Spencer Scott

A Festival Turned Fling

I apologize for the long delay in updating everyone. Stuff has been happening really quickly lately. I have had this draft in the works for a while, but I am going to just sit down and make myself write everything so I can keep you all in the loop here…

Ok, here we go…

So, it turns out that this “joining a rec soccer team” was worth it. :) But I’m getting ahead of myself here… I should start from where I left off.

So, last week, Alex offered me a ticket to a huge beer festival on Friday night in downtown. I accepted, of course, because I was interested in seeing where things went, but I really had no idea what to expect from the whole thing. I figured that I would just meet him downtown somewhere, have a few beers with him at this beer fest, and then see if I could make any headway on getting him to take me home afterwards.

So, on Tuesday after work, Shauna and I decided to go out and have a happy hour drink to talk.

I told her that I was going to go to this with Alex, and she asked me right away what I was planning on wearing. I told her that I hadn’t really planned it out yet. So, she asked if I was thinking casual? Sexy? Flip flops? Heels? “Well, geeze… I don’t know.” I said, “I guess I should probably try to look cute, right? Maybe a skirt and heels?”

“You want him to like you, right?” She asked me.

“Yeah, of course”

“Well then you need to fit in. Show him you are there to have fun, but don’t look like you are trying too hard”

I asked her what she meant. She said that if I showed up to a beer festival wearing heels and a tiny skirt, I would be totally out of place - there were probably going to be a bunch of people there (Alex included) wearing jeans and a t-shirt. “You want to look like you are there because you want to be, not just like you are there to be seen”

I hadn’t really thought about it before, but she had a point. I want to have fun, but be available too. If I tried to hard, I might scare him away. Plus, it would really suck to be in heels and on my feet the entire night. I can just feel my feet hurting if I did that. “So, what kind of attire would you recommend?” She smiled, and we planned out my wardrobe for the next night.

Eventually, we settled on the tightest pair of black jeans I have, wedge open-toed sandals, black bra, tan and white tank top, and my hair in a ponytail. We agreed that it would be sexy, but not out-of-place sexy. Casual, but available. Just the look I wanted.

I went home, and called my boyfriend to come over. When he got there, I asked him if he would start dinner, while I went up to my room to start pulling everything out. He was a little hesitant at first. I stood there, with my hands on my hips and asked him if I would rather that I didn’t go out with Alex? I could always start looking for another guy, but my decision about no sex for him wasn’t changing. That made him agree pretty fast.

So, while he was pulling food out of my fridge, I ran up to my bedroom and laid everything on my bed. Originally, I was planning on letting him to come up and see the outfit that Shauna and I picked out while it was laying on my bed, but then I thought… What the heck, he won’t be done cooking for a while, so I went for the whole get up.

I jumped in the shower, and washed my hair. I shaved my legs, even trimmed up a little downstairs… When I got out, he yelled up to me that he was almost ready. I made him wait. I wiggled into the jeans, and made sure my bra strap was visible on my shoulder. My boyfriend called me again, to say he was ready. I wasn’t. I did my makeup - just a touch on the dramatic side. Somewhere in the middle of my makeup, he yelled up and told me it was getting cold. I told him to wait. I blow dried and brushed out my hair, and pulled it back into a ponytail like Shauna and I had decided.

Finally, after about an hour and a half, I was ready to show him the look. I came downstairs wearing the Friday night outfit for Tuesday dinner. Now he knew why I took so long. I looked good. He said so himself. He just had shorts and a t-shirt on. The whole time during dinner, I made sure to tease him in lots of different ways. I’d fiddle with my bra strap on my shoulder… I’d dangle my wedge off the end of my foot… I’d run my hand through my hair while sticking out my chest… All little things, but stuff I knew would turn him on. I wanted to.

I asked him, flat out… “You think Alex will like this outfit?” He nodded. Of course he would. That made me feel powerful. Forcing him to talk about how hot I would look for another guy. “What if he can’t keep his hands off of me?” “I wonder if he has a place we can go afterwards?” I made him answer me every time. Not just moans and nods… But words. What a rush. Total power dynamic at play there. Seriously, for my lady followers… Try it sometime, super hot.

The rest of the night was uneventful - much to his dismay. I let him stay the night. I even let him sleep in he same bed as me. He was really horny. But I stuck to my decision. No sex for him. Even if it mean having to smack his hand away multiple times. Not going to lie - It turned me on. I felt like I was saying myself - for someone else. It was hot.

Fast forward to that Friday night, and I was wearing the outfit again, when Alex and I met up with a bunch of his friends downtown. Holy cow, I had no idea that this festival was so big. There were probably 50,000 people there. It was huge! Apparently they do this thing every year, and it gets bigger every time. It was massive! And my goodness, the number of beers there was nuts! I was thinking it would be like 50 beers, but there were probably 10,000 a not even joking.

Alex and i each got a couple tasters of different beers. He is more of a beer fan than me, obviously, because he knew of a bunch of good breweries that he wanted to check out. One of them in particular was pouring a beer right from the barrel. Apparently it is really rare and expensive. He told me it was a strong coffee beer, so I was like “sure, who doesn’t like coffee?” So we go over to this booth, and there are already like 50 people in line for this beer. (These people were seriously into beer) so we stood in line, everybody was cheering, and yelling, and having a grand old time, and Alex was standing right behind me in line, with a couple of his friends. He leaned in over all the beer-cheers and said “you look great tonight”.

Inside- I smiled. I wanted to look good for him. Mission accomplished. I was about to say thanks to him, when I caught myself… I thought - remember Court: no “dating” just having fun. Don’t be sweet and innocent Courtney… Be fun and available Courtney… So, rather than thank him, I just looked back at him over my shoulder and said “I know I do, thanks for noticing.” He smiled, and when I looked back up towards the guy giving out all the beer, I caught a glimpse of his friend punching him in the shoulder… Like guys do sometimes. I think that was a good thing… Like some encouragement, “go get her” of thing.

A few seconds later, we are at the front of the line, so I got this coffee barrel beer that everybody was going crazy over. Holy alcohol Batman! It was like 18% or something. Geeze….!! Here is the scary part… It was good - really good. It didn’t taste like that much booze, and honestly, I could have probably had a lot more than I did, because it was so good. I can understand why people were all about it. I don’t remember the name, but Alex told me later that it was a local brewery, so I might have to figure out which one it was, and go visit. Normally I’m more of a wine girl, but that beer was awesome…

Anyway… So, after that, Alex and a couple of his friends and I all wandered around, trying more here, a few there… It was super casual, and laid back. I was glad that I had opted out of the heels, because I was on my feet all night. The wedges were good for being cute, but not hurting.

Did I mention that there were like 50,000 people there? It was all I could do to not get lost. Which did happen a few times, but Alex always seemed to find me. At one point, I thought I would probably not see him again the whole night, because we got separated, and after like 10 min of looking, I texted him, and just had to hope it made it through to him with all the people that I’m sure we’re doing the same thing. Well… Like 5 min later, and there he was, but this time without his friends. He came up to me and I decided to push it a little bit. When I saw him finally, I said “it’s about time… I was thinking I might have to find somebody else to take me home tonight.”

He smiled, and told me that if he took me home, it would be taking advantage of me. So I said, “you were a gentleman last time. That’s not going to fly tonight. So take your pick: you take advantage of me tonight, I take advantage of you tonight, or I find somebody else to take me home?” He smiled again, and asked if I was sure I was ready for that. Maybe it was that damn 18% beer talking, but I told him I wasn’t the one that needed to make sure I was ready.

That was pretty much all the encouragement he needed. He asked me if I wanted to leave right then, and I playfully asked him “what about your friends?” He just grabbed me around e waist, and let me to the closest exit. Thanks beer festival… Nice knowing ya.., we were out.

We got a cab almost as soon as we were out of the building. There was a whole line of the, ready for people coming out of the festival, so we didn’t have to call, or wait or anything. Alex told the cab driver where to go, and we were off. Turns out that he owns his own house… (Nice), and that it isn’t really too far away from me (also nice). I was giving him the bedroom eyes all the way home. I wanted to make it perfectly clear that I wanted sex, not a relationship. A fling, not a friend. I was feeling a little frisky, but the cab driver was kinda creepy, so I didn’t want to get too carried away in the car…

I want to pause for a second here and answer a follower’s question… Somebody wrote me, and reminded me that I hadn’t told you all what Alex looks like. So, here goes: he is tall, probably about 6′2″ or so, with dark brown/black hair, that is about 2 or 3″ long and falls in tight little curls. He has deep brown/hazel eyes. He has a little bit darker skin, not black or Hispanic, but like, more of a Mediterranean looking guy. He has a pretty good body too, and he is in really good shape. He is pretty cute actually. I will have to ask him where his family is originally from, because now I’m wondering myself… Stay tuned there

Ok, so we pull up to his house, and Alex pays some obnoxious a out for the cab, and then let’s me into his house. It was really nice! I was super impressed for a guy in his mid to late 20s to own his own house, and have it in such good condition. It was clean, spacious, he even had matching furniture. I know that sounds weird, but at my age, everybody just has all of their old college furniture still, not nice stuff like he does. I was impressed… (Maybe he makes really good money??)

He asked me if I wanted a tour of the place, and I said “maybe tomorrow, how about you just show me your bedroom tonight?” He got the hint… And in about 2 minutes, I was in his bedroom, pushed up against a wall, while he kissed me, and ran his hands over my legs… (Hmmm.. A leg man?…) I took his shirt off, and he helped me with the tank top. In short order, I was naked, on his bed, while he was sucking on my neck, and I was running my fingers through those curls of his. He was breathing so heavily! Like, through clenched teeth the whole time. It was crazy, but super hot… Like, almost overpowering, rutting sort of hot… He even smelled good. He had his hand between my legs, and when he pushed a finger into me, I surprised myself about how wet I was already. A few weeks of abstinence will do wonders for your libido when you have a hot guy sucking on your neck.

I tried to get his pants off, but honestly, I couldn’t. He wouldn’t let me up, as he was laying on me, with his hand between my legs, and his mouth on my neck, so all I could do was fumble with his belt with my two hands in between moments of his weight shifting on top of me. It kept building, and building, and eventually, I came, right there, on his fingers… Before he was even naked. Ohh, it was good too. Like one of those taboo orgasms where you know you shouldn’t yet, but it feels so good that you stop resisting and just let it happen… He kept going, kissing and sucking on my neck while I was panting underneath him. I was seriously having a hard time keeping my breath. I finally had to ask (beg?) him to stop for long enough that I could get his pants off. He rolled to one side, and I practically ripped them off of him.

And then, I met Alex again.

Some people have asked me if my boyfriend has a little cock. He doesn’t. He is just fine for me, and not even near the smallest one I’ve ever seen. Some people have asked me how he and Brandon compared size wise, and I have said that they were pretty comparable in size, it was all about the attitude with Brandon.

The first think I noticed about Alex was that he was bigger. I know that sounds cliche again, but it was true. He was bigger. And thicker too. Not like outrageous, huge, porn star, surgically enhanced… But like noticeably longer (an inch maybe?) and slightly thicker too. The first thing I thought when I saw him is "I want to ride it”. So - I did. I told him I wanted to feel him in me, and I pushed him back onto his back. I held him in my hands, while he laid back with his hands behind his head, and I stroked him for a while and he got hard for me.

I asked him if he had a condom, and he reached over and pulled one out of his night stand (a prepared guy too). I took it from him, and opened it myself, and put it on him, rolling it down his shaft. I looked him in the eye as I was doing it and asked “stash of condoms in the night stand huh? You get lucky a lot?” And he sorta laughed a little, and said “nah, not that often.” And I saw an opportunity to make sure we were on the same page here… “Well, stick with me, and you might… No strings, no drama, just fun, cool?” He grinned a big grin at that, and nodded his head. That was good enough for me.

I crawled up, and straddled him, and guided him into me as I slid down on top of him. I was surprised. Not so much by him per se, but more so by myself. I didn’t realize that I would get so wet. I suppose it was a combination of a lot of things… Me “saving myself” for him for a few weeks, me sticking to my guns with my bf not getting any until I had first, the fact that I was a little bit tipsy after 18% beers… All probably had something to do with it.

Oohh - the sex was good. It wasn’t dangerous, or risky, or punishing… I was just like long, drawn out, slow build up, drive me crazy sort of sex. I don’t want to say passionate, because it wasn’t… It was just like, he knew exactly what he was doing. And I did my best to keep up. Seriously, the thing that really did impress me about him was his stamina. I’ve never been with a guy like that before… He made me cum so many times before he did. I was riding him, then him laying behind me, then doggystyle, him on top… All those positions, and it was all just building the whole time.

It took like an hour or something, and finally, after I was exhausted… And I mean exhausted… he finally came. God, I was a sweaty mess. I laid there, trying to catch my breath, for probably another hour. That’s what it seemed like at least. Courtney 5ish, Alex 1. I could seriously get used to that. He asked me if I wanted to stay till morning. It was late, and I was drunk, and my body said yes, stay the night, and sleep there in his arms, and maybe get fucked again good once more in the morning…

But my brain screamed no - don’t give him the wrong impression. You said no strings, so mean it. Get up and go home to your boyfriend… Sleep there.

My brain won out. Tough decision short term, probably the right one long term. I got out of bed, put my clothes back on, told him thanks for a great time, and I’d love to do it again soon - but not too soon. I told him that I don’t want him to call for a while. I don’t want him to feel any pressure to take me out on another date or whatever. No drama. He asked if I was serious. “Totally.” So then he asked if I just wanted sorta a friends with benefits thing? I said “Sure, if that’s what you want… I was just thinking like a ‘random Tuesday booty-call’ thing”. He didn’t need any more convincing.

I tied my hair back again, and grabbed my phone off his coffee table on the way out of his house. He asked me if I needed a ride or anything, because by this time it was early morning sometime (I’m not really even sure what time it was). I thanked him for the offer, but told him I was close by, so I would just Uber it home again. I unlocked my phone, and texted my boyfriend. “Come get me please, I’m on the corner of XXX and YYY” I gave him cross streets for Alex’s house, because I didn’t pay enough attention to the address when I was walking in. Of course my be was still awake, and texted back in like 5 min “on my way”.

The great thing about Uber is that people drive their own cars. When my bf drove up to get me, Alex had no idea. He walked me out, saw me get in the back seat of a car, and closed the door as I was pulling away.

My boyfriend was going crazy. It was only a five minute drive home. He probably asked me 50 questions… What happened? How did it go? Did you like him? Are you going out with him again? Did you have sex? Are you drunk?

I answered them all, honestly. I knew that they were all answers that he wanted to hear too. That’s another weird feeling… When your boyfriend asks you if you just had sex with some guy, and you know that the answer he wants to hear is a “yes”, and if you say “no” will be disappointed… Such is my life I suppose.

We got home, and he couldn’t keep his hands off of me. Like I said, I was exhausted, and would really have liked to just go to bed, but I made him wait sooo long… I felt like it would have been exceptionally cruel to make him wait longer, so I relented. He took me up to my bedroom, and for the second time in about 2 hours, I had sex again, with a second guy. I didn’t, however, want him to go crazy… I asked him to go slow… He was obliging, until he saw what Alex did to my neck… I hadn’t realized it, because I hadn’t seen myself in a mirror, but apparently when Alex was kissing/sucking on my neck while I was fumbling with his belt, he left quite a hickey. (Thank goodness that it was a Friday night, and I wouldn’t have to explain myself in the morning at work).

As soon as my boyfriend saw that, the whole “go slow” thing went right ought the window. He lasted like 5 minutes, and I was asleep shortly after that.

He let me sleep in in the morning, and even made me breakfast. I spent the majority of that weekend answering his questions, and teasing him too… At one point, late in the evening, he asked me if I wanted to fuck Alex again. At the time, I meant for my answer to be sort of a joke… I said “excuse me, that’s a little personal, don’t you think?”

Here’s the thing - it’s not too personal at all. That is essentially what our relationship has been about for quite a while now. I’ve always told him everything about what I do with other guys. I expected him to say something like “come on babe, you gotta tell me!” But he didn’t, and it caught me off guard.

He just said “Oh, ok, sorry” and shut up. Didn’t say another word.

Really? Just like that? No prying? No begging for details? Not even any more leading questions? I had to stop and think about that for a minute. He thought I was serious? He did! He totally thought I was serious about not wanting to tell him something about whether I wanted to be with Alex again. And, the bigger revaluation for me, was that he seemed to be OK with that. I knew he wanted an answer. I could see it eating him up… I decided to wait to see if he would ask again… He didn’t.

I didn’t know what that meant, really. So… I called Shauna, and told her we needed to talk about something. I met her for happy hour the next week, and told her everything… About the beer fest, about Alex, about the sex… And, of course, about how my boyfriend reacted, and also DIDN’T react, to me giving details about the whole event. She was amazed. We talked through it a bunch… Was he pissed? Depressed? Horny? I can’t tell you how good it was to have somebody else thing through that with me. For all the potential bad things that could have come from telling someone about this lifestyle, Shauna has been totally cool about everything. Such a relief to not have to psychoanalyze everything alone…

So… After a happy hour of talking about this, here is our interpretation of that whole incident… Please let me know if you read it otherwise… We think he is giving me a cue here… He wants me to tell him everything… Really bad. But he isn’t going to push me if I say no. This whole time, I have been telling him everything I do with other guys. But if I say “no” to telling him those details sometime, he will just have to accept it, and swallow his angst. Maybe it turns him on to NOT know… Maybe he doesn’t want to take a chance of making me angry with him… I don’t know how I feel with that information… Maybe a little devilish… I may have to explore that a bit.

Alex listened. He didn’t contact me for a whole 11 days after that night. I was tempted to call him… But… No drama… I don’t want to be that girl… Ball was in his court. He texted me that next Tuesday, and said “random Tuesday booty call?”

Of course I couldn’t say no… My boyfriend was sitting right next to me when I got that text. I just smiled, and showed it to him. He turned red immediately. I didn’t even ask my brother what he thought. Just sat right there next to him, and let him watch me type my answer. “Sure. Drinks first? Want to pick me up?” Alex answered “sure, where do you live?” And I realized that he still didn’t know where I lived… What the hell? I sent him my address, and told him I’d be ready in 20 min.

I kissed my boyfriend, and ran up to my bedroom to get ready. I told him that he could wait and watch me leave from the window… 10 min later, and I was back downstairs, wearing some black capris, and a purple top, and looking out the window anxiously… Spontaneous booty call… I stood right in front of my boyfriend, and pressed my ass into his crotch. He was hard. He fucking loves this. Good boy.

And then, I learned something else about Alex, as he pulled up in front of my place.

Alex has a motorcycle.

I just looked at my boyfriend, and my jaw dropped. A motorcycle. For real. I am terrified of motorcycles… So dangerous… I just told my boyfriend “well this should be fun”. And I walked out the door. I knew he was watching me. I could feel his eyes on me from the window as I walked to Alex. I am seriously scared of motorcycles. Thank god I didn’t wear a skirt… I felt like I was on autopilot. Like an out of body experience. I don’t think I’ve been so simultaneously aroused, and completely scared out of my mind in my life. It was like an out of body experience or something. I got on the back, and grabbed him around the waist so tight it was like my life depended on it… Because it sorta did.

He asked me what bar I wanted to go to. I said “forget the bar”. He drove off to his house. I tried not to pee my pants.

The sex. Again… God. His stamina. Ugh… It was probably 2 or 3 in the morning when we were done. I have no idea how this guy learned the things he knows, but I am sooo glad that somebody did.

When it was all over, I asked him to drive me home, in a car… He had one, right? I confessed I was terrified of motorcycles. He laughed, and drove me home in his car. Wednesday at work was a 3 cup of coffee kind of morning. At least I didn’t have another hickey.

This has the potential to be dangerous in so many ways.

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