Stick together.

I looked at our tickets again, then glanced toward the entrance to the floor section. Unlike the seating areas, there were no individual seats down there. It was standing room only, and from where we were, I could see a mass of people packed together behind the barrier.

I looked back at Trish. “I've got an idea.”

“What?”

Before she could ask what I meant, I grabbed her hand and started pulling her toward the floor entrance.

“Where are we going?”

“You'll see.”

We made our way through the crowd until we reached one of the ushers standing beside the entrance to the standing area. He was checking tickets as people went through.

I looked at him, then glanced at Trish. “Do you have any cash on you just in case?”

Trish stared at me. “What?”

“Never mind, just trust me.”

I pulled out my wallet and counted the cash I had. I hoped it would be enough. I kept the notes tucked in my hand.

The usher looked at us as we approached. “Floor tickets?”

I held up our tickets. “Yeah.”

He took one look at them and shook his head. “These aren't floor tickets.”

“I know.”

He frowned.

I glanced around before leaning slightly closer. “What if we made it worth your while?”

His expression immediately changed. “I'm not supposed to—”

I reached across and smoothly transferred the money I was holding into his closest hand

He looked around cautiously before glancing down at the payoff. Then he looked at me and looked at Trish. For a few seconds, nobody said anything. Had he just taken my money and robbed me? Finally, he sighed and shook his head.

“Floor seats. In you go.” He stepped aside.

Trish followed me through the opening, her eyes wide. “You actually did that?”

I grinned. I couldn’t believe it had worked.

“You bribed an usher!”

“Technically, I prefer to think of it as encouraging him to overlook a minor administrative error.”

She burst out laughing.

“You're crazy.”

“Maybe.”

She shook her head, still smiling. “But that was pretty impressive.” The way her eyes lingered on me sent a thrill up my spine.

I looked at her. “Really?”

“Really.”

The floor was already packed, and we had to work our way through the crowd until we found a spot with at least a little room. People were pressed together everywhere, and within minutes it became obvious that keeping any sort of personal space was going to be impossible. The lights dropped, and the crowd erupted.

And suddenly The Weeknd was on stage.

Trish grabbed my arm and screamed. I laughed and shouted along with everyone else as the first song started. The sound was enormous, the lights sweeping across the arena while thousands of people sang along. As the show went on, the crowd became even tighter.

At one point, someone pushed forward from behind, forcing Trish directly against me. I put my hands lightly around her shoulders to keep her from being knocked off balance.

“You okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

She didn't move away. Neither did I.

For the next few songs, we stayed like that, sometimes separating when the crowd shifted and then finding ourselves together again seconds later. Eventually it stopped feeling accidental.

Trish turned toward me during one of the songs. “You know, this isn't exactly how I imagined tonight going.”

I smiled. “Better or worse?”

She looked at me for a moment. “Much better.”

I smiled back.

Another surge from the crowd pushed us together again, and this time Trish wrapped her arms around me. I could feel her pressing her body tight against me, and I moulded myself to her. I held her close, both of us laughing as we were carried along by the energy of everyone around us. The rest of the concert seemed to disappear.

There was just the music, the lights, the crowd and Trish. By the time the final few songs began, I’d almost forgotten The Weeknd was even playing anymore. It was just Trish and I joined together. Her hands had found the belt loops in my jeans, and she was using them to pull us tighter together. I was sweating, caught up in the moment. My hands went down and cupped Trish’s arse in her jeans. It felt incredible. Then she looked up at me. I looked down at her. Neither of us said anything. The music continued around us, but for a moment it seemed strangely quiet. Trish moved a little closer. I met her halfway.

Our lips touched. It was only a brief kiss at first, almost tentative, as though neither of us was completely sure the other really meant it. Then she smiled against my lips. I kissed her again. This time there was no hesitation.

We held each other as the concert went on, kissing until the final song came on. I’d grown hard in my pants, and Trish had pressed her body against mine. Driving her pelvis into it with every bump we’d received from the crowd around us.

As the final song began, the crowd erupted one last time. Trish suddenly spun herself from my arms and turned facing away from me to look up at the stage for one last time. She pulled my arms tight around her and placed both my hands on top of her tits. I squeezed them through her shirt and bra as she very obviously started to grind her arse against my rock-hard cock.

Then the song ended, the lights came up, and I was suddenly moaning in Trish’s ear loud enough for her to hear.

The crowd started to disperse, and we were no longer forced into one another.

“Let’s get out of here,” Trish said with a hungry look on her face.