A Story of a Chance (m)eeting at a (f)estival

Falling in love in a single weekend. Something I never thought was possible, but here we are. It all started with a last minute proposition from a friend 2am the night before we left for the festival, “Hey man, J has an extra ticket to this music festival this weekend. You should ask him if you can go, we need another person to help run the lights.” Less than twelve hours later, we were on the road, the van loaded down with projectors, tents, coolers, and cases of beer. After almost five hours we finally reached our destination. The first night of the festival was somewhat uneventful. We spent a few hours setting up, finding power for the lights and getting our campsite in order. From the moment we set foot in the festival grounds, I could feel an incredible energy emanating from the people around me. The first girls I met were riding around in a golf cart and came right up to our van as we were parked by the campground entrance, before we had even unloaded any gear.

A little about me, I’m 21 years old, and since the beginning of 2015 have spent a lot of time working on my body to match the years I’ve spent trying to change my mind in a positive way. I found a love for powerlifting after reaching a low point in late 2014 when I stepped on a scale and realized I weighed nearly 300 pounds. That was a breaking point for me, a moment whose emotions I can still feel as I write this. In that moment, I realized I had to make changes. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but as of writing this (August 2016) I’m down to 220 pounds and haven’t ever felt so good physically in my entire life.

I wouldn’t say I’m in amazing shape or anything, but coming from a very sedentary lifestyle, where I would spend most of my days in front of a computer screen whether I was playing video games or watching Netflix, it feels incredible to be slowly progressing into a very active lifestyle. I can’t describe how monumental the change in my daily outlook has been as a result. I used to let life happen to me, and if things didn’t turn out how I wanted I’d simply cry to myself and wallow in my own sadness. Now, I can’t help but feel like I have so much more control over the path my life is taking, and that’s a tremendous feeling.

Back to the festival. Thursday night was epic. After we set up two projectors on the tree-line behind the stage and one each on the late night stage and the artist’s tent, we went out and enjoyed some amazing music for a while. I was surrounded by a swirling, sacred energy, and even though I hadn’t yet talked to very many girls, I couldn’t help but feel a little more confidence than I have in quite some time. I gave everyone I met a big hug and had quite a few people tell me I give amazing hugs. My favorite thing to do is to give someone a bear hug and crack their back as I lift them off the ground.

The guys I came with are all in their 40s, and they spent most of Thursday telling me that I’m too young to not go talk to every single pretty girl I see for the weekend. With their constant encouragement, and sometimes nagging, I decided I would try to meet some cool people, but I had absolutely no expectations of what would end up happening. I never could have foreseen things going the way they did, and I suppose it’s about time I get to the point of this story: when I met M.

We met Friday night, sometime after the sun had started to set. I was at the late night stage, a small stage under a canopy that we were projecting our liquid lights onto. The lighting guys I came with were helping a couple of gorgeous women adjust the lights on their stage before the DJ’s were set to start on it around 1 am. As I sat on the edge of the stage just taking in everything around me, a girl with the most incredible smile walked up to me with her friend’s boyfriend. After giving them both big hugs, they introduced themselves as M and N. Something about M was different from any girl I’d ever met, maybe it was the glint in her eyes as the stage lights reflected off her irises, or maybe it was the thickness to her legs as they flowed into her toned, tight ass. I found out later that night that M regularly runs 5k’s and used to be a marathon runner when she was younger. It fucking showed. There were other people at the festival with nice bodies, but something about the way she looked at me mere minutes after we met let me know that I had to stick around her. She had to be one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Just the right mix of seductive and friendly, she had the kind of looks that some people would describe as the girl next door. M will tell you she isn’t perfect, but the more time I spent studying her face, the more I would describe her as such. Even her flaws only seemed to accentuate her beauty. We left the late night tent shortly after that, I followed her, her friends A (N’s girlfriend), N, K, and my friend T (one of the older guys I came with, a real veteran hippy, the kind of guy who regularly sets up his hammock UNDER stages at festivals and who I’ve seen crawl out from the stage around noon as a band was playing haha) and we went back towards her campsite, stopping on the way by the portalets.

I’ll never forget that first kiss, standing by the portalets while we waited for the rest of our group to come out. We were standing there talking and I caught her eyes scanning my face, looking from my lips to my eyes and back down. Our lips met and immediately my heart started beating harder than it had all weekend. Though the kiss was brief, the light contact our tongues made and the hunger in her eyes as I pulled away told me she felt the spark just as I did.

The group finally made it to M’s campsite, and once there we all smoked a few bowls, passed around gallons of water, and just laughed and joked before taking some Molly (the first time I’d ever really done it) and heading out to the stages to dance. One important detail about M is that she absolutely loves dancing, and the control she has over her body was entrancing. I couldn’t look away from her as her hips flowed like water, her legs and arms moving sometimes with such fluidity, sometimes with snapped, quick movements. I’ve never been much of a dancer, but I gave her everything I possibly had. I know I did something right because as the night passed us by, we danced closer and closer to each other at times holding hands and spinning her around, other times holding her hips to mine, pressing our foreheads together and staring deeply into each other’s eyes. One of my favorite moments was when she took off her headband, a type of rope that she had flipped over and tied around her head a few times. The rope was probably 6 feet long, just long enough for us to incorporate it into our dancing, me using it to spin her from a distance, to reel her in from far away, putting the rope around her once she came close enough before turning her back to me and pressing myself into her.

We danced until the sun came up and even the late night tent was done with music for the night. When we finally wandered back to her campsite, we spent some more time with her friends before retiring to her tent for some sleep. That first time in her tent was the first time I’d ever felt such magic, such a heat between me and someone else. I’ve had serious relationships, I’ve had very sexual relationships, but never have I had such a mixture of intense physical and emotional attraction to someone that I met that day. We climbed into the tent and laid down next to each other, almost instantly I had her on her back with me hovering above her, our tongues recreating the dancing we had spent so long doing.

She told me that I’m an amazing kisser, which only encouraged me to flick and swirl my tongue more, we made fireworks explode from our lust. We took our time, making out for what felt like an hour, with many longing glances, our eyes meeting between frenzied bouts of kissing. I finally made my way down her neck, kissing and nibbling across her chest before tracing the outline of her nipples through her sports bra with my tongue. Each flick of my tongue sent little waves through her, I could feel her breathing start to pick up as I gave more and more attention to her nipples. When I finally lifted her sports bra to directly touch her nipples she was shifting around her weight, as though she was pressing her nipples into my tongue, telling me to keep going. I felt so in tune with her, I explored every inch of her chest and stomach with my mouth, planting kisses and licking my way from her chest to her legs. I spent a few minutes planting my mouth everywhere along her thighs, up to her calves, and back in before finally pressing my tongue onto her pussy from the outside of her underwear. Oh my god, her underwear. She had on these black lace panties with a white trim along the waistline. The lace was so thin that I could taste her wetness on my tongue within seconds of my tongue making contact with her clit.

I must have spent at least ten minutes teasing her over her underwear, kissing and licking up and down her pussy, letting the scent of her juices fill my mind. When I finally pulled her panties to side and put my tongue directly onto her clit she let out a single, “Oohhhh fuckkkkk.” I had never been so turned on in my life. I knew we had lots of time given that it was only Friday night/Saturday morning so I stayed between her legs, the only thing on my mind was making her cum. Her pussy was like a window to another reality, each flick of my tongue met with a shift in her breathing, a soft moan, or a slight quiver in her legs. I could feel the pleasure I was giving her, I could feel it flowing through her thighs, into her stomach. I could feel it as she started to rock her hips, pushing her clit onto my tongue.

After who knows how long, I finally felt her shaking, her breaths becoming shallow, shockwaves coursing through her body. I went back to her lips, my face dripping from her pussy. Our tongues met once more, sharing in the sweetness of her juices before she told me she wanted to feel my fingers inside of her. I laid there next to her, our kissing becoming more passioN by the second. My fingers found their way to her clit. I used my index and ring finger to spread her lips and when my middle finger grazed her clit she took a sharp breath in. I immediately stopped my finger where it was and just held it against her clit for a moment. She was breathing heavily, our mouths inches apart. We were both drenched in sweat, the tent had already started to become a sauna as the sun was rising and hitting the outer cover. I started slow, lightly flicking her clit at an angle. She grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to hers before I kissed my way down her body again.

She told me she’d come even harder if I licked her clit while my fingers were inside of her. I worked my middle finger inside of her, using the classic “come hither” motion to feel her g-spot. Something about M’s pussy just made sense to me, her every reaction to my touch allowing me to learn what she liked as I went. After a few minutes of exploring her with my finger I kissed my way back across her thighs to her clit, my finger still inside her. Not long after my tongue made contact with her clit, I started trying different motions. I started with the alphabet, then I spelled her name, then mine. Before long I was trying to speak to her through her clit. I made it through the alphabet maybe twice before I felt her pussy clamp down on my finger, her breathing intensify, and her legs start to quiver around my head. I told her between breaths that I wanted to feel her cum and she told me to just keep doing exactly what I was doing. I found a steady rhythm, lightly flicking my tongue in quick, sharp, vertical movements while my finger moved in unison inside of her, her g-spot rough and engorged against my fingertip. Moments later her pussy became so tight I could barely move my single finger, and she let a moan escape her lips, a bit louder than she had been so far (there were other tents with people in them less than five feet from us), I kept the motion going through her orgasm, her hips moving in circles, my face matching the movements in an attempt to keep my tongue pressed to her clit for as long as I could, eventually I slowed my pace and let her work herself against me. She rode the wave of her orgasm for a little while until she finally settled down, opening her eyes and just saying, “Wow”.

That was all the encouragement I needed to start slowly going back to work on her again. She was so fucking wet, I had never made a girl so wet before in my life. I took my time working a second finger, this time my ring finger, inside of her. Her response, “Oh fuck yes” let me know I was on the right track. By this time the sun was starting to climb the sky, an hour or two must have passed since we first made out in the tent, but I wasn’t done. Over the next hour or so, the only thing on my mind was her pleasure.

Eventually she told me to get on my back next to her and she pulled my shorts down, freeing my dick. I had been hard as a rock for hours at this point. I’ve been told I have a bit of a chode, but I don’t feel bad about that. My dick is about average length, last time I measured as a teenager I was a little under six inches long, but the girth is what I have going for me at about 6 and a half inches around. The first thing M did was to deepthroat my cock, she attacked me with a hunger that let me know that I must have done a good job on her.
All in all that weekend I spent about five hours eating M’s pussy. I never knew how much I could love the taste, how horny I could get from feeling someone relinquish all control over their own pleasure, or how fucking hot it would be to give someone orgasm after orgasm, seeing how many I could give her in short bursts one after another. This was all still the first night. I’ll write more if there’s any interest.

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