“American Pie” introduced us to the phrase, “This one time at band camp...” Now, “Rusty,” a member of the University of Houston band, tells us about this one time at a band party.
I play the trombone in the University of Houston marching band. People think that band members are geeks, and maybe we are. But, we do know how to have a good time. And we do get laid.
“American Pie” hit it when it depicted female band members as nerdy but horny. I’ve had sex with two of my fellow band members. My freshman year, I fucked the lead flautist at a crazy band party that was eventually broken up by the cops.
At the party, this girl, a shy blonde from Oklahoma named Mary, was wasted and really came out of her shell. I’d always assumed that she was very religious and probably a virgin. That night, I found out that band girls have sides to them that most people don’t know exists.
She came up to me at the keg and said, “Let me pump it for you,” and started slowly working the pump up and down. She was a junior and had always been quiet and aloof, so I didn’t quite know what to say.
“You should play the trombone,” I told her. “You’d be good at it.”
“I’m good at a lot of things,” she said suggestively. I was surprised. She wasn’t even trying to be subtle.
Slightly embarrassed, I mentioned something about our performance at Robertson Stadium, where our football team plays. She didn’t appear to listen to anything I said.“Come outside. I wanna show you something.”
I followed her out into a secluded area of the courtyard.
“I got a tattoo,” she told me, beaming. “Wanna see it?”
“Sure,” I answered.
She then unbuttoned her blue jeans and opened the fly to reveal her panties. They were pink satin. She pulled aside the panties an inch and asked, “What do you think?”
The tattoo was sexy. It was a clef symbol, in black. And it was only inches from her concealed pussy.
“I love it,” I told her. “It’s really sexy.” I couldn’t believe that this shy flautist would have a clef symbol tattooed in such an intimate place.
“Nobody knows about it, except my roommate, Nancy,” she said. She added that her parents would be upset if they ever knew that she got a tattoo, and that they’d kill her if they ever found out where it was.
I told her how surprised I was to see her cut loose with the drinking and the tattoo.
“Can I play your trombone some time?” she asked suddenly.
“Sure,” I replied. “It’s at home. But at practice on Monday, I’ll let you take it for a spin.”
“No, not that trombone,” she said, leaning into me. “Your other trombone.”
And then I got it. She was wasted and I was a little drunk. I had only had sex with two women in my life and didn’t really know what to do. But instinct took over. I took her by the hand to a bench that was partly concealed by a couple of bicycles with towels hanging on them.
I sat down on the bench and pulled her into my lap. We started making out and within seconds she had her tongue down my throat and hands on my belt buckle.
We could hear people inside the house, only about 20 feet away, but I didn’t care.
Mary un-tucked my shirt and unbuckled my pants. In a decisive motion, she yanked my jeans down mid-thigh. I’ll never forget the look of yearning and hunger she gave my cock. A second later, she dropped her head into my lap and devoured my erection. The first three seconds of the blowjob was one of the most exhilarating moments of my life: the lead flautist … an older woman …
She enthusiastically sucked my dick for about five minutes. I wanted to have sex with her, but I couldn’t get her to stop. It was as though she were famished for penis. Finally, I pulled her head up and yanked her jeans down to hear ankles.
She had a nice trimmed pussy – just the way I like it. I fingered her for a few seconds. She was extremely wet. It was divine.
“I wanna suck your cock some more,” she whispered in my ear.
She went down to blow me again, but I pulled her head up.
“No. Let’s fuck.”
She shook her head in that way that women do to tussle their hair. Then she stepped out of one leg of her jeans, turned her back to me, and lowered her pussy onto my penis.
The warmth and tightness just blew me away. I moaned, even though I knew the noise might attract partiers. Mary then moved her pussy up and down on me, at first quickly, then slowly and sensually.
I grabbed her ass with both hands and just fucked her as hard as I could. I slapped her ass cheeks a couple times, until I realized the noise I was making.
After about five minutes, I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“I’m gonna come,” I whispered.
“Come inside me,” she said. “It’s safe.”
She gave me the go-ahead, so a second later, I did. I pulled her ass tight against me and exploded in her pussy. Best orgasm I’ve ever had, the kind where you shudder for the next fifteen seconds.
I pulled out of her and soon we put our pants back on. She kissed me passionately, then got up and walked into the party. It was weird. I followed her in a few minutes later. She had a fresh beer in her hand and was flirting with some athlete. We never hooked up again and she went back to being aloof over the next year.
But she taught me a valuable lesson, that band chicks are not what the public think they are. And I’ve put that lesson to use with two other band women in the past year.