Barbara’s Ecstasy: Two guys & some Ecstasy make Barbara’s Rock Festival unforgettable. by UKAmy25. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. So, this is my story, Barbara. My story begins at University. Physically I haven’t changed much since then, I’ve always been slim, the product of remaining physically active, and good metabolism. I am 5'7" and an all over size 10. I have 34 C breasts, which have remained pert into my 30s, probably as I have not had any children, a topic which will come up in these stories. I have jet black hair, which I have grown any longer than my shoulders, and ice blue eyes which people find intimidating. I have, what is referred to now, as a resting bitch face, but am actually a friendly person when you get to know me, I just don’t suffer fools gladly. I have always been active, blessed with being both academic and athletic, and playing football and hockey from a young age. I have always known I was bisexual. I love sex, have from my very first time, and love intimacy. Even before that I realised women were by far the more beautiful sex, and I spent way too long staring in various changing rooms and showers, drinking in the beauty of the naked female body. Sexuality wasn’t really discussed back then, and so I hadn’t tried anything with a girl, for fear of the reputation it would bring. I went to university in Manchester, in the early to mid 1990s, having gone there with a boyfriend, and only having slept with him. I finished my first year single and with over 30 notches on my belt, so to speak. The two major reasons for this change in character? The first was a nightclub called the Hacienda, which I was very fond of, the second, strongly linked to the Hacienda, a little pill called ecstasy. I found it made you love everyone, and if you loved everyone why not sleep with them? It made sense. You have to remember we were in the era where there was no widespread Internet, no mobile phones. You met people in person, and at the pub or in clubs. It was a great time. So I was no virgin, but in my second year, 1996, my horizons expanded, and started me on a route which lead me to where I am now, and a concept I introduced to Amy and Kirsty, the group sex and orgies we join in together. Britpop was in full swing, Oasis, Blur, Pulp massive bands with massive tunes and huge egos, and I loved it, still do. The Stone Roses were dissolved, something I was struggling to come to terms with. I loved the raves at the Hacienda, but it was live music from these dangerous, existing bands I loved. This story starts with an offer. “Look what I got!” Nick shouted, waving some paper in my face, so close I couldn’t see it. “Herpes again?” I quipped, trying to sound disinterested. Nick lived next door, in another 3 story Victorian terrace carved up into multiple flats to house the student population. Most of our street was the same, and all students. Our door had obviously been left open for him to waltz in, again, probably to try his luck. Again. I wore my hair short, cut in a severe side parting across my eye, I wasn’t sure if I was copying Justine Frischman or Jarvis Cocker. I flicked my fringe back in annoyance at Nick, and his shitty attempt at getting my attention. He was a nice enough guy, 6 foot, decent build, blue eyes and mousy curly hair, but he tried too hard. He wasn’t natural, although he tried to be a party animal, it was forced. I was probably a bit harsh on him. He laughed, “Funny aren’t you. No tickets to see Oasis, at Knebworth.” Now this was a big deal. Oasis were amazing, and they had set two nights at Knebworth Park, huge gigs, the likes of which hadn’t been seen in years. “OK, I’ll let you off for being a knob, that’s cool.” He laughed. “Got a spare too.” Flicking it out from behind the first one. “What day?” “Saturday 10th August.” It was only 5 days away, the tickets had been like gold dust, only 250,000 across the two nights. It sounds a lot but millions applied, and the tickets were soon bein