I took the drug with four friends whom I had known for over six months and with whom I had been hanging out socially over the past few weeks.

We all took the drug and brought some music out to the recreation area, and we hung around and danced while we waited for the drug to take effect. After perhaps half an hour or a couple of us were definitely under the influence of the drug, and we started to touch each other and hug and squeeze. Soon someone suggested that we form a backrub daisy chain, and everyone thought that it was a good idea.

You could tell that people were really getting into the touching, for they were not only rubbing backs but also arms and heads, and they were giving big hugs, too. After a while, everyone turned around to give a backrub to the person who had been giving him or her one, and after that we decided to give foot massages to the person behind us.

We were doing this in a common area between the dorms, and other people frequently passed by us. Their reactions were interesting. Some made big circles in order not to get near us. Others were more curious and took a good look as they passed by. Many were sitting around watching us huddled in little groups. We were real open with what we were doing and we welcomed others to join our circle.

About seven people took up our offer. Some of them were also doing Adam; a few weren't on any drug as far as I knew.

After over an hour from when we took he drug, neither I nor my friend had yet got off. This was the first time that he had done any kind of psychoactive drug, and he seemed a little worried about not getting off. Everyone else was concerned and calm about us; they were keeping track of us without pestering us.

I wasn't too bothered. I've tripped on LSD several times and I knew that it sometimes took effect quickly and other times took longer. Nevertheless I thought that if I got up and became active that the drug might take effect more quickly. I left the group and ran around some and I came back to the group.

I returned to the circle, which actually was becoming less and less of a circle. The organization was breaking down, with some people touching the person behind them, others the person in front. Hands would reach across the circle in order to make contact with someone else. Some might find themselves massaging a calf and then ask whose calf they were massaging. Looks of love would be passed across the circle. Facial expressions reflected peace and comfort and pleasure and sheer heavenliness. "I love you," they cried out, soundlessly.

I'm sure that people who were looking on from nearby that this pile of squirming, sighing, and half-naked bodies had every appearance of an orgy. Most of the men had removed their shirts, and everyone's shoes were off for maximum available skin surface. How far would this go? Ile feeling was sensual but not -- at least for me -- sexual. I found myself completely aroused, yet not erect; whereas sexual touching often has the aim of raising the passions and of eventual intercourse, it seemed that touching was an end in itself. There was no idea of trying for gain.

The touching was pure communication. I like you. You are nice. This is fun. You are a human being whose friendship I value. I love you. So much was being said. Indeed, I don't think that this feeling precluded sexual feeling, for at times pairs would leave our circle, presumably to have sex alone. Now, after sharing the experience with others, I realize that it might very well have been that they just wanted to be alone with each other.

I stood up, and as soon as I did it became very clear that I was quite under the influence of the drug. As I stood, I shook a little, and I realized that everything felt differently. I was surprised because it wasn't like acid at all. There were no hallucinations nor was my mind scrambling from one thought to another. There was just this constant blissfulness, and a compassion for others. if everything looks different on LSD, then everything feels different on Adam. Not only does it effect the sense of touch, but is also effects the emotions, the yearnings, the feelings.

Two members of the group were hugging each other and I came up and started hugging them both. A couple of days ago I had been in one of their rooms, talking to her. She was down in spirits and as I left, I decided to give her a hug. I told her how hard it had been for me to do that, and how natural it was for me to do that now. I wanted to do that more often, I told her.

Everyone seemed to be telling others things that they had wanted to say for ages, yet never had the courage to spit out. One of them told me and another friend that of all the new students we were the two that he wanted to get to know. How nice to be told this. Another guy told his girlfriend that she was the first girl he had ever had romantic feelings for. The way he said this made it seem that he had been wanting to say this for a long time.

What was most unusual was that these deepest feelings were being expressed in public. It didn't matter if other people whom you didn't even know overheard. Indeed it was because of this that I heard all that I did.

Three of us stood there, hugging each other, massaging each others' backs, swaying. I was purring like a cat, constantly, and had been for some time. Faces lit up and eyes looked like stars. I kissed one member, lovingly and carefully, without lust. Wonderful. Then I kissed another man. The same. Not lovers' kisses, full of desire. Not mothers' kisses, clean and distant.

That's the first time I had ever kissed a male other than my father. Strange. I never felt even the slightest inclination to do so before. And it was so natural. Is love transitive? Does my love for the woman combined with her love for this man make me love him?

Could I have sexual relations with this man? Something I had never even conceived of before now loomed before me as a skitting possibility. How do I react to this possibility? Shortly afterward, I got into a conversation with someone who told me that the first time he did Adam he wound up in bed with his roommate. I saw how that could happen.

Another guy who had not taken the drug but who had been with us for some time came to me and started hugging me and rubbing me all over. Something was very strange, though. His hand was slowly inching towards my genitals. I twisted to prevent this and he continued working on me and he started going for me again. We repeated this several times. I really liked him touching me, but it seemed to me that he wanted something out of me and that made me uncomfortable. I didn't know him all that well, anyway.

It interested me that I had kissed a man but that I had really wanted to avoid this guy entirely. Then I realized that what had offended me about him was not that he was male but that he was being grasping and insensitive. If he had been on Adam he would have realized that I didn't want to fool around with him. I think he misunderstood the effects of the drug. He saw that we were being very physical and sensual, and thought that we were being sexual, too. Or perhaps he was just hot for cock and was trying to take advantage of our condition. I later heard that he had made advances to many others.

During the days that followed I made great efforts to see the others I had done Adam with, hoping that what we had wasn't all gone. Oh, don't let it be a dream. I was especially eager to see my special friend, and after being unable to get in contact with her for a couple of days, I found myself getting very depressed. I longed for her.

It has been a week now since our Adam experience, and we have all gotten together several times. We've retained our ability to touch one another, by and large, and we have had massage parties of sorts at times. I've been able to hug other people much more easily and with fewer second thoughts than before. If I see someone I like and who is open, I give him or her a hug. I've realized how much all people like this kind of communication, despite their lack of any reaction, so long as they don't think that I'm hugging them in order to get something out of them. If one expects them to do anything in return, even something as little as hugging you back, then one is making a demand on them and they may feel uncomfortable.

I've found myself with much less sexual desire than before. It's as though the non-sexual touching has been an outlet for my sexual energies. This is a grand improvement, for I've found myself repeatedly driven to do things that I later regretted because of my sexual desire. Sex has also dominated my thoughts, and now I'm free to attend to things that I think are more important.