2 comments/ 45217 views/ 2 favorites Concert By: LaJan "Joanne? Hi! Aren't you excited?" Tess could hardly contain herself. The fact that she can almost never contain herself anyway did nothing to explain this much enthusiasm. And the girl she phoned could expect no less, though her eagerness was of a different nature. "Tess! I can hardly wait! I had a terrible day at work; I just couldn't keep my mind on the job and off the concert! I'll be ready right at 6:30 so don't be late!" Joanne sounded as worked up as Tess did although Tess had no idea that it was not because of the concert. Sure, she and Tess were big NSYNC fans but Joanne had not been to any concerts in at least a year and that was by choice. She liked a few groups but never saw shows as the best way to enjoy their music. She preferred to listen at home, on headphones, to fully appreciate every little nuance of sound. The screaming crowds did little to enhance her musical experience. But, this time it was different. This time, Heather would be going to the concert with Tess and her. And, this time, Joanne would not fail to tell her exactly how she felt... "Oh, you don't have to worry about me being late! Heather is another story, though. I think she needs two hours just to plan her make-up! I'll give her a 'hurry up' call just before I come to pick you up. You just make sure that you 'dress to impress' so that we have a shot at getting backstage as a group, OK?" "You can count on it! I'll see you in a few minutes," Joanne said and hung up the phone. She didn't care if it took Heather all night for her to get into her make-up! Just being around her would make it a night to remember! Joanne actually did worry about what Tess would say if she knew that she agreed to go to this concert solely because she would get a chance to spend some time with Heather. Tess was a very sweet girl, but Joanne had wanted to get much closer to Heather for a long, long time. Every attempt to get close enough to talk to her had failed but Joanne was sure that Heather would listen to her this time and she was even surer that she and Heather shared a 'common interest'. Tess, who always appeared to be as straight as an arrow, couldn't possibly understand why Joanne needed Heather. And for Tess, the show, the crowds and the chance to get backstage were her only motivation. True to her word, Tess arrived promptly at 6:30 p.m. and she looked great! Joanne was surprised at just how well she looked in a black leather mini-skirt, tight, white halter top, covered by a small black jacket, nylons, medium-high black heels. Jo had to take notice of her best friend's good looks for the first time and liked what she saw. But, tonight was supposed to be her night to try to get closer to Heather. She could mess that up with too much attention to Tess. "You look fantastic, babe!" she said, after giving Tess the 'once over'. Tess obviously appreciated the compliment and gave Joanne a hug. "And, you look terrific, babe!" she replied. Actually, Joanne did. She used her long, thin legs to great advantage by accenting them with tight, white jeans, and minimized her lack of a large chest by wearing a loose-fitting bright blue top and a small vest. She wore flats (Being over 5'10" had afforded her few chances to wear heels), but she was 'quite a sight in white', as Tess was fond of saying! They left Joanne's to pick up Heather and Tess kept up a steady monologue, blissfully unaware that Jo wasn't responding much and had a dreamy look on her face. In fact, Tess never knew that Joanne was utilizing her tight jeans for some much needed “personal arousal” all throughout the ride to Heather's. It didn't matter, though; Tess was just happy to be going. As expected, Heather wasn't ready. Jo and Tess arrived at 6:45 p.m. to be greeted at the door by a handsome gentleman with longish graying hair and casual appearance. "She's still upstairs, girls. If you want to get out of here sometime before showtime tonight, I strongly suggest that you go on up and try to get her moving. Lord knows, I can't!" Heather's father said with a wry smile. Joanne and Tess found Heather standing before a full-length mirror in nothing more than a bra and panties. Tess didn't notice the way Joanne's mouth dropped open, being so eager to help Heather get dressed. And, help her she did. Heather had been looking at her bra in the mirror and trying to decide if it was revealing enough. It was a thin white bra that did almost nothing for support and everything for appeal. Her choices of tops were laid across the bed and she had been leaning towards the see-thru black one, hoping that the white bra would show through enough but not too much. "What do you think, Tess?" she asked. "I think you'll look great in that outfit! I just wish that I had your figure!" Joanne, her mouth finally closed again, agreed silently and giggled. Both Tess and Heather looked at her so she went with the 'easy out'. "I wish I had your figure, too, babe!" she said, looking Heather up and down, stripping her with her eyes. Heather's eyes went wide but the look on Tess's face was priceless. Shock was replaced by a hesitant smile and she glanced at the door and then closed it, the three of them alone in the room. "I may be a little dense, but that did not sound like a joke to me. Maybe you should be saying something that we need to hear, Joanne?" she asked quietly and kindly. Joanne looked at her a moment and blushed. She wasn't uncomfortable with her sexuality (which seemed to be bisexual) but she was worried to let her feelings for Heather become revealed like this. A glance at Heather changed all that, though. She was smiling broadly and giving Joanne a thorough 'once over' herself! Tess seemed amazed, looking from one to the other of her best friends, and seeing that her sudden revelation appeared to be all too true. "I think you two already know what I’m just finding out! Am I correct?" Now, Tess spoke to both of them, looking first at Joanne who seemed embarrassed, and then to Heather who seemed thrilled. It was Heather who spoke, barely above a whisper. "Tess, I'm sorry but I don't know a thing! I have never talked to Joanne (or any other woman, for that matter) about how I feel right now, so I haven't 'held back' on our friendship. But, I think Joanne and I are thinking alike. Joanne, correct me if I'm wrong, but you started feeling differently a few months ago, like I did. I still like boys and I want to ...date, still." (She laughed nervously, knowing that both the other young women knew she’d slept with a few guys more than once or twice.) "But, I think I need something more, something better than ...you know, what they do. I started looking around and Joanne caught my eye right away and it looks like I caught hers, too!" Tess saw that Joanne was shaking like a leaf. She couldn't tell if it was fear, excitement, or both. She looked to Heather and said, "Does your family know? Does anyone know besides us?" Speaking for Heather and herself, Joanne finally spoke, "I didn't have anything to tell anybody until now and, now, I think everybody that needs to know already knows. But, Heather, what should we do now?" Immediately, Tess started to talk: "I'm sure that the nylons with the seam down the back are way over the top! Try the 'nude' pair with the shorts again. Yeah, I know it won't work with the top, but, we can take another look at tops in a minute. See how cute that looks?" She paused only long enough to whisper, "I'll listen and watch at the door. If I say 'man-killer', you'll know your dad's coming up or is too close." Heather looked at Joanne who nodded vigorously and they both looked at Tess who was smiling broadly and resuming her one-woman show for the benefit of Heather's father. She nodded and winked, never pausing a beat in her monologue. * * * * * (Downstairs, Heather's father heard the girls appear to 'go back in time': weren't they closer to getting ready to leave 20 minutes ago? He was sure of it and paused in the reading of the evening paper to consider. Deciding to gave them a couple more minutes, he set a mental bookmark at the end of the Steeler's coach's comments and resumed reading.) * * * * * Joanne started to move towards Heather and stopped, looking completely embarrassed. Heather smiled and moved to her, instead, very slowly taking the taller girl into her arms for a friendly embrace. In a moment or two, both she and Joanne tuned out the animated drone of Tess ‘conversing, arguing, and considering' the merits of various clothing options and their relative sex appeal. Heather pulled back her head and raised her chin, closing her eyes and Joanne waited only a moment before meeting Heather's lips with her own. The kiss, like the hug, began as an almost sisterly act but heated so rapidly that both girls were flushed with excitement when it ended. They instinctively looked towards Tess and she mouthed, 'Wow!' in between her nonsense chatter. Joanne inclined her head slightly towards the full sized bed, and Heather nodded, leading her to it and sitting on the edge. Again, they kissed; it seemed as though it was necessary to kiss after every step they took and both girls felt it. This kiss involved a bit more rubbing together of their bodies and Joanne suppressed a deep moan. * * * * * (Heather's dad finished the article and looked at his watch. It was too late for the girls to make it to the concert before the crowds gathered now. They would have to wait outside in a long line in typical Pennsylvania winter weather, something they were all accustomed to but, nevertheless, bitter. He quietly put down his paper, studied the cadence of Tess's silly patter and quietly moved to the head of the stairs. From there, he could see that the bedroom door was closed [as it usually is when Heather is dressing, now that she's becoming a woman]. He could hear the lack of voices answering Tess's questions and comments and went back to the chair where he'd left the paper. There, he rustled it once or twice, yawned loudly, and walked noisily to the stairs. As he climbed them, he heard something, no, two things which caught his attention: the first was a word strangely out of place when girls are talking about sweaters - 'man-killer'. It was said all by itself in the middle of the discussion of sweater choices. Odd. The second thing he heard was the very slight sound of squeaking, like someone had risen from the bed. This last almost made him hesitate. He was able to continue up without much of a pause and, from the top of the stairs, he now heard all three girl's voices. Continuing down the hall, he passed Heather's closed door and entered his bedroom, going directly to the bathroom at the other end. There, he closed the door and sat on the toilet lid, thinking. Reaching a decision after a moment or two, he flushed the toilet and made his way back down the hall and the stairs to return to his easy chair. There, he again rustled the paper and set it down, reaching for the television’s remote. Before turning it on, he thought about the two girls [Women, actually. They were all 19 years old now.] who were upstairs with his daughter. He had known them both for at least 5 years and was very happy that they were friends of his daughter. They had never given even the slightest indication of trouble [just like Heather] and he felt sure that they wouldn't ever cause any. He thought about his daughter and how happy she had seemed once she was headed to the concert they were now about to miss and decided that everything was all right. Only then, did he release the mute button and begin to watch an old movie he'd seen in the theater as a child. He smiled remembering that, at the time, he was nineteen, too.) * * * * * Tess heard the first rustle of the paper even through her chatter but wasn't concerned until she heard the yawn. That sounded like someone that was tired and ready to climb the stairs for bed! It seemed a bit early for that but that's what it sounded like, anyway. And then, when she heard the footsteps coming to the stairs and starting to climb, she was certain he was coming up! Being the budding young actress she was, she slipped the codeword into a sentence beautifully and neither girl noticed. Joanne's hand was delicately gliding across Heather's bared breasts, pausing at a nipple and Heather was caressing Joanne's long legs and thighs. (Tess was now very glad she had not slid a hand into her own pants as she watched; she, too, may have gotten caught up in the heat of the moment!) As it was, she was able to refocus and try the word again. This time, she gave it a bit of space between the rest of her chatter and both girls heard it at once. They looked at her alarmed but she went to them, continuing to talk and encouraging them to do the same. They readily slipped into the easy talk of friends that have known each other for a long time. After a moment, returning to the door, Tess listened and heard the footsteps pass the closed door and continue down the hallway, finally stopping as the master bedroom's bathroom door closed. Tess gave the others a 'thumbs up' and as soon as they all heard the toilet flush, they were actually back to discussing the clothing options for Heather to try on. By the time the television’s sound restarted in the living room, they were all relaxed, though still not any closer to dressed for the concert. This time, it was Tess who moved first. She casually took Joanne's hand and returned it to Heather's breast and reaching for Heather's hand, she placed it on Joanne's thigh, just where it had been before. "He'll watch TV," Heather said in a whisper, "for the rest of the night and then he'll go to bed. I'm sure that he won't come up and disturb us, and he might go straight to bed afterwards. Are you both all right? I mean, I know that this is a little awkward with Dad downstairs but I can explain to him that we took too long deciding and chose to just have a sleepover instead. And, Tess, are you ‘OK’ with what you're doing? Because, if you're not, Joanne and I could..." "Don't even go there!" Tess whispered quickly. "I know what's going on here and, if you both don't mind too much (we're all friends here!), I want to see it. I'll still be the lookout but I really want to see. Please don't stop because of me!" Heather looked at Joanne who looked at Tess and they all smiled. Heather slipped from Joanne's touch for a minute to write a small note and place it on the outside of her door with a little tape. She then turned off the light and both Tess and Joanne whispered, "no!" at the same time. Heather chuckled, surprised and yet delighted, and lit a small floating candle on her dresser. The candle's light, reflected by the large mirror behind it, filled the room with a warm, dancing illumination. Turning to both the other girls now, they looked at each other and again whispered in unison: "Perfect, babe!" All three girls laughed and Heather rushed into Joanne's arms while Tess returned to the door and resumed her chatter and listening. Both lasted less than five minutes as she watched her two best friends lay back on the bed and lovingly remove each other's clothing. This time, Tess couldn't resist; once her patter had stopped, she could hear the gentle breathing, see the increasing intimacy of the touches and keep her own hands from herself no longer. She sat in a small comfortable chair at the foot of the bed, opened her shorts, and slid her hand under her panties and to the spot she'd only recently discovered. With slow, easy swirls, she drifted on a thin cloud of ecstasy, never too involved to miss watching a hand slipping across a twitching belly, or a mouth opening from it's embrace of a breast. Tess watched Heather explore Joanne completely with her fingers, hands and lips, while she teased herself by moving her hand away for a moment. Heather softly moaned, really feeling it as Joanne began a slow fingerdance between her thighs, and Tess almost came right then, nowhere near bringing herself that far but being caught up in the intense pleasure before her eyes. But, when Joanne lay over and then on top of Heather, kissing and licking just inches from her, Tess could hold back no more, coming as quietly as possible, so as not to distract the lovers. She need not have worried; Heather came seconds later and, though she really tried to restrain herself, she cried out with complete release and satisfaction. * * * * * (Still listening to the movie, Heather's father heard his daughter's orgasm and gently eased up the volume, smiling. 'Well, good for her', he thought. He surfed channels for a few minutes and went back to the movie.) * * * * * Tess was sure that she hadn't made much noise but Heather's coming was completely unrestrained and loud. She gasped and listened intently. Hearing the TV didn’t make her feel much better and she started to go to the door in hope of heading Heather's father off if he knocked or worse. But, she was greatly relieved to hear the television changing channels. He was obviously looking around the stations and she was greatly relieved when he returned to the old movie. Neither Joanne nor Heather seemed to be aware of anything outside of the room. Both were as intent upon each other as before. And, Joanne, still above Heather was getting closer by the minute. Tess could see the look of calm concentration on Joanne's face and then, a little more movement from beneath her as Heather pulled a small, silver vibrator from somewhere near the head of the bed. In a few seconds, a new sound was in the room and, with a small gasp, Joanne lifted her face from between Heather's open thighs and stared directly at Tess. Tess was looking back and had returned her own hand between her legs, this time, also spread and completely uncovered. Joanne looked at Tess working her fingers around, over, and into her own moist crotch, and, feeling the magic of a woman's touch between her legs, came hard, groaning while burying her face back between Heather's legs. It took a long time for Joanne to finish but Heather held her tenderly, rubbing her legs and hips, murmuring endearments into her soft, downy hair. After a minute or two, Tess released, again silently, and then joined her friends, lying beside them on the bed. When both could move and speak again, they lay on both sides of Tess and began to kiss her. * * * * * (The movie now long over but thoroughly enjoyed again, Heather's father lowered the sound of the television and sat for a while. Hearing no more from the bedroom above, he turned it off completely and climbed the stairs for bed. He saw the note, removed it, and took it to his bedroom, reading it only after he'd undressed and prepared for bed. The note was short and the handwriting hurried but since he knew about the girls' "change of plans...too much time changing...and it's too cold to wait outside!" already, he smiled easily, turned out the light and peacefully went to sleep). Concert Sometimes, a hobby is more than a hobby. Dominic reflected on this truth while absently rustling through his pockets for whatever change he could find to pay for the bus. Sometimes a hobby is a means to an end. A subconscious expression of deepest feelings. Sometimes a hobby sets you free. The rain seemed to grow heavier as the evening wore on, and as night gathered her skirts and prepared to saunter onto the sky stage, the bus finally came down the street. He straightened his shirt and got up from the bus bench, brushing dust, splinters and a rusty penny from his pants. Tonight was going to be a very special night, for a multitude of reasons. The concert was the linchpin in his plans, and it was imperative that he be on his best beh- His thoughts were interrupted by a flood of warm water dousing his body. Leaping back, a string of well-worn curses falling from his lips, he stumbled and sat down hard again on the edge of the bench. The bus he had been waiting on had rolled through a puddle in the gutter, leaving him awash in rainwater. He looked down, dreading the sight that gleefully awaited him, and sadly was not disappointed. The lower half of his body, formerly light blue denim, was now dark and wrinkled...and made him look like he had peed his pants for about four hours. The initial burst of rage subsided, and he grabbed his phone to let her know that he was going to be late. As he pulled it out of his pants pocket, he briefly thought of what he would say. This was not a good start to the night. Then his brain managed to get through to his consciousness what it had been gently nudging him about up until now. The phone had been in his PANTS. "Ahhhhhh shit," he drawled disgustedly as he looked at the device dripping wet in his hand. Whether it would ever work again was up to how well he could dry it out, but he could almost guarantee it would no longer work tonight. "You know, you could just dunk it in a bag of rice for a day or so, take the battery out, it'll be fine. Rice absorbs the water," a helpful passerby observed. "Yeah, I know, but as of right now my rice supply is nonexistent," he responded wearily. His mind was in different places though. This might be the last bus down to the venue until maybe 9 pm. Should he take the chance of running home to change, or just go? He knew that if he were to miss this, the probability of a billing like this that they could both get to was astronomically small. He sighed and squished onto the bus steps, digging out the moist quarters. Sometimes, a hobby is a way to see just how foolish you are willing to look for something you want. I had some problems And no one could seem to solve them But you found the answer You told me to take this chance - DeBarge, All This Love The line was thick, and well out onto the sidewalk. Anne stood under the flickering yellow streetlight and took in the scene. "You have got to be kidding," came out under her breath. The line wound itself way out front of the auditorium and well onto the sidewalk. Some fans had come early, and despite the headlining acts, she could smell the telltale fumes of strong liquor already. Not that she was particularly against such things, but they had their place. Parties, bars, Slipknot concerts. Not a Sade and Foo Fighters concert. Even Dave Grohl of the Foo Fighters had said that they were going to be playing some of their softer cuts from their "In Your Honor" double album. So why did these guys have the look of obvious troublemakers? She sighed and scratched a nail down the back of the cell phone in her pocket, conspicuous in its silence. Why hadn't he called? It was strange of him, he knew how important this night was going to be for them. Could it be that he wasn't able to come? With a start, she realised two things, one being that she was now maybe four spaces from being checked in. As she grabbed for her purse, she also realised that while she had been daydreaming about where Dominic was, she had been staring at one of the guys in the group of drinkers, who was now eyeing her intently. Damn it. Now is really not the time... He started over. Oh, God. "Hey, girl, you looking for a goo-" "A good time? Really? That's how you're gonna start in? Can't you even be original? Get out of my face." The guy blinked twice rapidly, letting her get a closer look at his eyes. Sea green....and dilated far beyond the size of any normal person. A junkie. Awesome. Clearly, once he had gotten over the shock at his initial rejection, he was determined to succeed. "Come on baby...this is a concert for loversh," he slurred, looking to his left and right. His friends got up and joined him, albeit with resigned looks, and her problems had compounded. As the sound of air brakes filled the street, she could see the ticket holder struggling in vain against the tide of people entering the arena and knew that she was on her own. Rubberneckers surrounded them in a loose circle, curious as to how this was going to play out. The guy closed in again, aiming for her arm. No one ever got to find out what his plan was going to be past that point. Anne shfited her weight to her left leg and swiveled. The front of the open toed Christian Louboutin shoes sank with a satisfying thud into the guy's crotch, and for a moment he hung there in front of her, seemingly paralysed, choking sounds coming from his throat. He finally started to fall, and his friends raced forward to grab him before he fell to the floor. They both looked up at her, eyes darting between two of them, and started to smile. She was feisty, and she knew how to aim. They still outnumbered her, and their drug addled minds cared nothing for where they were. No one was coming to help, after all. A series of squishing sounds interrupted the tense moment. "How about we not take this any further, and just say we did, huh?" Dominic was standing next to her, clearly wet clean through from the waist down, and very stern. The guys started to laugh, seeing his soaked pants, but then looking at his eyes and realising that the worst possible scenario now presented itself (a fair fight) they withdrew, muttering. Dominic turned to her, his glare already dissolving into a sarcastic smile. "Good thing they left....I would have looked pretty ridiculous kicking people and making a squishing sound. So this is what you get up to when I leave you unattended, eh?" "Well you know me, always have to get into something. I had it covered, though." "So I saw. Bus pulled up right as he started coming toward you. I was gonna run across the street but you punted his dreams into next year, so I took my time." "Ah, so you were gonna let me hang out and do it all myself, eh? What happened to chivalry?" she teased. "Practicality took it out behind the woodshed. But....we should get inside. The show's about to start." She led him to the stunned ticket taker, who no doubt had expected a much tamer showing from the line at a Sade concert, and then inside. so matador so calm so oil on a fire she's so good she's so good she's so goddess lithium flower so sonic wave - Scott Matthew, "Lithium Flower" Once inside the room, the lighting changed. Bright fluorescents made way for more subdued illumination, and the walls almost looked like candles were hanging up there. He let her go ahead of him, as he had been trained long ago to let people walk in front so he could make sure they were okay. Not that she seems like she had any trouble facing down the A-Team out there....but old habits died hard. He looked up at her and started. Since he had come down here, he had not really had a chance to look at her, and now that he did, all conscious thought melted away. The dress she had worn was blue, and her hair had run down her back in cascades of dark coils. The lights of the room - they were candles, he could now see - ran over her body like greedy wolves, now flickering, now glowing against the curves he could now fully appreciate. He looked up and saw her blush momentarily. "Sorry...that was kind of awkward, wasn't it?" "Well.....its okay though. I just don't see why you're staring. You've seen this dress before." Before he could stop himself, he blurted out the first thing on his mind. "Well yeah but Ive never had the chance to see it on you in person, and that makes all the difference - that you're here. You could be wearing a paper bag for all I care." The color went into her cheeks, and she turned away slightly. "So what you mean is that the dress is ugly, so it doesnt matter what I wear? Is my fashion sense that bad?" "No, thats not- its not about the dress - not that anything's-" he sputtered, then groaned in exasperation at her grin. He stepped toward her to say something else, but then his feet squished again. "Oh.....what happened to you? Why are you wet?" "Bus hit a puddle. I took the fall. It got my phone so I couldn't call. Figured this was more important though so I got on the bus anyway." "Well, you cant squish around the room in those. Take em off." "But this is a concert! I can't just-" "I don't see any anti-barefoot signs, do you? Plus, it will be less of a distraction." As he bent over to remove the soggy shoes, he could not see her eyes following his body through every bend and turn. The shirt he had worn clung to his big frame, even more so with the trace elements of moisture in the cotton. He was stocky, and not in the best shape ever, but she still found herself entertained at the sight of him Not so much his physical attributes....but the fact that he was hers tonight...to do whatever she wanted with. Making a memory this way would be...interesting. "Ladies and gentlemen...Dave Grohl." He straightened up rapidly, and they both looked up to see the man on stage bowing, a genial grin spread across his face. "Tonight..." he waited patiently for the initial burst of applause to subside,"tonight...we just want to be close to one another. We want to remember promises made in the quiet moments that we will always remember. The faces on the water that don't disappear with the ripples. Tonight is for those people in your lives." Before they knew it, the opening chords of "Still" were coming through the air. Grohl sat with his guitar and scooted up to a microphone. He put the mic a bare inch or so from his lips, and when he spoke, it was as if he was talking to each and every person, individually. If you'd like to walk a while We could waste the day Follow me into the trees I will lead the way Bring some change up to the bridge Bring some alcohol There we'll make a final wish Just before the fall... Dominic found himself mouthing the next words to himself, or so he thought. As he looked at Anne, her eyes sparking int he candlelight, he found himself blocking out the world and singing to her, all other thoughts forgotten. Promise I will be forever yours Promise not to say another word.... As the show went on, their fingers strayed until they found each other, and slowly became entangled. He found himself realising that every song reminded him of her, and wondered what divine providence had led him to find her. Regardless, this was one night he would never forget for the rest of his life. Normally ashamed of his singing voice in public, he sang along with the songs heedlessly, and he realised through all of it that he was happy. This was enough. As the band finished up with "Virginia Moon" she felt his fingers, rough and thick, yet tender, tangled in hers. She was not of the damsel in distress persuasion, and had no interest in laying back and letting some man take control of her life. Dominic, though...there was something there that she had not counted on when she had first talked to him all those years ago. They were close, sure, but she had not counted on how close they had become over the years. Through everything that happened to them, she knew she could count on him to still be with her in spirit, no matter what she went through. As the first band left the stage, she reflected on this. Not a lot of people would do this. But why? She shrugged mentally. Why not ask? "Why are you doing this?" He started, confused." Uh..what?" "Why are you here with me, tonight? What kept you around all this time? You can't have been after my body all this time." He grinned and pretended to check out her curves in exaggerated detail. "Well, you know you got it going on over there..." She brushed his hand away gently. "Seriously, Dominic. A straight answer." HIs grin melted away, replaced by an awkward smile. "Well....you deserve it." "And why do I deserve it?" she asked in a hushed voice, moving closer to him. Before he could answer, they heard the roar of the crowd reverberating in the closed room, and the lights dimmed slightly. A woman with olive skin glided onto the stage and held the microphone stand delicately in her fingertips as she swayed side to side. "Oh my God, it's Sade," he breathed. She smiled as the band kept setting up instruments. When she finally spoke, it was to a silent room. "Thank you for coming out tonight. We almost did not make it here tonight, many things went wrong, this whole event in itself was a last minute idea, and some of us still did not think we were going to make it," she said, winking at the bass guitarist. He laughed awkwardly, and just like that, the entire crowd was in her hands. She continued. "I believe that it was worth it, because I see couples all the time come to hear my music, my langage du coeur, or heart's language, and I hope it is worth it for all of you tonight." She started swaying, and the first notes of "Kiss of Life" came from the band. Anne noticed that everywhere, people were separating off into pairs, and before she knew it, she was face to face with Dominic as Sade sang. Her heart filled as he slid a hand around her waist. He leaned forward. "You should know that Im not the best dancer." "Then why are you doing this? Tonight is not about what feels weird." she replied. He smiled and drew her closer. "Well, you got that part right. Tonight,"he sighed," tonight is about what feels right." There must have been an angel by my side Something heavenly led me to you Look at the sky It's the colour of love There must have been an angel by my side Something heavenly came down from above He led me to you He led me to you.... -Sade, Kiss of Life Before he was fully aware of what he was doing, he was drawn into Anne, closer, seeing those lips so close to him. She saw him coming and closed her eyes. Their noses bumped into each other, and she opened her eyes with a start to see his mortified face. "Wow....I really played that one straight." She winked at him. "Well, my nose at least is satisfied." He stared at her a long moment before his stiff face softened. From deep within came his laughter, his real laugh. The one that ran up the scale surprisingly high for a guy of his size. His teeth flashed as he threw his head back. When he tilted his head back down, his eyes were warm. "Ah....well played, cherie. Well played indeed..." He came back in again, and this time their lips met. For those few seconds, they were just a couple like everyone else, utterly unremarkable. To both of them, those seconds were the culmination of everything they had wanted for years while they were apart. Desire, lust, longing all came together in those few hungry seconds, and as Anne thought later, she would not have traded that moment for anything in the world. Sade sang on, their bodies hummed together, and the night spun on into infinity. Neither one of them would have had it any other way. Concert After 'Show' My boyfriend was away at his concert on a hot summer night. I was at home getting the house ready for his "present". The windows were open letting a warm summer breeze dance through the house. Candles were lit everywhere giving the room the gentle flickering light. I was dressed in his favorite outfit of mine. It was a tight plaid mini skirt and a black halter top. I finally heard the keys in the door and he walked into the room with exhausted yet shocked look on his face. I walked over to him and passionately kissed him. His hands traveled down my body to my ass. He tightly grabbed my ass and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his body, and I began to feel his body heat travel throughout my own body. He flings me onto the couch and kneels down and starts softly kissing up my legs. He gently glides his warm tongue up past my knee to my inner thigh. He softly nibbles my thighs, mixed with ticklish licking. He took off my skirt and kissed my lower stomach. He gently slipped his fingers underneath the elastic to my panties. He moved down and pulled them off with his hands while his lips followed by trails of kisses. He begins to eat me out, softly rolling his tongue on my clit. Every little move, I gasp and moan for more pleasure. He slowly parts my lips and begins licking my soft wet pussy. He surprisingly slides one finger inside, moving the tight flesh aside and begins pumping in and out. I scream and begin digging my nails into his shoulders. I come to my senses and remember I am to be pleasing him. So I make him stop and I sit on his lap. I begin kissing his lips, moving to his neck. I teasingly suck his neck while licking. I unbutton his shirt and begin kissing every inch of his chest. I mischievously move down to the floor and my kisses are getting lower and lower on his body. I take off his pants and his boxers. I slowly begin to suck and lick his head. I lick my lips and glide my lips up and down his shaft like an ice-cream cone. Inch by inch his dick enters into my mouth. I start bobbing up and down faster with each move; he puts his hands in my hair and begins directing my motions. I bring him up to his climax and stop because I want him to fuck me and feel his juices shoot in my body. I stand up and move to sit on his upper thighs. I start kissing his chest making sure every nerve in his body is on end. Finally when he is yearning to go deep inside my pussy, I slowly inch towards his dick. I gradually begin letting him enter me, feeling my pussy contract with ever inch. Finally he is completely inside my body. He puts his hands on my hips and starts to penetrate with force. He fucks me deeper and deeper with every motion he makes. Our bodies begin to glisten in the candle lit while we come closer to a climax. My pussy is now on fire with the friction of his dick vigorously fucking me. As my screams become louder and closer together he pumps me harder. Finally I feel steamy hot cum shoot up inside my body. Making me have an intense multiple orgasms. We collapse into each other and hold one another until we have caught our breath. I then realize that he is still hot from his concert and he hasn't had a chance to cool off. I lead him to our back yard bringing whipped cream with me. I tell him to get into the pool and just relax because I have a sweet treat coming his way. I then spray the whipped cream on my body. The light fluffy cream awakens my body and sends warm tingles to my pussy. I put on a whipped cream bikini and walk over to the pool side. I ask him if he wants any other toppings added, he opens his eyes and looks at me with excitement. He comes near the stairs of the pool and tells me to starting coming in. I bring the whipped cream to the poolside for later use. I get in the pool about upper knee depth. He holds my thighs and leans up on my body and sucks the whipped cream off my skin. He picks me up and brings me in the pool more as he is licking and sucking the whipped cream off my breast. He tells me he wants my pussy to taste even sweeter, so he sits me on the ledge of the pool and gets the whipped cream. He sprays the cold cream on my hot pussy. He then forcefully licks all around my pussy spreading my juices everywhere. He sprays more cream on my pussy then picks me up and puts me on his shoulders. He swims to the deeper end while he is eating me out. Then he slips and we fall under water. We have passionate kisses under water and come up for air. The lights in the pool are off and can hardly see the floor of the pool. I dive down to get my hair out my face and when I come up I can not see him. Then I feel a current of water flow past my legs. I turn and look behind me. Then suddenly he grabs my hips and takes me under water. I was scared yet the anxiety in my body made me wetter. We playfully wrestled underneath the water. And then in the middle of our play he was gone again. We moved to the shallow end of the pool during our fondling. Unexpectedly he picked me up out of the water and I wrapped my legs around his body. I slid down his chest to his dick and he entered in my pussy again. He began to thrust me harder than before. He pushed me up to the side of the pool and fucked me so dominatingly. He picked me up out of the pool and laid us down on the ground. He was on top of me and with one hand pinned my hands down above my head. With his other hand he moved one of my legs up so he could go in even deeper. I felt so defenseless, as he pumped in and out of my body with me pinned down. He started to slow down and begin going deeper and slower inside me. I felt his body getting pressed up against my clit, which made me go wild and have one of the few orgasms I had before he came. As he came closer to cumming he lifted my leg up higher and began to kiss it as we fucked each other. Finally we came again. Leaving our bodies completely worn out. He picked me up and laid me down in our bed. The next day he was to go to the recording studio to make his album. I decided to go along with him. It just so happened we had another erotic escapade. If any of you think I should write about it email me and tell me, if I have enough encouragement then I will. Concert Audience Gives a Show When the concert started I was in a bad mood. I hadn't wanted to come in the first place, but my wife had already bought the tickets. She acted as if it was meant to be a fun evening out, so I had agreed to go along, although I hate classical music, and getting dressed up to listen to strings screeching sounded like a torturous evening to me. Our budget didn't permit very good seats. In fact, we were almost completely in the back of the balcony. My wife Mary cheerfully pointed out that as we were there for the orchestra it didn't really matter what our view was. I agreed, but only because there was no reason to do otherwise. The balcony was fairly empty; we could have moved up from our purchased seats, but I didn't suggest it because I didn't see the point. My wife always felt doing such things was dishonest, so we settled into an empty row of a nearly empty section. We sat quietly waiting for the concert to start. Mary occasionally commented on the splendor of the theatre, or exclaimed over a detail in the program. I was only listening enough to respond when I needed to, not wanting to start an argument but not particularly interested in actually having a conversation about how many light bulbs were in the chandelier, or compare the number of private boxes with the theatre across town. I glanced over the other audience members as they arrived, only vaguely noting the number couples and the varying ages of them. It was the age, or maybe the legs – or perhaps some combination of the two – that made me notice the blonde when they arrived. The woman's dress wasn't indecently short, nor horribly low cut. It was looser than my wife's dress, but somehow it clung to her as she moved, showing off every beautiful curve and feature of her body. She was young, probably early twenties, obviously well toned, and on the arm of an equally young and attractive man. The couple climbed the steps and entered the row in front of Mary and myself, settling themselves into seats just off to one side of us. The couple, I decided, were in early stages of their relationship. They touched often, and lowered their heads to speak quietly to each other, although Mary and I were the closest to them and couldn't possibly hear them. The blonde's face regularly lit up with a wide smile as she turned to smile at her date. I could only see the back of the man's head, but imagined he was smiling back just as widely. I glanced over at Mary and we exchanged half-smiles. All that we could manage after so many years of being together. Mary brought up the subject of her nephew getting into college, and for the few minutes remaining before the concert started, I was pulled back into the drudgery of every day life. The lights eventually dimmed and the music started and I spent a little while staring vaguely into space. It was two movements into the first piece before my eyes wandered over to the couple in front of us again. The lighting was dim, but I could make them out easily enough. Her long slim legs were crossed towards the man she was with, and his hand was on her leg. As I watched, his hand moved up and down her thigh in what appeared to be an absent-minded caress at first. After a few strokes though, I realized he was slowly working her skirt up. Before, I could just see her bare knees and an inch or so of thigh, but now I could see several inches more. And, a few lazy strokes later, I could see half of her naked thighs and was inwardly cheering the man on, hoping against all logic he'd somehow get the whole dress off. As if hearing my thoughts, the blonde woman swatted at her date's hand, and pulled her skirt down, giving the man a mock-glare. But she hadn't pulled her skirt down all the way, I noticed. She also hadn't made the man remove his hand. Expecting him to wait a few minutes before he tried anything again, if that was even what he was doing, I directed my eyes back to the stage, gazing mindlessly at the violin section. When I thought enough time had passed, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and wasn't disappointed to see the man's hand slowly stroking the blonde's leg again. He'd gotten her skirt another inch or two higher. As I watched he changed from stroking her leg up and down to rubbing it side to side. His hand slipped over her thigh, curving down and out of sight. When it came back into view, he had worked his fingers under the edge of the woman's skirt. He repeated this action, hitching the skirt up another inch or two in the process. Unfortunately, the blonde caught his hand again. She turned her face towards him, I could see her teasing glare as she moved his hand away from her legs. I quickly directed my gaze back to the stage as I realized her head was turning further around – looking in our direction. She was checking to see how private they were, I realized with rising hopes. My cock twitched in my pants as I imagined the sort of show I might actually get. I waited another minute before easing my eyes in their direction again. The blonde was facing forward again. She had uncrossed her legs, and they were angled slightly towards her date. My cock began to stiffen as I spotted the man's hand on her leg. He was stroking up and down again, still moving casually but less cautiously as before. Her skirt was sliding up her thighs at a slow, steady pace. In less than two minutes, I could see almost all of her creamy pale thighs. My dick ached as I watched the woman's legs part ever so slightly. Her date didn't hesitate to slip his hand between them, angling his hand to rub against her privately. Suddenly I was frustrated at my angle. It had seemed so perfect before, but as I watched the muscles in the man's arm move, and watched the girl lift her hips, her legs falling slightly further apart, I wished I was below them. I wanted to see what sort of panties she was wearing. I wanted to run my own fingers over her lips, to slip them into her wet pussy. I adjusted in my seat, trying to rub discretely at my cock to relieve some of the pressure. The blonde's head fell back, apparently too consumed in what she was feeling to continue pretending to watch the orchestra. She shifted her hips again, sliding down her seat, spreading her legs even further. The movement hadn't taken the dress with her, and I was instantly granted one of the things I had been longing for. With her skirt bunched up around her hips, even from here I could see the lacy black thong the blonde was wearing, and had a mostly unobstructed view of it pushed to one side as her date rubbed her shaved pussy. Mary jerked me back to the present, leaning over to whisper in my ear that she was slipping out to the ladies room. I nodded, managing to turn my head away from the show to smile at her, hoping she hadn't noticed I wasn't paying any attention to the orchestra – and that she hadn't noticed what I *was* paying attention to. But Mary merely smiled back and quietly rose from her seat, slipping down the row away from the couple. I waited to give Mary time to get out of sight, but once she was gone I didn't bother watching the couple out of the corner of my eye. Instead I leaned over the arm of my chair, focused squarely on the enraptured couple. I grabbed my hard cock and rubbed it through my pants as I watched the man in the row in front of my finger-fuck his girlfriend. The blonde was obviously mindless to everything but gaining satisfaction. With her head thrown back I could see her eyes were shut, and she was biting her lower lip. Dying for further release but knowing I could easily regret this, I shifted my position again, and slowly lowered the zipper of my pants. I wasn't fool enough to pull my dick out in a public place, but I slipped my hand inside my trousers, stroking the length of my hard on as I watched. The girl either hadn't noticed or didn't care that her skirt was nearly up around her waist, and her thighs were widely spread at this point. With her lacy panties thrust to one side as they were, I could see the top of her pussy lips as her dates fingers slipped in and out of her. I imagined how hot she must be, how wet and dripping her pussy must feel, and tightened my grip on my cock. Mary wouldn't be gone forever, and regardless of whether she noticed the couple, she would definitely notice her husband jerking off at the orchestra. The blonde's boyfriend was alternating between rubbing at her clit and plunging his fingers into her. His pace was increasing, and I quickened my own hurried movements to keep pace. The girl's mouth fell open and even I knew she was close. I watched with intense pleasure as she reached up to cup her own breasts, squeezing and massaging them. She pinched her own nipples and tweaked them, and her hips started thrusting upwards towards the boys hand. I stroked furiously at my cock, completely caught up in this unknown couple's affair, unable to stop myself until I too found fulfillment. And then it happened. I watched as the blonde stiffened, her whole body trembled. She arched away from her seat as her orgasm consumed her, her mouth wide open, eyes shut. It was a beautiful thing. I could imagine the pool of juices between her legs, the tight muscles of her pussy clamping around her dates fingers as she rocked against him. I could almost feel the hot wetness on my own dick, and it was enough for me. I came with a quiet grunt, my cum shooting down my pant leg in short bursting jets. It wasn't ideal, and I knew I'd regret it soon, but for the moment I was still caught up in the release. The overwhelming sense of satisfaction, and the intense joy of having watched a beautiful woman brought to orgasm. I gave myself another few strokes to empty my load, and sighed heavily, feeling my head spin. I took a few deep breaths before removing my hand. I could already feel the streams of cum I had released dripping down my leg, soaking into my trousers. A sudden movement at my side startled me, and I jumped slightly as I realized someone was right next to me. An usher, I immediately thought, panic rising in my throat. My panic lessened a little when I realized it was Mary. Her smile was as bland as ever as she regained her seat. No words were exchanged, no puzzling looks or inquiring expressions. She apparently hadn't noticed a thing. Directing my face once again towards the stage, I glanced one more time towards the couple who had so recently been giving me a show. The blonde's clothing had been tugged back into place, and both parties of the young couple were facing forward. No one but me knew anything else had just gone on between the two of them. Concert Cum Slut Forward: This is a true story of my wife's first group experience. This happened in 1992 before we got married. At that time, we weren't even dating ... we were coworkers and part time fuck buddies. "Shit," I thought to myself as I looked at my watch. I was going to be at least an hour late getting home. I figured that I'd need another ten minutes on the EL, another ten minute walk, plus ten more minutes to get dressed plus time for dinner. If we were lucky, we'd probably catch the end of the opening act but we'd still be able to see the entire KMFDM concert. Kelly was going to be pissed. Sure enough, as I approached my apartment building, Kelly was sitting on the stoop smoking a cigarette looking impatient and holding a pizza carton with her overnight bag next to her. A couple of hours ago as she left work, I told her that I would be leaving in a few minutes and she should meet me at my apartment. What she didn't know was that as I was packing up my desk, my boss stopped by and wanted to go over the draft marketing plans and to be honest with you, she probably didn't care. She didn't say a word as I unlocked the front door and we walked up the two flights to my apartment. When I opened the door to my apartment, Kelly really let me have it. "Here's your fucking dinner, where the fuck were you?" "You know I got propositioned twice waiting for you." "I could have been killed, you asshole!" she said. She had a point, at the time, I lived in a gentrifying neighborhood in Chicago and it was known to be a hangout for hookers. Looking at her outfit, I could see why guys might mistake her for a hooker. She had on her goth concert gear, only that it wasn't true goth, more like a Marshall Field's version of goth. She wore a black miniskirt with red fishnet hose along with a black leather motorcycle jacket and black combat boots. She had a ton of black eye makeup, black lipstick, and had painted her nails black. As I looked her up and down, I realized that she was still laying into me. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck you, in case you hadn't noticed, I've been under a lot of stress lately." "My marketing plans are due on Friday, I haven't slept all week, and I haven't eaten all day." Kelly was taken aback by my sudden outburst, she cringed, but I didn't let up. "Now I have to take you to a concert when I have to be in the office early tomorrow. If you're that goddamn selfish, you can go to the concert by yourself!" I took the concert tickets out of my suit jacket and slammed them on the dining room table as I went to the refrigerator to get a beer. All the while, I kept thinking, "I don't need this shit, we're not dating. We're just friends with privileges, if I wanted this grief, then I'll get a girlfriend!." I calmed down a bit and walked back to the living room where Kelly was sitting on the couch. My tirade had knocked the wind out of her sails. She apologized and said that she would really appreciate if we went to the concert together since we both liked the band. I just reiterated that I was under a lot of stress lately and I could really use the rest. All I wanted to do was relax. With that I slumped down on my couch, put my head back and closed my eyes. In no time flat, I felt myself drifting off to sleep when all of a sudden, I heard Kelly say, "I know what will relax you." I felt her hands tugging at my zipper. She undid my suit pants and fished my slowly growing cock out. I didn't move a muscle ... if she wanted me to take her to the concert, she may as well work for it. I first felt her hot breath on my cock head and then the flickering of her tongue. She licked up and down my shaft while playing with my balls. Kelly loved giving head and she was very good at it. After slowly licking my shaft for a minute, I felt her get off the couch. I finally opened my eyes and Kelly put a cushion on the floor and was kneeling in front of me. She looked up at me, smiled, and then engulfed my cock. Normally, when she blew me, she took her time but not tonight. Her goal was to get me off, get me relaxed, and head out the concert. She aggressively sucked my cock, her head and hands moving at lightning speed. As I said, she really knows how to suck cock and within a minute, she had me on the edge. I still wanted her to work for it so; I stopped her and got off the couch. I kicked off my shoes and got out of my pants. I spun her around so she was sitting on the floor pushed her head against the seat of the sofa. I straddled her face and began to assault her mouth calling her a bitch and a whore. She loves it when I talk dirty to her. My vigorous assault on her mouth caused her to gag a couple of times but that didn't slow me down and I continued to fuck her face for a couple of minutes. I felt the cum starting to flow out of my balls so I grabbed her head and thrust a couple more times and then emptied my nuts down her throat. Kelly swallowed it all without wasting a drop. After my last spurt, she continued to work my cock with her tongue until I couldn't take it any more. With wobbly knees, backed away. She was right, I was relaxed and felt refreshed. She slapped me on the ass and told me to get dressed. A quick rinse in the shower and a quick change of clothes and we were ready to go. Kelly had reapplied her makeup and didn't look any worse for the wear. I was hungry and reached for the deep dish pizza when she told me that if we left now, we might be able to catch the end of the opening act. Groaning, I managed to grab a slice and ate it as we left the apartment. We were lucky and caught a taxi dropping someone off right in front of my building and in ten minutes we were in the concert. We got there just in time to hear the Utah Saints play their one and only hit. The concert hall was standing room only; really it was more of a nightclub than an arena. All the tables downstairs were taken so we went upstairs and stood by railing. From here, we could see the stage perfectly. We ordered some drinks and waited for KMFDM to come on. Since we had to stand, I let Kelly lean against me as I wrapped my arms around her. My cock started to stir a little so Kelly rubbed her cute butt against me. She turned her head and gave me a deep kiss. We stayed that way until the lights went down and the band came on. It was classic KMFDM with En Esch running around the stage with his bald head wearing a dress. Kelly started dancing to the relentless beat, all the while rubbing her ass against me crotch. I knew that she was trying to get back at me for fucking her face but I had some ideas of my own. After dancing around for a couple of numbers, she settled down by leaning forward against the railing. I looked around and noticed that I could probably get her back for teasing me without anyone really noticing. Her ass was still pressed against my crotch so I stepped back a little and flipped her mini onto her back. As I suspected, she was wearing stay up stockings and a black pair of thongs. Moving her thong to the side, I slipped one and then two fingers into her cunt. She was already wet but then again, she's always wet. Kelly made no attempt to stop me and I knew that she wouldn't, as Kelly is an exhibitionist and liked to have sex in public places. We've fucked on the fire escape at my apartment, in a supply closet at work, and in a playground around the corner from her apartment. Just a couple of weeks earlier, she even blew me on a CTA bus. Anyway, I finger fucked her for a couple of minutes and then switched hands so I could finger fuck her and rub my thumb against her clit. It's good to be ambidextrous sometimes. By the time KMFDM launched into "Juke Joint Jezebel", Kelly was cumming. I continued to rub her through several orgasms. It takes a little time to get her to cum, but once she has her first one, it doesn't take much to set off the next few. Satisfied, she straightened up and leaned against me, this time, her hands went behind her back and rubbed my cock through my pants. I pushed her over again and undid my fly. I maneuvered myself until my cock was up against her slit. Before entering her, I looked around and saw a few people looking at us. One guy toasted us with his beer while his girlfriend licked her lips seductively. Another guy gave me the thumbs up. This was all the encouragement that I needed and I slowly entered Kelly from behind. I moved slowly as I didn't want to attract any more attention than we already had. I didn't want to get kicked out or arrested that evening. Since I came earlier that evening, I was able to keep my cock in her a good long time. Kelly came at least twice, probably due to the excitement of fucking in front of the audience to driving industrial music as well as my cock. KMFDM was finishing up and I decided that I should as well. As the band played "Sex on the Flag", I picked up my pace and tried to match my strokes to the beats per minute. Kelly could sense that I was getting close so clamped her pussy down on me and milked me dry. After cumming earlier that night, I was surprised at how much cum I dumped into her. KMFDM finished the set and the concert hall reverted back to a club. The crowd had thinned down considerably since it was a weeknight and a lot of people had to get up early and go to work the next day, including me. However, I a little tired but we decided to stay for a while longer. Since it was less crowded, we were able to get a table in the back. After we sat down, the waitress came over with a couple of bottles of beer, which we didn't order. She said that it was from those guys over there thanking us for a great show. The waitress smirked at Kelly who blushed. I thought that it was pretty funny that she wasn't embarrassed fucking in front of an audience but got embarrassed when someone acknowledged that fact. I raised my bottle of beer to the three guys who took it as a signal to join us. Kelly kicked me on my shin and shot me a dirty look. "Damn it, Kelly, those steel toes hurt!" "Good, you prick!" I was about to shoot her a snappy comeback when the guys arrived at our table. I motioned for them to sit and since this was a U-shaped booth, I got up saying that I wanted to sit by the end, as I needed to hit the bathroom shortly. The guys slid in and Kelly was sitting next to two of them as we made our introductions. I don't remember their names so I'll just call them Moe, Larry, and Curly as one of them was bald. Since KMFDM's road crew was still breaking down the stage, the dance music hadn't come on yet so we could actually have a conversation. Moe, Larry, and Curly were all recent graduates of Northwestern and members of the same frat so they were a little bit younger than us. At first, Kelly was a little apprehensive but soon relaxed when the conversation turned to music. Kelly's second love, after sex, was music and the guys were regular concert goers. To the guys' credit, they were pretty cool and didn't mention anything about what they saw earlier that evening. Pretty soon, I had to leave to use the bathroom and just my luck; the bathroom on the second floor was closed as it had overflowed during the concert. It was about ten minutes before I got back. By then, the dance music started and to my surprise; Kelly, Moe and Curly were not there. Larry said that Kelly wanted to dance and both Moe and Curly volunteered so all three of them went down. While drinking beers, Larry and I talked about nothing in particular until finally he says,"Hey, your girlfriend is hot! You are a lucky man." "Thanks, buddy, but she's not my girlfriend." "It sure looked that way, the way the two of you were going at it during the show. I just assumed that you were a couple." "Nope, we're coworkers, and occasional fuck buddies, Kelly's a friend with privileges." Larry was intrigued with this idea so I told him that we both dated others. It wasn't unusually for us to go to a bar or party together but to leave with different people. "No way," Larry said. "Yup, just last weekend; Kelly called me in middle of the night asking for a ride home. The big stud she picked up couldn't perform and passed out. Of course, he couldn't drive her home so she was stuck in the suburbs.' "Man, that's pretty presumputious of her, so did you go get her?" "Yeah, I made her sweat it out for a few minutes before agreeing to get her, but she had to pay ... and I didn't mean cash." Larry, with a lecherous gleam in his eye, asked, "Well, how did she pay?" "Oh, she worked it off. She blew me twice on the way back to the city. I busted my first nut before we even got on the highway and I came all over her face as we parked in front of her apartment." "Geez, what a slut!" There was some awkward silence for a moment until Larry said, "If she's not your girlfriend, you wouldn't mind, if I ..." I knew what he was thinking, he wanted a shot at Kelly. I told him to go for it and let the chips fall where they may. With that bit of information, I could hear the gears turning inside Larry's head. Larry and I didn't really say much after that so I started to think about my relationship wit Kelly. I realized that even then, I was a voyeur and subconsciously was trying to set up a situation where I could watch Kelly have sex or get her into a group sex scenario. Since Kelly and I were first and foremost, friends she often told me about her other lovers and that would get me rock hard. I had to admit to myself that ever since my first group sex experience several years earlier (see the story Redhead), I'd hoped to get myself into another similar situation. I knew that Kelly would probably be into it, being the little slut that she is. She loved to hear about the time three of my buddies and I gangbanged a married slut in Atlanta. She said that it made her horny and we'd always have great sex each time I told the story. I even joked around saying that if she ever wanted more than one guy, I'd be willing to set it up. I knew that she was intrigued with the idea ... when she was in college, two roommates picked her up at a party and she thought for sure she was going to get double fucked until one of the guys passed out drunk. She said she always wondered what it would be like to do two cocks at once. I got hard just thinking about Kelly with these three guys when Moe returned to the table and I snapped back to reality. He was out of breath as he had been dancing with Kelly for the past half hour. Curly and Kelly were still on the dance floor. The club was crowded and the waitress hadn't been by in a while so I offered to go to the bar to get the next round. While waiting for the bartender, I looked over at Moe and Larry and I'm sure that they were plotting something as they high fived themselves. As I was ordering, Curly and Kelly passed me on the way back to the table so I ordered for them as well. I returned with the drinks and after a couple of sips, Kelly announced that she needed to hit the ladies room. I thought that I should probably go to the bathroom as well to give the guys a chance to talk. When I got back, Kelly was sitting in the middle surrounded by the guys. I smiled knowingly at the guys and then made a big deal of running into a "buddy" downstairs. I told everyone that I would be back soon. I figured that if the guys were going to make a move, this would be the time. If not, then I would take her home and fuck her brains out myself. I went downstairs and sat at the bar but I was full of nervous energy. I decided to dance a bit to work some of it off. I was getting hot and heavy on the dance floor with a brunette when out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kelly dancing with all three guys. He jacket was off and so were theirs, no doubt to hold the table. It was then that I noticed that she was wearing a black mesh top and a red bra underneath. Funny that I hadn't notice that all evening. They had her surrounded but occasionally, I could see past the bodies. The guys were taking liberties caressing her hips, ass, and occasionally, her breasts. The area where I was dancing was not as well lit so I don't think she saw me. She had the dazed look on her face, the look she has when she is horny and dancing always puts her in the mood. I was getting some real wood when my dance partner said she needed to rest. I escorted her back to her table and asked one of her friends to dance, just so I could see what was going on. When I got back, Kelly and the guys were gone! I finished the dancing and practically raced upstairs to see what was happening. I was a little surprised, the three guys were arranged in a perfect 90 degree angle in relation to each other. Moe and Curly had their heads leaning against the back of their seats and Larry appeared to be looking for something under the table. As I got closer, I notice a pair of combat boot soles sticking out from under the table. I motioned to Moe to move over and as he shuffled, I noticed that his fly was undone and a small hand with black nail polish was slowly jerking him off. I looked under the table and Kelly was giving Curly head as his hands fondled her tits. Kelly noticed that I had returned and winked at me. I just about blew a load in my shorts. Kelly was using her other hand to stroke off Larry. I couldn't believe it! Kelly was servicing three guys at once. If it weren't for the fact that we were in a nightclub, I would have crawled behind her and fucked the shit out of her. Kelly blew Curly for a couple of minutes and I could tell he was just about to blow his wad. Without even thinking, I blurted out, "Cum on her face! I want to see it!" Luckily, the music drowned me out but Curly heard me and pulled her off his cock and hit her square in the nose with cum. Kelly kept jerking his cock until he was done. She crawled out from under the table and saw me grinning at her. Kelly looked a little embarrassed. She was quite a sight. The area where we were sitting was bathed in black light and the cum on her face glowed. It was probably the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Without even wiping her face, she sat down and leaned over to suck Larry. Curly got up to use the men's room while Moe leaned over to eat her pussy. I got closer to see the action. Moe started to eat her when all of a sudden he stopped and looked up at me. He had forgotten that I had dumped a load into her earlier that evening and could taste my sperm. All I could do was shrug my shoulders. It couldn't have tasted that bad since he went back down on her. Moe ate her to several orgasms when we all noticed that Larry was starting to breathe heavily and I knew that he was close. Remembering what I had said earlier, Kelly pulled his cock out of her mouth and jerked him off face and neck. She later told me that she really wanted to put on a show for me because I encouraged the guys to hit on her. She not only put on a show for me, but everyone around us as well. I will always remember the look on the waitress face when she delivered our drinks and caught a glimpse of Kelly with a mouthful of cock while getting eaten. To this day, I still can't decide if it was a look of envy or disgust. Kelly sat back up and she was glowing like a Christmas tree under the black night. I motioned to her indicating that she should wipe herself off. She used little napkins serving as coasters but it only made things worse. She smeared cum all over her face so she looked like she was all made up for Halloween. Curly had returned and just busted out laughing when he saw her. Kelly asked what was wrong and I didn't have the heart to tell her. By now, Kelly had regained some of her composure and said that she wanted to leave. I said that it was probably a good idea since we didn't want to get arrested. The only one that didn't agree was Moe who hadn't cum yet. He pleaded with her to stay and take care of him. Kelly couldn't leave him in this state. She told him not to worry and climbed back under the table. She grabbed Moe's cock and stuffed it into her mouth. She sucked him for a minute when Moe grabbed her by her hair and came down her throat. She kept sucking him until he was all clean. Concert Cum Slut The guys zipped up and left while Kelly went to the ladies room. Kelly couldn't find her panties in the dark club so I told her to forget it. Poor Kelly, with her face glowing from all the smeared cum on her face couldn't understand the looks she was getting. It wasn't until several years later while watching "Forensic Detectives" on cable that she learned that police use black light to test for the presence of semen. Semen exposed to black light glows! We walked out onto Clark Street to hail a cab and under the streetlights; I could really see what a mess Kelly was. Her fishnet stockings were torn at the knees and her knees were filthy. She had traces of cum in her hair, face, neck, and clothes. Her mascara and lipstick were smeared. The cabby gave us an odd look when he stopped to pick us up. Kelly was tired and leaned against me during the ride home. I could smell the smoke, alcohol and cum on her. Rather than be disgusted, I was turned on. When we got to the apartment, Kelly said that she needed a shower to which I said no and bent her over the arm of my sofa. I dropped my drawers and slammed my cock into her pussy and pumped a couple of minutes before flooding her cunt with my third load of the night. I told her that, now, she could take a shower. After we showered and were cuddling in bed, I asked her if she liked fulfilling her fantasy to which she said softly, "I still haven't fulfilled it, I still haven't had two cocks in me at once!" She was right ... as she drifted off to sleep, my dirty mind went into overdrive, plotting our next adventure. Afterward: That night was the beginning of a new phase in our relationship. We remained fuck buddies for another year until I moved away to attend business school. Kelly finally got two cocks at once. In that year, we had a number of threesomes with guys and girls. Kelly discovered that she was passively bi with the right woman. We attended a few swing parties and Kelly discovered the joys of anal sex and double penetration. After moving, I lost contact with her when she met someone and got married. Shortly after graduation, I too, got married. My first marriage only lasted a couple of years, as my wife was no wear near as sexually adventurous as Kelly. It was during the breakup of my marriage that I realized that I truly loved Kelly. This story does have a happy ending. In 2002, while on a business trip to Chicago, I was walking up the stairs to the EL when up ahead, I saw a familiar sight. It was a fine ass that could only belong to one person. I yelled, "Kelly!" and to my delight, she turned around. We chatted as if ten years was only yesterday. We had dinner later that night and I found out that her marriage had ended just a few months earlier. She said that she just couldn't stay faithful to her hubby and that she had needs. Needs that no one truly understood except me. She asked how I recognized her as she had gotten rid of jet black goth hairstyle years ago and returned to her strawberry blonde. I said, "The ass, I recognize that ass anywhere!" Kelly spent the night with me at my hotel. We started a long distance relationship and six months later, she moved out east and we got married. Almost immediately, we picked up where we let off ten years earlier. If anyone is interested, I have full permission to write about our experiences both past and present.