EroticReverie

Laney Ainsley

Fitz owed me nothing. I knew what him and my brother and their band mates did. They screwed and hooked up with hot girls. It's what all musicians did. So why did it hurt my fucking feelings that Fitz hooked up with that girl? Duh Laney, cause he just had his mouth on your pussy and was about to give you the fuck you've been dying to have for years. 

It didn't matter. I couldn't let myself be affected by it. Hooking up with Fitz, that's all it would be. I didn't expect anything more out of it, even though deep down part of me wanted more than that. But it was crazy, and it wouldn't ever work. Clearly. When he couldn't even keep his hands to himself for a few fucking hours, taking up with the first available pussy that was offered to him. 

I didn't tell my friends about what happened with Fitz, at least not yet. They were all for it, and they wouldn't shame me or try to talk me out of it. I just, didn't want to look stupid, and I would have if I told them I let him go down on me, got naked in his bunk where he probably just screwed a fucking groupie.

We walk to where the cars are, about a mile from the fucking grounds where the fesitval is, and that's only for the cars with special parking passes. Courtesy of my brother. 

We laugh as we grab our bags, and head to the tent my brother got for us for the weekend. Most of the talent got special tents, even though they had their buses to sleep on. My brother agreed to let us have his  "glamping" tent. 

"Shit, this is so nice" Flora says as we walk into the tent. There was only one bed, but it was a queen size and would fit the three of us just fine, and if not there was a soft swhite two seat love seat that Sheena could fit on easily with her pint sized frame.

We drop our bags and I go over to the mini fridge, yes a fucking mini fridge and open it. There's bottled waters and bud light, one of the festivals sponsers filling the fridge. More beer than water. Of course. 

I grab a beer and then two more and hand them to the girls and we all screw off the caps, cheers and then sit on the bed and drink our beers. 

"We should go catch Paraphenalia before your brothers...I looked them up, that one dude is hot as fuck." Sheens says and I just laugh, because my friends were no different than the girls back at my brothers bus. Shameless star fuckers, and I loved them for it. Though they were a bit mild compared to the groupies back at the bus. 

We all strip our clothes and use the baby wipes we brought to clean ourselves a bit , without having to walk to the showers which were probably disgusting and costed twenty bucks anyways for like five minutes. 

Then we all changed our outfits. I chose the t shirt dress I'd fashioned myself. It was an oversized men's Rolling Stones t shirt. Did I listen to the stones? Nope. But it was for aesthetics and I could give a fuck if I looked like a poser. It fit me almost like a dress, maybe a bit shorter than I'd like since it just covered my ass by a few inches. I'd  cut off the arms of the shirt, and connected the shoulders of the back and front with bobby pins. I'd taken in the sides to fit me like a glove, then cut holes in from under my arm all the way down, and stretched them just enough to show an inch of skin in each cut, the cuts running from the back to the front horizontally. Even though I knew the mud would ruin my suede thigh high boots, I'd brought them and decided my outfit needed the boots. That my sneakers just wouldn't do. 

"You're not putting on any underwear?" Sheena gives a fake gasp of conservatism. 

I laugh. "Nope." I pop the p and shrug. 

"Fitz will lose his mind." Flora gushes. 

I roll my eyes. "Screw Fitz." I say and both of them cock a brow. 

"He's clearly only down for groupies." I say. 

"Girl..you've been flicking your bean to that man for years." Flora argues and I roll my eyes. 

"Well...I'm not going to waste the entire festival drooling over him while he sticks his dick in random fans." I say , trying to convince myself more than I am them. 

"Uh huh, whatever." Sheena says and I sigh. 

I pull my hair up into a high pony since the night was becoming humid from the heat and the previous bought of rain that had shown before we got here. 

The shirt dress I'd tailored for myself was low cut, and I put on a silver thin chain necklace, that had two long chains that dangled down, resting between my breasts and the bottom of the chains resting right below my breasts with two little skulls dangling from them. 

"Let's fucking go." I say with an ehtusiastic clap of my hands. 

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We're standing in the crowd, smack in the middle towards the front, about ten bodies back from the metal gate seperating the stage and the crowd , catching the end of Paraphenalia's set, and they were right, the guys were hot. 

"That guitar player is totally eye fucking us" Flora squeals. 

I laugh and turn and lean into her ear. "That's a bass babe" I tease her and she rolls her eyes.

"Kay!" she yells. "Well they look the same!" she argues and I laugh. 

As the singer talks, saying their thanks you to the crowd, a red pair of panties is thrown on stage , catching on his microphone stand and we laugh looking for the culprit, who we all find when she's bouncing up and down screaming her i love yous to the band shirtless in a matching bra. I laugh and the crowd cheers. A few handsy men reach out and touch her tits as if she's offering. The singer yells at the guys to get their hands off, warning them he'll kick them out of the festival entirely. Females and men cheer for him. 

I feel the people around us move around behind us and then I feel a pair of hands at my hips and spin around ready to slap the stranger in the face when I'm met with the beautiful bastard Fitz Saint and his stupid blue eyes and hor lips smirking at me. 

"Wanna come back stage for the show?" he asks us and the girls nod before I can even decline. Fitz grins at me, knowing I can't decline now. 

"You guys go on ahead, the guys will get you up there." Fitz says nodding them off as the excuse themselves through the mass of bodies to make their way with the vip passes around their necks, Sheena hands me mine before she walks off and I take it and put it around my neck. 

The singer on stage is telling a little story about their last song, how it's the one that got them their fame, yadda yadda. Fitz brings his hands back to my hips as he stands behind me.

"You look hot as fuck Laney." he says into my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine and making my toes curl in my boots.

"And you dont have any fucking panties on." he says, growling low in my ear as his fingers play at the cut holes in the sides of my dress. 

I grab his hands and shove them off my hips, no matter how fucking good his big strong hands feel on me. 

"Laney." he says, his voice trying to give a sound of reason. 

"I didnt fuck her." he says and I turn slightly, looking over my shoulder and glaring at him. 

"I dont care if you did or not. What you do isn't my business Fitz." I say and turn back around as the band starts to play, and I can feel the music inmy body, the loud vibrations of the speakers sending the sound waves everywhere around, into every body in the crown, into the ground and up through our feet. 

"Then what's the problem?" he asks in my ear. 

"Theres not one." I yell over my shoulder over the music. 

"Then let me touch you." he says in my ear as his hands come back to my hips, and I feel him pull me back against his cock , brushing it against my ass and grinding into me. 

I stop him and turn and face him and he looks down at me. 

"You did SOMETHING with her." I say. 

"Thought you didnt care?" he asks loudly with a smirk. 

I glare my eyes and then roll them and go to walk off and he grabs me and pulls me back to him, wrapping his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder with my back to his front. 

"She gave me head." he says. I fight against his hold.

"The whole time I thought of you...I wanted you....I couldnt find you." he says. 

"How romantic" I yell back at him and shove his hands from torso, but he wraps them back. I spin and push at his chest, but he's still got one arm wrapped around my back and the other grabs my cheeks, my jaw in his palm as he dips down and lays a kiss on me. 

God damnit. 

My instinct is to pull away, but that instint fucking runs like a little bitch as Fitz puts his mouth on mine in the middle of the crowd, and nobody is paying attention, maybe a few, but his tongue parts my mouth and I let a traitorous moan escape my lips as I let myself be tamed by that fucking mouth of his. 

"fuck you" I murmur against his mouth. The bastard grins and kisses me again and his hand reaches down behind me, over my ass as we make out in the crowd. The buzz of my beer, the buzz of the adrenaline in the crowd, and the lust in my god damn veins, has me melting against him. 

I gasp into his mouth as his hand reaches down the middle of my ass and up the back of the t shirt dress. I jerk back.

"Go with it Laney" he says and kisses me again and I feel his finger slip along my ass crack and then down and he pushes his fingertip against my center, groaning into my mouth. 

"That for me Laney?" he asks when he finds my center wet and I whimper as his finger pushes into me slowly and I gasp, and look around, but the bodies are so closely packed that what he's doing is hidden to anyone around us other than those closest to us, and they're all looking at the stage. 

"Is it Laney?" he asks in my ear. "Is this wet pussy for me?" 

I gasp as his finger goes deeper and he groans in my ear. 

"I know it's for me" he groans in my ear. 

His finger slips out and comes around the front, slipping back up dress and I spread my legs slightly and I feel the smirk at my ear. 

"That's it Laney....let me finger this pussy for you" he says and then bites my neck gently with a groan as his hand is between my legs, his finger sinking up into me. I bury my face in his neck as I grip his shirt and can't believe I'm letting him finger me in a crowd of thousands of people. 

The song is maybe halfway through, and his finger fucks me to the beat of the music and I bite his shoulder through his shirt as I let out a cry that can't be heard as his finger curls inside me. I look to the side a girl and guy watching , unable to see exactly, but it's clear that I'm getting off, and I close my eyes, turning my eyes away, to fucking far gone and close to cumming to stop him or the show we're giving to the two people watching us as they sing along to the music. 

"Fitz!" I cry his name as my legs spread even wider, my boots pushing into the mud as he groans. 

"Cum Laney" he growls in my ear. 

"Fucking cum for me" he says as his thumb swipes up over my clit and I feel my legs quiver and I almost collapse at the new overwhelming pleasure. 

"I got you Laney" he says, his other arm still around my back, holding me up and holding me to him. 

"that's it" he encourages me in my ear as I let out a loud cry, my head going back as his hand thrusts between my legs, a single finger bringing me to fucking oblivion as I cum in the middle of a fucking concert while the last line of the song is sang and the last chords belt through the air. Fitz is still pumping his finger against my g spot as I cum, feeling my arousal soak his hand and drip down my thighs as I almost collapse again. A tiny cry leaves me as the music goes out, but the crow errupts and Fitz slides his finger slowly out of my pussy and then grabs my ass, his other hand sliding up my back and bringing my head to his chest and holding me to him as I tremble in the post orgasm bliss that has my knees knocking together as my slick thighs now stick together. 

"I wont touch anyone else Laney...I promise." he says in my ear. I just nod against his chest as I shake and he kisses my temple. 

"This weekend...it's just you...alright?" he asks. 

I swallow and nod. Just this weekend. Right. That's what this was. A fling. Even though my heart was cracking slightly at the promise of it just being for the weekend. 

"Let's get you back stage." he says and slips an arm around me, helping me walk on my quivering legs.