Author: WillowTara Addict
Rating: R to NC-17.
Disclaimer: I don't own Willow and Tara, I am only taking them back to the future, the year of 1969... Joss, if you were a kid back then, they were always yours.
Note: Song credit goes to Jimi Hendrix for 'Are you experienced?'.

The weather was slightly breezy but very humid on the 13th night of August, Tara and Ginger noticed some people beginning to fill up and looked at each other with a smile.

"Here we are, two days early and they are already filling up. Good thing you made me go early than we planned." Tara complimented, shifting the gear to the lowest speed until she could find a spot so close to the front.

"It was a good thing that the guy back at the Head shop who I scored those great tickets told me to be there early as possible." Ginger said, with a relieved sigh.

"Ginger, got something to eat? I am starving'!" Tara asked, getting out of the car to stretch after a couple of hours of driving.

"Yeah, plenty of food that would last us for weeks but since we are gonna blow the dope we have, we would probably finish it within a week anyway. Hold on." Ginger was already taking out a bag of potato chips and tossed it across to her best friend.

"Thanks honey." Tara mumbled with potato chips in her mouth.

"Chick, you gotta slow down... We got plenty!" Ginger was already opening a bag of trail mix.

"I know but I haven't eaten regularly since I was being questioned like forever and I won't even know whether I am expelled or not." Tara pointed out.

"Listen Tara... I love you and everything but I am only going to say this once, screw NYU for the summer. I didn't get on my knees and beg to get you come out here to hear you whine about what happened back there. We. Are. Going. To. Have. A. Blast! Got that, chick?" Ginger said with a stomp emphasizing the last phrase.

That made Tara laugh knowing that her best friend can be too much sometimes but hell, she is right. She is going to have a blast at the party that is rumored to be the most.

"Okay, I will not mention one word about NYU during all this." Tara said with a soft half-smile.

"Good! Let's go and get refreshed before we set up our tents." Ginger suggested.

With that, the women began taking the stuff out and laid them out then headed to the lake for a night swim under the moonlight. Luckily for them, Tara has been going to Bethel, NY where the Woodstock will be taken place at all her life for her summer vacations and she knew the area very well.

"Want a hit?" Razz was holding the fresh lighten joint to Willow which she gladly accepted, taking a couple of inhalation from that euphoric stick.

"Ooh, that's so far out! Got plenty?" Willow asked, keeping her rainforest green eyes on the road, seeing the sign saying, "Welcome to New York."

"For this? Always!" Razz said, chuckling and taking the joint back to inhale a couple hits before passing it to the passengers sprawling in the back seat.

"Why don't you play some music?" Willow glanced at African-American young man.

"You got it!" Razz said, grabbing his guitar and began to play a few songs he knew Jimi Hendrix did. He sang one of his favorites with confident voice, "Are you experienced?

IF YOU CAN JUST GET YOUR MIND TOGETHER
THEN COME ON ACROSS TO ME
WE'LL HOLD HANDS AND THEN WE'LL WATCH
THE SUN RISE FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA
BUT FIRST

ARE YOU EXPERIENCED?
AH HAVE YOU EVER BEEN EXPERIENCED?
WELL I HAVE

I KNOW I KNOW
YOU'LL PROBABLY SCREAM AND CRY
THAT YOUR LITTLE WORLD WON'T LET YOU GO
BUT WHO IN YOUR MEASLY LITTLE WORLD ARE TRYING TO PROVE THAT YOU'RE MADE OUT OF GOLD AND CAN'T BE SOLD

SO A ARE YOU EXPERIENCED?
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN EXPERIENCED?
WELL, I HAVE

AH LET ME PROVE IT TO YOU

TRUMPETS AND VIOINS I CAN A HEAR IN THE DISTANCE
I THINK THEY'RE CALLING OUR NAMES
MAYBE NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR THEM BUT YOU WILL HAHA
IF YOU JUST TAKE HOLD OF MY HAND

OH BUT ARE YOU EXPERIENCED?
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN EXPERIENCED?

NOT NECESSARILY STONED BUT BEAUTIFUL.

Razz allowed his guitar pick hit all the strings beautifully ending the song.

"Damn, you sure do sound so much like Jimi Hendrix! Far out!" Faith whistled wearing a smile followed with stoned look.

"Thanks, Faith! I really dig that comment. I really hope I would meet him, you know. Man, it would be so mind blowing!"

"Me too... He is hip cat!" Faith said, agreeing.

"Hey, lay off will you two!" Willow exclaimed but no anger in her voice, more of teasing rather than anger.

Top-X and Anya released their mouths from lip-lock to look at the redhead and grinned like Cheshire cats.

"God, wipe that lipstick off your lips, it is making you look less manly, Top-X!" Willow decided to pay them back for that 'shit-eating grin' they were wearing.

"Jesus!" Xander quickly wiped his lips free of lipstick but he frowned when he saw his hand, smear-free of lipstick. "You asshole!"

"Xander Harris! Why are you wiping me off?!" Anya exclaimed, apparently she didn't hear what Willow just told Xander. "Is my breath that bad?! Why did you lie to me? I thought you loved me!"

"Ahn... Listen..." Xander trailed off, glaring playfully at the redhead.

Willow was already in deep fits of laughter, slamming her right hand against the steering wheel. 'Serves you right, Top-X!'

"That was a very good one! I will get you for that!" Xander threatened with a smile.

"You see, we got plenty of love to spread. We shouldn't have all that hate spreading around. We got those Fuzz trying to stop us from doing that. Come on, no violence is needed..." The young man who offered to have his bus filled was standing on the floor while the bus is in motion.

"Yes, spread the love!" The mantra was being chanted among the people on the bus. Buffy wasn't even paying attention to her handsome object of affection, she was mentally undressing him. A totally naked young man was saying something to Buffy, "Hey you... Come on, earth to..."

Buffy gasped, looking straight at a pair of clear blues looking back at her.

"Sorry... "I was..." She was stammering heavily.

A thumb landed against her lips, "Hey, that's all right. I just wanted to know your name, I never caught yours when we first met at that jail cell a few days ago so-"

"Buffy!"

"Huh?"

"Buffy Summers is my name." Buffy clarified almost blushing for blurting out too quickly.

"That's a beautiful and unique name. My name's Jack Stevens. Nice to meet you. Would you like to sit down with me or better yet, allow me to join you?" Jack wiggled his light brown eyebrows suggestively.

"Yes... No, I mean are you supposed to drive soon, I mean it's your bus?" Buffy asked, hoping she didn't blow her chance to be sitting next to Jack, after all he is such a hot cat.

"Don't worry, I got several drivers and I have paid for their admission tickets to Woodstock. So can I?" Jack eyed the empty seat next to Buffy.

Buffy was grinning almost dumbly and scooted a little to give Jack more room to sit. They sat together and began their private conservation for the rest of the drive.