I lie next to you in bed, you're just back from the festival. One of those small onesβββnice vibes, good drugs.
"I was propositioned" you say.
Sounds interesting. You're shy, quiet. I'm curious.
"Really?"
"By a couple."
I wait.
"I was outside having a joint. She was stoking my beard, lots of people were."
"It's a great beard!"
"Thanks. She gave it stroke and he joked about asking consent. Consent is sexy she said as I passed her the joint. We went back inside and I headed to the bar. About 10 minutes later I saw them again. She with long red hair, his head shaved. Both tall, good looking, young. She came over and stoking my beard asked 'Is this ok?' 'Of course' I said, smiling. The music was loud and she had to put her lips next to my ear to say would you like to join us back in my tent?"
"Wow" I say "they must have had a big tent!" You smile. "What did you do?"
"I panicked"
"I bet you did!" You're shy, quite but I also know you're curious. "That's a shame" I add.
"I said something about having a son, she shrugged and with a stroke of my beard turned away. At the bar I ordered another buckfast and watched them leave with another couple. He had a great beard."
You are lying on your back, topless, the night breeze giving a slight chill to the air. I trace my finger over your left nipple and through the hair on your chest. "That's a shame" I say with a smile. "What might have happened?" You turn to look at me.
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"Would you like to join us back in my tent?" She said.
"Sure" you replied "both of you?"