The first half of last year I was dating a girl at the time, and I was spending the weekend with her.

Saturday evening one of her friends picks us up with another friend (all 4 of us trans).

We all end up sitting around in friends basement completely naked, watching Brooklyn 99.

We started with shrooms and dabs, until friends friend pulled out a meth pipe. Friend had done it before, so she took a hit. My girlfriend and I hadn’t.

I didn’t want to seem too enthusiastic about trying it, so I waited till my girlfriend asked for a hit before I did.

We both took multiple hits, and it kicked in for my girlfriend and I around the same time.

We all ended up in a naked cuddle puddle on the floor, still watching B99.

My girlfriend decided she needed to stim, so she started gnawing on my arm (yes, I know).

Still have nerve and tendon damage in my arm from that, but oh well.

The sun comes up, and we get ready to leave around 10am.

Friend gives my gf and I a ride back to GFs place.

GF and I crawl into bed and snuggle up and spend Sunday resting it off and sleeping.

Monday morning I leave from my girlfriends place to go to work, with plans to see her a few days later for Valentine’s Day.

I get to my gfs place for our date, and she tells me “we… probably shouldn’t do meth again. I’m still not feeling 100%”. I chuckled, and thought to myself “we shouldn’t have done it in the first place, but here we are”.

We went out for a nice meal for Valentine’s.

A couple weeks later, I’m back for the weekend, and as I’m getting settled in, she tells me “I… kinda did meth again” (with friend).

That GF and I lasted a few more months, but broke up at the beginning of the summer.

I was clean for over a year until I relapsed this past May when my mental health got really bad, and I was ready to unalive myself.

I decided that I wanted to try meth at least once more before I offed myself anyways. I made a few calls, and got some.

But once I was high… all urges to unalive myself were gone.

I lived to see morning.

Ive been using every few weeks since, including tonight.

I’ve been with a new girlfriend for about a year now, and while she’s not thrilled by my use, she knows it’s what’s keeping me from unaliving myself.

She’s seen first hand how rude and dismissive the ER docs are towards while I begged for help with my (pre-meth addiction) mental health issues, and has promised to never drag me back there again.

It’s actually one of her friends moms that sets me up.

She has no urge to try it herself, but I’m pretty sure she’s gotten some second hand highs while I’m taking hits.

Anyways, anyone have any amusing stories about their first time?

I’m spun as F and bored and gf is asleep in the other room.

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