I was leaning against the counter at Abby’s place, arms crossed over my black tank, neon cargos hanging loose but ready for whatever the night threw at me. The goofy rave glasses sat perched on my head like some kind of crown. Then Kelcy walked in—and everything else just fucking disappeared.
She looked like pure fire. Blonde waves still damp from the shower, skin shimmering under the kitchen lights like she’d rolled in glitter and come out glowing. That black lace bra was bedazzled to hell, with rhinestones catching every scrap of light, and I could clearly see the outline of her nipple piercing pressing against the fabric. Her custom booty shorts clung to her ass so tight the word “NAUGHTY” sparkled in rhinestones right at eye level. When she turned slightly, I caught the smiley-face tattoo peeking out above her crack, and those little bowtie tats on her inner thighs framed everything like a personal invitation. Fuck, she knew exactly what she was doing.
She caught me staring and hit me with that smirk. We’d been texting flirty shit for weeks, building this slow-burn tension, and now here she was, looking like she wanted to eat me alive. I grinned back, cocky as hell, because we both already knew where this night was going.
We piled into Tyler’s Sprinter van. He drove, Marcus rode shotgun, and Abby and Elise were in the middle row making out like the world was ending. Kelcy and I claimed the back bench. Perfect. The bass from the playlist thumped hard, windows down, the air thick with weed and raw anticipation. I cracked open the Fireball and passed it to her. She took a long swig, throat working smoothly, then handed it back. Our thighs pressed together, knees bumping every time we hit a pothole. I let my hand rest on her bare leg, thumb tracing slow circles over one of those bowtie tattoos. Her skin felt warm and impossibly soft. She didn’t pull away—instead she leaned in closer, already buzzing from the vibe between us.
The parking lot was pure chaos: cars jammed everywhere, people hyped, music leaking from the festival grounds. I leaned close, breath hot against her ear. “Ready to lose our minds out there?” She nodded, eyes sparkling, pressing her body against mine for a second like a promise.
Inside the gates, the bass rolled through my chest like a second heartbeat. The crowd was electric—lights flashing, bodies everywhere—and Kelcy was right there with me, eyes wide, skin flushed pink from the heat and excitement, grinding against me like she couldn’t get close enough. She threw her arms around my neck, body flush to mine. “This feels fucking incredible,” she whispered, hips rolling into me. “Everything’s so alive.”
I kissed her hard—tongue deep, messy, hands roaming everywhere. I grabbed her ass, squeezed until I felt the tattoo under my palm, then slipped my fingers under her shorts, tracing that slick, wet seam. She moaned into my mouth, loud and shameless, pushing back into my touch like she’d been waiting for it all night.
We danced like that for hours—grinding, groping, lost in the lights and the drops. My dick strained painfully against my cargos, throbbing every time she rolled her hips. The music, the crowd, the way she looked at me—it was all building, no holding back. I couldn’t take it anymore.
She grabbed my face, lips right at my ear. “I need your dick inside me. Right fucking now.”
Done. I pulled her through the crowd, past the porta-potties, and behind some tents where the shadows swallowed the light. The bass still thumped through the ground, vibrating up my legs. I pushed her against the chain-link fence—the metal cold against her back—and kissed her again while I yanked her shorts down just enough.
She was soaked. Slickness shone on her inner thighs, strands clinging as I pulled the fabric aside. I dropped to my knees, buried my face between her legs, and licked one long stripe up her slit. She cried out, legs shaking. I worked my tongue over her clit, then pushed inside, tasting how fucking wet she was for me.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” I groaned against her, the vibrations making her buck harder into my mouth.
I stood up, shoved my cargos down. My cock sprang free—thick, hard, already leaking at the tip. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slow, eyes hungry. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Please.”
I spun her around, bent her over, and lined up. One hard thrust and I was buried deep—tight, hot, stretching around me. She moaned loudly, the sound swallowed by the music. I fucked her fast and hard—hips slapping against her ass, wet smacks echoing in the dark. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, squelching with every thrust, juices dripping down her thighs onto the gravel. My balls slapped her clit over and over, jolting us both.
She pushed back into me, ass jiggling, those bowties flexing with every movement. I reached around, pinched her pierced nipple through the lace—she gasped sharply. My other hand found her clit, rubbing fast circles while I pounded deeper.
“I’m gonna come,” she panted. “Don’t stop… fuck… don’t stop—”
She exploded. Her pussy clenched hard around me, gushing, soaking my balls. She screamed my name, legs trembling violently.
That pushed me over. I groaned, thrusts turning erratic. “I’m gonna fill you up.” I slammed in deep one last time and came—hot spurts flooding her, pulsing inside as I emptied everything.
I pulled out slow. Our mixed cum leaked out in creamy drips down her thighs. We stood there panting, sweaty, wrecked, both grinning like idiots.
“Best first rave ever,” she whispered, turning to kiss me slow and filthy.
I laughed against her lips. “Night’s still young, baby.”
I waited a beat, then dropped to one knee in the dark, glasses pushed up. I buried my face again, lapping up the mess—creamy, salty, tasting like both of us. My tongue moved slow along her folds, sucking gently, collecting every drop that slid down her thighs. She whimpered, overstimulated, clit pulsing under my lips. I finished with a soft kiss right on it—she jolted hard.
“There,” I said, standing up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning. “No evidence. Good to go.”
She laughed, breathless, fixing her shorts and bra. Her skin still glowed from the adrenaline and us. I grabbed her hand, fingers laced tight.
“C’mon. Zeds Dead is dropping soon. Gotta be upfront.”
Her eyes lit up—our favorite. We pushed back through the crowd, bodies brushing, drawn straight to the main stage.
The crowd thickened, bass rumbling harder. We squeezed to the rail, packed in tight. Lights snapped off. Blackout. One deep bass tone hummed up through my sneakers and into my bones. Kelcy moaned, head falling back against my shoulder, hips rocking instinctively.
“Fuck…” she breathed.
The stage exploded—lasers slashing, fire cannons roaring, pyros crackling. The lights, the flames, the crowd’s energy—it all hit like a wave, colors bleeding, everything alive and electric. I turned her so her back pressed to my chest, her ass grinding slow circles against me. I was already hard again.
I slid my hand down her shorts, found her soaked pussy, and rubbed slow circles over her clit before dipping two fingers inside, curling them just right. She gasped and ground harder against my hand. Her own hand reached back, slipped into my cargos, and wrapped around my cock—squeezing, stroking in time with the beat, twisting at the head where I leaked.
“Goddamn, Kelcy… you’re gonna make me cum in my pants,” I growled, fingers pumping faster, thumb pressing her clit.
We didn’t care who saw. Lights, fire, bass, pure heat—it all crashed together. She rode my hand hard while she jerked me, the crowd losing its mind around us.
Best fucking night.
And the set was just peaking.
To be continued…