She looked for her bra but for some reason it wasn't in the ice box.Diane stood there covering her breast with her hands. The guys started talking and...asked Diane her name and introduced themselves to be vacationing business men though they looked more like escaped convicts than business men. They were looking lustfully at Diane and and you could clearly see the bulge in their croach as they stared on Diane's naked body. They started flirting with Diane saying she was so beautiful and asked her. "But ifyou're looking for a damsel in distress to rescue, you can probablypick a better one." Bite me," I told him with a grin.Kyle and I went to our bus, talking the entire trip home about whatkind of car we each wanted to get once we had enough money. However Iknew that as much as I wanted a car of my own, I was still going to putany money I got towards my bike first.When we reached our bus stop, Kyle told me, "Later loser," before hestarted heading for his house. I flipped him off and then. When I came out of the Porta Potty, they were waiting for me, and something about being high and on MDMA made me feel very good and very loved: there were my new friends, these two beautiful warm women, waiting. I walked up to them and the three of us, for some reason, started hugging( I guess they were feeling the same way). The hugs were warm and I could smell how good they smelled and we must have looked odd-- it was a music festival, so people probably didn't notice-- but we kept doing it.. ‘What kind of place is it? What should I wear?’ She walked up behind me, putting her hands on mine and closing my suitcase. She put her hands on my side and turned me around to face her. She leaned into me, pressing her body against mine and slipping her hands behind my back. Her hands made their way up to my hair and she ran her fingers through it, looking into my eyes and pressing her body harder against me. My hands found their way to her waist and under her shirt, caressing her lower back..