Last Young Renegade (Story 1)
The music thumped and Skylar felt her heart controlled by the bass. It was pitch black except for the countless beams of colored light flashing every which way through the festival grounds. The smoke that curled and moisture that wafted from joints, cigarettes, and vapes glowed and flashed like an aurora all around them.
Skylar had come alone, wanting the chance to rely on nobody but herself for the night. But she was anything but alone. The room was one giant nebula of people connected in mind and spirit, led by the pounding of the music.
To anyone outside of the event, it may have seemed like nothing more than a lot of noise meant to disrupt an otherwise perfectly peaceful, summer Saturday night. But inside it was a microcosm of space aged synth and emotion as the spiritual vibes lifted everyone off their feet in time to the rhythms.
Skylar was entranced.
The night went on and the dancing never slowed. Skylar paid no attention to minor things like dehydration or hunger. Hours passed and she was fueled by nothing more than the sounds all around her.
She felt her tiny frame growing hot and slick as the sweat beads glistened like gems in the colored lights along her skin. Bodies brushed against hers and not a single soul cared. Personal space was abolished in this place, gleefully at that. Hands covered in fluorescent paint pressed her arms and stomach, helping her glow along with the rest of the field. An errant grasp or two landed on her breasts and butt from a few particularly enterprising souls, leaving a purple palm print along her left bosom and fire-orange fingers across her left hip. In any other environment the violation would be appalling. But to Skylar, here, tonight, this was what the evening was all about.
It hadn't been advertised as such, but all who came to the Open Sky EDM Festival in town knew there was an undercurrent of free love. It was welcomed, almost demanded by everyone in attendance. It was the chance to defy the social norms and forget one's own misgivings about feeling free and open with your body and those of everyone else.
Skylar felt alive as she reveled in the hands, bodies, and butts that jostled and bumped her throughout the night. She herself even partook in a few copped feels of crotches, breasts, and bottoms. In the moments she was caught in the act, the subject of her attention would flash a smile, white teeth glowing blue in the black lights, as Skylar winked a mischievous, Cheshire grin before disappearing among the crowd. Being shorter had it's perks when in a crowd.
The night grew late, and the music rose to an ever increasing crescendo. As the intensity reached fever pitches, a chance encounter lifted Skylar to yet another height.
A song came on and the lights grew red. The DJ up front shouted muffled words into a microphone, encouraging all to find a partner to hold close and feel the love. Skylar was content to simply witness the couples around her, when suddenly she felt gentle arms wrap around her from behind.
Caught up in the moment and mood, Skylar leaned back, closing her eyes as she pressed her back into the person who had come to hold her. She felt the press of breasts against her shoulders, confirming her suspicion that this delicate hold was that of a woman. Long hair draped against the bareness of Skylar's tan shoulders, betraying the more conventional hair stylings of the stranger, in contrast to Skylar's close cut, green dyed buzz-cut.
Skylar felt the heat between her and her new dance partner as they swayed in time to the music. Though the crowd around them continued to press and bump, Skylar felt it all drifting to blackness around her as her senses focused solely on the feeling of this person holding her tight.
Skylar lay one hand along the arms holding her while the other reached back over her own shoulder. Her fingers followed the cheek they found resting on her shoulder and against her bare neck back to the base of her new partner's head. She held this stranger tenderly, but firmly, letting the emotions flow through her like an electric current.
There the two stayed, lost in their own world until the song swung back to the heavy thump of high-octane energy.
As her eyes opened, Skylar spun herself around in the arms of this new friend. Her deep blue eyes looked up into the brown eyes of her partner. The pale skin, lightly freckled with brushes of paint across the cheeks like warpaint, contrasted with the dark brown hair that flowed past her shoulders.
Skylar looked the woman up and down, noting the loose and torn graffitied t-shirt that hung on the shoulders, managing to incompletely cover up the wide-gapped fishnet shirt underneath. This woman's baggy pants, splattered with paint that glowed in the lights completed the look of a retro 90's hip-hop icon.
Skylar laughed at the contrast between the two. Her own tight, mesh tank top that barely covered her small breasts and tight bicycle shorts that barely reached down past each cheek left very little to the imagination. Truthfully, had she been out anywhere else in public she would certainly have been sent home if not downright fined for public indecency. But here, it was a welcomed look and Skylar loved the freedom she felt so close to complete nudity.
Skylar lifted her arms and clasped her hands around the slightly taller woman's neck, holding her close. Words weren't needed between the two to understand that each had been claimed and all other suitors would have to look elsewhere. They were entranced by each other as much as they were the music.
They danced together the rest of the night, making no mystery of the feelings and intentions they each had. Skylar gyrated her hips, pressing them close so her crotch brushed against her partner's all night long. Their breasts pressed together, regretting the fabric between them.
As the night wore on, this mystery woman reached down, gripping the loose fabric of her shirt and tying it in a knot behind her back, lifting it so that her midriff, fuller than Skylar's tight abdomen, showed freely. Their skin rubbed and pressed, sweat intermingling. On a public train it would have been inconvenient, but here it was intoxicating.
As they spent the night bumping and grinding, they did all but kiss, both agreeing in unspoken terms that the mystery and allure of whether it could happen was more fun than simply giving in to the base impulses on sight.
Their bodies grew closer until there was no space between them. Lips brushed necks, cheeks, and ears as they mimed the sweet motions of sex while standing and moving to the music.
"Skylar."
"Sophie."
Names were exchanged through the beats and melodies. These titles filled each other's minds as they lost all thoughts but those of and for each other.
Neither feigned to themselves that it was love. The energy here was far too carnal for that. But the draw was strong and undeniable, and the chemistry downright explosive.
Hours later, well into Sunday morning, the lights grew stable, and the music died down. Announcements were made and reminders to get home safely were blasted over the speakers that had previously driven the dancing.
Skylar and Sophie stood facing one another, looks of curiosity and regret that the magic was forced to end running currents between them.
"Let me walk you home," Skylar shouted. The music was gone but the crowds and tinnitus necessitated the volume still.
Sophie smiled and said, "I thought you'd never ask!"
The two clasped hands and walked out together, keeping close so that their shoulders bumped one another.
They moved in silence for multiple blocks. The festival had been in one of the city's largest parks, but it wasn't long until they were walking along the streets of downtown, dark and vacant as no souls beyond those going home from the party would dream of being up this late.
As they moved away from the entrancing mood of the party, reality slowly slipped in through the cracks.
Sophie was a stranger, and Skylar had never been this bold before in her life. At only nineteen, she had had limited experience, with all romantic exploits having been with boys from class, or that one time with a cheerleader. She had never found a hookup, let alone one from a public place in a city that was still new to her as a place to be freely roamed.
But the electricity that sparked between their clasped fingers kept her gripping tight, like a shock set out to finish her. Skylar wanted to see this woman up close again. She wanted to see what was under that loose shirt and those baggy pants. She wanted to show this girl herself too. She wanted to stay caught up in this moment.
"How far away are you?" Skylar asked, finally breaking the silence. Her voice, despite the tingling nerves, stayed cool and collected. It was a skill that she came by naturally and had perfected through a childhood of rebellion and free-spirited exploits.
"A little way still," Sophie replied, her voice equally as calm and warm.
