Dancing.

With a quick look at the ticket you have around your neck on a pink lanyard you see it is for general admittance, vip stage. “Way cool.” You laugh and make your way through the crowds to the stage area. Security flashes you a smile and lets you in without a fuss. The music grabs you as you push your way into the standing crowd, determined to get to the front next to the stage. The pit of fans dancing together gets you sweating rather quickly, and you find this body to be quite popular with men and women as body after body presses against you in a frenzy of dancing and motion.

The concert continues and the music is amazing. You can't help but smile and scream so close to the stage, with so many bodies pressing against yours. The heat is rather intense and your body is slick with sweat as someone makes a more bold move, a pair of hands cup your chest from behind and another slim hot body presses into your back. Hot breath is in your ear as lips take your lobe into their mouth sucking softly while hips press to your ass and the body moves in unison with yours. The pair of you dance as one for several minutes before someone else, a young man with jet black wild hair and rather rough features, yet still somewhat feminine dressed in a pair of black jeans, combat boots, and a tiny open black vest, his tight torso essentially bare, decides to step in. He cups your chin in his hand and locks eyes with yours. He doesn't say a thing, and the girl behind you pushes you into him with enough **** to knock the three of you to the ground, your body is sandwiched between theirs and for an instant you are sure you can feel his thick package through his jeans, before he draws back ever so slightly, reaching down as if to grab your ass. His hand doesn't make contact with you, but as the muscles in his arm clench, the pair of you are pulled into him. Your head nestles in under his chin, the beating of his heart mixing with the music through his skin on your cheek. The girl behind you nestles in as if the two of you had become one, and it almost seems like you are just the glue that holds them together as they dance to the music.

Just as suddenly as they arrive after the next song the pair vanish back into the crowd, their sweat the only thing they left for you. With a wide smile you continue to dance till the music breaks as the opening acts finish and people push back from the stage to go refill their beverages, or use the toilet. Skipping along with the crowd you make your way to a booth that is selling beer, but a closer look at the id tells you that you are only 19 and not going to get sold any time soon. “Well ain't that something.” You say to no one particular, then a thought hits, you are a sexy girl. Surely you can get someone to buy you some drinks. Unless you just want to settle for soda.