That's Why They Call It “Ecstasy” Ch. 01

“I promise you, you’ll have the best night of your life.”

Sarah was holding out her hand, two small orange tablets nestled in her palm. They were imperfectly round – crafted in a makeshift laboratory somewhere in Holland – with a convincing attempt at a Nike logo pressed into the top. She was met with three nervous but intrigued stares.

“I’ve never taken it before,’ said her friend, Jon. He turned to the other two. “Have you?”

Laura and Rich both shook their heads.

“I’m not going to pressure you,” Sarah said, “But if you are curious, this is the perfect environment to try it.”

She was right. The four friends were sat in the garden of the house they had shared for two years, drinking and enjoying a beautiful late Summer evening. The last of the daylight was disappearing into a brilliant sunset. Their last night together before they moved out, to start “real life”.

After two years of living together, Sarah knew it was only Jon who she needed to convince. His confidence and charisma made him the de facto leader of their little group and if he decided to indulge, Rich and Laura would surely follow. The former in an attempt to impress Jon, the latter as a result of her enormous crush on him.

“I’m up for it,” Jon decided. “But only if we all do it. I don’t want it to be weird.”

“Promise you’ll look after us?” Laura asked.

Sarah nodded and broke the pills into halves. The four of them raised their drinks – cans of beer and plastic cups of wine – in a toast, and each swallowed one.

“How will we know if it’s worked?” Laura asked. Sarah laughed.

“Oh, trust me – you’ll know.”

Sarah thought back to her first MDMA experience, two months earlier. To the festival where she’d danced for hours. The way everything felt good against her skin. To the wild night that followed, where she’d let herself be shared by two of her best friends.

She’d been keeping the pills since that night, waiting for a special occasion. And what could be more special than the end of two years of intense student house sharing?

“I just want to say, before we all start talking nonsense,” Sarah began. “I’m going to miss you all. Best housemates ever.” She looked at the three of them as they chatted excitedly, awaiting a feeling they were yet to know.

Jon seemed as relaxed as ever, stretched out in a foldaway camping chair that barely held his tall, broad rugby-player’s frame. Rich was more visibly nervous, leaning forward and fidgeting with the ring-pull of his beer. His slight build contributed to a sense of perpetual anxiety, not helped by his living – figuratively and literally – in Jon’s shadow.

Laura, on the other hand, had decided she was going to have the night of her life. She was impatiently fiddling with her long, red hair, waiting for the pill to take effect.

“Should I get changed?” Laura asked. She was wearing a baggy black t-shirt, long enough to form a makeshift dress. “Will I be too cold?”

“You’ll be fine,” Sarah replied. “But we should head back indoors. We need comfy seats – and music!”

Their living room, while by no means palatial, was unusually luxurious for a student house – an investment property owned by Jon’s parents. A four–seater leather corner sofa spanned the length of its back wall, and the carpet was a deep pile wool. Opposite the sofa was a matching reclining chair, and Jon’s dad – an audiophile and committed nerd – had fitted speakers to the ceiling and the walls.

Two hours later, it seemed like the perfect space in which to be high. Sarah had guided them through an intense come-up, all four of them glued to the couch as their eyes wobbled and the initial rush of overwhelmed them. Now, only Jon remained on the couch – stroking the leather and nodding intently to the beat of the house playlist Sarah had cued up.

Rich had been relieved of every ounce of anxiety and was dancing round the room, hugging the others and telling them he loved them.

Laura was dancing in the centre of the room, arms in the air and whipping her hair as she moved her hips in a manner so hypnotically sexual that Sarah couldn’t help but stare from her spot on the floor. She was sat with her back to the sofa and her jeans pushed to her ankles, the soft carpet against the skin of her legs suddenly heaven.

“Is everyone feeling good?” Sarah asked, already knowing the answer.

“Good?” Laura replied. “This is amazing!”. She had never felt so liberated, from herself or from others. She had also never felt so warm – her t-shirt suddenly like a winter coat as she moved lithely beneath it. She crossed her arms across her body, grabbed the bottom and pulled it over her head. She tossed it to the floor.

The t-shirt landed on Sarah’s bare legs and she bent her knees to push it away, kicking off her jeans in the process. Laura was still dancing, her black french panties and matching lace bra a marked contrast to the shapeless t-shirt. Rich and Jon were sat at opposite ends of the couch, eyes fixed on Laura’s body.

Sarah got to her feet, still wearing a strappy white top that stopped just short of her underwear, and began dancing with Laura. Devoid of any sense of shame or embarrassment, she found herself mimicking her friend’s moves – to the visible delight of the boys.

“Take it off!” Jon shouted at Sarah, half-joking. She turned to face him and let one of her straps slide down her right shoulder.

“I will if you will. Fair’s fair.”

Jon stood up and began mock-dancing in time with the girls. The beat was entracing, though, and soon he was unironically thrusting his body in time with the music. The girls pulled at his polo shirt and it soon joined the pile of clothes on the floor. The three of them turned to Rich and Sarah squealed with delight when she saw he was on his feet and already down to his boxers. Her eyes lingered on them, despite their over-sized baggy fit, she could see the outline of a sizeable bulge.

“It’s always the quiet ones,” She said. She slipped the other strap off and her top joined the pile. Jon and Rich were both taken aback as she turned round, her big, natural breasts framed by a lacy and revealing white bra. Sarah savoured their shock, jiggling her shoulders before returning to dancing in her own world.

Laura was dancing with her back to Jon, winding her ass in front of him as two years of unexpressed lust were unleashed by her chemical confidence. She turned and tugged the waist of his shorts.

“Your turn again,” she said.

“In a minute,” he said. “Please.” But she gave them one last, firm pull and they came straight down over his tight designer boxers. Tight, but not tight enough to hide the hard-on Laura had given him. The girls gasped simultaneously, then laughed and high-fived each other. Jon retreated to the couch.

Laura’s eyes were all-pupil, completely dilated, as Sarah leaned into her ear.

“Give me your hand.” Laura put her right hand out, palm down. Sarah turned it over, then – just as the boys had done to her in their tent – she lightly dragged the tips of her fingers up Laura’s forearm, just barely touching her skin. Laura let out a loud cry, the sensation like nothing she’d felt before – electricity shooting through her nerves as goosebumps formed all over her body.

“Good, huh?” Sarah smiled, delighted to share what felt like a secret weapon.

Laura put both hands on Sarah’s shoulders and pulled her close as she whispered.

“I am so horny…”

Sarah laughed. “Sorry! I couldn’t resist.”

“No but like… really, really horny. I have this… urge.” She bit her lip.

“You go do what you need to do,” Sarah told her. She nodded towards the boys, virtually catatonic on the couch. “We’re all wasted…”

Laura let go of Sarah and fell straight backwards onto the reclining chair. She reached for the button and pressed it until she was lying flat, her body raised to the boys’ eyelines, and started running her fingers down the side of her body. Over the exposed skin below her bra, until she reached her panties.

Feeling three pairs of eyes on her but unable to care – in fact, enjoying it – she opened her legs wide.

As the others watched in amazement, Laura put her right hand between her thighs and started stroking herself through her underwear. Her fingers moved in a circular motion, the fabric barrier teasing her clit. She put her other hand on her breast and gently squeezed as she closed her eyes.

Sarah joined the boys on the sofa to watch the show. She glanced to her left – Rich, hand over his loose-fitting boxers, half-restraining and half-stroking what looked to be an impressive hard-on. To her right, Jon, watching Laura from the floor as he retrieved something from the pocket of his shorts. Sarah was so wet, the urge to touch herself – or be touched – becoming overwhelming.

She stood up, crossed the room and leaned over Laura sideways-on. Her breasts pressed against the taut skin of Laura’s stomach as she ran her her fingers up Laura’s thigh until they met hers. Her panties were soaked, and Sarah’s finger easily slipped inside them and past the warm, wet skin beneath. As Laura continued to work her clit, the lips of her pussy welcomed Sarah in. She pressed up, finding the spongy skin of Laura’s g-spot, and started to stroke.

Laura had never felt anything like it – she was on the brink of orgasm but couldn’t get there, the serotonin flooding her brain suppressing her climax but heightening every sensation. Even over the music, she could hear her own voice, moaning as she pushed her hips against Sarah’s hand. “Fuck… fuck… yes…”

Sarah took Laura’s left hand and put it between her own legs, clamping her thighs tight and beginning to grind against it. She heard Jon to her left.

“Fuck, this is so hot.”

Sarah turned her head and found herself looking straight into Jon’s camera. He was facing the two girls, phone in his left hand and his right still in his boxers. She stood up and pulled away from Laura, who gasped loudly as Sarah’s finger slipped out of her.

“Are you filming us?” She demanded, directly into the lens. Jon brought his right hand up to steady the picture, but didn’t stop filming.