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.

Woodstock Gave Me You

“Hello, gorgeous,” Sully whispered to me, and I couldn’t help but smile. What a wonderful way to greet the day, though I was the furthest thing from a morning person.


“Hey there, hot stuff.” I stretched a little and sat up, tenting the tarp with my head.


“You ready to get some sunshine?” he asked, his grin devilish.


“Here goes!” Sully sat up and yanked the tarp down. Ouch! My hand flew up to protect my eyes from the sun. It was bright.


“Jesus.” I rubbed my face and tucked my hair behind my ears. I watched as Sully folded up the tarp, and then his bedroll.


“You still got food?” he asked as he checked his own reserves.


“My sandwiches are gone, but I still have some fruit, and water.”


“Well, you need something a bit more substantial than that. Why don’t I get us both something?”


“I’d appreciate that. And remember Shelly.”


“Yeah, you promised me food!” I turned my head to see the girl in question doing yoga stretches next to us in her bikini.


Chapter 8