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   'The Arrangement Chapter 7 (The Music Festival) By Happy

   My small two bedroom apartment was a busy place this morning.  Everyone
was scurrying around trying to get ready for today's event.  I told the
girls a week ago that I would take them all to the music festival.

   They were all excited by the idea.  There were seven bands that would be
there to perform.  Four of them were popular from my wife Brenda's and my
young adulthood.  The other three were newer.  I overheard Brenda's
daughters (Sandra and Jillian) tell her that those were their favorites.

   So, I guess it would be a good time for all of us.

   The venue was a large parcel of farmland located about 90 minutes west
of my apartment.  The advertisements that I heard on the radio made it
sound like a smaller version of 'Woodstock'.

   Brenda suddenly approached me.  "Could we invite Tina and Kevin to come
along?"

   I thought about it, but not for long.  "Sure", I said, "You make the
phone call.  Tell them that I'll pay for their tickets to get in, but make
it clear that they're going to have to follow us in their car.  So, they'll
need gas.  Also, warn them that its going to be an extremely warm day, so
pack accordingly"

   "Okay", Brenda said joyfully.

   While Brenda was calling them, I took my own advice.  I went to the
closet and pulled out my hiking backpack.  I stuffed it tight with a tarp,
a thin blanket, a bottle of good sunblock, and some other necessities.

   "They'll be here in five minutes", Brenda announced from behind me.  I
turned and saw her beaming smile.  I realized that she was proud of
herself. She had helped make two other people's lives more optimistic. 
That is why I truly love her.

   As soon as Tina and Kevin arrived, we were off on our way.  90 minutes
sounds like a lot, but it goes fast when you're on a good road.

   The fact that the venue was farmland meant that the parking lot was a
field.  It was already half filled by the time that we arrived.  That meant
that we were going to have a considerable hike in and out.  The backpack
idea was a good one.

   We parked and clambered out.  I put the girls in charge of each grabbing
a handle on the cooler.  It was packed with bottled water and ice.  It was
therefore heavy.  But we would need to stay hydrated.  Tina and Kevin had a
similar cooler, although not quite as large.

   Before we left the cars, something caught my eye.  A couple in their mid
twenties walked by.  They were both wearing shorts, but that was it.  They
were were both nude from the waist up.

   I immediately whipped my head around to look at Brenda to see if she had
noticed them.  She turned her head in my direction and looked at me long
enough for me to know she'd seen them.

   I slid off my back pack and reopened the car door.  I removed my own
t-shirt and tossed it inside.

   I looked Brenda straight in the eye and said, "Shirt", as I made a
beckoning move with one hand.  Everyone in sight knew that she wasn't
wearing a bra.  She seldom does.

   "Please, not in public", she pleaded

   "We're 'here'", I said in a louder tone and pointed inside the car,
"Shirt".

   "You do it.  I can't", Brenda replied raising her hands to the sky in
surrender.

   Her top slipped up and off easily.  She reopened her eyes and quickly
realized the world had not come to an end.  But, she was topless in front
of dozens and soon to be thousands of people.  She looked a little frantic.
But, she didn't cover herself with her hands.

   Her shirt went into the car.  The car door closed and locked.  I turned
and looked at Sandra.  She looked back at me with a look of terror in her
eyes.  I love these girls even though they're not genetically mine.  So, I
let this one go.  I don't want to traumatize anyone.



   I then reached into my backpack for the sun block.  I took a good
smattering on my hands started lathering Brenda's bare back.

   "Arms straight out to your sides", I commanded.  She stuck hers arms
out.

   When I finished with her back, I turned her around to face all of us.  I
spent plenty of time on her front.  There are few things that are more
erotic than a male rubbing sun block into a woman's bare chest.

   Then something else caught my peripheral vision.  It was Jillian
crouching in front of my back pack.  She was stuffing her top in the front
pocket.  She then stood up, looked at me through her upper eye lashes and
stuck her arms straight out to her sides.

   I reopened the bottle and poured out a big gob of sun block on my hand.
I was very tempted to apply it to my step-daughter's upper body.  But,
that's a line that I don't want to cross.

   I treat both of Brenda's daughters as if they were mine.  In return,
they trust me unconditionally.  I didn't want either one to doubt my
intentions.

   So I held out the bottle to Brenda and said, "Help her out please".

   Brenda took the bottle from me.  I used the gob of sun block in my other
hand on myself.

   I watched as the topless mother coated her topless daughter's back with
the slippery lotion.  I expected Brenda to hand her Jillian the bottle to
do her own front.

   But, Brenda told her 18 year old to turn around and keep her hands held
out to her sides.

   Jillian did so.  Brenda continued to rub.  She did extra work on the
lightest colored parts of her chest inside of her tan lines.  By the time
Brenda finished, Jillian's eyes were fluttering and her nipples were
standing out much more than five minutes ago.

   'Interesting', I thought to myself.

   Brenda the turned to me and brazenly looked at the lump in my crotch. 
Then she looked me in the eyes, smirked, and offered the bottle to me. 
"All done", she said.

   I said in a cracked voice, "Let's go.  We've got a ways to walk".  But
walk, we did.  More like trek.

   As we got closer to the stage area, the crowd thickened.  One sight
really shocked me.  By far, most of the people were moving 'towards' the
stage area.  But every now and then, there was someone going against the
grain of pedestrians.  They were headed back to the parking area for some
reason.

   It was impossible not to notice the four girls approaching us.  They
were all brunettes and approximately 12 to 14 years old with longer than
shoulder length hair.  One was wearing a white ball cap with a long pony
tail pulled through the hole in the back.  She had car keys in her hand.

   But that hat was the only piece of clothing amongst all four of them. 
Two of them were flat chested and had very little pubic hair.  The other
two had budding small breasts and had full bushes on their pubic region. 
They were barefoot naked.

   As they passed by us, they were chatting with each other as if
everything was normal.  "This not normal", I said to myself as I looked
over my shoulder at them as they continued to walk towards the parking
area.

   "This is a safety issue", I thought, I didn't have a problem with the
nudity of such young girls, but I did think that, "They should be escorted
by someone".

   As I swooped my head around to forward to watch where I was walking,
that's when I noticed the boys.  There were two of them.  They appeared to
be about the same age as the girls that had just passed by us.  They
appeared to be in pursuit of the girls.

   They were moving at a jogging pace.  Except for athletic shoes, they
were also naked.  Their male parts were jiggling side to side with each
stride.  I again looked over my shoulder again as they passed us.

   As soon as the boys caught up to the girls, they slowed to match the
girls' pace.  I wouldn't say that these boys would be my first choice for
security guards for the four young girls.  But, at least they had somebody.
I felt a little relieved for the girls' safety.

   Then it hit me.  I knew that these music festivals had a reputation for
a relaxed dress codes, but there was way more nudity around me here than
that reputation.  Something was up.

   When I turned forward again, I noticed a man with a bright red t-shirt
with the word 'staff' printed on it.  I approached him.

   "Excuse me", I started, "I'm not offended, but what's with all naked
young people?"

   The man looked at Brenda's bare chest on one side of me and then at
Jillian's on they other side.

   He then looked at me with some disbelief in his eyes and said, "You
don't know?"

   I shook my head 'no'.

   The staffer then continued by explaining that one of the newer bands
about to perform was named 'Knude'.  They only booked performances on
private property like this farm.

   He added that most of Knude's music lyrics were about nudity and
exhibitionism.  They openly encouraged fans to attend concerts naked.  The
band's staff even circulated through the audience and randomly rewarded the
fans who were wearing the least with cash prizes.

   "Thanks", I answered, "That explains a lot.

   "You're welcome", he responded and then turned away to return to his
duties.

   I then turned to Jillian and said, "You knew, didn't you?"

   Jillian searched my eyes, questioning herself how to answer.  She
finally nodded 'yes'.

   "That's why you willingly took your top off and put it my back pack,
wasn't it?", I added.

   Again, she nodded 'yes'.

   Part of me was angry that she had essentially deceived me.  But, I
couldn't stay mad at her for long.

   I smiled, "Well, if you want a chance at one of those cash prizes,
you're still over dressed"