I’ve been a long time lurker here and after enjoying so many of these stories I feel compelled to add a few of my own for posterity sake. This one is 100% accurate to my best recollections and holy hell was it fun. Names have been changed of course and please forgive me for format issues (typing on a mobile). Also I tend to really get into writing so if you don’t wish to read the back story feel free to jump ahead.
About five years ago I was attending a college of around five thousand students as an adult learner. While I had been to college before I had been married at the time so I never had that “true college experience” everyone strives for. This time however I was recently divorced and looking to make up for what I had missed the first go around. Along with trying to learn how to pursue women (I hadn’t been single since I was 17) I was also discovering I had an abundance of free time to kill. This led to me becoming an avid gym rat and finally dropping those twenty pounds I had always promised myself I would. Long story short at the time this all occurred I was six foot tall and about 210 pounds with a linebackers build (trust me this is important later).
As my first semester was drawing to a close I got a call from a female acquaintance that I’ll call Becky. As it turns out Becky was pulling up stakes and moving out of town and oh by the way could I come over and help her move? I knew Becky mostly from the local bar and we had hit it off as friends but nothing more, so while I wanted to say no my inner gentleman spoke up first and said sure why not. And for all of you expecting this story to be about her there’s a twist.
Anyhow, I ended up being one of about five guys and four girls invited over to help so thankfully the moving actually went fairly quick and as the work wrapped up the beer started to flow. While I knew most of the people at the impromptu party on a first name basis it wasn’t really my crowd but I figured I had nothing better lined up for that evening so I’d tough it out. At some point, around 2 am, we somehow got it in our heads that swimming in the lake behind Becky’s house was the greatest idea ever. Sober me would have considered the snapping turtles and neighbors but drunk me just said fuck it. So into the lake descended about ten drunk, and mostly naked coeds, with me pretty much leading the charge. After twenty or so minutes the novelty had worn off and everyone started to make their way back to the docks and dry land. When I got back to my clothes on the dock I figured it was dark and I didn’t feel like dragging everything all the way back into the house to change. So with a heads up to everyone to avert their eyes I stripped out of my boxers, threw on my pants, and figured that was that. The party finally started to wind down around that time and I found my self making the slightly soggy trek back to my apartment pleasantly buzzed but empty handed.
About a week later I got a text from a girl named Jaime who had been at the party. Jaime was someone I kind of knew and had seen around at the bar in the same group of friends that were at the party. She was about 5’5” with long black hair, cute glasses, and amazing looking tits. I had a passing interest in her but I had never really talked to her before so I was more than a little surprised to get a text. She explained that she had gotten my number from Becky and then asked if I wanted to go to a weekend long music festival that saturday. Now, I’m not gonna lie, I was pretty dense about women at the time, having not been single since high school, but this one I didn’t miss especially after she said we would be camping out for festival.
Fast forward a few days and Saturday was finally here. I did my best to play it cool when we met up at her apartment to pack our gear but damned if I wasn’t at half-mast most of the time. Thankfully the festival itself was only about ten miles away so the anticipation during the car ride didn’t kill me. As we drove we made some basic small talk and I finally learned a bit more about her. She was 22 (five years younger than me) and going to school for teaching but she did a little to much partying to be serious about it. She still didn’t mention why she had contacted me of all people to go with her other than to say she didn’t have a car of her own and thought I seemed cool to hang with. Considering we’d never really talked before I found it a little strange but I let it drop.
When we got to the festival I found out it was basically a large farm that, once a year, hosted a trippy kind of psychedelic music festival. We were rather late getting to the event so after we parked in timbuktu we started searching for a place to pitch our tent. Unfortunately between our late arrival, and the fact it was a ten-person tent, we had a hard time finding a spot. The whole time looking however she kept mentioning we should find a secluded spot if we could. That comment set my gears spinning again but unfortunately no such spot seemed to exist. Eventually we settled on a spot large enough for the tent but unfortunately right between some well used trails. After what seemed like an eternity we finally managed to set up our behemoth and we went inside to stow our gear.