Coachella Nights
Starring: Sydney Sweeney
Codes: MMF, Inter, Cons, Oral, Dom, Sub
Author's Note: I know I haven't written in a while, but I thought maybe this creative outlet would help me get unstuck in my day job. I had the idea for this story months ago, back when photos of Sydney Sweeney at Coachella came out. I thought, what better way to tribute to the sexy blonde actress than to give her two big black cocks to play with? Hehe. This is my first story in about five years, so I hope you enjoy this, please let me know what you think. As always, please feel free to message me if you have any ideas.
A special thanks to Cadeauxxx, who indirectly has always been an inspiration for me.
Disclaimer: This is FANTASY. None of this is true, it is a completely fictional story. Please do not copy without my permission. I'm always looking for feedback, feel free to comment below or send me a pm. Also if you have any ideas for future stories, let me know. I'd love to continue writing!
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Indio, California - April 2022
The sun was beaming down at the Empire Polo Club in Indio, California. It was the first day of the annual Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival that brought in crowds in the hundreds of thousands of young people to the desert for a weekend of good music and partying. The late afternoon brought exciting acts to Coachella's many stages, which gave concert goers an opportunity to discover acts they may have not seen before.
One of the groups performing on the first day was Faded Scribe, an R&B duo from Atlanta, Georgia whose members, Rashawn Carter and Terrence Pierre were young, vibrant acts taking the R&B world by storm by bringing a new soulful take on the ever popular genre. Rashawn and Terrence were long-time friends, the two were practically raised in the same household growing up. Luckily landing a record deal, they quickly rose to fame due to their soulful voices and sensual sound. The record deal and recent fame led them to an invite to one of the world's most famous music festivals, Coachella.
Rashawn and Terrence like to call their music, "Baby making music" because it's the type to be put on while two engage in the act of consummating relationships. With influences from Drake, Bryson Tiller, and The Weeknd, one could see why they were a popular hit amongst the younger crowd, ones looking for a new sound that matched their new sexual generation. Faded Scribe was on the rise in the music world, but their relatively unknown status landed them a spot close to the day of the first day of the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival. And as the mid-day heat was beaming down, the duo gave a sizzling performance that surely gave the crowd a lot to be excited about going into the first night of afterparties.
Rashawn was a tall and muscular man, one who looked like he spent a great deal of time in the gym. Standing 6'4, 215 lbs, he towered over his slightly shorter, childhood friend. Terrence by no means was a short man. He stood 5'10, about 180 lbs. He was much more slender, but still fit. Both men donned dark chocolate colored skin, and were black men raised by black families. Both kept their hair short, Rashawn sporting a completely bald look, while Terrence bore a faded haircut with less than an inch of hair on top.
The game plan for the day was simple: go out, perform, come back to the green room, and party until the next day where they would catch a few more acts as the weekend dwindled down. But something happened as they were finishing out their set. They noticed a beautiful blonde in the front row, wearing a white cotton mini dress, dark sunglasses, and a pair of high black cowboy boots. She caught Rashawn's eyes first, and he couldn't help but be enticed.
The blonde was also allured by the duo. She wasn't a fan of Faded Scribe before, but one of her girlfriends was, and suggested to her small group that they should watch the duo perform. The blonde was happily surprised. The music was sensual, soulful, and had a hauntingly beautiful tone. It was the type of music she wanted to chill out to, one she could picture herself listening to on evenings while she chilled at home. Needless to say, if she wasn't a fan before, she was now. Even more so when she locked eyes with Rashawn.
As the two locked eyes, Rashawn started to serenade her, making her feel as if she was the only girl in the crowd. Terrence, noticing his long-time friend eye-fucking one of the concert-goers, decided to just smile and perform to the other side of the crowd. Terrence was much more laid back than Rashawn, who was typically more aggressive in his pursuit of women and would always take the time to flirt when possible. This was no different, as the two were so infatuated with each other, that they didn't stop locking eyes for about 10 minutes.
As Faded Scribe's set came to a close, the duo sang one last song. Typically their most energetic song, it gave the crowd an opportunity to jump around. Rashawn took this opportunity to give his fans some love. Jumping down from the elevated stage, Rashawn took the opportunity to give high fives and selfies to the fans in the front row. He made his way from the far end, opposite of where the blonde was standing, to the other side, where he found his sexy blonde waiting.
She was bent over on the railing, giving Rashawn a great view of her ample cleavage, and had a devilish smile on her face.
"Hey..." she mouthed to Rashawn.
That stopped him dead in his tracks. He paused for a moment to gaze at the beautiful blonde bombshell in front of him. He oogled at her for a second before waking up from his haze. He couldn't hear her because of the earplugs he had in, as well as the loud singing of the crowd. But he could only assume she was talking to him.
Rashawn didn't say anything, and only decided to blow her a kiss and offered his hand so that she could hold it for a second. He then locked eyes again and blew her a kiss, and mimicked himself being pulled away while still holding her hand. He then ran to the side steps so that he could go back to center stage to finish his set.
The song ended, and Rashawn and Terrence took a bow.
"Thank you so much, Coachella!!!" The two said into the mic.
The duo took another bow before starting to walk off stage. As they walked off, Rashawn went to their tour manager, David and interrupted his congratulatory greeting.
"Yo, great job out there, gu-," David started before getting cut off.
"Dave, can you do me a favor?" Rashawn asked him.
"Yeah, what's up?" David responded.
"Did you see that blonde I was having a moment with earlier?" Rashawn said.
David, looking at the crowd, replied, "I think so? The one with the white top?"
"Yeah."
"What's the favor?" David asked.
"Get her backstage, I want to invite her to this party later." Rashawn said.
David chuckled, "You can't contain yourself can you?"
"Hey, I do this so I don't have to work hard." Rashawn replied.
"Alright, man, I'll do this for you." David said as he walked off the side of the stage.
