I'd been to plenty of festivals before. I love the music, the friendships, the dancing and the drugs. Not to mention all the other weird shit that goes on at festivals like laughing at stoners who don't know which way is up or seeing musicians mobbed in the crowds, Or hanging out with artists and their bizarre installations made of garbage and body fluids. Or watching sex orgies in the mud and even joining in! For all the festivals I'd been to - this one really took the cake.
I'd gone as part of our gang of six: A tight group made up of myself along with three guys and two other girls in my college year who loved music, dancing and raving at outdoor music festivals.
Our gang was into fun times and nothing provides an atmosphere and opportunity for fun quite like a festival. We even called our online chat group Sex Fiends-our own little word play on six friends. And we'd all fucked each other at some point or another. Personally, I love sex - especially diverse sex. Our gang was from all different backgrounds and races, giving me access to an array of new and interesting people to fuck. Tall guys, short guys, all the races. Rich or poor, big cocks, small cocks, even girls with no cocks. Age, body type - You won't see me discriminate because I was happy to experience it all!
We'd see what this festival had in store, but I was hoping to get laid at least once. Being me, I'd be on the lookout for something new. Mentally I kept a note of all the types of guys I've managed to fuck so far. If you ask me, a big part of the thrill of a festival is looking for someone new and different to conquer. My gang knew that I felt this way, and had taken to calling me the catholic slut -- not related to religion, but meaning I had catholic tastes in sex. I didn't care about the nickname, in fact I reveled in it!
We arrived at the three-day festival on the first day. Summer festivals were always the best, and the warm afternoon fostered our lethargic approach to setting up camp. A hazy sky and radiant sunlight were just the recipe for a slow start with lots of socializing, chatting and catching up after the long drive in a crowded car.
The festival took place on an enormous property, fenced off by high mesh barricades. Although it was a music festival, the 3-day event offered a program containing a wide variety of activities for those who were looking for more than just the dance scene.The stage setup took up half the arena, and had 3 separate stages with acts alternating between them. A massive tent, complete with a bar was situated in one corner, and a food alley stretched out alongside the bar, feeding into stalls of miscellaneous vendors. There were tents for everything from tattoos and piercings, to shops selling festival-wear, even a shop for vaping paraphernalia. There was even a massage tent.
The opposite side of the property was held as a reservation for camping. Beside that was a small woodland, sparsely treed with tall pines - adding to the atmosphere. Rock music, pop, rap and alternative blared continuously from about 10 in the morning until the late hours of the night, and the bar stayed open until the stages closed. The site was rocking non-stop with crowds all in various stages of inebriation and drug influence.
In the middle of the festival was a large field for hanging out, so you could chill or just view the stages from a distance and get some room to breathe. Artists wandered at large through the crowds, and anywhere you looked you could spot acts like jugglers or sword swallowers. There were more bizarre acts too: a bikini-clad woman in a cage carried by two burly guys in gimp outfits, a pair of camp guys in mardi-gras costumes parading proudly, their ass cheeks on full display, and a redheaded woman who literally had hair on fire - courtesy of some contraption that held a firepit woven into the locks of her crown. I don't even know how that got approved.
Then, there was security. An array of stone-faced heavies in gray uniforms who easily stood out from the crowd. Sober faces and an even more sober attitude. Some stood like statues around key landmarks which included the fence lines, the stage, and the bar. Others roamed the parklands, and a few of them handled sniffer dogs. The authorities had obviously been happy to outsource the policing operations to a private security firm this year. Who could blame them?
We'd set up our tents in the heat of the afternoon sun, surrounded by our camping chairs and a collapsible table, which was crowded with various drinks and snacks. My friends were settling down after the effort of raising tents, unpacking, and configuring sleeping arrangements. Conflicting bass from different stages thumped loudly in the background. I slumped back in my chair with a can of beer when I sensed a presence behind me. My friend Leroy blew a plume of smoke across the top of my head before reaching around offering me the stub of a joint. I smiled, ready to relax, and pulled his hand toward my mouth, inhaling the weed and leaving the stub in Leroy's fingers. The smoke filled my chest and my lungs held fast. I could feel the goodness seeping through my lungs and into my very being. Hold - Hold - and Exhale. Damn. That was good. Almost straight away I felt a mild rush to the head and a soothing sensation throughout my body. I turned to see Leroy finish the joint and flick away the roach.
My friend Prisha settled into a chair in the circle and asked me, "So, what kinda guy are you looking for tonight?". The gang perked up,eager to pay attention as she continued her question, "Black, White, Asian, Dwarf, Amputee?"
I rolled my eyes, responding, "Whatever I can find Prisha. Won't know it 'til I see it."
"Well that doesn't help us to find someone for you - I thought you might have a shopping list!", she retorted, reaching into her pocket for her cigarette pack. She dug her forefinger deep into the box and retrieved a colorful, stamp sized tab.
"Here, maybe this will help", she stated as she passed over a tab of LSD, which I grabbed readily.
I folded the tab into half, then in half again, Unfolding it and tearing out a quarter, I popped it onto my tongue and started to feel my saliva dissolve the coating.
"Thanks", I said, closing my eyes, eager for the LSD to take effect. I love acid. I love to feel my altered mind in its elevated state while I dance, grind in a crowd or while I am fucking. Every trip is a different journey, but the experience always involves my senses merging and melding together, becoming a part of my surroundings. I would be able to hear the colors, to feel the smells, and to see the music. All in a hazy state of mild confusion, not really knowing what was real and what was a figment of my influenced imagination.
Fifteen minutes later, everyone had finalized their setup. The gang was kicking back in a circle around our refreshments table. Mike and Leroy sat across from me, listing the best bands in tonight's lineup and dictating our schedule for the evening. The rest of us were just absorbing the rush from the drugs that just started to hit as Mike's words washed over us. Trina was reading her phone in the chair to my right and Chao was on my left, gazing up to the sky.
I was delighted in the taste and smell of my cold beer. As the iciness struck my tongue, I discerned flashes of yellow light in my periphery and knew that my trip had started to kick in. Thanks, Prisha.
The grass rustled behind me with a mixture of soft and heavy footsteps, causing Mike to pause mid-sentence to say, "Hello".
A woman's gruff voice projected behind me, "Hello people. Just doing a security check. Is everyone safe here?"
I craned my neck to see a short but muscular, middle aged woman in a familiar gray security uniform. A serious face probed us from below the peak of her cap. Her shirt was buttoned high and her chest filled it out nicely, with the security patch sitting directly over her left nipple.
Around her waist was a black utility belt, which held a myriad of instruments. A radio, pepper spray, and a few items I couldn't identify, but I guessed that they would include a baton and notepad. I wondered if there was a gun holstered on her opposite hip? I shuffled in my chair to better face the woman and my eyes followed the line of her long-sleeved shirt. Her left hand was wrapped with the end of a brown leather dog leash.
What the fuck?
At the end of the leash wasn't a dog, but a man - naked and crawling on his hands and knees. He was a good looking guy. Really good looking. Dark hair cut short, and a slight stubble of facial hair accenting an angular jaw. He had purposeful brows offsetting deep brown eyes. His body was captured in the straps of a snug harness that fitted over his shoulders and passed around his chest. The harness fastened to a steel ring between his shoulderblades, and the woman held the leash tight, leaving no slack at all. His body was tanned, with rugged chest hair and a faint covering of body hair over his arms, shoulders and the small of his back. Apart from the harness, he was stark naked, displaying his cock hanging low between his legs. He looked from me, to the gang, then at the ground before looking back at me.
"Everyone behaving themselves?" asked the woman, approaching closer with the man-dog held close to her side. She eyeballed each of us, walking up between Trina and me. The man-dog stood directly beside my chair and I could hear his quick breath and see the tongue falling from his open mouth. He was doing an excellent job of replicating the mannerisms of a real dog. The woman seemed interested in the table of drinks, shifting her head around in an animated way as she tried to take in everything on the table. "Having a few drinks, are we?"
"Yep", replied Mike. Everyone else remained silent. You never knew how to take security, if that's even what she was. Sometimes they'd be friendly, to the point of joining into the festival themselves - yet at other events they'd be thugs who seemed to hold a grudge at being exposed to music and crowds of people that they hated.
"Hello doggy", I said and reached out a hand to pat the man on the head. I hoped this might ease some of the mounting tension.
