Woodstock Gave Me You

By J.D. Walker

It's Woodstock, 1969, and Laramie Pruitt is anxious to feel some peace and love after the recent Stonewall riots in his hometown. While he's grooving to some great music at the festival, Laramie meets a handsome young man named Sullivan “Sully” Conyers. They get along well together, and Sully even tolerates Laramie's tendency to get on his soapbox about social issues and Big Brother.

When Laramie learns that Sully is gay, it leads to a tryst later that night and clandestine kisses under Sully's tarp during a rainstorm. Things are great, but as always, Laramie's mouth gets him into trouble, and drives Sully away.

Laramie knows he was wrong, but in a sea of half a million people, how is he supposed to find Sully and apologize?

Thankfully, Laramie finds Sully on the last day of the event and he gets a second chance at love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Apr 29, 2017
• ISBN: 9781634860895

J.D. Walker

J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, and lover of all things knit and crochet. For more information, visit lifebyjo.com/jdwalker.

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Woodstock Gave Me You

By J.D. Walker

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Copyright 2016 J.D. Walker

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This story is for those of us who wish we’d been at Woodstock in 1969. Rock on!

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Woodstock Gave Me You

By J.D. Walker

Friday, August 15, 1969

Did you see the tits on that chick, man? What a fox! Burt Crispin was as crude as he was loud.

"Everyone can see them," I retorted. We’d just arrived at the Woodstock Festival in Bethel, and I was irritated because it was hot and muggy, and my companion was a big dope.

What’s your beef, Lare? All I’m sayin’ is, I’m gonna be makin’ it without even tryin’! He rubbed his hands together and smirked. It’s all about free love, right?

My name was Laramie, actually, but Burt was clueless, and all he talked about was sex. My dick’s been hard since we got here, he continued, and to punctuate that statement, he grabbed his crotch and squeezed.

Burt walked faster now, his eyes focused on the naked butt of the voluptuous blond he’d been ogling. Soon, he disappeared from view.

Sighing loudly, I shook my head at the state of things. While I definitely wanted to be where history was in the making, Burt had not been my first choice as a traveling cohort.

I’d been in a tight spot, and he was the only ride I’d been able to find on short notice after my friend Sergio, a guy I worked with, had backed out at the last minute. He said he’d heard some negative stuff about the event on the radio and didn’t want to get caught up in weird shit. Coward.

Forced to check bulletin boards and ask around, I’d ended up with Burt. No matter what, I would find another way home. Life was way too short to be spent in the company of someone with whom I had absolutely nothing in common.

Despite it all, I was still happy to be here. It was the one place in time where I could experience thousands of people together focused on peace,