Danny was shirtless when I arrived at his house - still undecided on whether to wear a blue or white tank top to the concert. He was hot in every sense of the word. He was 6'2" and ripped from head to toe, the result of playing hockey his whole life. I was always jealous of him.
My body, on the other hand, refused to grow taller than 5'8". And while I'm in good shape thanks to years of baseball and swimming, I was never able to bulk up the way Danny has.
He ended up going with the blue tank top once I handed him the blue bandana that I had with me. I brought it to keep my own options open, but thanks to Danny, I was left with the red bandana to go with my red t-shirt. It seemed like Danny was always making decisions for me, though most of which I didn't have a problem with.
"We're gonna pick up girls today," he told me as he headed into the bathroom to finish getting ready.
See? It wasn't all bad when he made decisions.
"I need to get laid soon," he added. It had been six months since he last had sex and he was being super dramatic about it.
You would think he had a life-threatening illness and was being denied a cure. I never understood how he had trouble finding girls, but the truth is he has no game. As a result, it was up to me to be his wingman, something which I was more than up to the task for.
Suddenly, Danny stormed out of the bathroom. "Bianca! Get your shit out of the bathroom!"
Curious, I peeked my head inside. Danny's sister, Bianca, had left a set of matching red underwear on the floor - a lace bra and thong. Bianca was sexy as hell and the sight of her panties on the floor was turning me on. I made sure to step away before Danny caught me looking. He knew that I thought his sister was hot - which he hated - and I figured it was best not to piss him off before I had to spend the whole day with him. After Bianca retrieved her underwear off the floor (I did my best not to look), Danny was able to finish getting ready and we were able to leave.
Governor's Island, the tiny patch of land off Manhattan, was packed with people from front to back, many of them half-naked, incredibly sexy girls. For Danny and I, two good looking young men looking to score, the odds were definitely in our favor. Of course, I didn't care too much whether I got lucky or not, but Danny was desperate for some action and I promised to do my best as wingman. We weren't yet 21, which meant I had to make due on my natural charm alone instead of with the help of liquid courage.
We posted up against the railing towards the back of the crowd, the Manhattan skyscrapers big and erect behind us, just like we hoped to be by the end of the night. This location provided us with a great vantage point to scout for girls, and there was a lot more space to move around in the back of the crowd.
The front of the crowd looked way too congested and it didn't seem like we'd have any room to maneuver. And it wasn't like we couldn't hear the music from all the way back there. There was no shortage of hot girls at the concert, but Danny had a specific type, so that limited our options. He liked short girls, preferably Italian or Latina, and they needed to have a great ass. I never understood how someone that desperate could have such picky standards, but there was nothing I could do about it. So, we waited until a girl matching that description, who was also with another girl, walked by.
Luckily, we didn't have to wait too long. I was leaning against the railing, facing the city, when I felt a hard slap against my arm.
"Liam. The girl with the green outfit," Danny said.
I turned around and spotted her - she was perfect for him. She was about 5'2" with a toned stomach - which I could clearly see being that there was nothing covering it - and an ass that jiggled with every step. She had shiny black hair and olive-colored skin. She was wearing a matching green bikini with green lace criss-crossing down her legs. I heard Danny grunt next to me, clearly mesmerized by the girl walking in front of us. Her friend, who was taller and without much tits or ass, but had a cute face, wasn't too bad, either.
As I said before, Danny didn't have much game, so it was up to me to get the action going. I took out my phone and held it out to the girls just before they were out of reach.
"Do you mind taking a picture of me and my friend?" I asked them. The taller girl was friendly and took our picture, but the girl in green tugged her friend's arm as soon as she was done and started pulling her away.
"It's crazy packed up there," I said, trying to get them to stay. "There's way more room to dance back here."
"Do you want to buy us drinks?" Miss Green asked.
"Sorry, we're not 21," I said.
"That's okay," she said, not looking at us. She grabbed hold of her friend again and they disappeared into the crowd.
"Fucking bitches," Danny grumbled.
"It's fine," I said. "Fuck that noise. You can't be mad because girls want free drinks."
Danny scoffed, knowing I was right. "She was fucking banging, though."
I knew that the hotter the girl, the angrier Danny would be if he got rejected. It was impossible to achieve a 100% success rate, but I was well aware that I needed to step my game up in order to avoid Danny going crazy. I definitely did not want to deal with a horny, angry Danny all night.
Unfortunately, our lack of success continued as we were rejected, ignored or spurned by every pair of girls that we went after. There were a few girls who actually approached us, but they didn't meet Danny's exceptional standards and we had to let them go.
I asked him why he refused to lower his bar and he replied, "There are too many hot girls here for me to settle for someone else."
I countered by saying that the girls who came up to us weren't ugly by any stretch of the imagination, but Danny had a specific type in mind and would not accept anything else.
We decided to make our way closer to the stage - we weren't having any luck in the back, so we figured it couldn't hurt to be at the front of the crowd. We made it all the way to the very front, posting up in the corner between the wall and the railing separating the crowd from the stage.
Everything changed just a few minutes later when we came across Emily and Shannon. Danny was drinking water when a girl came up from behind and tapped him on the shoulder. We both turned around to see two of the sexiest girls we had ever laid our eyes on. The girl who tapped Danny's shoulder - whose name we later learned was Emily - had on tiny, purple spandex shorts that highlighted her fantastic bubble butt. Up top she had two purple stars that covered her nipples and nothing else. Her perky, perfectly round tits bounced freely, and they were magnificent. The other girl - Shannon - wore an American flag bikini that showed off her B-cup breasts and toned ass. She was blonde with pale skin - I thought she was absolutely slamming. The only reason Emily went up to Danny was because she wanted some of his water, but luckily for us, they stayed.
After we exchanged each other's names, Shannon pulls out a plastic bag filled with small tablets. "Want some molly?"
Neither Danny nor I had ever taken molly, and I wasn't too keen on doing so - especially from two random girls at an EDM show - but Danny was in a "fuck it" mood and took some. Not wanting to be the odd man out, I joined in too.
By the time it actually kicked in a few minutes later, the girls were grinding on us hard - Emily on Danny and Shannon on me. Like I said, I had never taken molly before and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was rolling like a mother fucker.
Shannon kept running her hands along my body and it was driving me crazy. I almost threw her down on the sand and fucked her right then and there. I looked over at Danny and Emily, and they were making out and gyrating against each other, so clearly they were in the mindset as I was. Even though I didn't do anything to bring them in, I still felt like I had succeeded as a wingman and I was happy that Danny finally hooked up with a girl.
Everything was going great until the DJs on stage, Sunnery James and Ryan Marciano, brought a pair of dancers onto the stage with them. They were both Latina women dressed in red two-pieces adorned with feathers and all sorts of elaborate accessories. They were both incredibly beautiful women, but the one on our side of the stage - only about 10 feet away from us - was like something out of this world. Her plump, perfectly shaped ass completely swallowed that tiny piece of fabric and her hips moved in the most seductive little circles. To my molly-filled eyes, she was downright angelic. And being so close to her made those feelings so much more intense.
She seemed to have a similar effect on Danny, because he would not stop staring at her. In fact, he stopped dancing with Emily because he was so entranced. It didn't take long for Emily to realize what was up with Danny, and she and Shannon left us pretty quickly. I was pretty angry with Danny at that point because I had a good thing going with Shannon. I had gone from laughing at Danny's horny desperation to being tangled up in blue balls myself.
