Faerie Fun at the Festival. Part 3

Yes, yes this is loong overdue. For that I apologize. There have been quite a few things going on lately that have sucked up all my attention and left me more than a little drained when I should have been here, telling the tales that you young ones like to be tucked into. So, without much further ado, back to my usual enthusiastic rambling and self therapy. Now, while the night we spent at the fest was very, very good. I will skip over it. Mostly due to the fact I still have trouble remembering each and every event. I was...quite intoxicated. One might even have thought drunken! Okay, okay, drunken was an understatement. It was awash with expensive vodka, bright swirling colours, and dashes for beer. In the mean time, I'll skip that experience and go straight towards the morning;

A more glorious morning couldn't have been afforded. Thor answered my gripes with a force and fury that left sodded the in small lakes and blew apart cheaper shelters. Not a ray of the sun penetrated the clouds, pouring down their hefty load. Not that any sun was needed, lightening streaked across the sky blindly illuminating the chaos and leaving those of us...more sensitive to the light than the previous day simply blind during unguarded moments. Our tent, as it turned out, wasn't as waterproof as we had been lead to believe. In fact it sucked. Against Thor's might the cheap plastic and bad stitching was ripped away by the wind then pummeled by the rain. Leaving gaping holes and three people scurrying to pick up all the clothes we had stripped off during the night and anything else that would absorb the freezing water. Needless to really say we didn't save everything. Several pairs of socks, a cloth over-coat, two pairs of shoes, a pair of panties, a bra, and a convenient towel were stowed inside the cooler for safe keeping.


However, the blessing (because despite people's gripes, it was a blessing) gave me amble opportunity to help my comrades. Thomas, taking up for his cute little lady, braved the cascading, wind driven needles to grab E's bag. Then make way to the toilet where he would hold out till things calmed down. Mostly because the booze had gotten to him. E, being the shy woman she is, relegated me to standing outside in the blessed rain and guarding the tent while she undressed and attempted to put on her outfit. Several cigarettes later, wearing 20lbs of leather, and laying back on their car I heard some shouting. At first I believed it to be E asking for help, hoping she had not ended up pinching something tender...then it went by. A 3 person tent, the same brand we purchased, red with black stitching, went ass over tits flying through the air bouncing as it hit the ground only to fly seemingly higher and further while the same time pouring water from every corner. A very busty, very upset woman was walking furiously behind stringing together cuss words at a proud rate. Her partner looked more or less amused at the fact his scantily clad woman was yelling at an inanimate object. Well, mostly inanimate. The damn tent made it more than 1/2 a mile before being snagged into a tree, as we saw later that day.

Then I heard another yell, this time it was E. It had taken seconds for the run away tent to pass, and she did not sound as worried as I had assumed she might. So, no emergencies. However, upon entering the tent....I found E sitting, attempting to cover herself with her outfit, slightly upset at the fact she unstrung the ENTIRE side of BOTH sides of the corset top. Fuck. We had no idea how much longer Thomas would be held back by the storm as the sun was breaking through in steady rays now. So, as quick as I could I told E to throw it out and let me quickly lace her back up. She agreed. Thankfully the aluminum grommets were large enough to be able to throw the leather lace through. Unfortunately it meant E had to sit there shivering trying to not mind me adjusting her breasts and telling her to sit up straight so the thing would fucking fit. Admittedly I sneaked a peak or two, but she was forgiving and understanding of the fact I'm her friend, just not her gay friend. We were barely in luck. As I was tying up the lace itself Thomas walked in. E flushed the brightest red I had seen her blush yet, and Thomas caught sight of her and stopped dead in his tracks. Me? I leaned back against the cooler as smug as I could be.

He was awe struck, she was quietly proud, I stepped out for a cigarette again. Ten minutes later they both stepped out under an umbrella Thomas smiling. I laughed a bit and we went on our way.