Tidewater, Virginia has a music fest every year. This year was going to be especially good, too. A couple of my favorite bands were going to be there, and my hunky friend from college had talked me into driving down from D.C. by waving lawn tickets in front of me. I was hooked, so I buckled and made the trip.
I made it to Dave's place, and after a couple bear hugs, we piled into his truck and headed down to the festival. Dave was my college buddy; we'd spent late nights cramming for finals, drunken nights singing on the quad, the whole nine yards. After graduation, I'd moved to D.C. for work, and Dave had moved to the Tidewater area with a girlfriend. In college, Dave was a cute guy that never lacked for a date or a one-night stand. He lifted weights and worked out regularly, and it showed. Dave was chiseled and muscled; looking hot was easy for him.
We made it to the venue, and made our way through the crowd to get some drinks. Finding a spot on the lawn with a good view, we caught up on what'd been going on with each other since the last time we'd hung out. The next band was coming on and starting their set, and Dave and I were lounging side by side on the lawn. Stretched out next to Dave, the band Buck Cherry launched into their song "Crazy Bitch". Mid way through the song, the lead singer started talking about the type of woman that inspired the main character of the song. Dave leaned over to my ear and asked me if I did any of the things that he was talking about. Such things like playing with guys' balls while he was fucking from behind. I gave Dave one of my 'wouldn't you like to know' smiles, and went back to paying attention to the band. He did it again, whispering in my ear, sending shivers down my back. I started wondering if everything I'd heard about sex with Dave was true.