Hey guys. I'm back and ready to finish this two-chapter arc.
Hey, question. As you might not know, I'm posting a bunch of chapters at once. The total drama stuff is connected, but I'm wondering. Should I just have it all as one anthology story, or keep them as their own thing.
What do you think?
Anyway, enjoy the next Trent Time chapter. And the new girl he's with. Tell me which girl you'd like Trent to be with. I'm trying to stay semi-cannon. But which ever.
Trent Time
Chapter 2: Lindsay- I can't swallow that!
"I'm smart about a lot of stuff." Lindsay shrugged at him- and picked up a syringe out of the med cabinet. It had a HUGE needle. She pointed it at Trent. "Now, which butticks you want me to poke you with this thing?"
"Whoa, hold on." Trent hopped back, both hands on his behind. "That's not happening."
"But Todd," Lindsay pleaded, the huge syringe in her hand shined in the tent. "The substididdy will hurt way bad if you're not relaxed."
"I-I'm already relaxed." Trent lied, his hand literally covering his ass.
"You don't look relaxed." Lindsay said, pointing at him.
"Please tell me we have other options." Trent pleaded, taking another step back away from the pretty girl holding the death stick. Lindsay shrugged as she grabbed a random pill bottle and held it up to him, asking the musician if he could read its long ass name or know what it was. Trent shook his head as Lindsay set it back down. The giant needle filled with mystery kill juice still in hand. "Oh, no."
"Hmmmph..." Lindsay hummed, tapping her chin. As if in thought. "Well, there are other ways to get you to relax without medikittins."
"Like what?" Trent asked, his eyes laser focused on the syringe.
"I could do to you what relaxed my guy friends back home." Lindsay suggested, in the same tone as talking about the weather. "It never took long and it usually had them all sleepy for a while."
"Wh-What did you do..." Trent asked, his eyes jumping from the syringe to Lindsay's chest. She wasn't even moving and her breasts were bouncing. Trent unguarded his butt as Lindsay put down the needle. Suddenly, Trent's mind cleared up and it clicked. But, like cheesy soap operas his grandmother loved so much, the musician and heart of his team, did the lame move. "Hey, Lindsay. You know you really don't have to do any of this. Yeah, you messed me up. But I'll be okay."
"But I still feel bad." Lindsay mumbled, her tone all cutsey and hurt as she stepped toward her victim. His eyes and mind hypnotized by her- everything. She didn't have anything in her hands, but somehow Trent felt even more threatened. A cat with no claws can only use its mouth. "I want to make it up to you."
"You don't have to feel guilty. Its fine. We're squa-"
"Tr-Trent. You're so cool, cute, sweet, and hot." Lindsay stammered. She finally got his name right. For the first time. It turned him on more than he could believe. Just like that, Trent wanted to hop right over. Hug her. Kiss her. Tell her everything was going to be okay and let her do anything she wanted to him. "This is my one chance to impress you, and I'm blowing it."
"Y-You want to impress me?" Trent asked, genuinely stunned. "A-And you want to do that by..."
"Getting you better." Lindsay announced, grabbing the soap dispenser and slathering a second coating on her hand. "Starting by relaxing you. So please, drop your pants."
"Uhhhh..." Trent grumbled, his pants feeling a lot smaller for some reason.Trent couldn't argue. He gulped, eyes hard on Lindsay's slathered hand. "I-I've never done this before. Don't know how it'll work."
"Y-You've never masitated?" Lindsay asked, honestly surprised.
"Oh, I do." Trent nodded. "I totally know how that works. I mean with another person- girl."
"Trenty..." Lindsay purred, shaking her head. The pretend nurse grew a giddy smile, her eyes half open as she looked at him up and down. Trent had only seen that look on cats after they saw a mouse. A slow, fat, dumb one. He gulped. "You've never had a girlfriend?"
"I had a couple, but never really got anywhere... yet." Trent sighed, remembering the few times he'd managed to sneak away with the small hand full of girls for a few minutes. Hardly enough room or time for anything fun. Let alone what he hoped Lindsay was offering.
"Don't you have a girlfriend now?" Lindsay asked, thinking hard. Scratching the back of her head with her clean hand. "I remember you and Glenda spending a lot of time together. I don't wanna make anything 'weird'."
"I don't." Trent answered, a little too fast. "Have a girlfriend. And Gwen's just a friend, right now. I don't know if she even likes me."
"Oh, she likes you." Lindsay announced, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I know."
"Really, how?" Trent asked, on the tip of his toes- waiting.
"Almost every night since we came here, she goes to bed saying your name." Lindsay slid a hand under her skirt and started pretend rubbing between her legs. Trent felt his mouth drop to the floor as Lindsay pretended to rub one out, right there in front of him. "I sleep right above her in the girl's cabin. I can hear everything. Blankets. Pillows. There's no real pribabcy. You should hear the stuff she wants to do with her."
"P-Please, tell me..." Trent pleaded, stepping toward his 'nurse'.
"Hmmm, not now." Lindsay denied him, pulling her hand back up. "Tonight's about you. No one else."
"Y-You'll tell me later, right?" Trent stammered, desperate. "Please."
"Sure." Lindsay nodded. "You two are cute together. But right now, I'm so happy to be your first."
"My first? Wait a minute." Trent held up his hands, his brain hurting. "You ship me with someone else and you wanna screw me? Those two don't' really…whahhh."
"I like being a boys first." Lindsay answered, twiddling her fingers at him. That same hungry, predatory smirk on her face. "I was the first for all my guy friends back home. Even a couple of the teachers. I love how they try so hard. Lose control. The look on their faces when all their hopes and dreams erupt under them and over me. Its something you never see in a boy again." Lindsay blew Trent a kiss. "And now, I get to do it with you."
"But... But..." Trent babbled, he couldn't think of anything to say. "Gwe-"
"Its okay. Its not weird. Not compikated." Lindsay announced, strutting right up to the musician. Lindsay was a tall girl. So she and Trent were around the same height. Allowing her to look him eye to eye. Lindsay grabbed Trent by the chin, with the same hand she was rubbing herself with not a minute ago. "I'm a nurse. Doing a procededture. Nothing more. It just happens to be something we both like. Don't overthink it." Lindsay kissed his cheek. Her lips were warm and wet. So soft. "I never do."
"Uh, O-Okay." Trent gulped, rubbing the spot she kissed him. "What happens now?"
"I need to 'stimuutitate' you." Lindsay announced, a proud smile on her face. Trent gave her a look. "What? I'm trying out nurse hospy talk. I kinda like it. Makes it more fun."
"Y-You, you don't have to do that. Why did I say that?" Trent said, his face conflicted. "I can do 'that part' by myself- why did I say that? As long as we're not making this 'weird'- Why am I fighting this?"
"My sister calls it 'virgin energy'." Lindsay shrugged. "Don't know what it means, but it usually stops after we have fun together the first time."
"I-I... I don't know what to say to that." Trent gulped, again. He really didn't. "What happens now?"
"Now, you drop your pants and I 'stimuutitate' you." Lindsay answered with quotation marks. Trent doubted she knew what the word meant. Trent gave her a look and opened his mouth to speak- she beat him to it. "Before you say anything- Um, I like 'stimuutating' boys. Its fun."
The substitute nurse unbuttoned the rest of her costume. No surprise, Lindsay wasn't wearing anything under the nurse coat. She did it quick, with little fanfare. One button after the other. If Trent had blinked he would've missed it. After opening up and sliding off the coat, she wrapped her slender arm around her chest. Lindsay coasted her arm in just before the coat fully opened. She was naked. Just a pair of high-heeled shoes and that nurse headband thing with the red cross on it. Lindsay gave her patient a sly smile. Lindsay knew what she was doing. Her thin arms had just enough skin and bones to cover her nipples.
Trent saw this. He knew she was naked. He had the chance to look down and see her bear pussy. The thing Lindsay didn't bother to cover. She didn't need to. Trent couldn't stop looking at her chest. The one part of her body Lindsay was covering.
The sight was absolutely gorgeous. Trent couldn't really see any cleavage with the coat on, but during her time wearing bikinis and even her usual outfit, Lindsay had plenty to show off. Even on a regular basis. Now, completely topless, Trent could tell from the supple way they moved that her boobs were 100% real. And firm. And absolutely irresistible.
Frick'n huge. Each one had to be the size of his head. With Lindsay's arm pressing up against them- singing into them. God!
Adding to the sheer delight, her tits were just as tanned as the rest of her body.
No tan lines.
"Wow, just... wow." Trent coughed, his heart stopping in his chest at the sight. Trent knew, it stopped. He wasn't even seeing the jewel of those crowns and they stopped his heart. He clutched his chest. "I-I always wondered how I-It'd go. Seeing my first pair of boob outside of a screen. But those! Wow."
"Y-Yeah, I get that a lot." Lindsay snorted, wrapping her other arm around her boobs with her first. "Everything you thought it would be?"
"Don't know." Trent pointed at her slightly covered chest. "I haven't seen them all yet."
"You won't." Lindsay shook her head. "Not today."
Trent opened his mouth to talk- But Lindsay beat him to it, again. The nurse gently pushing her patient back to the wall of the tent. The back of his knees bumped against one of the cots. Trent tripped and fell, sitting on the thin material. The blond 'dumbshell'- as Heather called Lindsay behind her back- smiled at the musician as her free hand glided over the lid of the huge medical container that held those giant pills. Lindsay winked at him, getting down on her knees in front of him. Her face directly at dick level. Lindsay stared happily at the bulge before her.
"Now, please drop your pants. I'd do it for you, patient, but my hands are a widdle busy."
Trent wasted no time. He pulled his belt clean out of its loops and yanked his black jeans down to his ankles. Trent had to pull a few times as the dumb pants had gotten caught on his- something. Lindsay smiled at him, lifting up a finger for each pull. Lindsay got to three as she stared at the tent of his green boxer briefs. Trent slid those down too. One go this time.
"Awwww, 'Lil Trent' is just as cute as 'big Trent'."
"Literally, the nicest way to say the worst thing about a guys junk." Trent sighed- then perked up when he felt her grab him.
"All boys say that. Well, all but one. But Cody had his mouth tapped shut, soooo..."
"Wait, what?" Trent asked, astonished. Honestly, he wanted to go back to Lindsay not completely showing him her boobs.
"Little Cody almost died. Me and Beth felt bad. So we gave him a going away gift." Lindsay explained, sincerely. "I showed him my boobies and Beth gave him her first blow job."
"Wow... uh, you felt sorry for Cody?" Trent asked, twitching as Lindsay gave him a few pumps with her free hand.
"That and Chris was worried Cody would sue. He slid us both a hundred bucks." Lindsay nodded. "So we also gave Cody my bra and Beth's panties. Took'em off right there. He seemed happy."
"I would frick'n think so." Trent barked a laugh. "Maimed by a bear for a sight of your tits." Trent pointedly looked at Lindsay's sizable chest. "Fair trade."
"There's a lot about my tits, Trenty. You'll learn that soon." Lindsay sighed. Trent gave her a look- but groaned, enjoying how soft her hand was as she slid it up and down his flesh. So warm too. The soap really did work like lube. Looking down. Trent could see that Lindsay's entire hand didn't even make half way up his rod. "Trenty, you're cute. You're sweet. We've all heard you play your guitar. EVERY girl knows what you can do with your hands. Honestly, I'm surprised no one's done this already with you."
"Tha-That does ma-make me fe-feel better." Trent giggled, honestly flattered. "Especially since you're the first girl to tell me that."
"Truey be told, for most girls it doesn't matter how big the boy is." Lindsay announced, pumping faster now. "Its how he treats the girl."
"Re-Really?" Trent asked, blushing. Lindsay nodded back- then she let go of him. She just sat there, on her knees. Staring at 'lil Trent'. A simmering, eager smile on her face. The blond's eyes half open as she focused on his cock as it thrummed and pulsated with each heartbeat in front of her eyes. "Wh-Why did you stop?"
"Did I ever tell any of you boys how much I love dickies, Trenty?" Lindsay asked, innocently. Her eyes still focused on his cock before her. Trent shook his head, desperately. "I like everything about them. Their shape. Their feel. Even their smell." Lindsay took a whiff. She exhaled, happily. "You're so warm, I can feel you from here. I swear, I can even feel the red stuff rushing through them when I touch."
"I-If that's true, wh-why'd you stop?" Trent stuttered, pleading.
"I want to enjoy it. You can only be a boy's first, once." Lindsay explained, sliding- slithering her arms off of her chest like a snake until only her hands were left. Covering herself in the one place of her breasts Trent hadn't seen. No nibblige. Trent bit his tongue. Literally. It was his only way to hold in his cries of pain and need. "Trenty, you asked me questions. I want to ask you something."
"Uh-huh." Trent babbled, nodding. His eyes dead on Lindsay's hands over her nips.
"You know I have big boobies, right?" Lindsay asked, rubbing and bobbing them around in circles. Trent nodded, his eyes circling with her tits. "That means they... feel. Feel all the time. Everything. Heavy. Hurties. Everyday. All day. They only make things harder. Everyone looks, yeah, and I like the attention. Really, there's only one thing they're good for."
"What's that?" Trent heard himself ask.
"Hmmm, you do have a good biggie Trenty."
Lindsay hummed, blowing 'lil' Trent a kiss. He bobbed and pulsed back at her. That's when Lindsay dipped forward and buried his cock in her chest. Like a spear stabbed into pudding, he went in. Trent let out a terrible groan, equal parts agony and pleasure. His entire body started twitching uncontrollably. His vision going hazy. Trent was thankful he was sitting down for this, or he would've collapsed on the floor and probably died right there. It was only one single movement and Trent could feel himself on the edge.
As for his nurse? No muss. No fuss. Not a single cuss. Lindsay knelt there, still. Motionless. Her eyes closed. A bright, happy smile on her face.
"Ahhhh. That's it. That's right." Lindsay sighed, relieved. Pure pleasure in her voice. "That's where you belong."
"Li-Lindsay…" Trent whimpered, pathetically.
"Its okay Trenty." Lindsay burbled, happy. Pressing her boobs down enough so his tip peaked out. "Let it all out."
He did. The musician and her victim came right there. Burst after burst of steaming white goo erupted out of him. Shooting right up. Splashing against Lindsay's face in a 'C' shape. The side of her lip, her cheek, her eyebrow. Some even got on her hair. Lindsay had to close her eye when it started leaking down. Giggling all the while.
Trent's body was spasming so much it looked like he was having a stoke. His eyes popped into huge glowing hearts- rolling back into his head. They stayed that way, even as Trent collapsed. Slumped against the tent wall.
"Tha-Thats a lot of… stuff." Trent breathed, out of breath. Ashamed. Embarrassed. "And right out of the gate."
"Its okay Trenty." Lindsay repeated, scooping up the glob around her eye and gulping it down. Her arm moved so she was still covering both nipples. Trent cursed. "It happens. A lot."
"I-Is there a reason you won't let me see your nipples?" Trent asked.
"Because you and Glenda are gonna be a thing. Everyone knows it." Lindsay answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She gulped down another scoop of his spunk. "The first naked boobies you see should be with your girlfriend- and I'm not your girlfriend."
"Dang. You're… you're right."
"Awww, don't gimme that face." Lindsay teased, pointing at him. "You'll love Gretchen's boobies. They're the perky pointy kind." Trent gave her a look. "We have that communal shower thingy. I'm sure you could tell me what the other boy's wieners look like."
"No. No I can't." Trent shook his head. Lindsay gave him a look. "Its a guy thing. We do not do that." Lindsay shook her head, laughing. Trent sighed. "What happens now?"
"Oh, I do this." Lindsay announced, grabbing her boobs again- like they had handles, and bounced them up and down his dong. Trent jolted straight up. Like a lightning bolt shot through him- dick first. "Have you ever been 'milked' Trenty?"
"Mi-Milked?" Trent stuttered.
"I'm not leaving this tent until I've pumped." Lindsay bobbed her boobs on him. "Your balls." She pumped again. "Dry and empty."
And she meant it. Lindsay bobbed, pumped, squeezed, juiced her boobies on his manhood any way- every way. The thing of it was. Lindsay always seemed to know the best way to do it. The pressure of her boobs on him. The rate of her bobbing. The angle of her pumping. She knew- all of it. With her eyes closed. Literally. Trent knew this because every time he was about to cum, Lindsay would open up her boobs enough for him to cum on her instead of in her boob pocket.
"H-How are you doing this?" Trent stammered, spurting another white salvo. The girl had her eyes shut, humming to herself. It was as if Lindsay was feeling him. Through his body and into her tits. The information going straight to her simple little brain. "How do you know?"
"I told you Trenty. I like having a thick thingy between my boobies." Lindsay answered, opening her mouth to catch his latest cum. She did. Licking her lips, Lindsay added. "My boobies. They're big and special. They feel. Everything. I can feel you. All of you. Though your dickie."
"Y-You're boobs are a literal super power?" Trent asked, feeling himself already on the edge- again. "Cody was right."
"I actually have a recipe- I think that's the right word, for how I do this." Lindsay nodded at her boobs. Pulling them up. "First. I'd gently squeeze them. Slide my boobies slowly up and down their shiftie."
Lindsay announced, lightly pushing her tits together at the sides. Pressing against his dick. Sandwiching his rod of meat between the tear drop shaped balls of warm pudding. Gliding him between them like a stick of butter.
"Its a hit or miss. Some boys don't expect to feel so good. Other's didn't enjoy it as much as they thunk it." Lindsay announced, ignoring Trent's agony of pleasure. The poor boy was gripping the edge of the cot so hard, he could've snapped the cheep steel of its frame. Edging close and closer. It was getting hard to breath.
"Didn't matter how many girls they knew. The boys would soon, usually very soon, start gasping for air. Like you are now." Lindsay smiled up at him. Trent's lungs were on fire. Squeezing in breaths- barely. "Its like all their oxycontin in their breathy muscles was being stolen from them by the frick-shen of my boobie's skin against theirs." Lindsay explained, feeling Trent's rod tremble in her flesh. His balls constrict below her boobs. She opened up her chest, just enough, for Trent to fire off another load. Bigger and thicker than before. She didn't stop. Lindsay kept pumping her breasts against him. Trent moaned and groaned through clenched teeth. "I milked those boys. No stoppies. I like their whines and whimpers. Like little puppies begging for treats."
Lindsay laughed, pumping faster. Squeezing him tighter. Trent was cumming, again- while he was already cumming. Orgasm on top of an orgasm. The musician started spasming, again. His body. His limbs. He bounced on the cot. No control. Even his lungs had a mind of their own. Trent's pupils bounced and circled in his head as he fired load after load on the blond beauty. Trent's heart was pounding so much it felt like it was trying to rip itself out of his chest and land at Lindsay's feet- where it belonged.
Who could blame it?
His cummy-cums was breaking him- Trent thought her tits might actually kill him.
'I'm okay with that.' Trent thought, his balls feeling like they were actively trying to shoot something out of him. Trent fell over on the cot. His body still twitching like a man possessed. 'I'm dying. In Lindsay's boobs. I'll die happy.'
Lindsay kept going. She stood up and swung her leg over the cot. Her naked body sitting on his legs. Even as a twitching mess, Trent could feel how wet Lindsay was. She wasn't sweating. Her chest never broke contact with the musician's prick.
"Milking actually doesn't take that long." Lindsay said, balancing herself on his knee. The girl was arching her back up and down. She wasn't even moving her breasts anymore. It was all just reverse sit-ups. "Boys only have so much cummies."
As if on cue, Trent came right there. Lindsay pushed down her tits enough for his head to poke out and say hello- squiring her nose and lip in his seed. It was the first time that it was a smaller load than before.
If Trent could control his breathing, he would've gasped.
"We've only been at it a minute and you're cumming down- oops, I said the word." Lindsay giggled, licking away the white goo like it was ice cream. Her favorite flavor, ice cream. "Don't get me wrong. Trenty. You're cummies a lot more than any other boy I've been with."
"Re-Really?" Trent asked, beseechingly. His left eye twitching half closed.
"Yeah. Well, you're also the only boy I've milked on the show- the first, anyway." Lindsay nodded, bending down and sucking on the head of his prick. Trent shot off on the spot. It just felt so good. The blond pulled back, tasting it in her mouth. Her eyes closed. A thoughtful look on her face. After a moment, Lindsay finally swallowed. "You taste a little different. I think its the gross food chef makes us eat. I heard poor Cody and tiny Harvey say that it was 'optiezed' for 'nutriton' and 'propane'… those sound like made up words."
"I-It has been li-like this since I ca-came to the Island." Trent panted, he was so sensitive he could already feel himself building up. "Th-Thought it was the str-stress."
"Oh, that's totally part of it." Lindsay said, pulling her breasts inward. Which pumped up the pressure. She was about to do her bobbing, but didn't have to. Trent felt himself just start thrusting, twitching more like, his body upward. Into her pressed tits. She smiled. "But all you boys cummies so much. You have since about a week into the show."
"H-How do you know?" Trent asked, cumming again- still thrusting into her boobs. His back and thighs were already starting to tire and hurt. His dick cheered at him. The musician only got two shots off this time. Missing her entirely. Banking to the left and out of sight. Lindsay actually looked a little disappointed at that.
"Oh, I can feel whenever someone least on the island… and to the next house over at home- the married couples don't do it much." Lindsay answered, like she just said what color the sky was. She opened up her chest. Pulling away her boobs so she was no longer touching him. Trent almost cried out before he saw Lindsay jolt up and clam her chest down on him in a half-body jump. Oh god. Firm. Soft. Warm. And then Trent felt his tip bump against the actual bony part of her chest. He had no idea how he managed that. "Not just guys either."
"D-Do you have some kind of magic power?" Trent stuttered, and not from the pleasure this time.
"Chris does it in the tent with all those screens." Lindsay said, ignoring his question. "Usually the channels are the girls showers, or our cabin. Sometimes even in our bathroom. The one we actually use, not the confessional."
Trent was disgusted. Which felt weird, as he was getting a tit job.
"Poor Cody did it everywhere he could. Usually smelling Gretchen's bra." Trent glared at that, or tried to. As his body started thrusting up again, completely ignoring what his brain was trying to tell it. "Duncan's was on top of the cliff. He liked the view. But he hasn't since Courtney started calling him her 'stress relief'."
Trent snorted, amused.
"Heather and DJ do it together in the boy's showers. Naked." Lindsay announced, non-nonchalantly. Trent shot his head up at that one. Lindsay snorted this time. "Don't worry. They'll fudge. Eventually. Leshawna does it in the Kitchen. Letting chef or the boys watch for food and money. She likes to be watched, but wants to 'earn' something so she won't feel bad."
"Wh-Why haven't I heard of that?" Trent asked, cumming again. Only a single salvo this time- But it was a full one. Lindsay felt it coming and gobbled it all up. As she enjoyed his 'flavor', Lindsay gave Trent a knowing look. He suddenly remembered Leshawna and Gwen were best friends on the show. "Alright, who else… I guess."
"Geoff gets enough with his time with Bridgette, but she doesn't with him." Lindsay sighed, her tone full of sympathy. "She goes into the water. All in, too. Naked. Now, about Gwen."
That got Trent's attention. Lindsay smiled.
"You both do it in the same place." Lindsay stopped bobbing, now she just her pushed breaths together and pulled away. It was the oddest feeling Trent had ever felt- and it was heavenly. "In your bunks at midnight when you think everyone is asleep. You're not as quiet as you think."
"A-And you?" Trent was almost afraid to ask. Lindsay smiled at him- then she pulled her chest away and engulfed him in her mouth. It was quite the contrast. Going from dry and soft to wet and soft. It did the trick. Trent came right there. Filling up her mouth, or tried to. As good as it all felt, it did make Trent feel kinda bad. How fast and how little it took. "Ghhhhaaaaa… How do you do that?"
"Twently…" Lindsay slurped something in her mouth, gulped. That big o'l smile on her face. "I know a good tutor if you're not passing in school. I told you. My boobies- they feel."
Lindsay squeezed her boobs in her hands, then down on his dick again. The added lube from her mouth did wonders. Felt so good in her tits. Trent knew he wouldn't last long- at all.
"Lindsay." Trent pleaded, heart racing. His eyes felt like they were going to burst out of his head. His body stopped twitching, but it felt like it had gone into a hard reboot. He knew his brain wasn't far behind. "Wh-What happens after this?"
"Oh, we go back to how we were." Lindsay shrugged, happy. Pumping her chest on his prick. She could feel his cock hardening, his balls constricting. Her breasts- felt him. "Just like that."
"Just like that?" Trent asked, disbelief in his voice. He was so close. His final run. He knew it.
"Yup, though if you and Gretta…" Lindsay kicked it up a gear. Bouncing her breasts off his thighs then back down again. Trent couldn't help it, his dead legs buckling. His lungs- good god, they felt like each one was breathing different. He came. Lindsay opened up her boobs, and yeah. The man was dry. Trent's body got all ridged, then went limp. His head dropped down on the cot. His eyes were open, but staring off into nothing. He wasn't breathing. "Oh no. Not again."
Lindsay sighed, crawling up over the down musician. She leaned her head down, her ear against his mouth- nothing. Lindsay looked down at him, determined. She took a deep breath and blew new life into him. Literally. It did the trick. Trent was back to breathing on his own. Lindsay nodded, closing his eyes as she got off him. She grabbed her discarded nurse coat- then she remembered something.
"Oh right, can't forget about this." Lindsay grabbed one those big pilly things and- slid right in. Trent was so relaxed. Didn't even feel it. Lindsay nodded, proud of herself as she slipped on the borrowed coat. "Anyway, as I was speaking Trenty; If you and Gretta don't work out, or just wanna fool around…"
Lindsay leaned down and kissed Trent, on the cheek- and she put his pants back up. Though she did take his belt.
Stuffing it into her pocket.
"Something to remember you by." Lindsay said, sliding off her bandanna and stuffing it into his pocket. "Something for you. Good luck Trenty. Enjoy Gretchen's boobs. I sure did."
Lindsay walked out of the tent, in full costume- still naked underneath.
"Now, where's Tyler?"