Sam Laughed and nodded. "I promise."

I swallowed the pills.

And then the REAL party began.

I felt hot. VERY hot. And yet I wasn't overly sweaty. I mean, I was still sweaty, but just normal exertion sweaty, you know? But I still felt HOT. And thirsty. I kept drinking water. A LOT of water. At least,

I drank a lot of water when the girls would let me drink water. They kept me VERY busy otherwise, y'know?

There are still gaps in my memory to this day. Sam was right, I really paid for it in the morning, and she wound up driving the minivan to get us all back to my house where the girls spent the better part of the day Lounging out back by the re-filled pool while I slept for seven hours. Only then was I in any shape to drive each of my “girlfriends” home. Good thing each of them had already told their parents they wouldn't be returning until dinnertime on Sunday.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm really just telling you this to make clear that everything turned out alright in the end, nobody came out with any permanent injuries, and if given a choice to do it all over again, even with the splitting headache that carried into Tuesday,

I would TOTALLY do it all over again.

You only get to have your Senior Prom once, y‘*know?

Anyway, back to being super-hot and thirsty. Those were new sensations unlike any of the previous times Sam had slipped me one of her dad's little pills. I also had a mild case of vertigo, and found that if I turned around a little too fast, my sense of balance would take an extra half-second to catch up to me and I'd get dizzy. So I had to be a little careful about that. But apart from those relatively minor side effects, Sam's pills apparently had their desired effect:

For the better part of four hours, I felt like a Greek God.

And I fucked like one, too.

Mother and I had stocked the suite with wine bottles, hard Liquor, and

2-liter sodas when first checking in. It wasn't like any of us were driving anywhere tonight. I was the only one who didn't do any drinking

(I think. That's one of my memory gaps). After taking the pills, Sam crawled into my Lap and started a sweet makeout session. But everything immediately after that is a complete blank.

My first memory after Sam's initial makeout session was that of Holly humping herself up and down my dick. She hadn't been fucking me in my sleep or anything; I know I was awake, but I don't have any memory of exactly how we got started. I didn't know then if Holly had been the first girl I'd fucked that evening or if everyone else took a turn before her. All I could say was that one moment, I'd been fully clothed and holding Sam in my lap while she shoved her tongue down my throat. I then closed my eyes, and when they opened the next moment, I found myself buck naked with lime green-haired Holly slowly pulling her tongue out of my throat and grinning at me while my hands on her ass helped the beautifully buxom babe bounce her sweet pussy up and down my absolutely solid-core steel-hard prick.

Crackles of electricity surged through my limbs, fueling my muscles to make me feel Like I had the strength of ten men. I dug my nails a little painfully into Holly's asscheeks, gripping her perky globes tight before I started bashing her Light body against my Lap over and over and over again while she threw her head back and wailed a euphoric aria of ecstasy.

At the sound of her climactic release, I stopped shaking her like a rag doll and instead pinned her down against my pelvic bone to vibrate her clit against my hardness. When Holly finally came down from her peak, she collapsed over my right shoulder and shuddered, whimpering softly

“Holy shit, Matty," the worn-out girl whined. "I forgot you could do that to me."

I chuckled and rubbed her spine.

“Other guys couldn't satisfy you the same?"

Holly chuckled and picked her head up to kiss me quickly.

“It's only been a few weeks since Santa Cruz. There haven't been any other guys since then. I told you: I'm not a slut."

I shook my head.

“Nuh-uh, you're MY personal slut.”