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This story is part of The Adventures of Jinx but can also be read as a stand-alone story. If you really want to understand every part of this story, it is advised that you read The Adventures of Jinx. So enjoy reading and don't forget to vote or add me to your favourite authors list.

Dear readers,

A while ago, Jinx asked me to write a small story about who I am and what I have sexually experienced so far in my life. I know her as Jinx, but you know her better as Amanda Marais. She asked me to write this story shortly after Jinx, or should I say Amanda, and I had our first sexual encounter together. I decided to accept the offer and give it a go. Although I have never written a story before, I wanted to give it a try and show Amanda's fans, my perspective about our encounter. But first of all I want to tell her fans a little more about who I am.

Well, my name is Emma Smith, but I guess you already know that. I am 17 years old and have blonde hair that barely touches my shoulders. I have my father's eyes, brown. But that's the only thing I inherited from my father. The rest of my looks and body, I have from my mother. She passed away a few years ago, cancer. From that moment on, I was the only woman in the house. It changed my life forever. I still miss her very much. Not one single day passes by without me thinking about her.

My father also means very much to me. He works very hard and owns one of the biggest casinos in the country. Together with my father, I live in a huge villa just outside the city. At the moment I don't have a relationship, but my heart belongs to one single person. And you are about to find out who that special person is. I can already tell you it's a female. Why a female? Because I hate men!

My hate for men has started when I was barely 16 years old. Every Saturday night we went clubbing. We loved to dance on the music, house music. And dancing was the only thing we did besides having fun. Boys didn't interest us much, we only wanted to enjoy ourselves. And it all happened on that one Saturday when most of our friends couldn't come along so I was all alone with one of my best friends. The two of us had a blast and we were enjoying ourselves, dancing to the loud beats and bass tones. We didn't need much, only good music and a glass of Fanta in front of us.

The place was crowded, every body dancing, bodies gliding and sliding close against each other. The place was hot and sweaty bodies all over the dance floor. Suddenly a guy made his way through the crowd to reach us. He motioned us to come closer to his mouth because he wanted to say something to us. While the music was going loud he screamed:

"Hey girls, how about a little pill to make this evening even more fun?"

While he spoke these words, he showed us a small plastic bag filled with little white pills. Obviously he offered us [censored] so we rejected the offer. We had never used any [censored] and I was definitely against any form of [censored]. I didn't even smoke or drink alcohol. So we told him to fuck off and that we didn't need that shit to enjoy ourselves. He told us it was our loss and went back to his friends on the other side of the club.

We continued to dance and quickly forgot about that little incident. To cut things short, a while later I had to go to the toilet and asked my friend to come along. So together we made our way through the crowd towards the toilets. There was a long queue so we had to wait for at least 5 to 10 minutes. In the meantime, what we didn't know was that the guy, who offered us [censored] earlier that evening, had made his way to our table and dropped a pill of XTC in each of our glasses.

When we came back we continued our fun and drank from our XTC spoiled drinks. Without realizing it, the XTC started to work inside our body and started to take over our mind. About a half hour later, the XTC was having its effect on us. We were dancing again, the XTC was causing that we weren't getting tired at all. It felt like we could go on for hours and hours dancing like this. My friend and I were feeling happy and we were laughing and giggling. A rush was going through my body and I started to hallucinate.

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