Music Festival Friends
You know how at music festivals you get to enjoy some groups you love and sample some groups you would've never considered? Let's start there.
Ray was a friend from work who was a mutual fan of "Band Name Here." (I'm going to keep real names out of this tale because I don't want to poison the well.) When the "Americana Pop Countryfest" announced their tour dates, the next work day I tracked Ray down and told him about the show. "Band Name Here" or BNH, wasn't the headliner. The top act was Country Music Legend Who Always Delivers.
Ray was thrilled, "That line-up is awesome! Jennifer and I were hoping they would do a show in the area but walking distance?!"
"That's Right! You guys live right there! Do you want to get seats together?"
This was a bit impulsive on my part because I'd only met Jennifer when Ray had dragged her along on work get-togethers. I really didn't know either of them very well. Ray was a cool guy, hard worker, good looking and funny to talk to. Jennifer was in finance, super attractive petite redhead, and she liked to do shots. They both were fans of BNH so we had that in common.
I liked them but I didn't know them well. And committing to a 7-hour festival show...well I immediately felt like 'what the hell am I saying?' But Ray was like, "Man, let me run it by Jen. I think the call we need to make now is 'do we spring for pavilion or chill on the lawn.' Let's talk tonight."
2 months later I was ringing in to the call box at Ray and Jen's parking garage. We got pavilion seats because of the brutal Texas sun and had agreed that I should park at their place. We would pre-game at their apartment and take an Uber to the show. Jen buzzed me in and met me at the door. She was wearing short cut offs, a checked shirt tied up to show her flat belly, and hiking boots. She looked like mini-ginger-Daisy Duke and she made some joke to that effect while we went inside. As I followed her upstairs trying not to stare at that little bubble butt I thought, "Ray is a lucky man."
When we got to the apartment Ray was on the balcony. "Jerry, put that beer in the fridge and step right up for a bong hit!" I really liked the way this was going. We smoked, chatted, drank some beer.
"Are you sure its ok if I crash on your sofa? I'm not sure if I'll have to. But I had to swear I wouldn't drive back to the burbs if I was buzzed after the show." My wife has no physical or romantic interest in me. But for some reason she wants me to stay alive and out of jail.
"Sure dude. Right Jen?"
"If your wife doesn't want to have any fun at least she's letting you live a little. Relax and enjoy yourself. Mi sofa es tu sofa! But I won't make any promises about breakfast." Jen did seem to have a carefree attitude every other occasion we had met up with co-workers.
"Jerry, Bro, we're going to see BNH! Let's get going." Ray ordered the Uber and we were off.
The show far surpassed all of our expectations. Several of the afternoon acts were upbeat and got us amped up for the headliners. It was a long day but excellent music with great company.
Jen was totally cool and outrageously attractive. She and Ray were very affectionate but not in a way that was annoying. It was actually pleasant to see two people who clearly loved and desired each other.
One of the groups was kinda hip-hop and Jen started twerking. "Come on boys! I want to see you working those asses!" So Ray and I obliged the lady. First she stepped up behind Ray and started grinding and smacking his ass. I struggled to contain my excitement as she pressed up against my ass next and started grinding. We all started laughing which was a good thing. Lots of guys would've freaked seeing their wives grinding their friend's ass, but Ray and Jen were too fun for that foolishness. The bands were great. But we were all really enjoying the breaks between acts as well. Between the food trucks and overpriced beer, I was getting to know them. And I liked them a lot.
Country Music Legend closed out the festival in excellent form after an amazing (far too short) set by BHM. And we started the walk back to their apartment. It was less than a mile through an entertainment district that was already busy with the regular Saturday night crowd.
The first bar we came to Jen ran up ahead to the door. "Come on boys. I'm sick of giant beers. Time for some shots!"
She insisted we start with Patron. We paid up and continued our trek until we reached another decent looking bar. "You know. You don't start with the best and work your way down to junk. I think we better just stick with Patron." Neither Ray or I could argue with Jen's logic.
And so began our pub crawl. We did manage to get some heavy apps and water in at couple of places along the way. But eventually we were across the street from their building.
Ray said, "We could get another round but we do have alcohol that's already paid for upstairs."
"And WEED! You don't fool me for a minute," said Jen. We all laughed. We had all hit a joint someone passed down the aisle during Country Music Legend but that was just a puff.
So we settled up and went upstairs.
While Ray and I smoked-out on the balcony Jen said she wanted to rinse the dust off. She wasn't gone long, and walked out wearing the same clothes but minus the hiking boots.
I thought it was odd she hadn't just put on a tee shirt and sweats. But I was glad she hadn't because her outfit had me hot and bothered all day long. She didn't tie up the blouse but she did button it low enough to see that she had ditched the bra now. Her breasts were amazing and natural. I felt my dick twinge as she walked out with beers for us and gave Ray a peck on the cheek. Ray is a lucky, LUCKY, man.
We were feeling a little cooked. Ray and I left our shoes on the balcony to air out. Then went inside and sat on the sofa that would eventually be my bed for the night. Jen sat in the middle of us and we laughed and talked for a while. Then I remembered I had shot some video of BNH on my phone. I pulled it up and we started watching it. Ray grabbed the other end of the phone and we held it out in front of Jen while we were watching.
"Man they were ON tonight! It just got over too soon." Said Ray.
Jen said, "Jerry, this video is really good. Usually its too shaky to watch but this is solid as a rock." At this point we were all leaning forward, Ray and I were holding the phone by each end, with Jen sandwiched between. I could see right down her shirt and her leg was against mine. I was trying to focus on the video or else my dick would be solid as a rock.
We watched several videos and Ray and I were nerding out over how great BNH is. Jen was enjoying it but clearly we were being goofy and she was in the middle of it.
At that point, Jen sprang up from the sofa and said, "You boys are high and you're out of beer.
