Amy and The Skylines – The Festival

So I’m going to tell some more stories from mine and Kirsty’s life together now.

They won’t necessarily be chronological, and it won’t cover every amazing sexual encounter we’ve enjoyed. We go to Barbara’s three times a month… there are way too many.

This occurred one May, I was 23, so Kirst would have been 24.

The Skylines were going from strength to strength. We had made our own album, writing, recording and producing it ourselves, with Kirsty paying for the studio time.

We had actually made her money back in sales both online, download, through the Hummingbird and at other gigs elsewhere we endlessly hawked the album while we were on stage.

Theo and I ran the Facebook page, and Aaron Twitter and Instagram, and we had quite a following.

Andy was the creative force so we left him to write, although I wrote lyrics to his melodies, and sometimes we’d sit hours into the night with our guitars chasing an idea until we were too tired, or it blossomed into a verse, or chorus or sometimes a whole song could follow in a matter of minutes.

I loved that process, and Kirsty would sit with us some nights, giving her thoughts and support. She really is the fifth member, she was with us every day in the studio to record the album.

The work into the band was quite time consuming considering we all had full time jobs too.

So, we had been doing OK. Andy had a message from Harry saying that we had attracted the attention of someone and to come and see him.

We were praying for a record deal, but it was quite that good.

We had been asked to join the line up of a festival.

Now we had played local festivals the previous summer in pub car parks, or farmers fields, but this was a big deal.

The line up was international and star studded, bands I had seen, bands I had always wanted to see and thousands of people going.

It was a 3 day event, Friday to Sunday night in the grounds of a stately home.

There were different headliners each night, and the big bands played one set each on one of two stages, or in an acoustic tent.

We went along to The Hummingbird and met Harry and the organisers there, and were shocked to be asked to play 3 sets, Friday night, Saturday afternoon and an acoustic set on the Sunday tea time.

We hadn’t really got an acoustic set, but we had time to work on it.

We were camping all weekend, but had a container for our gear and access to showers and dressing rooms backstage.

I’d recently got myself a lovely Fender Telecaster, in black and white and was itching to play it on stage.

I literally counted down the days to go, and when we arrived on the Friday just after midday I was on cloud 9.

The Friday set was quite a long one. No major acts played on Friday, it was more of entertainment for people who arrived early, and we had a decent crowd in to see us perform, and a good reception.

There was a small merchandise stall set up for all the bands to share, which Kirsty kindly stood behind for us, and shifted about just under 100 copies of our album that first night. At £5 a throw we’d done alright with that.

Saturday was unreal.

The weather was unusually warm for June and the crowds were huge.

We were on at 1:30pm, which, considering the music started at 11, was a decent position.

The band after us had a record deal, and had supported acts on UK tours, and the band after that were pretty huge in the early 2000s, and one of my dad’s favourites.

We wandered around, struck backstage, and had photos with loads of artists.

I got really starstruck and got my backstage pass signed by a singer and saxophone player from another of my dad’s favourites. She was so lovely, especially when I told her it was watching videos of her on stage that got me into music.

The headline act that night were a big deal. I can’t name them, but you would have heard of them. They had arrived and were set up in a trailer.

We passed by on our way to the stage and they were outside having a smoke and relaxing in the sun.

I had gone for quite a grungy look.

My hair was in one long plait, I had a white t shirt tucked into a tartan A line skirt, ripped black tights and doc martens.

As always for on stage my eye make up was dark and heavy, and my lips very red.

I was attracting appreciative glances from bands and crew members, which I had started to love.

I had a last cigarette backstage, and left my phone and cigarettes with the crew, taking a pint of dark fruit cider on with me. We had 40 minutes, and quite an up tempo set, we’d opted for just one cover, opening with Atomic by Blondie, just as a way of drawing a crowd in.

It seemed to work. Theo had led us in with a drum solo to get people’s attention, as he always did, and as the opening riff off the song followed, I could see people coming across the field to see what was going on.

Already a few drinks in I was lost in the music from the start dancing and working the crowd, and loving hearing them singing along.

We escort şişli were easily playing to the biggest crowd we ever had, and were going down well. I looked across at Andy during our third song, and saw him backstage watching us.

I’m going to call him Gary, as I won’t use his real name. He is the singer of the headline band, and bloody gorgeous, slim and quite tall. And he was watching us… oh my God.

I tried not to let it affect me, but my energy levels were through the roof, so I was even more animated than normal.

We had ripped through the set and had time left on the end, so we covered Stupid Girl by Garbage, which was a bit of a go to we had for such situations.

Again the crowd singing along and dancing was intense. I was actually crying as I thanked them, profusely, and we left the stage, hugging and high fiving and walking straight into… Gary.

“Great set guys, I really enjoyed it.”

I couldn’t speak, Andy stammered a thank you, and we thought that would be it, but he carried on talking to us.

“You’ve got some energy,” He said to me, “the crowd love you, and not just because you look amazing.”

I managed to chip into the conversation now with a thank you and mention of how I loved his band. He spoke to us all praising our performance and individual ability, but lastly said it was our tightness together that made it work the most.

I lit a cigarette and he asked me for one as he had left his in the trailer.

The guys drifted off, and I stayed talking to Gary and we watched the next set from backstage together.

He asked if we were playing again, and I told him about the acoustic set the next day, when he said he would try and make it I thought he was just being nice.

Eventually he had to go, I took a selfie with him and sent is straight to Kirsty, “look who I’m hanging out with!”

Suddently he was back behind me saying; “Listen, come watch us from the backstage later, all of you. You can have a drink with us after.”

He must have been reading ny message over my shoulder as he instantly added; “who’s Kirsty?”

I looked back at my phone and there was Kirsty’s reply;

“Omg babe, permission granted, you gotta suck his dick at least!”

Gary was laughing, as I cringed and blushed.

He said; “it’s OK, I like Kirsty, she has the best ideas.”

I laughed; “she’s my girlfriend.”

He looked, “girlfriend? Shouldn’t she be telling you not to suck people’s dicks?”

I laughed, how to explain this.

“We’re both somewhere on the bi scale, and we both like to sleep with guys, and other girls too. We have a sort of open, sometimes swinging, relationship.”

His mouth was open, and he said; “Kirsty can come later too if you want?”

“You couldn’t stop her, trust me!” I laughed.

He looked at me; “so, our trailer’s pretty busy, fancy a drink at your place?”

My head was screaming, ‘this is happening,’ I texted Kirsty and said she should come back, but she was off on an adventure. I knew Sophie and the other girls had come to the festival, and obviously Sophie and Kirsty had history. It wouldn’t surprise me if she came back telling me all about an epic fuck her and Sophie had had.

Gary walked me back to the tent, and I got us both a cider.

He ducked inside and said, “you gonna give me the tour, I love what youve done with the place.”

I sat in the tent having kicked off my dms in the entrance, and he sat down, straight on a little rucksack Kirsty had brought as a surprise for me.

“What’s this?” He asked, “nearly went all the way…. Oh.”

He’d peered into the bag and found it full of our strap on, lube, condoms and a couple of other toys.

He took the strap on out as I died of embarrassment.

“This is nice,” he said, “been a while since I saw one. Is it wrong the thought of you two using this turns me on so much?”

“No,” I said, “it does the same to me.”

He smiled, “so you’re turned on right now?”

I crawled over to him, “Kirsty did give me permission…”

He took my face and kissed me, my body in full overdrive.

I zipped the tent shut, and moved backwards, lying down and drawing him on top of me as I did.

My legs were open and he lay pressed against me, his hardness pushing against my hot wetness through the thin layers of my tights and pants.

He felt big and I knew this was going to be good.

He dry humped against me as we kissed, driving me wild, and my hands were up his t-shirt, scratching his back, as I bit his lip.

He moaned with pleasure, and nibbled my neck, the delicious nips of pain driving me wild.

I fumbled my tights and pants down, and kicked them off into the corner, while he opened his jeans, kneeling above me.

I pulled him back down, and his hard cock pushed against me, he felt big, and as he rocked his hips he managed to move into the right position, his bare cock head parting my lips and dipping just inside me.

I gasped, and meeting his questioning gaze, escort nişantaşı whispered; “Yes, fuck me.”

He entered me, his large cock slowly parting and filling me until our bodies were pressed together.

I was whispering my pleasure and kissing and biting his neck.

He ripped off his t-shirt, and got properly on top of me, giving my mouth access to his shoulder collar bone with his height.

As he drove into me, I sucked and bit on his shoulder, largely to stop me screaming out as the first orgasm overtook me, my body convulsing as I wrapped my legs around him.

I pulled off my top and bra, and let his surprisingly smooth hands caress my breasts, twisting and teasing my nipples, as I whispered my desire to him, telling him how big he was and how good he felt fucking me.

He withdrew his cock, and reminded me; “Kirsty said you had to suck me.”

As he sat back I threw myself onto him, sucking him straight into my mouth, fast and deep, tasting my thick juices that coated him, and helped him slide into my throat.

A quick, fifty blow job, with deep throat, eye contact and me playing with his balls had him gasping and telling me to slow down before he exploded.

He grabbed me and practically threw me onto all fours, entering me in one thrust as he got behind me and knocking me off balance.

We fell forwards, me onto my face, him still inside me, his weight pinning me down.

I arched my back, my ass up, and my hands out above my head.

He pounded my pussy furiously, holding my arms down by my wrists.

In my head I imagined he was just taking me without asking, and the thought drove me into another orgasm. This time I couldn’t help but scream, especially when his mouth found my shoulder, right where I love it, and bit the join with my neck.

It was a rough, hard bite, and just how I like it. I realised he would have seen the matching mark from Kirsty on the other shoulder from last night.

As he bit and sucked he grunted and moaned and I clenched on to him on the throws of my orgasm, he slammed into me with deep thrusts, and then buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing.

I felt his explosion, his heat inside me, reignited my orgasm to fever pitch again, as our bodies shivered together.

He pulled out and held up the strap on;

“Would you fuck me?” He asked.

“With pleasure,” I replied.

I pulled the harness on and inserted the wearer’s dildo into my pussy, slick with both of our juices, as I reached for a condom for his end, he leaned in and sucked the strap on. He gave an amazing blow job, and I wished I’d had the nerve endings in the strap on to feel it. It pulled and teased my end inside me, and I activated the vibrator in my side loving the sensations.

When he pulled away he smiled, and I rolled the condom onto the strap on.

He got into position, and moved his legs wide, as his height made it difficult for me to reach him.

I rubbed lube into his ass, watching him squirm as I inserted a finger, then placed the strap on against his tiny hole.

I expected to have to work it in, but all 7 inches slid easily inside him, with little resistance.

He gasped, “Oh fuck that feels good.”

I pulled out to the tip, pulling my end out too, just the tip being held in me by the harness.

I held it there for a second then drove back into him, my end slamming inside me and making me gasp.

Again I pulled out, held, then went back in harder, and a third time.

He growled with pleasure; “just fuck me! Please just fuck me Amy.”

I grabbed his hips, nails digging into his skin and pounded him, gasping as my end fucked in and out of me, both ends vibrating now and the harness buzzing on my clit.

I would cum like this, and cum hard. I imagined if I could shoot deep inside him, like I always wished Kirsty and I could do to each other.

The thought made me cum, and I fell forward, biting at his back.

I moved him onto his side, raising his upper leg, and kneeling behind him, fucking him, rolling my hips, and reaching through his legs to grip and stroke his cock, rock hard again, working it at the same pace my hips were working him.

“You’re such a good fuck Amy, do you like this?”

“I love it, I love fucking you,” I gasped back, “your sexy ass is mine.”

He laughed, and said, “Let me ride you then.”

I lay on my back and he straddled me, lowering himself easily onto the strap on until it bottomed out in him, he threw his head back, the vibrations on his prostate, and moaned loudly..

He began to ride me, bucking his hips expertly, and working me with the dildo my end, drawing me ever closer again.

He was grabbing and squeezing my tits, and I begged him to go harder.

“Harder?” He said, “I’m being quite rough, do you like it rough?”

“Yes,” I growled, raking my nails down his chest, I reached up and grabbed his throat, squeezing hard.

“Harder” I urged as he groaned, “be rough!”

His hand came escort mecidiyeköy from nowhere and slapped me across the face, the beautiful pain sending electricity through my body.

I pulled him down by his throat, and slapped him back with my left hand, while my right gripped his cock, wanking him as he bucked up and down.

He held my throat down with his hand, making me gasp and choke, until I slapped his face again, gripping it in my palm, telling him to; “ride my dick harder.”

He threw himself back onto me, his head back and let out a series of loud grunts, his cock bucked in my hand and a rope of cum hit my left cheek, landing in a line from my stomach to my face.

The second drew a line from my nose to my belly and the third my right cheek.

I came with him, my body exploding with pleasure as he fired his cum all over me.

When he had finished he pulled off me and offered me his cock, which I happily sucked clean, swallowing him as I did and savouring his taste.

He turned and I snapped a quick selfie of his facial on me.

I still had the strap on, both on and in me, the condom crinkled on its shift.

It bobbed backwards and forwards as I said; “that was amazing.”

As he looked at me I spooned up his cum from my belly with his fingers and sucked them clean.

He moaned; “Oh you are fucking filthy.”

He knelt alongside me, rubbed his softening cock though a line of his cum, and offered it to my mouth.

I sucked him clean again, watching his eyes flicker as I teased his sensitive head.

He then leaned forward and sucked his cum from my breasts, before moving to my face.

I opened my mouth and he let it trail down onto my waiting tongue, following it down with a kiss, sharing his taste.

As we kissed his face rubbed what was left of his load into my cheeks.

It was deliciously filthy.

As we dressed I saw I had a reply from the cum selfie I’d sent Kirsty.

She had sent me her view down her body of Sophie eating her out. I always had a hint of jealousy, but only because we hadn’t yet shared Sophie, friendship and sex being a difficult mix.

She had also sent a message;

“Dirty girl, I love you. You look so hot. Tell him I want him later. Will he meet us both? You gotta make this happen.”

I told Gary Kirsty wanted to join us to play later and his face was a picture.

“Really? I mean, how can I say no to that?”

It was shaping to be an amazing day.

After Gary left, I changed into wellies and went and checked out some bands.

The guys from the band came with me and we met up with Kirsty, Sophie and the girls.

We drank and danced, and drank more.

I noticed Aaron slipping away with Priya, who was normally so quiet and reserved, and Theo was being hit on by at least three of them. He was remaining surprisingly uninterested, although I started to have a funny feeling I knew why.

Andy was with Sarah, and that was unshakeable. Had been for all time it seemed, I couldn’t remember before they were together.

Every love song he wrote was for her, and every thought he had was either music, Sarah or both.

It was so sweet, Kirsty said sickening, but you probably guessed I’m the romantic.

The bands were amazing, and as it got dark the light shows mind blowing.

I loved this, lived for this.

As the main stage was cleared for the headline band, I headed backstage with the guys and Kirsty. Holding Kirsty’s hand and feeling like a couple was a nice feeling.

We gathered with the crew backstage, and Gary came over; “These guys are with me,” was enough to get us onto the side of the stage.

We sat with him, and he handed me his acoustic and said; “play any of my songs you know.”

I thought for a second and started to play one of their hits, an anthem with a huge chorus. He sang along, Theo tapping the rhythm out on the table.

He stopped, saying; “do you know this one?”

I can’t say the name, it would give the whole thing away, but suffice to say it’s a romantic duet, with pretty much all of it sung by both leads.

We did. I had practiced it with Andy, but we hadn’t thought it edgy enough for our set.

We ran through it just on the guitar and vocals, and he said; “practice it for your set tomorrow, play it for me.”

We agreed, how the hell could we refuse?

He had a smoke with me, then headed on stage to rapturous applause and cheers, the energy on the stage was unreal, intoxicating. I stood peering out from the wings wishing it was me up there for this crowd.

They were amazing. Watching live acts helps you refine your own, and develop your stage presence.

I watched in awe, and danced like I was on stage and it was my gig, Gary looking back and winking between a couple of songs.

About 5 songs in, he had a chat with the audience. The usual; “So have you guys all had a good day?” 20,000 screams in response meaning probably yeah, but who knew?

He went on, “I’ve loved every minute some of the acts here today have been top class, genuinely it’s an honour to be on the stage they were on. Did anyone catch The Skylines earlier?” A cheer went up, from us backstage, as well as from the crowd.

Gary continued; “I did, I was really impressed. Listen, they’re doing an acoustic set tomorrow in the acoustic tent, it’s at… one, what time is it Amy?” Looking back.