re wrong.” “Am I? We spent a lot of time together these last two months. ...
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