First Day - Carrie's Fun

Carrie's first text came at 7:50 PM.

She was sitting by the campfire, nursing a warm cider, when her burner phone buzzed. The message was tentative, almost apologetic: *"Hi. I found your card. Wondered if you're real*

She smiled, charmed despite herself. *"Oh I am. What's your name?"*

*"Eli. I'm just here with a friend. I don't work at the festival or anything."*

*"Even better. Where are you?"*

*"Near the food trucks. The ones by the Healing Field."*

*"Stay there. I'll find you."*

She stood and made her way through the festival, past the main stages and the thrumming crowds, toward the quieter corner where the food trucks were parked. The Healing Field was a patch of grass dotted with yoga tents and crystal sellers, and the trucks nearby served organic smoothies and vegan wraps. Eli was easy to spot. He was standing awkwardly near a food truck, hands in his pockets, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. He was tall and lanky, with messy brown hair and kind eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. He couldn't have been older than twenty-two.

"Eli?"

He looked up, and his face flushed crimson. "Hi. Yeah. That's me."

"Carrie." She extended her hand, and he shook it, his palm clammy. "You look nervous."

"I am. I've never done anything like this. I don't even know why I texted."

"Because you wanted to." She stepped closer, her voice softening. "How old are you, Eli?"

"Twenty-one."

"And have you ever been with a woman before?"

His blush deepened, spreading down his neck. "No. I mean, not really. I've kissed a girl once, but that's it."

Carrie felt a warmth spread through her chest. This wasn't what she'd expected, but something about his vulnerability called to her. She took his hand, her fingers lacing through his.

"Come with me."

She led him away from the food trucks, toward a quiet grove of trees near the edge of the festival grounds. The music was distant here, muffled by the leaves. Moonlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows on the grass. She spread her jacket on the ground and sat down, patting the spot beside her. He sat, stiff and uncertain.

"Eli," she said gently, "look at me."

He did. His eyes were wide, nervous, but there was trust in them.

"I'm going to take care of you tonight. I'm going to make you feel really, really good. But I need you to relax. Can you do that for me?"

He swallowed. "I'll try."

"Good."

She leaned in, kissing him softly. His lips were hesitant at first, but she guided him, her hand cupping his jaw, her tongue brushing against his lower lip. He sighed into her mouth, his body relaxing incrementally.

She pulled back, smiling. "See? Not so hard."

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he admitted.

"How long?"

"Pretty much my whole life."

She laughed softly, her fingers tracing down his chest. "Then let's make up for lost time."

She unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing a pale, lean chest. He was self-conscious, his hands twitching at his sides, but she pressed gentle kisses along his collarbone, his sternum, his nipples. He gasped, his hands finally finding her shoulders.

"That feels good," he whispered.

"Good. Tell me what feels good."

She worked her way down, her lips trailing over his stomach, her fingers finding the button of his jeans. He tensed again, but she looked up at him, her eyes soft. She pulled his jeans down, then his boxers. His cock sprang free, already hard, long and straight and uncut. It was beautiful in its simplicity, untouched by anyone but himself.

"Look at you," she murmured. "Nice and hard for me"

"I'm not very big."

"You're big enough, size doesn't matter, it's how you use it that counts."

She lowered her head, her tongue tracing a slow path from the base of his shaft to the tip. He shuddered, a sharp intake of breath. She took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head, her tongue swirling over the sensitive underside.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Fuck, that's—"

She took him deeper, her throat relaxing, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. He was already close, his hips twitching, his breath ragged.

"Carrie, I'm going to—"

She pulled off, smiling up at him. "Not yet. ". She pulled up her top revealing her juicy tits, Eli's eyes mouth dropped open at the site of these gorgeous tits in front of his face.

"Come on suck them", he didn't need to told twice and gave each nipple a good sucking, Carrie threw her head back, he was quite good for a first timer. After a while, she stood, pulled up her skirt, no knickers. She was bare beneath, her pussy already slick with anticipation. She straddled him, her knees pressing into the soft grass, and guided his cock to her entrance.

"Look at me, Eli."

He did, his eyes locked on hers.

She lowered herself onto him, inch by inch. He gasped, his hands flying to her hips, his fingers digging in. She took him fully, her pussy stretching around him, and held still for a moment, letting him feel her.

"Oh my god," he whispered. "Oh my god."

"You feel that? That's me. I'm inside you, and you're inside me."

"I feel it. I feel everything."

She began to move, slow and rhythmic, her hips rolling against his. She watched his face, the way his eyes fluttered closed, the way his mouth fell open. She leaned forward, kissing him, her tongue sliding against his.

"Does that feel good?" she asked against his lips.

"So good. I never knew—I never imagined it could feel like this."

"Let go, Eli. Don't hold back."

She rode him slowly, sensually, her movements deliberate and loving. She could feel him trembling beneath her, his breath coming in short gasps. She reached between them, her fingers finding her clit, and rubbed herself in slow circles.

"I'm going to come," he said, his voice breaking.

"Come for me, baby. go on cum in my hot pussy"

He cried out, his body arching, his cum flooding her pussy in hot, thick pulses. She felt every spasm, every twitch, and it pushed her over the edge. She came with a soft moan, her pussy clenching around him, milking him dry. They stayed like that for a long moment, connected, breathing together. He opened his eyes, and there were tears in them.

"Jesus...that..was amazing" he whispered.

She kissed him. "You were amazing too, and now you've popped your cherry"

He laughed, a shaky, disbelieving sound. "Yea, can I text you again"

"Of course" She smiled, stroking his hair. "But not too early, need some sleep, and next time I'll make it even more special.". Carrie pulled off him, pulled her skirt down and walked away, cleaning herself up as she walked.

The second text came at 08:25 AM.

Carrie was walking back through the festival, her body warm and satisfied, when her phone buzzed. The photo showed a man in his thirties, with sharp cheekbones and dark, knowing eyes. He was leaning against a soundboard, a pair of headphones around his neck.

*"Got your card. I'm Felix. I produce for a few of the bands here."*

*"A producer. Fancy."*

*"I know my way around a studio. And a bedroom."*

*"Confident. Meet me at the back of the Jazz Stage. The green room trailer. Twenty minutes."*

The green room trailer was parked behind the Jazz Stage, a long white RV with tinted windows. The door was unlocked, and Carrie slipped inside. The interior was dimly lit, with plush couches and a small kitchenette. Felix was already there, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was even better looking in person. His jaw was sharp, his eyes dark and intense. He had an air of controlled confidence, the kind of man who was used to getting what he wanted.

"Hi" he said, extending his hand.

"Felix." She shook it, his grip firm. "Shall we"

He kissed her, hard and commanding, his hand tangling in her hair. She responded in kind, her tongue meeting his, her hands finding his belt. He pushed her back against the counter, his mouth trailing down her neck.

"On the couch," he said. "On your hands and knees."

She obeyed, her knees sinking into the plush cushions. Pulled up her skirt revealing her nice firm ass. She heard him undressing behind her, the rustle of fabric, the clink of his belt. Then his hands were on her hips, spreading her, and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her pussy. He pushed in without warning, and Carrie gasped. He was thick, filling her completely, and he set a punishing pace immediately, his hips slamming into her.

"Fuck," she moaned. "Fuck, yes."

"You like that? You like being used?"

"Yes. Fuck me harder."

He obliged, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. The couch creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies meeting wet and rhythmic. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, and rubbed her in rough circles.

"Come for me," he commanded.

She did, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him. He didn't stop. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, driving into her, and she came again, and then again. He pulled out, and she felt his cum splattering across her ass cheeks, hot and thick. He groaned, stroking himself, painting her skin with his release.

"Turn around," he said.

She did, and he pushed his cock into her mouth. She tasted herself on him, tasted his own pre-cum, and she sucked him clean, her tongue working his shaft.

"Good girl," he said.

She swallowed everything, every last drop, and pulled away, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Not bad for a producer."

He laughed. "Round two later?"

"We'll see.", Carrie grabbed a few tissues from the shelve next to her and cleaned up the spunk covering her ass cheeks, discarded the tissues into the bin nearby, pulled her skirt down and left the trailer.

The third text came at 9:45 AM.

Carrie was back at the campsite, cleaning up with a damp cloth, when her phone buzzed. The photo showed a man with a shaved head, a thick beard, and a chest that looked like it had been carved from granite. He was holding a sledgehammer.

*"Got your card. Name's Jack. I'm a rigger for the main stage."*

*"Meet me at the base of the Pyramid Stage. The storage area underneath. Fifteen minutes."*

The storage area was a cavernous space beneath the Pyramid Stage, filled with lighting rigs, cable spools, and flight cases. Jack was waiting for her, leaning against a stack of speakers. He was even bigger in person, easily six-three, with arms like tree trunks.

"You're the one with the cards," he said.

"I am."

"I've heard about you and your friends. You've been busy tonight."

"We have." She stepped closer, looking up at him. "But I've got one more in me."

He didn't waste time. He turned her around, bending her over a flight case, and pulled her skirt up. His hands were rough, calloused, but his touch was deliberate.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

"Well, you can use any hole, start with my pussy and then my ass"

He lined himself up and pushed in, his cock thick and long. Carrie gasped, her fingers scrabbling against the case. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming into her, the case rattling beneath her. He reached round and grabbed both of her tits and began playing with her nipples which were already standing to attention. He pulled out and pushed into her ass without warning. The stretch was quite nice, his cock pushing in to the hilt.

"ffuuucckkk..that's nice and tight., take it," he grunted. "Take every fucking inch."

He fucked her arse hard, his balls slapping against her, his hands gripping her hips. She came again, and then again, her body limp against the case. He buried himself deep, and she felt his cum shoot out of his cock in hard thick streams, coating and filling her back passage.

"nnngggghhh....fffuuuccckk", he cried and his body twitched with every cum spasm. He had given her a big load, he's probably not shot his load for weeks. He pulled out and spunk immedialty leaked out of her asshole, running down her pussy and dripped onto the grass beneath her feet.

"Mind If I take a photo of your ass, it's gorgeous with my cum leaking out", he asked.

"Sure", Carrie pulled her cheeks apart and she heard his phone take a snap

He turned her around, pushing his cock into her mouth. She sucked him clean, tasting herself on him, and swallowed everything. Taking his full length down her throat, ensuring his cock was clean.

"Good girl," he said.

She pulled away, breathless. "Not bad for a rigger."

He laughed. "You're something else.".

She smiled, cleaned up her ass , pulled her skirt down , "Ring me if you want more tomorrow", and walked away.