"Help me find Trent"

It was no use getting into MomChristine's questionable past, Finnie thought. As much as thoughts of it swirled through her mind, it could only distract her from her assignment. So, instead she was going to focus on losing her virginity the right way, Whatever that meant, Trent would be a good start.

MomChristine answered the way Finnie expected. "Who?"

"Do you remember Samantha Sinofsky from high school?" Finnie explained. MomChristine nodded. "She had an older brother, Trent... I had a big crush on him."

MomChristine frowned. She didn't remember.

Finnie rolled her eyes. "Spikey hair? Glasses? Anything? Do you remember me going to see a band a lot?"Finally MomChristine perked up. "That was his band. And the next question was supposed to be, 'Does he still live in town?' or 'Do you know where he is now?' but it was clear that MomChristine would be no help.

But Google would. Finnie searched for 'Trent Sinofsky' with no helpful results. Then she searched for his old band name, 'Dragon's Fire' and the hits started popping up. There was a band named DragonFire based out of Des Moines, just a few hours away. The website was short on pictures and details, but gave a list of band members one of whom was named Trent Sinner. And there was a show the next day. Perfect. Finnie would doubtfully find any better leads.

That night Finnie laid in bed, her mind spinning. As her tight pussy got wet she thought about the flight attendant who'd been in the band orgy. She imagined her with Trent, kissing him, sucking him, presenting herself to him. Then Finnie thought of herself with Trent. Her fingers tickled at her clit. How many times had she thought of this very thing back in high school. Yet she'd never come close. She'd never kissed Trent, never seen him naked, barely touched him except maybe a hug when she and Samantha graduated.

Trent was a tall skinny guy with spikey black hair and thick glasses. He was kind of a rock and roll, nerd punk if that made any sense. After all, he'd named his band 'Dragon's Fire.'

Finnie fell asleep to thoughts of her and Trent sweetly fucking, his kisses covering her body, her moans floating into his hears. It seemed like heaven. And Finnie thought it could all happen the next day.

In the morning, Finnie awoke and got to planning. She packed up some cute outfits, double checked the concert start time, 9:00 had breakfast, kissed MomChristine and headed down the highway to Des Moines. She'd have plenty of time to spare but didn't want to take any chances. She couldn't be late.

As she drove she tried her best to focus on the road, but the anxiety of her reunion with Trent tickled down her spine. She squirmed in her seat and her clit began to tingle. She tried to ignore it.

But after almost an hour of driving, she couldn't help it anymore. She slipped a hand down her pants and started to rub. Finnie was never the type of girl who'd do such a thing while driving, but thoughts of Trent and his kisses were too hard to resist. After a scary swerve she pulled into the nearest Rest Area and quickly ran inside. For a split second she thought. 'Go into the men's room. There'll be someone in there to fuck for sure.' Had she really come to this? Wanting to fuck some nasty guy in a Rest Area? She chose the ladies room instead. The stall was filthy, certainly the filthiest place Finnie had ever masturbated. But she was too far gone now. She finished rubbing herself off, feeling Trent's arms around her, and headed back to the car.

Finnie arrived in Des Moines with hours to spare and checked into her hotel. She changed into a little polka-dotted dress that she thought would please Trent and assessed herself in the mirror. She looked good. Trent would remember her and love it. Then she debated how to kill some time.

It wasn't originally her idea to order an adult film on TV but when she noticed that there was one with a rock star theme, she couldn't help herself. She rubbed off again.

Finnie couldn't remember the last time she'd masturbated so many times. Between that and the fling with the flight attendant and the fantasies of MomChristine, she wondered what kind of person this assignment was turning her into? She had always been a fan of sex, who hadn't, but she'd also always had a decent deal of self control. Finnie wondered if that was waning now? Fucking Trent might have multiple good outcomes. She'd get to sleep with her old crush, and she'd get this project over with and could return to the old her.

And finally the hour was at hand. 'Be calm' she thought, 'be confident.' Finnie gave herself another good look in the mirror, fixed her makeup, fixed her hair and headed to the concert. This was going to be it. Trent would see her and remember her and the'd make love all night, or fuck like rabbits. Finnie didn't care which, as long as she could be with Trent.

And she had no idea the trouble that was waiting for her when she arrived at the show.