When I was in my junior year at Oceanview U., my boyfriend Ryosuke and I 'broke up.' Most of the time, he is a good guy, sweet, attentive, but he sometimes gets sidetracked by other women. Even though we were theoretically on a break, we kept on seeing each other. To be honest, I was still a little angry at him, but it seemed like he wanted to get back together. I was doing my best to get over it, to get back to the way we used to be.
One night at the beginning of the summer, Ryosuke suggested we go back to Hernando's, the pub in Oceanview with the bare-as-you-dare contest. It was one of the places we used to hang, and I did know a lot of people there. Our friend Sven was there, Mr. Party himself, the tall blonde guy with wide shoulders. Sven was excited to see us actually. There was this big electronic dance music festival coming up, and he was looking for people to go with.
It did sound like fun. It was going to be in a big outdoor park not far from Oceanview on a grassy peninsula that juts out into the Pacific. According to Sven, all these famous bands and DJs were coming. I don't know that much about music, but I'd met a couple of Japanese DJs at the Japanese Student Union. One of them had tried to teach me the difference between house, techno, trance and all that, so I'd been listening to some of the music. It does have an uplifting good time feel to it. Sounded good to me anyway.
Ryosuke was keen, and these two other guys Margas and Gus had already told Sven they'd come. Margas looks East Indian, but I swear he is always on the make, hitting on me or almost any other girl he meets. I don't know how successful he is, but one girl I know says he calls her a lot. Gus is tall, slim, from a small town in Kansas or somewhere, so he's a bit more countrified, but he is nice enough to me anyway.
I wanted some girls to go, so I wouldn't be the only one. My best friend Satomi begged off, saying she had some big assignment coming up. Asuna was doing her own thing, and Debbie didn't really say anything when I told her about it. Sven used to bring a girl with him when we went clubbing, but she was away, so it ended up being just me and the four guys—Ryosuke, Sven, Margas and Gus.
Anyway, soon, the day of the concert rolled around. My host family, Loretta and them weren't home, so I put on some EDM to get into the spirit while I got ready. I felt good—I don't know, happy, giddy, looking forward to getting out and doing some stuff with Ryosuke and them. It was warm and sunny, so I dressed light: sandals, sunglasses, cream-colored cargo shorts, a red bandana on my head tied like a hat and this yellow and green crop top with a picture of the sun on the front. I wore a white lace bra, but no panties. Looking back, I guess I should have worn some panties, but it was hot out, and I didn't think I'd need them. I have to admit it is a bit of a buzz wandering around with no panties on. The inseam rubs against my you-know-where, and it makes me feel sexy even if people can't tell.
Anyway, just as I was rubbing on sun block, I heard the door bell ring. It was Ryosuke. He looked good too in sagging red pants and a blue shirt with a couple buttons undone. He gave me a big smile and a kiss. (OK, so maybe we're not that broken up). I grabbed my purse, locked the door, and scurried down to Gus' car. Sven was sitting in the front next to Gus, and Margas was in the back. Single or not, I think all of them were pretty happy to have me there, the one girl in their posse of guys.
On the ride there, Sven told us what bands were coming. I don't really know them. Sergeant Laser? Chimney Sweepers? David Ghetto? Anyway, big names apparently for people who know that world. Ryosuke didn't know them either, but we were curious to see what they'd be like.
The festival grounds were great—this park with big fields of green grass and trees. Everyone there seemed to be in such a good mood, dancing, drinking, whooping it up. Ryosuke held me in his arms, and we both clapped, and cheered the band on. Now and then, Sven would lean over, and share some background about each act.
There was more than one stage, so you could wander from band shell to band shell checking out the different acts. For the first little while, we just roamed around, listening to the bands, trying to decide which one we liked best. The music was cool—big room, tropical, electro house, "dirty Dutch bangers," Sven told us. We found this one band who were really playing up a storm. Everyone in the audience was on their feet, hands in the air, bouncing around, really getting into it. Margas went into the crowd trying to see, and the rest of us followed. I started dancing, and Sven joined in, rotating his biceps like a Chippendale stripper.
I was kind of hoping Ryosuke would dance with me, but something else had caught his eye. I followed his line of sight to see what it was. It seemed like he was checking out these three girls standing up in the bleachers to our right. Two of them looked Asian. They were wearing crop tops like me, but the American girl, a big brunette, had on a black camisole. Some of the other guys seemed to be staring at them too. I wonder why.
Then she did it. The American girl squealed, and pulled up her camisole, flashing her breasts at the band! I was so shocked! She had quite large breasts, and she seemed to be getting a real kick out of showing them off. At first, I was surprised because there were, like, thousands of people here, and everyone could see her, but the girl herself was loving it. I soon realized that there were other girls flashing their breasts too. It seemed to be a thing... with this band maybe... or at the festival generally? I guess the singer was kind of sexy—spiky hair, pasty skin, but a certain raw appeal.
Ryosuke noticed me gawking at the flashers, and grinned, motioning that I should flash my breasts too. I wasn't so sure at first. I guess it was no big deal—a lot of girls were doing it—but it would be kind of embarrassing to show my tits with Sven, Margas and them looking on. Maybe Sven would be OK, but Margas was always ogling my body even as it was. I guess it was good that he thinks I'm sexy, but if I flash, he might get the wrong idea, thinking I'm easy or something.
Ryosuke kept nudging me though. I felt uneasy, but anyway, I gritted my teeth, and reached up inside my crop top trying to figure out how this would work. My bra was actually pretty tight, so I didn't know if I could pull it up without undoing it. I found the straps, but they were pretty snug. I looked around wondering if I should risk undoing my bra right here in the middle of all these people.
Sven was looking at the stage, smiling. Had he overheard? Gus and Margas were gazing off in the other direction, probably at some girl. I kept on dancing, but slowly, moved my hands around to my back, reaching up for the hook in my bra strap. That particular bra is kind of hard to undo, so I struggled with it, but finally got it open. I squatted down, still trying to do this without setting people off. Ryosuke was beaming by then, lifting his eyebrows in anticipation. I still wasn't sure if I should do it, but I was glad Ryosuke seemed so eager.
I hid behind Ryosuke, and pulled my arms into the crop top sleeves, so I could get the bra straps off my shoulders. I slipped out of my bra, and stuffed it in my bag, but Sven was looking at me now. The cotton of my crop top was thick enough that I don't think you could see my nipples, but Sven looked pretty surprised that I'd taken off my bra. He'd been there for the bare-as-you-dare contest, and saw me commando, but I think he still thought of me as a 'good girl' even then.
I just stood there for a while waiting for Sven to stop looking at me. He eventually turned away. Seizing my chance, I yelled out,
"Woohoo!" and lifted my top exposing my breasts. It felt great actually, the breeze, the freedom, the thrill of actually doing it. Some guys turned this way, crying,
"Whoa!" but actually, I seemed to be like the only one who thought this was completely outrageous. I mean Ryosuke looked pretty tickled, and Sven had turned back this way, but Margas hadn't even noticed! Pretty soon, some other guys started nudging their friends to look at me, so I pulled my crop top back down, covering up. Ryosuke smiled, and whispered,
"Nice one!"
I blushed, a bit embarrassed. Word was spreading though. More and more guys started pointing me out.
That particular band wrapped up their set. I was all revved up now, vaguely thinking of flashing again, but they were done before I could. I felt a bit torn, embarrassed, sure, but charged up and hungry, ready for more.
Sven led us off in search of another band. I don't think Margas nor Gus saw when I flashed, but they were glancing around, wondering what the hubbub was about. Ryosuke pulled me closer, giving me a hug for my bravery. I was glad he appreciated the chance I'd taken.
As we walked around, hunky guys and cute girls would smile at us. I kept wondering if they'd seen me flash, but probably they were just high on the music, enjoying the festival.
Anyway, we wandered around some more, and eventually, found another band we liked. They were pretty hot too, electric. We pushed our way through the crowd, trying to get closer to the stage this time.
Once we'd found a decent spot, I noticed a girl being lifted up. At first, I thought they were trying to help her see, but once up, the girl would stretch out on this sea of hands letting everyone carry her.
"Crowd surfing," Sven explained. I guess I'd seen this kind of thing on the net or somewhere.
Ryosuke looked over at me, and motioned that I should try. It was true that I was kind of antsy, looking to do something, but I didn't know if I should risk trying something so dangerous. My bra was still in my purse, and I hadn't even brought undies. Sven though was super keen.
"Yeah, Emi! You've got to try!"
I laughed, and tried to get them to stop, but Gus and Margas said they'd help. They all wanted me to try.
Ryosuke took my purse, and Sven kneeled down to give me a boost up. I put my hand on his big shoulders, and soon up I went, floating above the crowd on this sea of hands. Honestly, it felt so weird. All these different guys had their hands on my back, my thighs, my bottom. Even the hands of the guys who weren't trying to grope me still felt kinky, like getting an all over body massage. I tried to stay calm, but it was kind of exciting.
It was hard to balance though, and soon, I fell back down. I tried to tell them to stop, but Sven and them all insisted that they were starting to get the hang of it, so Sven gave me a boost, and up I went. I threw my arms up in the air, joking around, pretending like I was flying.
Just as I was starting to enjoy it, I started to feel someone tugging on my cargo shorts. I was pretty aware of my body as it was, what with them touching me all over. I looked down, trying to see who it was, but it was hard to tell. I don't think it was Ryosuke. There were other guys not part of our group who had joined in to help, so maybe it was one of them.
