I play trombone in our college marching band (I am a junior). Last Friday, we had a big home game against our cross state rivals, and of course, the band director wanted to make sure we gave our best performance. We were exhausted but excited for the game.
During the first half of play, I was busy setting up the instruments, stands, etc. and playing pep music. With the second quarter winding down, we got ready to take the field.
As we began our show, I noted that I was marching right behind Alison, another trombone player. She is a year younger than me, and she is gorgeous. She is average height and had perfect curves and shiny blonde hair. Even though it sounds silly, our ridiculous band uniforms accented her looks.
I watched her cute, tight ass move back and forth for the entire performance. It was one of the last hot days before fall moved in, and when halftime was over, everyone was exhausted. When we got back in the stands, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her for the rest of the game.
When the game was over (we won, by the way), I was packing my trombone in my case when I heard someone come up behind me.
“Hey, do you think I could have a ride home?” I was a bit startled and spun around, but it was Alison.
“Yeah, sure, hold on a second.” I said, finishing putting my instrument and uniform away. “Let’s go.” We walked out of the school, and I opened the trunk and we both threw our cases in. I had known Alison for a little bit, and I knew where she lived. Her house was near the school so there really wasn’t much time to talk.
When I got to her house, I noticed that all of the lights were off, except a light over the side door.
“Hey, it doesn’t look like anyone’s home.” I commented.
“Uh, no, I guess not. Oh yeah, my parents are at the cottage for the weekend.” Wow, I thought to myself, that’s great, but I did not want to impose myself on her.
“Well, thanks for the ride. Hey, you’re not doing anything now, are you?” she asked. I quickly thought to myself.
“No, no I’m not, actually. I don’t have any plans.” I responded coolly, trying to hide any excitement. This could be my chance!
“Why don’t you come in, then?” she said with a giggle and a cute smile. She was a beautiful girl, illuminated in the lone light, still wearing her band uniform. I parked the car on the street, and followed her inside.
We both flopped down on a nice, comfortable couch, and Alison flipped on the t.v. “What do you want to watch?” she asked. I replied that it didn’t matter to me. We were sitting apart from each other on the couch. The whole house was dark, save the light of the television screen. On my reply, she flipped to Cinamax, which was showing some sort of porn film. Not much was happening when we turned it on, though I was a bit surprised by her selection.
Alison was intently watching the movie, and I had one eye on the porn and one on her. Then she stood up and said, “I’ve just got to take this silly uniform off, it’s so stuffy.” I had taken mine off at school, and now, because of the high temperatures and because our band uniforms are wool, I was freeballing in some mesh shorts, and a t-shirt. I diverted my attention from the t.v., which was still showing little action, to watch Alison’s semi-striptease. As she took of her jacket, I noticed that she was wearing only a small, tight t-shirt underneath, which is understandable for the heat. She then began to loosen the suspenders, and drop her pants, revealing tight and very short spandex shorts. A lump began to form in my shorts, which the mesh could hardly contain. Alison then sat back down on the couch, and asked how I was enjoying the movie. I said that I liked it, and we continued to watch.
At that point, the plot of the film turned interesting, and we were both watching intently. My cock was getting very hard, and I noticed Alison rubbing her crotch from the outside of her spandex shorts. This continued until the couple on screen had finished their business.
It was getting very warm in the house, and when the main scene was over, Alison flipped off the t.v. and said to me, softly, “Now it’s our turn.” We then moved closer to each other on the couch, and began to passionately make out. We were completely engulfed in one another’s arms and I loved the feel of her soft lips. We continued like this until she broke off, and said, “You must be just sweating in that shirt, here, let’s get it off.” She removed my t-shirt, and tossed it on the floor, and we continued to kiss, Alison letting out small, occasional moans.
Then slowly, without breaking the kiss, Alison began to slip her hands off from around my shoulders, sliding them smoothly downward, until they were around my waist. Noticing the growing bulge in my shorts, she slid her hands in and began to massage my cock. “Ooo, this is hard.” she said. After enjoying this for a few seconds, I slid my hands up under her shirt and began to fondle her soft, smooth breasts. Alison began to moan, and as I continued to massage her tits, she shifted down to the floor,and pulled my shorts down around my ankles. I lifted up my feet, and she tossed the thin covering away. This also gave me the opportunity to lift her shirt up, and she obliged by putting her arms up in the air so I could do so. Her breasts bounced free from the confining garment, and I continued to caress them, especially now that they were right in front of me.
Alison was now on her knees, and she spread my legs apart, giving us both better access to what we wanted. Her tits were bliss for me, and she was giving me a great hand job now, running one finger up my shaft, slowly starting at the root, and moving up the sensitive underside, and circling around the ring under my head, and then rubbing the head of my penis, and moving back down. The other hand was massaging my balls, first one, then the other, then both together. I had stopped rubbing her breasts, and was now giving her a shoulder and back massage. Alison was beginning to pump my shaft a bit, and as I started to rock with it, my sack would hit her tits as it swung forward, and I let out long, low groans, as this wonderful feeling pulsed through my body.
Hearing my noises, Alison said, “Hold on, big boy.” and then, on her knees, began to give me the best blowjob ever. Continuing to jiggle and caress my sack, she started to flick the head of my penis with her tongue. Then she moved to the root, and licked from the bottom, up the tender underside, and ran her tongue around the head, and over it. She then stopped juggling my nuts as she ran her tongue in a spiral pattern down my shaft. Then she took one nut in her mouth, and sucked on it for some time, while massaging my cock with one hand to keep it hard. Then she switched to the other testicle, and then to my surprise, took the whole sack in her mouth and went over and over it with her tongue. It was like a french kiss, but better.
She then let go of everything, and began to take my cock in her mouth.She first sucked on the head, and then with each following gulp, took more and more of my throbbing penis until she was taking all of it, and I could feel the head hitting the back of her throat, and my balls bouncing off her chin. I was shuddering with pleasure.
