Casual rave

His large SUV rumbles as they head down the highway, his eyes fixed on the road.

Vi sits in the backseat, her hands intertwined with Erik’s.

“Are they always so far?” Erik asks, looking out the window.

“Sometimes,” Vi says tersely.

Of course, Erik doesn’t usually go to these raves. But she really wanted to go. Sai was ready to go alone; she didn’t want to go with him, just the two of them again. Nothing would’ve happened, obviously… Not the rave right after ‘kissgate’.

Erik jokingly offered to go with them, to ‘keep an eye’ on them; Vi took that statement and ran with it, basically forcing him to come at least this once.

“I promise you’ll like it.” Vi says sweetly, pinching his finger lovingly.

“It’s fun, bro.” Sai says from the front seat.

“Guys, I’ve been to gigs before… Just not. Raves.”

Vi smiles and leans her head on his shoulder. “I know… … I’ll show you how to dance and enjoy it.”

“I’ve been to gigs!” Erik repeats, Vi giggling and holding him tighter.

“Well, since she’s mine tonight.” Erik says, leaning forward, “You breaking your dry spell?”

Vi shivers.

“Ahhh. I’m gonna kill her for telling you guys that.” Sai groans, glancing into the rear-view mirror. “But no. Not tonight. Someone’s gotta drive you both back to your dorm.”

“Our dorm.”

Sai chuckles.

“We could make Vi the watcher tonight, instead of us two.” Erik jokes.

“He gets with one girl, and he gets a big head.” Vi murmurs, grinning as Erik turns with a playful indignant expression.

“Nah nah. I’m a good boy tonight. DD.”

“Fair enough, man. Don’t let us stop you, though, if something happens. We can take an Uber or something.”

“We can?” Vi asks pointedly, sticking her tongue out.

The music is loud; the bass shakes Erik to the bone. He follows Sai and Vi as they bump and push through the crowd. Despite his fairly gentle demeanour, his bald friend's sheer size makes most people back off and let him walk through.

Strobe lights flash and streak across the crowd; smoke machines at the front fill the room with a hazy, intimate atmosphere, and the metal girders crisscrossing the shed roof bounce the bass back down into the crowd, coating them in music.

It may not be Erik’s typical type of music, but any gig realistically hits different from listening to it at home.

It definitely helps that Vi’s soft ass is grinding and shaking against him, her hips shifting smoothly in his hands, the back of her head on his shoulder as she has her arms in the air, her eyes meeting his, her hand reaching back and gripping him through his shorts, love and appreciation burning through her eyes into his soul.

‘Thank you for coming.’

The music isn’t all that bad. Weird that there's nothing to sing along with, though.

Vi jumps onto his shoulders; he may not be as strong or as tall as Sai, but she still gets an amazing view of the DJ on stage. She cheers as she shakes her chest, and the DJ looks across at her and the other girls in the crowd, who are rising similarly.

A girl with wild blue hair asks Sai to lift her up next to Vi, reaching out to Vi; they hold hands as they dance and cheer. Erik realises that she’s basically wearing the inverse of Vi’s outfit, all black suit, breasts covered by the leather material, her ass and pussy covered by a thing thong.

The DJ looks across the crowd, his eyes still in Vi’s direction; her large jiggling breasts, her incredibly attractive face, and a look of recognition dawns on his features.

The cameraman pans toward them as the DJ points her way. The large screens on the sides of the stage blur as the camera pans across the crowd, settling on several scantily clad women in the crowd

The camera settles on Vi. “OH WOW! Erik! It’s me!!!” She taps his head excitedly, pointing at the screen and scanning the stage for the cameraman. She grins as she spots it, winking and waving as she puts her hands above her head and dances with her arms; she closes her eyes. She laughs, her hand gripping his hair as Sai inches closer, the other girl trying to get in on Vi’s action.

‘She’s so hot.’

Even when she’s not trying, and genuinely just enjoying being seen on the screens and having fun, Vi regardless looks unreal, especially when she knows she has eyes on her; the whole crowd can see her now on those screens.

And just as fast as it came, the camera pans again, finding another person to focus on, a shirtless man this time, making sure that the straight women have something to cheer for too, which they loudly do.

Vi slides down Erik back onto her platformed shoes, grinning as she hugs Erik. Knowing people were seeing her, well, it turns her on as much as it does him; she pushes her thigh into his crotch as she kisses him deeply, and he’s only too happy to return the love.

“Aaaaah.” Vi opens her mouth, smiling as she chews the fry dropped into her mouth by Erik. Sprawled in the backseat, she rests her head on his thigh as the car once again rumbles around them.

“So?” Sai asks from the front seat, glitter on his shoulders and arms from the girl he carried still marked on his skin.

“Hmm?” Erik responds.

“What’d you think? Of your first rave?”

Erik laughs, Vi looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

“ It was fun, guys. I can get used to the music and enjoy it in the moment for sure; live gigs are always good… Even if it’s ‘live’.” He motions typing on an invisible laptop.

Vi boos him and Sai laughs.

“You reckon you want to come again?” Sai asks, looking into the mirror, “Maybe I can convince Ari to come if you are too.”

“That’s much harder.” Vi says, taking another fry.

“Still, Erik?”

“Fuck it, why not. But we gotta drink or something next time.” Erik says.

“Hell yeah.” Sai says, focusing on the road again.

Vi’s phone buzzes, and as she opens her socials, DM’s her eyes widen.

“What the fuck?”

“What?” The guys ask in unison.

“Kain DM’d me.”

Sai turns, the car swerving a bit, “WHAT?”

“Who’s Kain?” Erik asks, clueless.

“The DJ we just saw, dude.”

“Oh? I thought his name was DJ Krack?”

“Yeah man, his real name isn’t Krack.” Sai says, turning around again.

“He’s getting big, and he’s considered like…”

“Very fucking hot.” Vi finishes, staring at her screen.

“What did he say?” Erik asks.

“Were you at my gig tonight?”

“What the fuck?” Sai says from the front.

“Are you going to reply?” Erik says, already getting antsy.

Vi looks up. “I… Well yeah!”

Vi bites her lip, looking up at Erik.

She smirks and locks her phone, inching closer to Erik. She unzips the front of her shirt, Sai looking into the rearview mirror with interest.

“Eyes on the road.” Vi says lustfully, straddling Erik, undoing his belt buckle.

“Vi?”

“Ssshhhh.” She says, kissing him, fishing his cock out as Sai swerves slightly, trying to look back.

“Want me to party with a DJ, babe?” She asks sultrily, stroking him softly.

“I…”

“Want me to go and get fucked at a penthouse party?” She whispers in his ear, guiding his hands to her breasts.

“Yes.” He groans.

“Thought so.” She giggles, kissing his neck and unzipping her bodysuit, awkwardly pulling her arms out and scrunching the material down. She looks over her shoulder. “If you want to watch. Pull over.”

She sinks on Erik with an unrestrained moan; Sai groans from the front seat, looking into the rearview mirror.

“Can… Can I join?” Sai asks boldly, tempting a laugh low in Vi’s throat.

“No.”

Sai pulls the car over anyway, the car rocking slightly as Vi thrusts her hips down into Erik’s, leaning her back against the back of the passenger seat, groping her breasts and pinching her nipples as she coos for Erik. Sai covers himself with a blanket. Still, there’s no question about what’s happening.

“Babe.. Fuck, you’re drenched.”

Vi giggles, her hips gyrating, her hand on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on him only. “We were dancing that whole fucking time, of course I’m horny.”

Sai stays silent, just watching.

Erik allows Vi to guide his hands to her breasts, prompting him to squeeze her soft breasts between his fingers.

“I love your damn tits.” Erik groans, kneading her chest as her eyes roll back in her head.

“I know babe, of course you do, my horny boy.” She grins, moving her hips faster, the car windows fogging up, the car itself rocking with her movements.

Vi caresses Erik’s hair, tugging back slightly as she yelps with pleasure. “You know babe, this is pretty unfair isn’t it?”

Erik groans, his eyes moving from her hard, pink nipples up to her narrowed purple eyes.

“What is?”

Vi turns to look at Sai, the blanket over his legs shifting with his hand.

“I think babe…” Vi purrs, reaching out to touch Sai’s jaw. “Sai has waited for so long…” She giggles, adjusting her footing as she starts to slam her hips down, her release creeping up quickly.

“If he’s still on his poor dry spell come the next rave,” She moans, her legs squeezing, their orgasms mixing inside her as she falls forward on Erik, letting go of Sai as he grabs a handful of tissues and pushes the blanket off his legs.

“I’ll have no choice to help out my boyfriends best friend, right?”