“Mike, mate, you’re going to love this!” Zander grinned at me from the driver’s seat, drumming his hands on the steering wheel in time with the music blasting from the speakers.
I adjusted my glasses and looked out at the muddy field we were turning into. Cars and vans of every description were parked haphazardly across the grass, and in the distance I could see the stages and tents of the festival site.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “Looks great.”
This was my first festival. My first anything, really. I’d been home-schooled until I was eighteen, and even though I’d started uni in September, just two months ago, I was what you might call insular. Zander was my flatmate, and he’d taken it upon himself to drag me out of my shell. Apparently, that meant dragging me to a music festival in the middle of October.
“There’s Kay’s car,” Zander said, pointing to a battered old Volvo estate that had seen better days. Maybe better decades. “I’ll park near her, and we can all camp together.”
As we pulled up, I saw a girl leaning against the Volvo, smoking. She had an undercut with black hair falling over one side of her face, and she was wearing ripped jeans and battered Converse that looked like they’d walked through several continents. A baggy band t-shirt completed the look.
“Zander!” she called out, pushing off from the car. “About fucking time!”
“Traffic was a nightmare,” Zander said, climbing out. “Kay, this is Mike. My flatmate from uni, Mike, Kay.”
Kay looked me up and down, taking in my casual shirt over a t-shirt, my clean jeans, and my nervous expression. A slow grin spread across her face.
“First festival?”
“That obvious?”
“Little bit.” She flicked ash from her cigarette. “Don’t worry, virgin. We’ll be gentle with you.”
My face went hot. “I’m not… I mean, I’ve just never been to a festival before.”
“That’s what I said: festival virgin.” Her grin widened. “Come on then, let’s get your tent up before it gets dark.”
Two more cars pulled up, and suddenly there was a whole group. There was Jake, tall with dreadlocks, who gave me an easy grin and a fist bump. His girlfriend Mel had bright purple hair and multiple piercings. Then there was Sophie, who seemed quieter than the rest, with dark eyes and a nose ring. And Dom, who immediately started taking the piss out of Zander for being late despite arriving after him.
As the others chatted, I got my tent out of Zander’s car. I’d bought it second-hand, and the instructions were missing. The whole group stood around offering conflicting advice whilst I tried to figure out which pole went where.
“No, no, that bit goes through the sleeve,” Kay said, barely containing her laughter. “Have you never put up a tent before?”
“No,” I admitted, wrestling with the fabric.
“Jesus Christ.” Jake shook his head. “You really are new to this.”
“I’ve never camped before,” I explained, feeling my face burn.
“That explains everything,” Mel said, but not unkindly. “Here, let me help.”
Between Mel and Kay, they got my tent standing. Sort of. It looked distinctly lopsided, but it was up.
The afternoon was a blur of new experiences. We headed into the festival site as a group. We watched a few bands, the music so loud my chest vibrated with each bass drop. I found myself wincing more than once, and Kay caught me.
“Too loud for you, virgin?” she shouted over the noise, her eyes dancing with amusement.
“It’s fine!” I shouted back, trying to look like I was enjoying myself.
She just grinned and turned back to the stage.
At one of the bars, I offered to get a round, not realising that a pint cost nearly eight quid.
“Fuck me, did you not bring your own booze?” Jake asked, staring at the price board.
“Was I supposed to?”
The group erupted in laughter again. Zander clapped me on the shoulder. “You sneak it in, mate. In your bag, in water bottles, whatever. Buying it here is amateur hour.”
Despite the constant teasing, despite feeling like I was doing everything wrong, there was something exciting about it all. The energy of the crowd, the music thumping through the ground, the freedom of being somewhere totally different. And the group was fun, even if they were taking the piss.
By early evening, the sky was darkening, and so were the clouds.
“Looks like rain,” Zander said, squinting up at the sky.
“It’s October,” Kay said, lighting another cigarette. “Of course it’s going to rain. That’s why I’m sleeping in the car.”
The rain started around nine. The wind picked up, too, howling across the field. We retreated to the camping area. Jake and Mel disappeared to their tent, Dom to his. Sophie, Zander, Kay, and I ended up in Zander’s tent, which was bigger than the others.
“Come on,” Zander said. “Bring the booze. We can ride out the storm in here.”
Someone produced a bottle of rum, and Zander pulled out a joint.
“You smoke?” he asked me.
“I’ve never…” I started.
“Of course you haven’t,” Kay said, grinning. “Virgin strikes again.”
“I’ll try it,” I said, feeling defensive.
The joint went round. When it got to me, I took a drag and immediately started coughing, which sent everyone into fits of laughter.
“Easy there,” Kay said, taking it from me. “Small hits.”
The second attempt went better. By the third time it came round, I was starting to feel pleasantly fuzzy, the edges of the world softening. The rum was warm in my chest, and I was feeling more relaxed than I had all day.
We sat there for a while, drinking and smoking, listening to the rain hammer down on the tent. The conversation flowed easily.
Around eleven, Kay stubbed out the joint and stretched. “Right, I’m knackered. Going to bed.”
“Lightweight,” Sophie said, but she was smiling.
“Fuck off. Some of us have been up since three in the morning to get here from Exeter.” Kay crawled towards the tent entrance. “Night, losers.”
“Night, Kay,” we chorused.
After she left, the conversation continued for a while. But gradually I noticed Zander and Sophie were sitting closer together. His hand was on her knee. She was leaning into him, her head nearly on his shoulder.
“So anyway,” Sophie was saying, but her voice was softer now, her eyes on Zander.
Zander’s hand moved higher up her thigh.
I suddenly felt very much in the way. “I’m going to head to bed,” I said, perhaps too loudly.
“Yeah?” Zander said, but he wasn’t really looking at me. His attention was on Sophie.
“Yeah. Night.”
“Night, mate.”
I scrambled out of the tent into the rain, which had somehow gotten even heavier. I stood there for a moment, rain immediately soaking through my shirt, and turned towards my tent.
Or where my tent should have been.
The wind had picked up massively, and my tent, which had been questionable at best, was gone. I could see it in the distance, tumbling across the field like some kind of nylon tumbleweed.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
My sleeping bag was soaked where it had been dragged through the mud. My rucksack had tipped over. I was drenched, cold, and had absolutely nowhere to sleep.
I stood there in the rain, trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do. I really didn’t want to go back to Zander’s tent, not with what was clearly about to happen in there. Try to find my tent in this weather? Sleep in Zander’s car?
“Mike!”
I turned. Kay was leaning out of the back of her Volvo, the door open.
“Did your tent just fuck off?”
“Yeah,” I called back miserably.
“Get over here then. Quick, before you drown. You can sleep in the car.”
I grabbed my soaked rucksack and stumbled over to the Volvo, shivering violently. Kay had the back seats folded down flat, and there was a chaotic nest of blankets, duvets, and pillows spread across the space. It looked warm. It looked dry, almost like a nest.
“Strip,” Kay said.
I froze. “What?”
“Your clothes, virgin. You’re soaking wet. I’m not having you drip all over my bed. Chuck them in the front seat.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah.”
I stood there awkwardly, very aware that she was watching me. The back of the car had a little light on, enough to see by, and I could feel my face burning as I started unbuttoning my shirt with numb fingers.
“Come on, I’m not going to watch you all night. I’m tired.”
I peeled off my soaked shirt and t-shirt, dropping them in the passenger seat with a wet squelch. My jeans were plastered to my legs, and it took some awkward hopping and tugging to get them off. Finally, I was standing there in just my boxers, shivering, my glasses fogged up from the rain and steam.
“Boxers too,” Kay said. “They’re wet.”
“I don’t have… I mean, I haven’t got anything else to wear.”
She looked through her bag, rummaging around, then shrugged. “Neither do I. Nothing that’ll fit you anyway. Just sleep nude then. I’m not having wet clothes in here.”
My face went even hotter, if that was possible. “Really?”
“It’s not like I haven’t seen a naked bloke before, virgin. Come on, I’m freezing with the door open.”
I turned away slightly, feeling incredibly self-conscious, and stripped off my boxers. I was very aware of how scrawny I was. I climbed into the back of the car as quickly as I could, my hands instinctively covering myself.
The space was narrow, barely enough for two people lying side by side. Kay was already in her sleeping spot, wearing a baggy t-shirt and what looked like sleep shorts. She’d claimed the side against the car wall, leaving me the side by the door.
I awkwardly arranged myself on the makeshift bed, pulling a blanket up to my chest as I shivered. “Ground rules,” Kay said, reaching up to flick off the light. “No funny business. We’re just sleeping. You stay on your side, and I stay on mine. Got it?”
“Got it,” I said quickly, my voice coming out higher than I intended. “Thank you. Really. I didn’t know what I was going to do.”
“Yeah, well. Couldn’t let you freeze to death at your first festival. Zander would never forgive me.” I heard her shifting, getting comfortable. “Night, virgin.”
“Night.”
I lay there in the darkness, listening to the storm. I could hear the rain hammering on the metal roof of the car and could hear the wind howling outside. But inside it was warm and dry. Kay was close. Very close. I tried to stay as far on my side as possible, not wanting to accidentally touch her.
The weed and rum had left me pleasantly fuzzy, and combined with the warmth and comfort after being freezing and soaked, I felt myself starting to drift.
I must have been hovering on the edge of sleep when I felt movement beside me. Kay is shifting, rolling over towards me. And then I felt her hand on my chest, warm through the blanket.
“Mike?” Her voice was soft in the darkness. “You awake?”
My breath caught. “Yeah.”
There was a pause. Her hand moved, sliding lower down my chest, over the blanket. My heart hammered.
“Do you want to fuck?” Kay asked.
My brain short-circuited. For a moment, I couldn’t process the words. “What?”
“You heard me.” Her hand was lower now, moving towards my stomach. “Do you want to fuck?”
“I… I don’t… I mean…”
Her hand slipped under the blanket, finding bare skin. I gasped as I felt her fingers brush against my cock. I was already hard; I had been since the moment she touched my chest. “Fuck, you’re already hard.”
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Her hand wrapped around me, and I made an involuntary sound.
“I’ll take that as a yes then,” Kay murmured.
Her hand started moving, stroking slowly. I’d touched myself before, obviously, but this was completely different. Her hand was smaller and softer, her grip different, and knowing it was someone else made every sensation overwhelmingly intense.
“Fuck,” I breathed. I tried to relax, but my whole body was tense, every muscle tight. It felt incredible.
“You’re really fucking tense,” Kay said. “Breathe, virgin.”
I tried to breathe. Tried to make this last. But I was already embarrassingly close, pleasure building fast and hot.
Kay’s hand moved a bit faster, twisting slightly on the upstroke, and I groaned. My hips jerked up into her hand involuntarily.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck, yes.”
She kept that motion, that twist, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Too close. Too fast.
“I’m going to…” I gasped. “Fuck, I’m going to…”
And then I was cumming, pleasure crashing over me in waves. I felt cum shooting out, hot and sticky, coating her hand and my stomach. It went everywhere, more than I expected, and I heard Kay make a surprised sound.
“Fuck,” she said. “That was quick.”
I lay there panting, mortification flooding through me along with the afterglow. “Sorry, I haven’t …”
“Hang on.” She pulled her hand away, and I heard her wiping it on something. “Have you never actually done this before? Like, ever?”
My face burnt in the darkness. “No.”
There was a pause. “You’re an actual virgin. Like, not just festival virgin. Actual virgin.”
“Yes.”
Another pause. Then she laughed, but not meanly. “That figures. Jesus. I just gave a virgin his first handjob in the back of my car.”
“Sorry,” I said again, feeling miserable.
“Stop apologising.” Her hand found me again, and I jumped. “You made a proper mess, though. Got it all over yourself.”
She was wiping my stomach with what felt like a t-shirt, cleaning up the cum. Her hand was gentle, almost clinical, but the intimacy of it made my breath catch.
“Right,” Kay said when she’d finished. “Your turn.”
“My turn?”
“To touch me, idiot.” I felt her grab my hand in the darkness. “You think this is one-way?”
Before I could respond, she was guiding my hand down. Under the waistband of her sleep shorts. And then lower. I felt heat and wetness and realised where I was touching.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed.
“There you go.” Kay’s voice was slightly breathless now. “Feel that?”
I did. My fingers were touching her pussy, feeling how wet she was, how warm. It was overwhelming, completely different from anything I’d imagined.
“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I admitted, my voice shaking.
“I’ll teach you.” Her hand over mine, guiding. She moved my fingers up slightly. “This is my clit. That’s what you want to focus on. Slow circles, yeah? Not too hard. Just… yeah, like that.”
I tried to follow her instructions, my fingers moving in circles over that small, sensitive bud. Kay made a soft sound, and I felt her hips shift slightly.
“That’s good,” she breathed. “Bit faster. Good. You’re getting it.”
Her hand left mine, letting me work on my own. I focused on her reactions, trying to read what she liked. When she made a pleased sound, I tried to keep doing whatever had caused it. When she shifted, I adjusted.
It was fascinating, learning her body like this. Feeling her get wetter under my touch, hearing her breathing change.
“Little lower,” she said after a while. “Push your fingers inside me.”
I moved my hand lower, finding her entrance. Slowly, carefully, I pushed two fingers inside. She was so slick and so warm, and the feeling was incredible.
“Fuck yes,” Kay breathed. “Now finger me whilst you rub my clit with your thumb.”
It was awkward trying to coordinate both movements, but I did my best. My fingers pumped whilst my thumb worked her clit, finding a rhythm.
“That’s it,” Kay gasped. “Fuck, that’s good.”
I kept going, my confidence growing with each pleased sound she made. My cock was starting to harden again, pressing against the blanket, responding to her reactions. Her hips were rocking now, grinding against my hand. I could tell she was enjoying it; I could feel her pussy getting even wetter around my fingers.
But then she was pulling my hand away, and I heard rustling in the darkness.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Taking my clothes off,” Kay said. There was more rustling, fabric moving. “Can’t fuck properly with clothes on.”
My heart stopped. “We’re going to…?”
“Well, yeah. That’s kind of the point.” There was more movement, and then she was grabbing my hand again. “Here.”
She guided my hand to her chest, and I felt bare skin. Soft curves. My fingers brushed over her nipple, and she made a pleased sound.
“Now. I’m going to get on top, yeah? There’s not much room in here, and it’s easier if I control things.”
“Okay,” I managed.
I felt her move, felt her straddling me. In the darkness I could only sense her, could feel her thighs on either side of my hips, and could feel the heat of her body above mine. Then I felt her hand on my cock, positioning it, and then heat and pressure as she started to sink down onto me.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped as Kay sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch, and I thought I might die from how good it felt. Finally she was fully seated, both of us breathing hard.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck, yes. That feels…”
“Good?”
“Amazing. Incredible.”
“Just wait,” Kay said, a slight chuckle in her voice at my reaction.
She started to move. Lifted herself up and then sank back down, establishing a slow rhythm. I gripped her hips, not really knowing what else to do, just feeling the incredible sensation of being inside her, of her body moving on mine.
“Fuck, Mike,” Kay breathed. “You feel good.”
She started riding me faster, her hips rolling. I
I was in heaven. This was actually happening. Kay was fucking me in the back of her car, and it was the best thing I’d ever felt.
But then there was a thud.
“Fuck!” Kay swore.
“What’s wrong?”
“Hit my fucking head on the roof,” she said, sounding frustrated. She’d stopped moving. “Hang on.”
She shifted, trying a different position, lifting and lowering more carefully. But then there was another thud, softer this time.
“Bollocks,” she muttered. “This isn’t working.”
She leaned forward, lying down on top of me so her face was near mine. Her breasts pressed against my chest, soft and warm. She started moving her hips again, grinding down onto me.
This was better. She wasn’t hitting her head anymore. But after a minute or so, I could tell something still wasn’t right. The angle was off, and Kay’s movements were getting frustrated.
“This isn’t… fuck,” she muttered. “Hang on.”
She pulled off me, and I felt the loss immediately. “Roll over. On your side.”
We awkwardly manoeuvred in the cramped space until we were both on our sides, me behind her. Kay pressed her arse back against me. I pushed forward, and she yelped, “Not that hole!” as she reached back, pulling my cock forward to her pussy once more, and I pushed back inside her.
“There,” she breathed. “That’s better.”
It was better. Much better. I started thrusting, my hips pumping, and Kay moaned.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck yes. Like that.”
I found a rhythm, fucking her from behind. My arm was around her, and I didn’t know what to do with my hand until Kay grabbed it and placed it on her breast.
“Play with my tits,” she said. “Squeeze them.”
I did, my hand cupping her breast, feeling the softness, the weight of it. Her nipple was hard under my palm, and I squeezed and rolled it between my fingers.
“Harder,” Kay gasped.
I squeezed harder and pinched her nipple, and she moaned. My other hand was trapped under us, but I managed to snake it down, finding the space between her legs.
“Touch my clit,” Kay said, her voice breathy. “Rub it whilst you fuck me.”
I found that sensitive area with my fingers, remembering what she’d taught me. Slow circles. I rubbed whilst I thrust, and Kay’s breathing got faster.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck, yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”
I kept going, finding my rhythm. Fucking her whilst I played with her nipple and rubbed her clit. The car was filled with sounds: our breathing, the wet sounds of sex, and the creaking of the suspension.
“Fuck,” Kay moaned. “Keep going. Right there. Fuck.”
I was getting more confident now, understanding what she liked. I kept my rhythm steady and kept my fingers moving on her clit in those circles. Her whole body was tensing against mine.
“I’m close,” Kay gasped. “Fuck, I’m close. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”
I was trying my hardest to keep the same rhythm, the same pressure. Kay’s pussy was clenching around me, her breathing ragged.
And then she was crying out, her body shaking, her pussy spasming around my cock. I felt her orgasm rippling through her and felt her whole body tense and then relax. “Fuck,” Kay breathed when it was over, her voice shaky. “That was… fuck.”
My cock was still hard inside her, throbbing, aching. I was close too, but I didn’t want to just start pounding away. Didn’t know if that was what I was supposed to do.
“Did you cum?” Kay asked.
“Not yet.”
“Good. That means we can keep going.” I could hear the smile in her voice. She pulled away from me, and I felt my cock slip out. “But I need a minute.”
I heard her moving in the darkness, adjusting position. Then I felt her hand on my cock again, and then her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped.
Kay was sucking me, her mouth hot and wet around my cock. In the cramped space she had to be at an awkward angle, but she managed, taking me deep before pulling back to swirl her tongue around the head.
“Kay,” I moaned.
She was slow and thorough. Her tongue traced patterns on my cock, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit. It felt incredible but different from before. Not as urgently building, more like she was keeping me right on that edge, licking along my length, taking me deep again. Her hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
She did this for several minutes, alternating between sucking me deep and pulling off to catch her breath, keeping me hard and aching. I was floating in sensation, every nerve ending alight.
Finally she pulled off completely. “Ready for more?” she asked, her voice husky.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck, yes.”
“Good. Get on top this time. Show me what you’ve got, virgin.”
I moved as she lay back, positioning myself between her legs. I could barely see her in the darkness, just the pale shape of her body. I found her entrance with my cock without her help and pushed inside.
“Fuck,” we both gasped simultaneously as I started thrusting, trying to remember everything I’d learnt. Kay’s legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper.
Kay’s hands were on my back, her nails digging in slightly. “That’s it,” she breathed. “Fuck me.” I thrust harder, more confidently. The car was really squeaking now, the suspension creaking with each movement. Kay’s moans were getting louder.
I shifted my angle slightly, trying to find what had worked when I was behind her. Kay’s hand moved between us, and I realised she was touching herself, rubbing her clit whilst I fucked her.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “I’m going to… fuck, I’m close again.”
I was close too. Had been teetering on the edge since the blowjob. I thrust harder, faster, chasing my release.
“Yes,” Kay moaned. “Yes, fuck, yes.”
Her pussy started clenching around me, spasming, and I knew she was cumming again. The feeling of her orgasm, her body shaking beneath mine, pushed me over the edge.
I thrust hard one more time, and then I was cumming, pleasure exploding through me. I felt myself pulsing inside her, filling her, my whole body shaking with the intensity of it.
I collapsed on top of her, both of us gasping for breath. My whole body was trembling, overwhelmed.
“Fuck,” I breathed against her neck.
“Yeah,” Kay agreed. Her hand stroked my back. “Fuck.”
We lay there for a moment, my cock still inside her, both of us catching our breath. Finally, I pulled out and rolled to the side; both of us squeezed into the narrow space.
“That was…” I started, then stopped. I didn’t have words.
“Not bad for your first time, virgin,” Kay said. I could hear the smile in her voice. “Not bad at all.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I mean… I don’t know what I mean.”
“Stop thanking me. I wanted to fuck you. You wanted to fuck me. Everyone wins.” She shifted, pulling a blanket over both of us. “Now shut up and go to sleep. We’ve got another day of festival tomorrow, and then maybe we can do this again tomorrow night.”
“Right. “Yeah,” I agreed, dumbstruck that she had so casually said we could be fucking again so soon.
My first festival. Definitely memorable.
