Cherry red hair, dark eye makeup, a short skirt, chucks and a skimpy black tank top. She looked amazing. Even in this crowd of hundreds of people, she stood out. She looked nothing short of immaculate. The concert floor was crowded but the only person of any interest to Will was the girl with the red hair.
Will found himself making his way closer to her with out any plan as to what he might say when he got next to her. Hell, even if he knew what he was going to say, it was going to be tough for her to hear him over the music. Never the less, he wasn't leaving without at least trying to talk to her.
Eventually he managed weave through the crowd and make his way to her side. However he still couldn't think of anything to say. He hoped he could think of something before the end of the song, so he could say it in the brief moment of quiet.
Then the song ended and he still hadn't thought of anything.
She surprised him by looking up and smiling at him and speaking first. "What's up?" She asked.
She? She didn't sound like a she.
Will chuckled awkwardly. "Nothing, what's up with you? I have to be honest I didn't really have a plan before I approached you."
She giggled a bit. "Well feel free to hang around while you're thinking up a pick up line." Judging by her voice Will wasn't all too sure at all that she was a she, but that certainly didn't change anything.
Then a voice came from behind him. "Dude, move to the side." Will looked behind him so see a shorter, very angry looking man. "You just cut in front of me bro."
"Sorry." Will mumbled.
Then the ambiguously gendered individual spoke up. "Stand behind me." They said.
They grabbed his hand and tugged him into place behind her. They then looked back at him with a smile. "Don't block their view, you're being rude."
He happily fell in behind her as the next song began. As the room got loud again, she took a step back, so that she was just inches away from him. He had to resist the urge to step forward and press himself into her, them, him or whichever. He made a mental note to ask when he got the chance
As the music began she started to move to the best, and Will couldn't resist watching her ass away back and forth in front of him as she danced. He felt himself getting hard in his jeans as he watched her, practically ignoring the concert.
Eventually the song came to an end, and as the music quieted, he took that opportunity to ask her
"Hey what are your pronouns?"
She looked back at him and smiled. "She/her for tonight. It changes though. I don't have much of a preference."
"Fair enough. What's your name?"
She smiled again. "I haven't decided yet."
She stepped back against him, pressing her ass into the half mast tent in Will's pants. "Get closer, it's crowded in here." She told him.
Will froze for a moment. He knew she could probably feel his excitement and he wondered how she'd react to it.
"Feels like someone's really enjoying the concert." She quipped.
"Sorry." He muttered
The music started to pick back up again and she shouted over the noise. "Don't be."
She resumed her swaying her moved back and forth, and side to side. All the while brushing over the front of his pants, bringing his erection up to full mast.
He reached forward and placed his hands on her hips. He resisted the urge to pull her against him tighter, for now at least.
A few times. Seemingly at random, she bucked her hips back into him harder than usual. He gasped in delight and surprise each time.
Then she snaked her arms up and behind her and around his neck. She looked up at him through her bangs and ground her ass into his hard on.
Will had not completely forgotten about the concert he had come to see. He moved his hands over her stomach and pulled her against him tighter. He could feel her navel piercing beneath his hands.
"I like your piercing." He shouted over the music.
"Thanks. If think that's cool you should see my nipples." She shouted back.
"Is that an invitation?"
She smiled and pressed herself against his boner. "Maybe."
Slowly, he started driving her hands up closer to her chest.
With a smirk, she pulled his hands back down to her tummy. "Not yet." She told him.
She then bucked her hips back into him more aggressively. Then she grabbed the back of his head, pulled his face in close, and kissed him hard on the mouth. He kissed back and pulled her against him tighter.
She then parted her lips and gently snaked her tongue into his mouth. He welcomed her tongue and began to massage it with his own. All the while the two kept grinding into each other.
As they made out, and practically dry humped, he let his left hand begin to dip down to her belt. When she didn't protest, he let his hand drift further south. And it was then that he noticed something.
She had a hard on. An absolutely throbbing tent in her skirt that rivaled the size of the one in his own jeans.
He broke the kiss in surprise and looked down at her wide eyed.
"Is that a problem?" She asked over the music.
He grinned. "Fuck no."
She grinned back. "Good." She then mashed her lips against his again and the continued.
He then began to stroke her through her skirt. He wrapped his fist around her, and he was pretty sure she wasn't wearing underwear, and that she skirt was the only thing separating his hand from her dick. He squeezed her cock tight in his fist and wondered if she'd let him stroke it under her skirt.
The music continues to pound. They continued to make out. They continued to grind and hump into each other. He continued to stroke her cock through her skirt.
