Critical Massive Pt. 2: Rolling
July 24th, 2006(not safe for work version)
“Do you want us to get you some?”
The question sent my mind reeling. It was time to decide. I’d been going back and forth all day – perhaps even my whole life. I’d waited 29 years to try a drug for the first time. Was it time? Questions flashed through my mind as Fingers awaited my response. Would I be passing up the experience of a lifetime? What would it mean if I could no longer proudly wear my drug free label? Should I wait longer, or would I ever really need to try it?
I took a deep breath and nervously said, “Okay.”
My heart raced as I watched Fingers and Zeb head out to track down the magic little pills.
“I told them to get us some E,” I told Lucky as I sat down on a lawn chair next to him. He nodded his head, knowing what this meant for me but, thankfully, not making a big deal out of it. This trip was certainly turning out differently than I’d expected.
The trip itself had come as a surprise. I hadn’t even known about the event until two days earlier, when Fingers had sent me a link to the web site. That weekend, there was to be a local event for Northwest Burners. Located at a campground just a few hours north of Seattle, it was a three day festival where participants were encouraged to set up their camps for a bit of a test run before the real thing in August. Although Lucky and I still weren’t sure if we’d be going to Burning Man, we were excited at the chance to get a glimpse of the sights, sounds, and culture that would await us on the Playa. So, on a sunny Friday afternoon, we packed up our camping gear and headed north.
We spent our first night setting up camp and getting familiar with our surroundings. Saturday began with a morning of just enjoying the sun. Later that afternoon, Lucky, Fingers, Zeb, and I took a group shower to try to cool off and get rejuvenated. After scrubbing each other down with extra foamy soap, we wandered around the campground wearing only our sandals, stopping for a while at a neighboring camp to take in a masochistic sex show.
That evening, there was an amazing fire show to kick off the last night of the event. We watched in awe as beautiful women swallowed rods of fire and painted men twirled flames around their heads. When that was over, the campground erupted into a myriad of dance parties. Our group migrated to the nearest sound system, and we began to dance. This was when Fingers approached me with the burning question.
As Fingers and Zeb searched, Lucky and I explored several camps, stopping briefly to observe or dance, before ending up back at our own camp. We sat and chatted with other campers until our two camp mates returned with their prize.
The moment of anticipation had arrived. A tiny blue pill was dropped into my palm, and I was handed a bottle of water. My head raced as I raised my hand to my mouth, and I popped the pill onto my tongue before I had a chance to think about it. I knew that I might back out if I hesitated. I took a swig of water from the bottle, washing down the pill, and my fears along with it. It was done. All that was left was to sit back and enjoy the ride.
We walked to a nearby camp called Flight To Mars. The music pounded from giant speakers as a huge crowd of campers dressed in shiny, colorful, outrageous outfits danced, surrounded by glowing neon lights. Just outside of the camp, we saw a ball pit on the back of a truck that had been carrying passengers around the campground earlier that day. We climbed the ladder and dove in, losing ourselves among the colorful plastic balls. We played in the ball pit for some time, laughing and joking as we threw balls at each other and rolled around together.
Finally, we climbed out of the ball pit (minus one pair of sorely missed eyeglasses – RIP) and decided it was time to dance. As I moved in time with the pulsing beat, I began to feel euphoric. I didn’t consciously acknowledge that the drug had finally taken effect, but I soon found myself sitting off to the side in the grass, getting touchy-feely with my friends and admiring an adorable young lady I had just been introduced to. Feeling unusually confident and forward, I moved next to her and whispered in her ear, “I’m not usually this bold, but I think you’re really cute.”
“I think you’re cute, too,” she replied, smiling.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
Our lips pressed together softly. The kiss probably only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like minutes. When it was over and I opened my eyes again, we smiled at each other coyly. Feeling a little dizzy (was it the drug or the young lady’s kiss?), I laid down in the grass. As friends stepped over me, I playfully grabbed at crotches and requested kisses. The others were more than happy to accommodate me.
Next, Fingers, Zeb, Lucky, and I decided to take a walk around the campground. Thinking back, I barely remember what we did on that walk or where we went. The one thing I do remember is holding tightly to Lucky’s hand and frequently stopping to tell him how much I loved him, giving him long passionate kisses. I remember feeling very honest as we walked. I know that honesty is not usually referred to as a feeling, but I’m not sure how else to describe it. I had this overwhelming urge to share everything, from experiences to feelings, and to let the others inside of the real me.
Eventually, we circled back around to the Flight To Mars camp. This time, we decided to amuse ourselves by going through the funhouse trailers that lined the entrance to the dance floor. We spent some time in one trailer, the insides of which had been turned into a dark tunnel that we had to crawl through. Near the end, Fingers discovered a nook above the tunnel that we could crawl up into. Lucky and I joined him in the nook and we all cuddled, chatted, and giggled. Lucky and I couldn’t keep our hands and lips off of each other. Somehow, he worked his fingers down my pants and into my pussy. It felt amazing. It was about this time that Zeb joined us in the nook. Lucky removed his hand from my pants and let the other two boys smell his fingers. What might usually seem like high school boasting became something extremely erotic. I giggled shyly as Lucky slid his fingers into Zeb’s mouth, letting him taste me. This served as a catalyst for all of our desires, and we decided it was time to go back to our camp. We – all four of us – were going to have sex.
Read Part 1 | Stay tuned for part 3…
Filed under: Experiences | Tagged: burning man, critical massive, drugs, ecstacy
