Heading down the highway, we were eager to get to the campground. It had been a long week of exams, and Rob and I were ready to blow off some steam. We’d planned the trip to Florida a few weeks ago, and I had been looking forward to it ever since. One of my favorite bands was playing at the festival, and I imagined there’d be a ton of hot, barely dressed hippie chicks. They were my weakness. Free love and ready to fuck. Those bitches were just what I needed. I’d been working so hard studying for exams; I hadn’t gotten laid in over a week. My balls ached. I was ready to explode.
I glanced over at Rob, my college roommate, as we sped down I-95 in his Porsche 911. His dad had given it to him as a high school graduation present. Rob was tall and muscular, and everyone thought he was hilarious. He had no problem pulling girls. I was keenly aware that being rich and having a big dick gave him confidence that most guys just out of high school didn’t have. I found it hard to compete. He banged a different bitch almost every night.
Being his roommate, I didn’t mind watching and sometimes he let me have his leftovers. The poor girls were obsessed with him and willing to bang me for another chance with him. I felt lucky. He was generous and it worked out well for me.
He caught me looking at him and smiled back at me. “We're going to get some sweet new pussy this weekend, bro! You ready?” he asked. I chuckled, as I was thinking the same thing. Yes, I was ready.
We arrived at the campground a few hours later. The air was thick and humid as we laid out our tent. It was a decent size; I figured you could probably fit about four people in it. Enough room for Rob and me to have had a girl each, at least. “How many pairs of tits and ass do you think we could fit in here?” I asked.
“Depends how big they are!” he said, holding his arms out in front of him as if he had giant breasts.
After we finished setting up our tent and the campsite, we sat in our chairs to survey the scene. The music had been playing on the main stage. The sound waves carried a familiar guitar solo I’d only just then begun to notice. Rob handed me a beer. “Check out these two.” He motioned across from where we were sitting.
One girl waved a long purple ribbon in the air. It was attached to a skinny stick, and she twirled in circles. She wore a beaded shirt with no bra. Her nipples were hard as they poked through. The beads rubbed against them. She caught me staring at her tits and smiled, and continued to play with her ribbon.
I glanced a few feet away from her to check out her friend. She was bent over on her hands and knees, her clean-shaven pussy fully exposed, looking flustered as she tried to pull down her skirt. She gave up. The material was too short. She didn’t see me looking and let it go as she continued to bang the tent stake with a rock. Her skirt inching higher and higher with each pounding. I turned back to Rob with wide eyes. These girls would be fun.
Rob rolled a joint as we listened to the music coming from the stage. The sound was low in the distance. The sun had started to set. Our area was busy as people milled about. There were weirdos of all types passing in between camps. I sat drinking my beer, taking note of all the young, gorgeous hotties around. So many of them appeared to be single and ready to fuck. I started to get tipsy. Rob handed me the joint. “You do the honors,” he said. I went to pat my pocket for my lighter, but it wasn’t there.
“Hey Rob, you got a light?” I asked.
“Here you go!” the girl with the purple ribbon said and handed out a baby Bic to me. She stood right in front of us, her ribbon resting on the ground near her bare feet. I looked up at her, her nipples still hard through the beads. She was cute, with light brown hair up in two small, messy buns. I figured she was about nineteen.
I took the lighter from her. “Thanks.” I said, “Nice shirt! I’m Alex, by the way. This is Rob.” I gestured over to him.
She giggled and put her hand to her mouth and turned away, “I’m Maryanne and that’s Julie,” she said and pointed to her friend. Julie looked up, she had been focused on something at their camp. Julie was tall and tan with strawberry blond hair. She wore a very thin, small white shirt. It was practically see-through. She didn’t have a bra on either.
This is why I love hippie chicks, I thought. Her giant tits flapped about as she waved to us. Rob jumped out of his chair and walked over to hug her. He put his hands out and she fell into him. He caught her and pulled her in. I could see from the side her large breast smashed against him. He lifted her slightly off the ground and with that motion, her skirt lifted too, and gave me another look at her pretty pussy. Her butt poked out, and I could see it through the back of her legs. My cock shifted in my pants when I looked up at Maryanne.
“You girls want to smoke this with us?” I asked as I held up the joint.
Rob looked at Julie. “Sure!” she said, and he grabbed her hand and walked her over to our camp.
He got a blanket and laid it down in front of our chairs for them to sit on. I sparked up the joint and took a big drag feeling pretty good that things were already working out according to our plan. Maryanne sat across from me on the ground. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her breasts. They weren’t big, but they looked firm and sat well on her chest. Her nipples were big and pointy; they looked as if they were begging to be teased. I had the urge to bite them. I wanted to see more of her. She had a long flowy skirt on that went down to her ankles and sat with her legs straight out in front of her, but she kept them slightly apart. The skirt lay in a way between her legs so that I could see the outline of her pussy. I wondered if she was bare too, like Julie. I leaned forward and handed her the joint along with her lighter.
“So where are ya’ll from?” I asked.
“We’re from here, Florida,” Maryanne said.
“Well, south Florida, actually,” Julie said, correcting her. “We go to school at FAU. It’s in Boca.”
“Oh nice, my grandparents live in Boca,” said Rob. “You girls like going to school there?”
We smoked and chatted for a while. It started to get late. The music had stopped and people wandered about. The girls were talking about something, but I hadn’t been paying attention. I was horny and distracted, Julie’s pussy kept catching my eye. She sat with her legs crossed and her short skirt had made its way up to her waist again. She didn’t seem to notice that we could see everything. Her pussy gaped when she leaned forward, handing Rob the joint.