Crowd Surfing_(2)

*This is a re write of the first story I published over a month ago. I have added paragrapahs to make it easier to read and changed or added a bit. Thanks for reading my other stuff.

We were going to attend the mosh pit extravaganza concert in Detroit. Little did we know it would be a huge mistake attending the concert. Our lives would be changed forever.

Let me describe myself. My name is Brittney. I exercise everyday and am about 5’2″ and 100 pounds soaking wet with rocks in my pocket. My tanned legs and bumble bee bum make guys whistle and pay attention to me all the time. I have long blond curly hair past my waist and am completely tanned with a six pack and smooth as a baby. Not bad for a 19 year old girl. That makes many girls jealous of me.

My friend Jen is 21 and just about six feet tall. She has long brown hair and works out like crazy. She is thin and has a stomach to die for. Her firm tits stand at attention and love it! She never hardly wears a bra.

My friend Jen and I were so excited. We waited months to buy tickets for the concert.
She came to my house that afternoon and we had to decide what to wear to the concert. I decided to wear a really small pair of faded blue jean Guess shorts I had owned for years. They were like my security blanket. I wore them almost every warm day. They were starting to wear and the fabric was failing. They were just a bit inappropriately short and frayed on the bottoms. By inappropriate I mean not long. They barely covered my lower round ass cheeks. From in seem to top they were probably only 6 inches. I had little slits up the side seems to show off a bit of my tanned legs and get boys horny. Under them I wore little white lacy boy shorts. For a top I wore a white t-shirt over a white string bikini. I had on brown well worn cowboy boots and a cowboy hat. Jen jokingly said to me that dressing like that would cause trouble.

Jen didn’t like to show off as much skin, but she should have with a long tall tan slender body like hers. She decided to wear light blue denim jeans that were torn horizontally everywhere. That’s the new style. She had on little white socks and runners. For a top she wore a spaghetti string cotton tee shirt. She wore no bra underneath as her firm tits stood out like little mountains. They did not sag. Even I was envious of that.

On the way to the concert we drank a few beers and mixed some shots in the car. Jen started to get a little too wasted and I told her to slow down. When we got to the concert; it was packed. We made our way down to the mosh pit area and it seemed guys parted the sea and made way for us.

The music started playing and was super loud. As the night went on we drank some more and at a few points I could tell drunken guys were eyeing us up and undressing us with their thoughts. At one point I could feel hands grabbing and rubbing at my ass. A few smacks even came my way. I kind of enjoyed it until later. Hands grasped and pinched my hard tight ass. The odd set of fingers slipped down the waist of my shorter than short jean shorts.

By about eleven pm Jen was wasted. She couldn’t even stand. That’s when the trouble began.