Hey, it’s been a while, crazy busy with life stuff, but after chatting to many of you via DM, seemed like it was time for another story. This is probably my all-time favourite sex story.
I also had no idea (until I started posting) how many girls get off on these stories but I’m glad to help fuel your imagination!
All the usual stuff – everything is as true as I remember, and names changed. Feel free to DM for more info or let me know what you think.
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**Let’s build context, or skip ahead for the good stuff:**
I’m 22 at the time and my friends (originally met at uni) and I are getting ready for a gig. It’s one of those big tours where multiple bands – we’re talking like 10 or so – do a show together and it sells out fast. Because it’s so big, everyone we know is going from all over. This includes three people we’re going to call Phil, Mike, and Lisa. Phil, Mike and Lisa are childhood friends of my friends, but I’ve never met these three before, and it’s the first time they’re coming to our city in a long time. Phil and Lisa are a couple.
Because I’ve not met these three, but I’ve known my friends for a couple years by this point, I’ve heard funny stories. Especially about Lisa. Lisa was one of those girls who always hung out with the guys, and being one of only a couple of girls who hung out in the group, she’d already fucked or messed around most of the guys over the years. Phil, with all the respect in the world, happened to be the latest one of the group she was with, especially as so many of their original friendship group had moved away – leaving Lisa, Phil and Mark, and some others not relevant to this story – as the ones who hadn’t yet moved from their hometown. Slim pickings, you could say, for relationships.
Lisa was cute. She didn’t have any standout features, but she was attractive. Slim but not athletic, small tits but perky b-cups, a nice ass that to be fair looked so much better out of clothes than in them. Cute face, nice smile, nice eyes. Everything was just… cute. Not “omg” but more than alright. Plus, as we all know, personality can make anyone way more attractive, and she was one of those people. The best way to describe her – and it’s an old school term now – was a tomboy? She had a couple of girl friends but most guys and she could hang with the best of us. She drank beer, liked the same music, was a bit wild, and a lot of fun.
So anyway – we all meet up early-ish for drinks. I’m introduced to Mark, Phil and Lisa and have already heard various stories about who Lisa has fucked. However, it’s made very clear Phil hates these stories and is insecure about it all – and I quickly realise why. We’re all playing drinking games but there’s clearly tension between Phil and Lisa, and more than once they snap at each other. Not enough to make anything awkward, but there’s clearly unresolved issues there.
I immediately like Lisa: she’s fun as described, but I’m also 22, single, and she’s a cute girl who I know fucks a lot. I’m a simple man sometimes!
**Now you’ve got context. Onto the main event …**
We all head to the gig. It’s rammed. We’re drinking and enjoying the heavy music. I’m mostly interested in the mid-show bands, and not bothered about the main headliners (this is crucial later).
By this point, Lisa and Mark and I are talking a lot with me having just met both of them for the first time, while Phil has been sulking all night. Everyone else is having a good time.
Lisa buys a band t-shirt outside. We get inside, get drinks, and head to the side of the stage for the opening acts. About halfway through the gig, when the band on the t-shirt Lisa bought are getting ready to come on, she quickly takes her current top off and puts the band one on.
Phil FREAKS out. He immediately starts yelling something about her getting her tits out in front of everyone (hard to hear over the music) while Lisa shouts back words to the effect of it’s just a bra and not a big deal.
Like I said, there was already issues. Me? I honestly couldn’t give a fuck, I’m enjoying the show, and as Phil has been moody/sulking all night, my first impressions of him has been a killjoy from the start. I still think it wasn’t a big deal, Lisa wasn’t flashing anyone, and she had changed in a matter of seconds. If a guy did it, no one would bat an eyelid, and Lisa was clearly one of the boys.
It’s a bad argument. So Phil storms off, one of my mates goes after him, while the rest of us laugh off the awkward tension and move forward into the crowd. I didn’t know it then, but Lisa had just basically just broken up with Phil then in all but words.
**Now it gets good.**
Lisa really likes this band – hence why she bought a t-shirt – so we all move to the front. Lisa’s grabs my hand as we move forward and with her other hand pushes another one of our mates ahead. If you’ve been to a gig, you know how packed in tight the front gets. Everyone is pressing in from all sides. My mates and I are close-ish but also a little separated by the crowed.
I’m directly behind Lisa, however, and as the band starts playing and we’re all jumping and singing, I start feeling her ass pressing against me. I dismiss it at first, but after it’s happened a few times, I just go with it. I’m not sure if she’s seeing it as harmless fun, or whether she even cares because it’s just the nature of being in a crowd, but I’m soon pretty hard.
That’s when I definitely notice it’s on purpose, because now she starts forcibly pressing her ass back to me.
So I start thrusting back too.
This goes on for the rest of the band’s set – maybe 15-20 minutes – and it’s hot as fuck. No one can really see because everyone is pressed in so tight, but Lisa is grinding my hard dick through our jeans like she wants me to cum there and then. Leaning over the railing, hands in the air, and her ass back into me. It feels fucking great.
So the set ends and we start moving back – I shout over the music I’m not bothered by the next band so going to get a drink – and she shouts back she’ll come with me.
We start heading to the bar, and now one of the main acts is coming on, it’s totally empty.
The bar is past the toilets. I stop and say I’ll just be a minute, and she looks me dead in the eye, and says “I’ll come with you”.
We both know exactly what she means, and given that we’ve just spent the better part of thirty minutes dry-humping in public, we’re both obviously horny as fuck.
I open the door to the toilets, there’s no one there, and we quickly rush in. We get into a cubicle and start making out.
There’s no foreplay here really – we’ve already done that in the crowd. We’re groping each other hungry and hard, and in minutes she’s bend over the toilet and undoing her jeans while I pull them down.
We don’t even bother pulling her thong off. I pull it aside, and start fingering her from behind. She’s already fucking soaking, and as she starts moaning she has to put her hands over her mouth. I use my middle fingers and start reaching for her g-spot, and part of me is self-aware that this whole thing is crazy, I’m finger-fucking a girl I’ve known for a few hours in the toilets while her now-obviously-ex is somewhere outside. Her pussy is warm, wet, and inviting, so it’s not long before I’ve got my now-fucking-throbbing dick out, and slide it into her from behind.
We start fucking. We’ve both wanted this badly for the last half hour, maybe all night, and the warmth and satisfaction her pussy gives me as I’m thrusting my cock inside her is fucking sublime. I mean, I’m a straight guy, I love pussy, but the whole build up to this made it all the better. Lisa has her hands against the wall now, I’ve got one hand over her mouth, and she’s pushing her ass back as I keep forcing my dick deep inside her. There’s no condom, it’s raw, and it feels fucking amazing, her thong rubbing against my dick as keep thrusting hard.
After a while, before either of us properly cum, we hear people start to come in. The current band has obviously finished, and we quickly pull out clothes back up. Despite everything, neither of us really want to deal with the hassle of getting caught here, so we come out of the cubicle like and I specifically remember sniffing and rubbing my nose like we’ve just been doing coke. We get a few funny looks, but nothing much. It’s a gig after all. A guy and girl coming out from a cubicle isn’t exactly unheard of.
Kinda ironic huh – everyone fucks and it’s totally legal, and that would get a much bigger response than doing coke, which is illegal, which no one bats an eyelid at. Seems funny. Anyway!
So we actually do now head to the bar and we’re not talking much. Really, we both just want to fuck now I think. But if we just headed off, it would be too suspect, so we carry on like we were – but all the time I can’t stop thinking how good her pussy felt.
As we head back to the stage with our drinks, only minutes after fucking in the cubicle, my dick still wet from her pussy, we eventually find our group.
Phil loses his shit now, not at me, but at her. He’s asking where she’s been, she’s saying she’s been at the front and back from the bar, he says something about calling her but no answer, she says she’s at a gig and insults him, and it’s just rough. It’s clear Phil is really insecure – and I mean, with good reason I guess because I’d just fucked Lisa after all – but I honestly think if he had been less insecure it wouldn’t have happened. There’d been tension all night, while Lisa just wanted to have fun, so mix in some booze, attention from a new guy (me), she’d clearly stopped caring before she’d even got to the gig. If it hadn’t of been me that night, I think she probably would have found someone else, and if not that night, soon after.
But anyway, the argument turns nasty, and they break up between the swearing and shouting. Phil storms off again (dude missed half the gig, seriously, waste of a ticket!) and Lisa says she’s going for a smoke. My mates don’t want to miss the main act, but I’ve said all night I’m not bothered about it, so I say I’ll go after her and take my beer.
Lisa and I head outside – and by now people were guessing it’s a little suspect – but no one guessed it was more than just flirting/attraction, especially as we’d all lost each other in the crowed and I’d said long before meeting Lisa the bands I was interested in weren’t the main acts, so me disappearing wasn’t too obvious to fool around with her.
It’s pretty empty outside given the main act is on, and Lisa starts venting about how much of a dick Phil is, it’s been over for a while etc. and I respond something like – being the smooth 22 year old I am – I really don’t care, she doesn’t need to justify anything to me, and I just really like her company.
It’s all true. She’s been a lot of fun all night, from drinking games to music taste, and the fact she’s let me put my dick inside her means her company has been the best thing all night – haha.
So we smoke a bit and it’s not long before I say, knowing the area well, there’s an alley around the corner. We leave the smoking area, head around the side of the venue, and down the alley. As soon as we’re out of sight we’re making out, and it’s a little slower this time. Now we’re not in any real chance of being disturbed, she’s wrapped her arms around my neck as I’m gliding my hands up and down her body. They go under her top and bra, and play with her tits. She slides one hand down my jeans and starts playing with my dick. My hand moves down, and starts fingering her again, rubbing her clit and teasing her g-spot. She’s moaning hard in my ear as I feel her pussy constrict and open as she grinds it on my hand, and soon she drops to her knees and pulls my dick out of my jeans into her mouth. I’m moaning now too, as she tastes herself on my cock and swirls her tongue around it like she’s been craving it all night.
I stand her up eventually, and pressing her against the wall, pull down her jeans and panties and go down on her in turn. I’ve always loved licking a woman out standing up, something so hot about feeling her totally submissive to the pleasure she’s getting. Her hands are running through my hair and pressing her pussy hard onto my tongue. Lisa knows what she likes, and I fucking love it.
We start fucking again. We’re already hot and bothered, and fucking face to face with one of her legs up over my arm, it’s not long before she cums now, hard, her fingers clawing into my back, and I blow my load inside her shortly after. I remember dropping her leg as I did, because I could barely contain the pleasure, and shooting several hard loads into her as she moaned feeling me cum in her.
Breathless, we kiss a bit, and sort ourselves out. We can hear people are coming out now the gig is over, so I message my friends saying cheers for the night, great gig (lol) and that I’ve lost them so I’m going to get a taxi home.
My friends all live in a house together, and Phil and Mark are staying there, so I ask Lisa if she wants to come back to mine, and she’s all for it. She messages a good mutual friend of ours (one of my best mates) saying she’s not staying there tonight if Phil’s there, so will sort herself out and see them tomorrow to get everything. Obviously there’s a slew of texts back and forth now, but Lisa and I get a taxi while she tells them she’s going to get a hotel.
Once we’re back at mine, we’re all over each other. Totally alone now, there’s no holds barred, and we fuck like rabbits. Stripping off as soon we’re inside, and seeing her totally naked on my bed, we fuck hard as I ever had by that point in my life. I know people say “we fucked all night” a lot and really it’s a couple hours at most, but we really did fuck until around 4am, on and off, the kind of night were you fuck, cum, rest for a bit, then go again. She rode me like a proper experienced slut, moving the hips, putting my hands on her tits, and I fucked her doggy and spanked her ass hard enough to actually leave a handprint (first time I’d ever done it properly). Given we both knew each other was pretty filthy given we’d fucked in a toilet, we weren’t exactly shy with each other.
The next morning, sometime before midday, we eventually wake up and fool around some more. There’s a whole load of texts, especially to her from Phil, but drama isn’t really my thing, so I stay out of it.
Lisa tells them something along the lines of she’ll get her stuff later and get a train, and Phil and Mark should drive home.
Lisa actually stays at mine the whole day, and we fuck like animals: sleep, eat, fuck, repeat.
The next day, she eventually gets her stuff and does get the train home, telling everyone she stayed at a Premier Inn all day because she was so tired. We don’t really know if anyone bought it, but to this day, none of our group ever really spoke about it.
Lisa and I would fuck pretty often after that. Being her immediate rebound that night and given we had instant sexual chemistry, it was one of those relationships were until I was around 26, we would message each other from time to time. If we were both single, she’d get the train up and stay over for a night or weekend. Eventually she got engaged, and we’ve not spoken properly for years, but still get the odd like or whatever on Insta/FB.
So that was the night I made a FWB at a gig, and some of the best sex I’d ever had. Lisa is exact reason I genuinely love sluts – girls who like to fuck, typically are pretty fun personalities, and no judgement for fun – hope you enjoyed!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12hfjnf/making_a_new_fwb_at_a_gig_and_hard_fucking_mf
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