The Cowchella Festival in Cowchella, Colorado.
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Sophie POV
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You and Hayes absolutely sleighed Cowchella this year. It was your first Cowchella ever (not his) and you were wearing an aztec print tea shirt dress and hip high gladiator sandals. Your hare was in these beautiful ethnic corn roads and you even got a new third pearcing on your ears!
"Babe...wanna escape back to our tent for a quickie?" asked Hayes.
"I'd love too..." you said, "but Lord Olivia is performing in 5 minutes and I wouldn't miss this for the world! And we already missed the Iggy concert, so we NEED to stay can't miss for this one!"
Lord Olivia was your icon. She was not only a pioneer in black amarican music, but also a fashion icon (she has her own line of leggings) and inventor of ass. She performed every year, but you'd never scene her live before so you couldn't miss it.
"Babe..." said Hayes, "Five minutes is all we need."
"Okay..." you replied.
You and Hayes snuck into an outhouse together to have a quickie. Once the door was locked, you pressed your ass up against him, pinning him to the door. You felt his package through your cargo pants. He removed his Vineyard Vines shorts, tossed them to the side, flipped up your skirt and got to work.
He started out thrusting slowly, but eventually his thrusts grew in power and speed. Your face was frequently being squeezed up against the wall of the porta potty with every trust. But you didn't mind, since he felt so good inside you and you loved him.
"Babe...your walls....they're magic.....I'm gonna cuuuuum" screamed Hayes.
"Good!" you said.
As Hayes finally climaxed, and let out a huge moan, he thrust forward one final time--this time extra hard. Suddenly you felt like the world was flipping upside down. Then all of a sudden you and Hayes were laying on the side of the port potty in a pile of pee and poop mixture.
The porta potty fell over!
"Shit!" you screamed. "Mother shitter!"
Hayes, being the goofy boy he is, made the best out of the situation. He grabbed a handful of poop in his hand and smashed it in your face.
"Hayes!" you screamed--but couldn't keep a straight face for more than 5 seconds or so. You burst out in laughter and retaliated by filling your cheeks with the slurry of pee and poop and doing a spit take with it in Hayes' face. Hayes smiled, laughed, and leaned in to kiss you.
This is why you loved your relationship with Hayes. You guys never took life to seriosuly. You could joke around and just have a fun time. You were, seriously, relationship goals.
You checked your watch.
"Oh my gosh! Hayes! The concert!"
You and Hayes quickly got out of the port potty and ran off to the concert.
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Lord Olivia (or should you say Queen Olivia) strutted onstage wearing some short, highwaisted black shorts with a long zipper in the front and one white stripe. She also had on a blue and white denim thai die bralet, a gold necklace, some silvery blue eyeshadow and some black leather sneakers.
The crowd roared, and the spotlight was on Olivia. Your heart raced, you were so ready for this performance. She started to sing...
"She's in to supersiticion. Black cats and vodoo dolls--COWCHELLA LET ME HEAR YOU!!!!!"
You screamed at the top of your lungs "YESSSSSSSSS THICQNESS!!!", while sitting on top of Haye's shoulder.
"COWCHELLA I WANNA HEAR YOU SAY SWEEEEEYYYYYDOOO!"
"SWEEEEEYYYYDOOOOO!" you screamed.
Frequently Olivia disappeared behind an explosion of fireworks, and reappeared wearing nothing but some leather assless chaps and a leather boob trainer. Her cake was SPILLINg out of those assless chaps.
"You want a hot body? You want a bugatti? You want a mozzarella? You better WORK BITCH!" she sang.
Olivia dropped her mike and ran and did a leap across the stage. Her legs were at a 90º angel and the leap SLAYED you.
You leaned over and kissed Hayes on his eye. This was truly the best day of your life, and you were sure you were in love.
