Concert Pickup

I’d gotten into line for the show early, so I could get a spot near the stage. It was a club show, so it was just a matter of who got there first and settled into the good spots. Even as an old man (I’m up to 56 now, and feel it sometimes), I like to be close to the stage. I want the music to be as loud as possible, and I want to be able to see the performers. Without having to look at a TV screen, which is why I usually go to smaller club shows and not the big arenas. Of course, my taste in music runs to the indie bands that don’t usually play arenas anyway. Tonight it was a new local band, bluesy indie rock, at one of the best-known local clubs, and I figured I’d be the oldest one in the crowd. That was fine by me. I came for the music, and wasn’t worried about what anybody thought.

I noticed the girl standing just in front of me in the line. She looked a little young to be there, then I remembered that this was an 18 and up show, not over 21 like most of the ones I went to. She had long, light-brown hair hanging loose around her face, which was extremely pretty – small, upturned nose, greenish-brown eyes, with just the right amount of eye makeup to cause them to stand out. Her mouth had a slight downturn at the corners, looked very sexy, with very light lipstick. Her cheeks were full, not chubby, but not that hollowed-out, anorexic look that a lot of teenagers seem to want these days. She was wearing a loose, peasant-style blouse that stopped at about her belly button, leaving a fair amount of skin showing about the tops of her jeans, which were very tight and very low-cut. The blouse was open in front enough to make it pretty obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits weren’t very big, a big A or small B, but from what I could see they stood out very nicely. The belly that showed between the blouse and the jeans had just the right little curve to it, and her ass was tight inside those jeans. A very nice little package. I kicked myself mentally for checking out a girl who was that much younger than I was. Oh well, she was at least eighteen, so I was safe there.

“Dude, are you here alone?” It was the girl in line. Her voice was surprisingly low-pitched, very sexy. I must have looked at her funny. “Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you. You here alone?”

“Uh, yeah, I am. Why?”

“I’m alone, too. I thought it would be nice to have somebody to hang out with in there instead of just dancing around by myself. You up for some company?”

“Sure, why not.” I didn’t see any harm in that. I figured she’d find somebody closer to her own age as soon as we got inside anyway.

“Thanks. My name’s Kara.”

“I’m Jake. So, do you always hang out with guys old enough to be your father? And then some?” I grinned, and she grinned back, looking conspiritorial.

“Only when they’re all hot like you.” She giggled, and I chuckled. I wish.

Once we were inside, I headed for the rail near the stage. Like I said, I like to be close to the band. Kara followed me as I staked out my spot.. Guess she wanted a place in front, too. She turned around, started watching the people coming in behind us. Looking for a replacement for me, I assumed.

“Hey, Kara, I’m going to go get a beer. Will you save my spot?” One of the nice things about living just a couple of blocks off the light rail line is being able to take the train to something like this and have a few beers without having to worry about driving home.

“Sure, if you get me something to drink, too.” She had that conspiratorial grin on her face again, and I was afraid she was going to ask me to buy her something alcoholic. That wouldn’t work here, the security’s too careful. We’d both get kicked out, and I’d probably get hauled off to spend a few days in jail.

“What do you want?”

“Coke would be good.” Whew, she wasn’t going to make me have to say no.

“Okay, be right back.”

When I got back, we leaned on the rail, drank, and talked a bit while we waited for the show to start. It was going to be a while, the doors opened an hour before the first band would be on. It turned out Kara was eighteen, a senior in high school, and completely bored with what went on there. I could sympathize with that, high school had always struck me as being a huge waste of time, too. Of course, part of that was because I was the world’s biggest geek, and had basically no real friends in high school. Come to think of it, things hadn’t really changed all that much in the last 40 years.

We talked the whole time we were waiting for the first act, mainly a number of variations on how lame the world was, and how stupid people were. Kara was awfully cynical for a girl her age, but cynicism has never bothered me. Having somebody to pass the time with instead of just standing there alone while I waited was a real plus. And we actually did have some things in common besides our nasty outlook on life, including similar tastes in music (duh, we were at the same show), and movies. I got myself another beer, and Kara another Coke, and before we knew it, the first band was getting ready to start its set.

When the lights went down and the music started, people pushed in closer along the rail, squeezing everyone together tighter. Kara and I got shifted so she was pressed up to the rail, her belly tight to it, while I was behind her. When the band was about 30 seconds into its first song, I felt Kara lean back against me, her head resting against my shoulder. I could smell her hair, sweet and a little flowery. This was maybe going to be a little more than I bargained for.

The opening band was kind of techno-dance style, and Kara was swaying in time to the music. I felt her body move against me, her head leaning back against my chest and shoulder, her ass bumping against the front of my jeans. I started getting a hard-on in seconds. At first I was worried that Kara might feel it. Before long I didn’t have to worry, it was obvious by the way she was pressing her ass back against me that she felt it, and was happy about it. I slipped my arms around her waist from behind, rested my hands against the bare skin of her lower belly. That just made her rub her ass up and down against the bulge in my jeans. I couldn’t take any more of this right now.

“Cool it!” I whispered into her ear. “Keep that up, I’m going to shoot in my pants, and we’re going to get arrested!”

She leaned back, said just loud enough for me to hear, “Don’t want that. Especially don’t want you to waste anything.” For the rest of the opening band’s set, about half an hour, we stood there, moving together in time to the music, her ass up against my hard dick, my hands on her belly. But we managed to keep things from getting out of hand.

When the first band finished and the roadies started changing the equipment on the stage, Kara turned around, looped her arms around my neck and stretched up to me. She whispered, “Put your tongue in my mouth.” I did, exploring every inch of her mouth, rolling my tongue over hers, scraping it along her teeth, up to the roof of her mouth. She tasted sweet, like she smelled, and the way her body was writhing against mine told me all I needed to know about what she wanted. By now my cock felt like it was going to snap in half it it didn’t get out of my pants soon. I wanted to fuck her right there in the club. I barely caught myself before I slipped my hand between her legs from behind to start rubbing her crotch. I finally pushed her away slightly, bent down to whisper in her ear.

“Look, baby, we can’t keep this up here. Control yourself until we’re done here, and I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”

“Mmmmm.” Like a cat purring.