Sweet, Sweet Music

I headed in to the tent, grabbed a bottle of Jack, a bottle of cola and three plastic cups. I handed the cups out and started pouring the Jack before adding a slight colour with the cola. "Place your bets; what time do you reckon he'll get back here? I say 11.30." Guy bet 12 and Rich answered 'tomorrow,' which had us all laughing again. There had been times in our non-festival celebrations where he'd wake up in the evening and ask for his breakfast, so it was a possibility.

The time passed, the tunes played and the sun shone. It was a great way to start the day. At around 12.15 a bit of a fuss started kicking up with a lot of wolf whistles, shouts and laughter. We stood up to see Jas walking our way, his sleeping bag wrapped around him, and a greasy paper bag in one hand. He did not look happy. "Which one of you cunts left me in the arse-end of anywhere with only a sleeping bag to wear??" I raised my hand, "But I did buy you breakfast, which is more than you'd do for me." He walked up to me, practically nose to nose and threw his arms around me in a friendly hug "You bastard -- that was brilliant, but cannot go unpunished..." Then his sleeping bag dropped to the ground and I was suddenly being hugged by a naked man.

Rich took a three-step run up and slapped Jas's naked buttock at which point he let go of me, howling, and then stooped to pick up his sleeping bag and scurry into the tent. When he emerged (thankfully dressed now) there was a cup of Jack and Coke waiting for him, which he was keen to pour down his neck. He tucked into his breakfast, drooling yolk and ketchup down his chin before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and licking it clean. He was not equipped with the best table manners...

We looked at our festival guides, specifically the page with the line-ups and discussed who we wanted to see, what time they were on and what to do in the gaps when there was nobody decent on. It worked out that a lot of the day would be in the alternative tent because it was a ska/punk day, but we would be heading to the main stage when the Specials were on at 5.30pm. It looked like a good day, and it would hopefully be enough to motivate us in future years to get our shit together in time.

We had a few more drinks, knowing that we would not be able to take our own into the arena and then set off. We joked as we headed to the queue into the arena, something that had not been there last night and was slowing things down was the check point. Anyone taking a bag in was searched, people were being patted down, and the sponsors were gouging people's eyes out at the bars.

We made it through the pat-downs and assembled on the other side. We looked around the arena; people were crowded everywhere, there were stages in all directions and each had its own crowd gathered in front. From the unsigned stage with about forty people most likely waiting to see their friends play, to the main stage with the swarm of thousands, waiting to see some of the top bands in the world.

There was also a comedy tent, a karaoke bar and the signings tent where adoring fans would queue for hours, hoping to meet their musical idols and maybe share a few significant thoughts. Or in the case of most of them, babble like crazy people about how they are meant to be together and their world is nothing without the overpaid pompous prick they fantasise about.

We walked over to the alternative tent and got there just as the first band was picking up their instruments and greeting the crowd. The tent was about half full, as some fairly unknown band took to the stage and started to play. The music was good; a lively beat, a strong brass section and infectious rhythms. It wasn't long before the crowd started to bounce along and join in the choruses. I think it was safe to say this band would be welcome here again.

For the next few hours we saw one great band after another, some of which we knew, some of which we would be searching for on Monday when we got home to find free tracks, CDs or gigs. I got to the stage where I wanted to stay and dance, but I needed to pee. Something had to take priority and knew that dancing with a wet patch on the front of my shorts might look rock and roll to some, but to most it just looked 'alky'. I told Guy I had to drain the lizard, and made my way to the toilets.

As I came out relieved and a couple of pounds lighter, I scanned the crowds to get my bearings back to the alternative tent and my heart stopped. I had seen her! She was wearing a purple vest top, with horizontal cuts up the back and a short denim skirt with flip-flops. I pushed through the crowd and followed, well, stalked her. She was headed for the Indie stage, on her own. I kept track of her, and had to keep reminding myself that she would not be able to hear me breathe from this distance, so I could keep doing it.

She got into the tent and looked at the stage while some band unknown to me, but clearly important to her, was playing a song I'd never heard before, but would now never forget as she started to twist her hips, and bounce up and down. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I watched her gyrate through the song, her hips never resting. I felt myself growing harder as I though about how well she might be able to move when horizontal.

I snapped myself out of my trance and took a bit of a chance and stood next to her, hoping that she wouldn't move away, that she would acknowledge my existence, hell, that she might even talk to me. I remembered the bollocking I'd given myself the previous night and waited until the band finished.

I took a deep breath and tapped her on the shoulder. What the hell was I doing? I now had no way out! I had to say something... I struggled as words jumbled in my head and I temporarily forgot the entire English language. She turned to me and smiled; I was lost in that smile until it looked like it might turn into a frown. I had to think of something fast before she thought of me as a just another creepy guy.

Just as I was on the brink of panic, and about to turn, flee and kill myself somewhere, a look of recognition passed across her face; "Do you go to York St John?" I'm sure I've seen you on campus." My heart flipped. She's seen me! She's given me an in! I don't have to kill myself! Now all I had to do was construct and pronounce a sentence without stuttering or drooling and I could be home free...

"Yes, I was going to ask you the same thing, but I was suddenly struck by how beautiful your smile is." Where the hell did that come from? In my head it sounded smooth for a fraction of a second before the cheesy reality hit me. I was sure she would slap me and walk away. However, what actually happened was that she giggled and blushed. The sound was divine; it was like a choir of angels singing next to a babbling brook, with some tiny bells thrown in for good measure.

"Really?" she asked. I nodded, hoping that she wasn't toying with me. "That's about the nicest thing I've ever been told at a festival. Usually it's just drunken guys letching and groping." I took this as an opportunity to apologise for my gender and offered to buy her a drink as recompense. She took me up on it and we headed to one of the many over-priced bars.

On the way we discussed our courses at university, what bands we wanted to see today and it was easy! Why had it taken me two years to talk to this girl? She was amazing and I had wasted so much time being intimidated by her. We eventually got to the front of the bar, but that was the easy part. I stood for ten minutes as the barmen ignored me. Then she pushed in next to me; "I have a little trick I'm sure will work." She stood on the foot rail and pushed her chest forward. We were served by the next passing barman.

As we walked away, me with a £4 pint of Tuborg and her with a £3.50 bottle of Smirnoff Ice, I said, "That isn't really fair you know." "I know, but you can pee standing up." I conceded the point and checking my watch realised it was nearly time for the Specials -- luckily we both wanted to see them. I started steering us towards the main stage and into the middle of the crowd. The set kicked off with Nite Klub, and wound through an hour of 2tone classics. We both danced from the first notes. During Gangsters, our eyes met and there was a spark between us.

She grabbed my hand and wrapped it around her waist, pulling herself in front of me. I was in shock! The Girl was grinding against me whilst I was watching one of my favourite bands! I had never been a religious man, but felt that this must be bordering on a miracle. As the song ended and the band left the stage she turned to me, electricity in her eyes and put her hand on the bulge in my shorts. I started to stammer in apology, but she just kissed me and stroked her hand across my shorts.

"I think we need to get somewhere a little less public, don't you?" "Oh, hell yes!" I replied and allowed myself to be towed through the crowd by the object of my desires. We passed through the checkpoint and I continued to be towed along by her. I could swear that her pace had quickened, not that I was complaining.

It took about twenty minutes to reach her camp, and she led me straight into her tent and pushed me down on her airbed. "Camping in st..." was all I managed to say before she was kissing me again. None of the gentle, tentative stuff I had imagined the night before; this was almost furious in its passion. Her lips pressed against me, her tongue entered my mouth and entwined with mine.

I felt her hands in my short brown hair and let mine drift down her back slowly. Apparently too slowly, and she broke off the kiss and said, "If you're going to grab my arse, for fuck's sake, grab it!" I grabbed it and she groaned as I kneaded her buttocks. A few minutes later she sat up on top of me and pulled her vest over her head and unclasped her bra, letting it fall next to my head.

I pushed myself up into a seated position and buried my face in her cleavage, no longer afraid of crossing lines of breaching boundaries -- it was clear that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She guided my head to her left nipple, still running her hands through my hair, still moaning softly to herself. I kissed the small pinkish-brown bud, before letting my tongue encircle it slowly.

I applied more pressure as I licked across it now, passing from left to right, up and down and finally sucking it into my mouth. She held me tighter and groaned louder as I flickered the tip of my tongue across her nipple and then broke the contact to kiss me again. She practically tore off my t-shirt and tossed it aside. I was pushed onto my back again as she unfastened her skirt and slid it off her long legs, now lying on top of me wearing only a simple, black thong.

She kissed down my neck and onto my chest as her hands worked to unfasten the button and the zip, which came between her and what I most wanted to give her. She worked fast and soon my shorts joined the rest of our clothes at the bottom of the airbed. She continued to kiss down my chest until she was kneeling between my legs and pulling my boxer shorts down. I looked down at her and saw the anticipation in her eyes.

She slid my boxers off as well and took my cock in her hand. She looked at it as she slid her hand up and down it, almost like she was measuring the size and weight of it. I twisted my hands into her hair and guided her mouth towards it. I first felt her hot breath against me, arriving in ragged waves as her mouth moved closer. Then her tongue flickered out and made contact; my head snapped back and my toes curled. So long had I dreamt of this moment, so many times I had fantasised about it, and yet I was completely unprepared for the reality of it.

She smiled up at me, her tongue still licking slowly around the head of my cock before she lifted her mouth and encircled me with it. The sensation was almost enough to push me over the edge, and I gripped the edges of her sleeping bag as I felt myself touching the back of her throat, and her lips pressing against my balls. She held the position for a few seconds before slowly raising her head and meeting my eyes again. "Wow!" was all I could manage before she repeated the motion and started to swallow my penis again, fucking me now with her mouth.

After a few minutes I knew I couldn't last much longer like this, and reluctantly asked her to stop. I think she knew why and rolled onto her back, taking the position I had previously assumed. I was now kneeling between her legs and, with a moment's pause, peeled her thong down her legs. Her neatly trimmed pussy was glistening with her excitement and I wanted to heighten that.

I kissed the inside of her right thigh, gentle pecks, as I moved down towards her knee. I then switched to her left inner thigh and moved upwards, slowly, gently, teasing her. Then without warning, I thrust my tongue into her, as deep as I could, imitating her actions earlier as she had deep throated me. I looked up and smiled as I saw her hands squeezing her breasts, gently twisting her nipples.

I licked up her opening until I found her clitoris, which I claimed between my teeth; gently nibbling it and swirling my tongue over it. I felt her leg spasm slightly, and again as I sucked it into my mouth. The earlier sense of urgency returned as I felt her hands on the back of my head, holding me to her, encouraging my actions. I sucked again, and flicked my tongue over the tip of her clit as she came. A guttural roar, almost, and she squeezed her thighs together, trapping my head until she started to control her breathing again. It was her turn to say "Wow!" as she pulled me up to kiss her, tasting her climax on my lips and tongue.

She reached between us and guided my cock into her wet warmth and I sank as deep as I could into her. She wrapped her legs around me as I pinned her hands next to her head and continued to kiss her. She was moving in perfect time with me and seemed as caught in the moment as I was. We had established a slow, deep rhythm and were both letting out little groans and mutterings, encouraging each other, complimenting each other, needing each other, using each other. This was pure animalistic lust, and it was unbelievable!

She lifted her shoulder, which I took as an indication she wanted to be on top, and I rolled onto my back as she sat astride me. She put her hands on my chest and started to ride, chasing the orgasm I could tell was building in her. She started to grind her pussy on my cock, her breasts heaving and bouncing with the motion; I was becoming mesmerised by their movement as they swayed in front of my eyes.

It wasn't long before her orgasm hit her; her back arched and once again she was groaning skyward, her body quivering from the sensory overload. She collapsed on her side and I spooned in behind her, one arm beneath her neck, cupping her breast, the other around her waist, holding her against me.

The pace was no longer as frantic now, the urgency gone and now replaced with a closeness that was undeniable. As I slowly moved in and out of her, she turned her head and we kissed again. "I want you on top of me again," she almost whispered, "I want to look in your eyes as you come." I withdrew and she rolled onto her back again, I repositioned myself between her legs and we resumed our lovemaking, for that is what it now was.

We enjoyed the feel of each other, the closeness and the movement for a few minutes longer, until I reached my peak and could hold back no longer. I pulled out and she reached for my cock and frantically tugged until I came, thick strands of creamy spunk splashed onto her stomach, breasts and even as far as her chin. She milked the last of my sperm and watched it drip onto her belly, before licking her chin and then hand clean.

She reached into her bag and produced some tissues and baby wipes in order to clean ourselves up. Once clean, we felt no need to dress in that awkward state that often follows impulsive sex, nor was there any embarrassment. Things just felt right. As we lay there holding each other I said "My name's John, by the way." She giggled and introduced herself as Georgia .

I'm not sure what went on for the rest of that day, but when I finally pulled myself from her tent it was dark, and there were seven girls sat around the campfire, which was flickering away outside the tent door. Georgia ignored the whistles and questions from her friends and walked with me out of range of prying eyes. "Will I see you again?"

I smiled "Why wouldn't you? It's taken me two years of being in love with you to get the courage up to tap you on the shoulder. Now I know I can talk to you without becoming a gibbering moron, I'm not sure you'll get rid of me!" She smiled and we arranged to meet the following day for breakfast at the buttie van I had left Jas at that morning.

I wandered through the Yellow Zone for a few minutes before reaching my tent and was greeted by "Where the fuck have you been?" from Rich.

"With Georgia ," was my simple response before I cracked open the Finlandia and poured myself a cup, knowing that this would be a tough interrogation. However, with Georgia there was no desire to brag, to sully the special thing we had shared, and that I hoped we would continue to share. I gave them nothing apart from that The Girl was called Georgia.