Fictionmania Story a bigger closet

Samantha didn't so much as wake up. She dragged herself into consciousness. Last night was her first party, something she hadn't experienced until now, at twenty. Having a mixture of introvertedness and a Christian upbringing meant that she'd have more likely been found at a church retreat than a high school kegger.

After a philosophy class, Samantha had started drifting from faith and found more intellectual stimulus from the counter-culture folks on campus. One of them, Beatrice, was having a going away party for a friend and invited her to come along, promising to watch her back the whole night.

Samantha had some trepidation about the whole thing, but decided it might be fun. She wore a tight-knit black turtleneck and a calf length skirt. It would be something to wear at work or in class, so she added her pair of black and white Converse to the mix, to look a little more hip. In the mirror, she looked to be a petite, intelligent girl with a bit of fun thrown in.

Bea picked her up, and proved true to her word. In spite of getting absolutely hammered, Samantha hadn't been groped or raped and came to safe in her own bed. Even though sex hadn't been involved, she'd experienced drugs for the first time. Some guy named Mikey pulled out a pretty psychedelic bong, and when Bea had partaken, Samantha decided she might as well go along and see what it was like.

Another guy, Alphonze, had some pills. A few people took those and went back to their conversations, like it was nothing. They'd been white, but Alph had saved a blue one that he was about to take. Samantha got up her nerve and asked if she could try one out.

Alph shrugged his shoulders, "I thought I'd have this one to get up some nerve, to ask out Taylor, but as you can see, he's get his eyes on someone else." He looked back down at the pill in his hand and gave her a wink. "Sure, you might have some fun with this!"

She swallowed the tablet and chased it down with some beer. "What will I start feeling?"

He laughed, "Well, when I took it, I just felt... well... BIGGER."

She *had* felt something different, but ended up being so drunk later on that Bea had one of her straight edge friends take her home. Now Samantha was dragging herself out of bed in her underwear and trying to stay upright while starting the shower. She noticed that she was feeling kinda horny, in spite of the hangover.

Later the next day, on campus, Samantha saw Alphonze reading at a park bench. He saw her and waved with a smile. "Hi," she smiled back. "Sorry I was so drunk last night. I'm still a bit out of it today."

"Happens to the best of us," he laughed. "How was the trip?"

"Oh, I was dizzy the whole time, but I got back OK."

"No, I mean the STE pill I gave you, how was it?"

Samantha had to think back to the experience. "Honestly, I was too drunk to feel any different. Sorry, was it expensive?"

"No, no! I make those on my free time." Alph f