[21F]ingered by a Friend[23M] while watching my Boyfriend’s show [MF]

Being on lockdown has me feeling some kinda way, and I’ve been reading stories here a lot more. Thought I’d share one of my own after lurking for awhile. New account to keep these separate from my main. This is a bit long, but sets things up for other stories if there’s interest.

My boyfriend (21M) at the time was in a band so we usually spent our weekends going to his shows at various bars/venues within short driving distance. For Friday shows, he & the band would often drive out to the venue and one of my bf’s friends, Ben (23M) would pick me up from my dorm after my last class to make it to the show. Ben was 6’7, and lean, but with broad enough shoulders to look muscular. Basically, he was intimidating if you didn’t know him. He was very flirty, and we had gotten to know each other pretty well from all our time spent driving to my bf’s shows together.

One weekend, I had to rush to get ready in time to leave when Ben picked me up. I left my short dark red hair down and did minimal makeup- focusing on thick black eyeliner. I wore a tight, sheer mesh-top over a black tank with a deep v, giving me quite a bit of cleavage for my G cup tits, and a short black denim skirt with fishnet tights. My bf had told me to go commando that night, so no panties. My skirt was barely long enough to give me something to sit on in the car and I felt so slutty knowing my pussy was one wiggle away from making direct contact with Ben’s car seats.

After we’d been in the car for 20min, Ben complimented me on my outfit. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you in a skirt. You, ah. You look great.” I laughed, and confirmed that my bf had given me some guidance in what I should wear. Ben kept glancing over at me and smiling throughout the ride, but I didn’t think about it too much.

Once we got close to the bar, Ben asked me if I’d eaten yet. I said I’d love to grab a coffee bc I was exhausted after my classes. He found a cafe that was still open a couple blocks away from the bar my bf’s show was at. I ordered myself an iced coffee and sat down at one of the empty tables while Ben waited for his drink to be made. When he came over to the table, he tossed me a pastry bag with a toasted bagel & cream cheese inside. “If I know you, you haven’t eaten since breakfast and still fully plan to get drunk tonight, so please eat. The bar doesn’t have a green room your bf can sneak you in to nap in.” He winked at me and I hungrily tore into the bagel, offering him some, though he declined and just watched me enjoy it while he sipped his latte. As we got up to leave, Ben leaned over and whispered, “Adjust your skirt, before you give the baristas a show as well.” Oh shit. I pulled my skirt back down over my ass and looked up at him. He was trying not to laugh. I could feel my pale skin flush pink, but truthfully, I had to bite my tongue not to laugh, too.

Ben and I made our way to the bar just in time to say hello to my bf & the band before they had to set up. My bf gave me a long kiss and pushed his hand under my skirt to grab my ass before jumping on stage. When I turned around, Ben slowly looked up and smirked, confirming he’d gotten another look at my bare ass just then. “First round’s on me,” he said, handing me a tequila shot with a chaser as the bartender slid them across to him, “it’s not gonna go down smooth, this place doesn’t have a great selection.” We raised the tiny glasses and downed the shot at the same time. I gasped and gulped the chaser immediately. Music started and Ben gestured to the bartender to give us another round. He let me have both shots this round and I was on my way to a pleasant buzz, ready to dance. Ben kept a hand on my lower back as he guided us towards the front, near where my bf was singing on stage. I started dancing, gyrating my hips and getting lost in the song, when I belatedly realized I was grinding on Ben since the floor was too packed to allow any distance between us. He had his hands on my waist, looking around us to keep creeps away from me. If I hadn’t felt a bulge growing against my butt/lower back, I would’ve thought he hadn’t noticed the friction between us. I turned around to face him. Startled, he looked down at me. “Hey Ben, sorry. I think I owe you a drink now. I got carried away dancing.” Ben’s grip around my waist tightened and he spun me back around so my back was pressed up against him again. “Drinks are on me tonight. Don’t apologize for a thing, I certainly don’t mind.” My mind was a bit fuzzy, but the band started playing a song my bf wrote for me and I quickly got sucked into the music again. Before I realized what was happening, I felt a hand reach under my skirt and slide across my wet pussy. I jumped, but Ben held me still against his hard on. “Don’t worry, just me,” he whispered in my ear, “Let’s go get that next round of drinks.” I nodded, confused, but let myself get led away from the stage and towards the bar.

Part of the bar was curved around so you could watch the stage, but it was out of the way of the crowds. Ben picked me up and set me on a stool next to the wall in this secluded spot, my skirt bunched slightly so my ass came in direct contact with the cold stool. Ben sat at the stool next to mine, and rested his hand on my inner thigh, hidden by the bar counter. I started to move his hand away, but he gripped tighter and moved up closer to my pussy. I moaned, and my thoughts blurred. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” Ben grinned at me as the bartender slid more shots our way, “Your bf told me to make sure you felt good tonight. I’m just making good on my promise.” We took a shot together before he continued, “Didn’t you wonder why he wanted you not to wear panties tonight when I’m the one driving you home?” That caught my attention. I usually went home with my bf after a show, regardless of how I got there. “He rode in the band van this time, his car’s busted. You’re with me again on the way back.” His eyes were fixated on my cleavage, his rough fingers catching on my fishnets slightly as he reached through them to rub my clit. I grabbed my other shot and threw it back quickly and he took that opportunity to enter me. He had huge hands, and his fingers were thick. I moaned reflexively. I looked around – no one was paying attention to us in our little corner – before my eyes connected with his. He got right next to my ear and said, “I’ll stop if you want me to, but know that I don’t expect anything in return tonight. Nod if this is ok.” I nodded without even thinking. I couldn’t believe my bf would set this up without telling me, but if he couldn’t take me home tonight, why tell me not to wear panties? Ben added another thick finger inside me and rocked gently in and out. I felt so full, and with the heavy buzz I had going, my pussy felt so good stretched around him. I was close already, so when Ben began to flick his thumb over my clit, I came undone. My pussy drenched his hand and the barstool under my bare ass. Ben took his last shot and looked me in the eyes as he slid his fingers out of me, brought his hand up to his mouth, and licked my juices off his fingers as his chaser. I nearly came again. I wasn’t sure what the rest of the night would bring, but I was excited to find out.

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