I was at a concert I had no right being at. I couldn't pick out Marilyn Manson in a line up, we were going to see Korn next and I can't say I've ever heard one of their songs. The tickets were expensive, but at least it wasn't my money. My friend Mary, a Librarian with a love of cats and crochet also has an affinity for what I would call "boy music" and enough extra income to bribe a fun loving friend like me, with free tickets. I really came just cause I knew there would be new people to meet and beer to be drank.
Mary was having a lovely time listening to what sounded like screaming and noise to me, but I took every opportunity to run away and meet strangers. I was waiting in line for my 4th beer and the couple in front of me was gorgeous. Maybe my age, maybe younger, my eyes don't know I'm 30 now. She smiled at me, so I complimented her tan. I do appreciate a good tan. She was wearing a crocheted top like a hippy and I knew they'd be fun to talk to. She started into a story about the British virgin islands where she acquired her glow and her handsome fella joined in and a conversation began. They too seemed to be there for the party not the music and I invited myself to be their new friend.
She found opportunities to touch my hair and he ushered us both through the crowd by a hand on our lower backs. I sensed they might be fun to "play" with, and started brainstorming ways to leave without Mary, who had driven me there. Beside a stage where no one was playing, we sat down and he pulled out a blunt that I was happy to the help them smoke. It was from there that I spotted Kyle, the guy I was currently dating. We used to fool around in high school, in fact he was my first, but I'd moved away for 10 years and now that I was back in town we were giving it another go.
Its funny, when I see him from a distance, its not his height or his think blond hair or his silhouette that I recognize, its the way he moves. He has a certain way of walking and I have recognized him from behind many times without even seeing his face. Up close its the way he smells that makes me all nostalgic.
Anyway, I saw him from a distance and I knew it was him even though he was walking away from me with a girl. He was walking behind a beer tent with her and without a thought that I might not be welcome, I excused myself to go say hello. I wove through the crowd and rounded the tent to find him. When I rounded the corner, she had her back against a tent pole and he stood seductively close to her. She was short and blond and thin, the type he always finds, I was always the only exception. I'm 5'8" which some men find intimidatingly tall and I may be blond, but it's more of a strawberry blond than a platinum. I'm not thin, but years of yoga and outdoor activities has left me tan and fit.
Back to this girl, she was wearing something I would describe as halfway between hipster and goth, black and lacy with a short patterned skirt. I realized then that either she was already his or he hoped to have her and I froze. I slunk back in the shadows to watch and wonder how that made me feel. We had only slept together once since I moved back and we did not discuss any level of exclusiveness. I considered jealousy, but I also felt butterflies in my stomach instantly and a sudden craving for his nudity. I decided just to watch as long as I could.
He was playing with the ends of her hair and running his fingers over the length of her arm. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but judging from all the giggles, it must have been charming. I watched as he put his hand on her cheek and turned her face upward and leaned down to kiss her. I felt a jolt through my insides, but I couldn't look away. She raised her hands to his chest and the kiss seemed to last for hours as I watched. He had his hand up her shirt and on her breasts almost immediately. She arched her back in pleasure, but she seemed to push him back a little and he broke the kiss. It looked like she wasn't happy, and I could see that they were both talking, but I couldn't hear the words. She walked away and he stayed, shaking his head. I thought now would be my best chance to swoop in.
I practically ran up behind him, as quiet as I could. I was high and drunk, I don't know how I managed to be so stealthy, but I had half a second to compose myself before I tapped him on the shoulder and he spun around to face me. His eyes are so expressive, I could see a little disappointment from his failed lover, a little fear from being snuck up on, and just plan old shock as I'm sure he wondered how much I saw.
I threw myself at him and wrapped my arms around him and whispered into his ear, "she was pretty..."
He pushed me back far enough to see my face, but I was smiling and flirty. "Did you just meet her here? I didn't even know you'd be here. Did she turn you down?"
He shrugged his shoulders and said "apparently she's here with her fiancΓ©, so she left. How much did you see? Should I feel bad?"
I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. I was so turned on watching that mystery girl trying to pretend she wasn't dying to fuck him. I said so, and he squeezed me against his chest. I could feel his erection through his jeans with my body pressed against him.
I felt his hands move over my hips and ass and back and chest and I wanted so bad to have his dick in my throat, but we were in too public a place!