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Art by Duda
The Outside Lands music festival had come and gone every year right outside of Rey’s neighborhood in San Francisco for years. She’d seen the cool girls with bikini tops and flowy skirts slink on by and dudes with handkerchiefs and water bottles full of questionable liquid bop around at the end of the summertime, and she knew they were the cool people that got to be amongst the coolest musicians in Golden Gate Park.
The summer before she was going to move to Chandrila for college, her best friend, Rose, surprised her with tickets. Rey was floored. Neither of them ever had that kind of money to spend on even one ticket, let alone two. They were supposed to be saving for school, but Rose sort of giggled and made a vague comment on how her boyfriend bought them.
Hux. Rey shrugged. Hux was OK. Rose was so sweet and bubbly and funny, and Rey didn’t think she ever saw Hux smile. Or listen to music. Or go outside. But he was loaded and there wasn’t anything wrong with Rose being spoiled.
It was the last weekend before she was going to move away. She loved the Bay and the City, but she was happy to leave. Too many bad memories of trying to survive out here. It depressed her. She was sick of feeling poor and downtrodden; she was sick of feeling sorry for herself. She got a full ride to Chandrila University and was ready to take on a new persona. She wasn’t going to be the poor little orphan anymore. She was ready to be a normal co-ed. She was going to be someone that actually did things like go to Outside Lands. She was going to start embracing this new brand of Rey this weekend.
She raided Rose’s closet for cute clothes for the festival. Festival chic. Festival fashion. She was normally so damn stubborn that she’d wear her ratty yoga pants and worn down t-shirt to the festival. But no. It was a time for change, and Rose was there for it. Her closet was up for grabs and it was filled with pretty things now that Hux was in the picture.
She thought she was going to be conservative. Rey was going to borrow a pair of designer jeans, maybe let Rose do her makeup. But Rose got it in her head something fun was going to happen once Rey was open to a makeover and it was over.
“This is something you’re supposed to wear to the beach,” Rey frowned at herself in the mirror. Very short jean shorts and a hot pink bikini top. She felt naked and kind of slutty and not herself. But that was the whole idea, right?
It was around noon when Rey saw him the first time. Rey had to pee. Like really bad. Like, it was an emergency. She was pacing in front of a portapotty and was this close to knocking on the door when it swung open with a thud.
A massive man bound out of it. He was in such a hurry to leave the horrid little room that he almost ran her over, but she jumped out of the way quickly. He had long black hair that fell around his shoulders and dark eyes. He was in a simple grey t-shirt, black jeans and black boots. If he wasn’t so goddamn huge, he would have blended into the crowd. He stopped when he saw her and stared just a moment. It made her squirm and she quickly looked away.
“Um,” she heard him cough. His voice was so low, she barely heard him, “Hey sweetheart…”
She peered up at him behind her lashes shyly. He was speaking to her?
“You…” it was then she noticed his full pink lips because he was biting them shyly. It was endearing. This guy was as big as a mack truck but also somehow but shy? Around her? “Your… tit… It’s…”
He brought his hand up to her bikini and pulled it up. His thick fingers brushed her nipple as he tried to cover her. Rey heaved anxious breaths and felt her entire body turn red. She shivered and felt herself pee just a little in her panties from fright and embarrassment. Her boob was hanging out of her top. How long had it been out? And why did the hot giant have to be the one to tell her?
“M’thanks,” she mumbled.
He lifted her chin with one of his fingers and crouched slightly. She settled her eyes on his, accepting he wouldn’t let her go unless she did. His eyes lit up when she finally opened hers and he smiled.
He had dimples.
“No, thank you.”
He pet her head just once and then walked away.
The next day, Rey made sure to wear a halter top tied so tight to her neck that she could feel a string burn by midday. She was sitting at one of the few open tables in the small eating area waiting for Rose and Hux to get back with her $12 corn dog.
It was dry and hot, the sun beating down on her neck. She was at least smart enough to pull her hair into her favorite three buns, but the string burn on her neck was on fire. She undid the strings and held a cool water bottle on her neck. She moaned quietly at the sensation, her ears dulling as she relished in the relief.
“Your tits are going to pop out again,” Rey a familiar voice.
It was familiar, but it was not comfortable. It was like thick cigar smoke creeping into the next room from under the door. Sort of nice, but mostly unwelcome, settling in between her ears. She flashed her eyes open and spun her head left and right and saw him again.
He was walking away, his back to her and head turned towards her. He must have been just walking by. He was wearing a white undershirt and black jeans with the same huge boots, and it looked like he must have had fun in one of the pits or something because he was head to toe covered in mud and dirt. Her eyes bugged as she stared at his huge arms, her brain berserking between licking them and being terrified of them. Rey gripped at the top of her halter and quickly laced the string together, tighter than ever. She whimpered at the burn as it striped on her neck.
One of his friends that he was walking with got his attention and he whipped his head back with a flurry of hair but not before he yelled, “Thanks again sweetheart!”
She thought about him a lot after that. How he moved so nimbly despite being the size of a skyscraper. His pretty hair that looked so soft and silky. And that he wasn’t embarrassed about her tits. Rey was used to guys being so weird and awkward, probably because teenage boys were just weird and awkward. He was so brash, so easy about seeing her boobs. He probably had seen hundreds of boobs in the flesh. Probably not a big deal to him.
But he kept saying thank you to me. And he called me sweetheart.
She quaked in her panties every time she tried to relive that. Sweetheart… sweetheart… sweetheart… She shuddered. It was world-shattering to her.
Rey kept looking over her shoulder, hoping she’d see him again. She would make sure she was standing straight and smiling at every conversation. She would try to look really into the music and the artists, hoping he’d walk by again and think, “Wow, this girl is really cool. She likes really cool music. Maybe I should stay and talk to her for awhile.”
But she didn’t see him again that day.
It was dusk at the end of the last day of Outside Lands and Rey still hadn’t seen him. Her heart would race at any flash of dark hair, any head that stood above everyone else's, any low sound… but nothing. She laughed at herself in the bathroom where she had the only privacy she could get all day. I am a huge clown. Rey practiced what she was going to say to him if she saw him again. It was something like, “I never got a chance to say you’re welcome…”
She debated on how she was going to bite her lip or make her voice huskier than normal. Rey wasn’t versed in how to seduce a man, but she was willing to take a chance here. He liked her boobs. Her tits. It was a good start.
But she didn’t see him and it was the last act of the whole show. Marian Hill took the stage and Rose, Hux, and Rey managed to get pretty close to the front. When the band took the stage, the flood of people pressed against each other, and Rey held her breath and flexed her little body to be able to take the force. It was just slightly violent and suffocating. Rey was tiny and there were larger people surrounding her. She couldn’t even see them play, but the music was so perfect and flowy. Everyone was dancing, and when it got really charged, Rey would have to brace herself against the person in front of her to not get completely crushed. She was this close to saying uncle and excusing herself when the crowd surged again, pinning her to the gal in front of her. Rey heaved and coughed from the pain of being crushed. When the crowd pulled back she fell to the ground and she swam her arms up to try to get up. She couldn’t see much, just flickering lights and jerking limbs. The crowd was moving in waves and she was still on the ground trying to find a way back up when she was pulled up onto her feet.
“I got you sweetheart.”
She smelled him before she saw him. He had her back pressed against his chest and he smelled like sweat and dust and dirty boy odor. It was intoxicating. He felt so solid and big. She noticed how he had his arms wrapped all the way around her, his hands settling on her belly, when the crowd surged again. He didn’t move with them. His feet were rooted to the ground and he kept her safe cocooned in his arms.
Rey turned her head and looked up at him. He was already looking down at her, with a strange smile. It wasn’t friendly, exactly. It was the kind of smile her foster dad would give her when he wanted her to steal something from the store and he hadn’t asked her to do it just yet.
“Hey,” he chuckled at her.
“H-hi…” she gulped.
He must have felt her nerves because he crouched so his mouth was right up against her ear and whispered soothingly, “They’re pretty good yeah? Can you see?”
She closed her eyes, trying to savor the hot feeling of his breath on her ear, seeping to the rest of her head. She nodded unevenly.
“I’ll keep the crowd from getting you,” he whispered again and she shuddered at his hot breath, “Go ahead and enjoy yourself.”
Rey took in a deep breath and bent her lips into her teeth as Marian Hill moved to the next song on the setlist. She allowed herself to get comfortable and sway a little. I mean, she wanted him to think she was cool, right? Cool girls go to music festivals and get really into the music. He didn’t dance with her, but rather let his hands wander to her hips as she swayed.
But then the music switched to something harder suddenly, and the crowd surged again. It was so sudden that he wasn’t even ready for it and he stumbled just a bit. They both righted themselves when the crowd calmed. Rey stood herself up straight and that's when she felt him slip his hands under her shirt.
He was drawing little circles on her belly with his fingers and massaging her back with his thumbs. My god, this guy was massive. Rey flinched just a bit when he creeped his hands higher, fingers brushing the underside of her tits. He quickly crouched to brush his mouth against her ear.
“Shhhh…” he hushed gently, “You don’t want anyone to know that you’re a filthy slut do you?”
Rey squirmed… filthy slut… her panties were starting to stick to her pussy with a small mess. She turned her head so she could see him.
“N-no…” she whimpered, “I don’t.”
“Good girl…” he slid his hands higher, teasing her little tits with small scratches from his rough fingertips. “You have the cutest little tits… so small…” She could hear his own nerves in his voice giving him away, “Baby… you’re eighteen right?”
She nodded shyly and angled her head up to his own ear, “I turned eighteen last week.”
“FUCK,” he hissed and pinched both her nipples with the large pads of his fingers and she squirmed in his arms, “That’s so hot… little baby whore…”
And then she could feel it. His hard cock against her back. To his credit, he had been hiding it from her for however long, probably until he was absolutely sure she was of age. Rey was used to people thinking she was younger than she actually was. She was kind of small.
Smaller, even, with this massive boulder next to her.
She couldn’t help herself when she gyrated her back against him to get a better feel of his dick. He groaned into her ear when she felt her apply pressure onto him. He humped back into her in little short bursts as he heaved little breaths into her ear.
“FUCK,” he ground out, “You're making me so fucking hard.”
Rey looked around and everyone was busy dancing or getting into the music or talking or singing… too busy to notice that she was getting groped by a stranger in the middle of a concert. She must have lost Rose and Hux awhile ago because they were nowhere in sight. He squeezed her tits firmly and rolled both nipples between the large pads of his fingers, twisting gently and pinching hard. She groaned into it and lifted her arms so he could palm her properly, hands sliding on the underside of her tits. His head was resting on her shoulder with his mouth at her ear, whispering dirty things that should have made her run away, but she loved it.
“Little whore, likes when Daddy plays with her tiny titties,” he sloppily thrust his wet tongue into her ear and she shrugged her shoulders into him. It tickled. He sucked her lobe and thrust his tongue in and out of her ear, the slurping sound of his mouth engulfing her, “I want to taste your cunt like this. I bet you’d like that, desperate little slut.”
The crowd surged again and this time he wasn’t surprised. He held on to her fast and stood still. Everyone else around them flowed forward, but they stayed in place. When the crowd stilled, he gripped one of her tits with one hand and forced it out of the neck of her shirt.
“Cute little pink nipples,” he groaned as he pinched the one nipple with his other hand and flicked it vigorously with his finger.
“Oh fuck oh fuck,” she leaned fully into him, getting dizzy.
He gripped her hip with one hand and humped into her ass to the beat of the music and then righted her shirt but only to pinch and roll that same nipple between his finger and thumb. She was vibrating, panting, tears welling in her eyes.
“Don’t come yet baby,” he growled and slid both his hands down her belly, then lower into her skirt’s waistband and then lowest, both hands sliding into her panties. “FUCKING JACKPOT.”
She had shaved that morning, just in case she saw him again. She was smooth and felt his dick grow harder as he pressed himself rigidly into her back.
“Your pussy, so smooth,” he panted. She felt her pussy dampen and he moaned, “FUCK. You’re so fucking perfect. Got your pussy all ready for me.”
He groped all around her cunt, feeling all places he could, not so much to give her pleasure, but more so that he could feel her smoothness. Desperately gripping her down there with his huge hands and sliding his fingers and palms on all parts to feel her smooth and slick. He grunted and humped into her tamelessly.
Caveman, she thought as she humped back into his hands.
“Gonna make you come baby,” he grunted into her ear as he slid his fingers on her wet pussy and then circled them around her clit.
She shuddered into it, already so close. FUUUCK she convulsed into him. He chuckled at her, teasing her. He drifted his other hand back up to her tit and playfully flicked at her nipple. She jolted and bucked against him again and again.
“Already so fucking close,” he whispered into her ear, “Little baby girl… have you ever done this before? Has anyone touched you like this before?”
“N...no…” she admitted.
“Jackpot indeed,” he quickened his fingers on her little bud, “My own little virgin… Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you. My little slut, baby whore, you’re so close. You’re going to come on your first time… I can feel it on you… it’s happening…”
She felt like she was being sprayed by a high-powered hose with cold water as her body convulsed into the orgasm. She tried to wriggle away, it was too much. She was sure she had come already, but he didn’t stop. “You’re not done yet, let it keep going, you’re going to love it…” he whispered. She must have been screaming but it didn’t seem like anyone noticed. His fingers were rubbing harder and harder, and she strained as hard as she had ever in her life and then the warm wash over her head consumed her. She went limp in his arms and closed her eyes.
“Good girl…” he praised, “Such a good little virgin…”
He was kissing her, on her neck and cheeks and still whispering about how she’s a dream and a princess and so perfect.
And then he handed her a small plastic package and said, “Put this on me, so you know you’re safe.”
She sleepily looked at the package. Trojan Magnums. Her eyes went wide. Was this going to happen? Right here right now?
“It’s ok baby,” he teased her nipples under her shirt, “You can do it.”
She gulped and looked around. No one had noticed them yet. There were new people in front of her so it was possible the crowd was surging all around them and she hadn’t noticed.
She hesitated for a second and then said to herself, 'Of course I’m going to do this. He’s hot and it’s a music festival. He wants to fuck me. I’m sexy and I want this.'
'I want this dick.
I’m getting this dick.'
She turned around in the small space she had and fumbled to get his pants open. She could hear him giggle as she floundered to unbutton his boxers and free his cock.
WOW. It was too dark to see completely, but she could feel it. She had both her hands on his it and they didn’t close all the way around or cover it. It was hard and smooth and a little sweaty. She was near enough to smell it, musky, like unwashed hair. It made her feral. She tore open the package with her teeth and clumsily rolled the condom onto him. As soon as it was on, he flipped her around with both his hands and hiked up her skirt.
“I’m going to go slow,” he said, “I won’t hurt you.”
She knew he couldn’t keep that promise. It was OK. She wanted him to hurt her.
He slid his cock between her thighs and humped her a few times, perhaps to see if he could make the motion without anyone noticing. She could hear his low voice grunting. “FUCK. Little virgin. Fucking Jackpot,” he was whispering. If it hurt at least maybe he’d come fast. He seemed really pent up.
He settled the head of his cock near her cunt and slowly entered. Just a little at a time. She stayed as still as possible and breathed like they taught her in yoga during PE. Inch by inch, she felt her pussy fill up with his length. She breathed through it and kept her eyes on the stage. Marian Hill. She was going to lose her virginity while Marian Hill played I Got It. Fitting.
It was painful, but only a little. It felt more... FULL. She could feel her pussy overly wet, helping him along. His breaths were quick and short and filled with filthy words like fuck and slut and whore.
When he stopped entering he slid his hands up and down her body, feeling the smooth of her pussy then up to the hardness of her nipples and down again down her the soft skin on her belly and then back up, his thumbs hooking under her armpits making her giggle.
“I’m not all the way in,” he admitted, “But I’m so fucking close already. I don’t have to be all the way. Are you okay?”
She nodded, not looking back at him. She was more than ok. She was probably the happiest she had ever been in her life.
“I’m going to move,” he growled, “And if it hurts, I need you to tell me ok? I don’t want to hurt my little virgin slut ok?”
“Y-yes,” she nodded again.
She felt him pull back slowly and push back just as slowly. They both sighed and her pussy dripped. He hit this little spot inside of her that made her whole body tighten. He pulled back again and pushed back, this time harder and faster. And again and again. He made sure to fuck her to the beat of the song. To the outside world, they were dancing. They were having a romantic moment. His arms around her, she was leaning back into him, swaying and losing themselves to the music.
“You’re not a virgin anymore,” he hissed and she started to fuck right back into him. That spot he was hitting was making her curl and squirm. She was going to come again. Her pussy was dripping down her thighs and she clenched all around.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK,” he panted into her ear. “Fuck you’re coming…”
“Y-yes yes…” she admitted.
“You’re so fucking perfect. So beautiful, so pretty. My little virgin… My little festival princess…” he was heaving as he fucked into her, “It feels so good. Like I don’t have a condom on… shit shit shit… baby baby…”
This orgasm was different. It was like light was forming in her belly and then glowing outwards finding spaces to escape from her body. Out of her eyes, her ears, her mouth, her fingers, her toes… she groaned low and hard from the bottom of her belly as the her light flashed everywhere.
“Good girl good girl…” he praised as he felt her orgasm on his cock. “Fuck, you’re so good. You still fuck into me when you’re done….”
She saw movies. That’s what you’re supposed to do. You’re supposed to still get fucked so he could come too. He was slamming into her now and it was painful but she liked it. She wanted him to hurt her, mark her.
“Baby baby baby,” he whined, "My perfect girl, my little princess…”
His grip on her hips was searing, and she couldn’t be sure but she was almost positive that he was mindlessly fucking his entire length into her. She gritted her teeth and practiced her yoga breaths with every slam into her pussy.
She didn’t know it was possible, but she felt his cock get bigger inside her and his pace got even faster. The crowd was still outside of their world. Throngs of limbs and swaying, which helped them, supposing everyone thought they were just dancing.
“FUCK FUCK I’M GONNA COME,” he growled into her ear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, so pretty, so fucking sweet…” he gritted his teeth.
She braced herself by gripping above her and holding onto his shoulders and angled her head to kiss his neck. She panted with him, matching his breath, helping him get to the other side. She was dizzy and warm from the recklessness and orgasms.
“Fuck fuck fuck…” he was coming, his body jolting feverishly into hers, “So pretty… so perfect… Perfect girl… I… I… I… I love you… I love you… I love you….”
“I know…” she whispered to the air.
He held her tight and pulled out of her slowly with a huff of breath. She smoothed her skirt over her body and wondered what happened to her panties. She wondered if she was bleeding. That was supposed to happen right? He crouched down and hugged her from behind and kissed her ear.
“Perfect girl,” he whispered again and let go of her.
She assumed he was righting himself, zipping himself back in, perhaps smoothing his clothes down like she did. Rey didn’t want to look back and check, give him a moment right? Guys liked that. But, that moment lasted a bit too long and she turned around.
He was gone.
It was just over a week when Rey raced through Chandrila University’s English Department building to her first class. She was really feeling this new college co-ed Rey. She even bought new trendy clothes from Target (NOT Salvation Army this time!) and she wore lipstick and even had a brand new iPhone tucked into her jeans.
She half jogged, half tripped into the closed door of her first class. Rey was nervous but a good nervous. She took a deep breath and swung the door open.
The room was a huge hall, with at least a hundred seats piled on top of each other. Here we go. She took a few short steps towards the seats and glanced over to the podium where the professor was setting up.
Her tongue dropped down her throat.
His long dark hair was combed and fluffy and his brown eyes were shielded with a pair of square glasses. The podium was kind of a joke because he towered over it and he placed a large book on top so his notes could be closer to him. He was wearing a blazer. Not a nice one. It looked like he got it from a thrift store (she would know). It had those pads on the elbows and somehow he made it sexy as hell. But there was no mistaking it. She’d know that giant anywhere.
She gulped when he looked up at her and saw the same montage of fear and realization go through his eyes.
“It’s you.”