Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2013 00:35:59 -0500
From: Sera Drake <que.sera.sera120@gmail.com>
Subject: Sera on the Band Bus

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, based on true events. Names have
been changed, and any similarity to any characters is a coincidence, so
stop being so paranoid.

	This story contains teen, m/m and f/f sexual content, so if that's
not your thing, whatever, just don't read it.

	Feedback? Want more? Contact me at que.sera.sera120@gmail.com

The air was thick with excitement. The scent of sweat mixed with rain and
wood and metal culminated to create a perfect aroma of victorious bliss.
For the first time in ages, the Riverdale High School band was coming home
with a sweepstakes trophy. It had been a three hour drive to get from
Riverdale to Franklin, and then the rigorous process of warmup,
performance, and watching bands began. By the time the ecstatic teenagers
reached the buses to return home, it was already well after midnight.
Exhaustion took its toll over the excitement, and most of the students had
fallen asleep after fifteen minutes of celebration.

But i was left awake, staring out the window at the passing trees. My mind
was filled with the events of the day; not necessarily the thrilling
performance or rewards show, but more specifically what i had found my
boyfriend doing after they exited the field.

"Andrew?"  "Shit!"  "Andrew, James, what the fuck are you doing?"  "Sera,
it's not what it looks like-" "It looks like you're sucking his fucking
cock!"

How had i been so stupid? As the field commander, i was supposed to be
better at understanding her peers, especially Andrew, first snare. The two
of us dictated the entire band's togetherness.

But i didn't realize that he was gay – with the tenor drummer James, no
less! James and Nikki, my best friend of eight years, had been dating since
freshman year. And Nikki had seen them too; she walked behind the bathrooms
as soon as she heard me yelling.

"Oh my God James! Pull your damn pants up!"  "Nikki, fuck, i'm-" "Just
spare it, okay?"

After that, i had been unable to talk to anyone, not even Nikki. I stood
through the awards ceremony joylessly, went through the obligatory
celebration without expression, and went straight back to my seat in the
back of the bus. As the two buses had been split according to gender
(thanks to the James and Nikki's shenanigans on the way home from the first
football game), i gave no thought to stripping down to my Soffe shorts and
sports bra as soon as i sat down.

It wasn't until the bus had been rolling for some thirty minutes that i
smelled a familiar perfume right beside me. "So," Nikki said nonchalantly.

"So," came my timid reply.

"I guess our boyfriends are butt buddies."

The blunt sentence should have been more painful, but i couldn't suppress a
small giggle.

Trying my best to put on a straight face, i turned to look straight at her
and, in a hushed tone, said, "This really is serious though. I don't know
what to do."

"About what?"

What did she mean, about what? Six hours ago, i had seen her boyfriend
humping my boyfriend's mouth. "About... James and Andrew. Being... you
know..." I couldn't bring myself to say `gay' for whatever reason. I was by
no means a homophobe; it just felt strange to say about the guy who'd taken
my virginity.

"Curious? Come on, Sera. They're guys. You think guys never fool around
with each other?"

I hadn't really thought about it before. I mean, Nikki and i had practiced
kissing back in about third grade. But this was totally different. Wasn't
it? "I don't know. James seemed to be really enjoying himself."

"Ha ha, yeah, James loves a good blowjob." Again, Nikki's bluntness caused
me to laugh just a bit. "And as far as i'm concerned, if he's getting off
without me having to gag on that thing, more power to him."

I looked around nervously. Nikki's volume had returned to conversational,
and there were two freshmen in a seat just diagonal of us. Having to hold
back tumultuous laughter, i shoved a finger against her lips. "Shut up!
Someone might hear you!"

Giggling herself, Nikki gently brushed my arm away. "Okay, okay. But
anyway, i just don't see why it should be such a crisis. It's not like
Andrew's having sex with some other chick."

"Yeah, right. Just your boyfriend's mouth."

"Oh, what, are you jealous?" Nikki said sarcastically.

I took the bait though. "Jealous of who? Andrew?"

"No, you pervert. I meant of James. When was the last time someone went
down on you?"

It was no secret that Nikki was a bit of a harlot. She and James apparently
had sex at least twice a week, and they traded oral almost every possible
chance. So whenever the topic of sex came up, little innocent me liked to
make vague exaggerations. Andrew and i had barely gone past third base; he
had certainly never licked me off. "I mean, it's been... a little while, i
guess..."

She read the embarrassed look on my face, and her jaw
dropped. "No. Fucking. Way. Do you mean to tell me that Andrew has never
actually gone down on you?"

My cheeks turned bright red. "No, no! We've, you know, fooled around. He's
just... He's never made me cum."

Nikki almost died on the spot. She was completely addicted to orgasm. After
she was able to breathe normally again, she closed her eyes and lowered her
voice once again. "Dearest little Sera, what do you think humans were made
to do?"

I sighed. She had given me similar speeches before, every time i showed a
lack of interest in sex.

"To fuck," i responded condescendingly.

"TO FUCK!" she half-screamed, half-whispered. "We were blessed with a key
to instant happiness that sits right between our legs. One of the most
basic instinct of animals is to reproduce; therefore, we have to fuck. To
deny ourselves fucking, a fundamental instinct, is to deny our
humanity. Quick, close your eyes and tell me five people you would fuck
right now if they were tied down right in front of you."

I was used to this drill. "Andrew, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Tim Johnson," i
said without hesitation. It was my ideal fourway, actually. But then,
strangely enough, a picture of Nikki, stripped naked and tied down, flashed
through my mind. "Uh, Brad Pitt, and... the guy from Fall Out Boy."

She glared at me. "Really now? Five dudes. You think that the guy from Fall
Out Boy would be better at fucking than say, Lauren Hollister?" Lauren
Hollister was possibly the most notorious lesbian at Riverdale. She was a
Californian cheerleader who had supposedly been transferred because she had
slept with every one of her female teachers in her old school. And she was
undeniably HOT.

"Oh come one, Nikki, i'm not gay," i shot back, just a little too
confidently.

"Who said that would make you gay? I picture Lauren Hollister's blonde head
between my legs at least once a month. Am i gay?"

"No," i chided, "You're a fucking pervert."

"Am i though? You've never, ever, ever had one thought about having sex
with another woman?"

Again, i hesitated, and she knew i was lying before i even let out a weak,
"No, never."

And then she smiled the most wicked smile i've ever seen on her
face. Without warning, she shot her hand right between my legs and grabbed
onto my mound. "See, you're soaking wet. Somehow i don't believe you."

And she was right. The entire conversation had gotten me rather heated. I
didn't even protest as she squeezed and rubbed my moist lips through my
thin shorts. "This is natural, Sera. This is release. I can almost
guarantee, James and Andrew have gotten each other off before. Maybe it was
weird to see them doing it behind a nasty bathroom in their marching
uniforms, but sometimes, you just need to let yourself go."

And so i did. I relinquished myself to Nikki's tender touch. I closed my
eyes, and i thought about Andrew's thick cock, as i normally did when i
masturbated. But then, strangely, i thought about James's, as i had seen it
earlier. I thought about the sight of it dripping with sweat, spit,
precum. I wanted it, but moreover, i wanted Andrew to have it. I replayed
and looped the sight of Andrew, tall, muscular, tan, sucking the shorter,
scrawnier pale James.

And then i opened my eyes as Nikki slid her hand inside my shorts. She had
somehow covered me up with my marching jacket and hung her own up in the
aisleway. And then, for the first time(or was it the first time? Had i just
been repressing it before?) i noticed how hot my best friend was. She was
about 5'4" and only weighed around 100 pounds. Her breasts were a modest
24B, but she did have some surprisingly noticeable curves. At 17, she
looked more like a woman than i did; 18 years old, i had pretty much
stopped growing some four years ago. I was 5'7" and 132 pounds. My boobs
were nothing to laugh at, 28C the last time i checked, but my figure still
looked rather boyish.

Then she kissed me. It was not a romantic kiss; it was pure passion, pure
lust. Our teeth met as she pressed harder, and then her tongue entered my
mouth. Her fingers toyed with my vagina over my panties. I gasped into her
mouth, and then retaliated. After a couple minutes, we were both rubbing
each other through thin fabric. And then i grew bolder. I pulled her band
t-shirt up to her neck, unsurprised to find she was wearing a
front-clasping bra. I no longer cared about the homoeroticism of my
boyfriend from earlier. All i cared about was my friend's perfect nipples,
as i dove in to taste them. She withdrew her hand from my shorts and began
fondling my tits. It felt incredible, not just in a sexual sense, but also
in a liberating way. It was pure exploration, and it was wonderful.

Before i knew it, i had pushed her down to the floor and was spread my legs
wide. She took the hint and, without hesitation, began furiously licking my
dripping pussy. She knew exactly what she was doing, and i briefly wondered
if this was her first time with a girl. But my mind went clear with the
electric shock of her gently biting my clitoris. Andrew had never even
found the sensitive spot.

Within seconds, i was cumming in her face. I felt that i must have shaken
the entire back of the bus as wave after wave of sheer ecstasy rocked my
whole body. She picked herself up and, without requesting i return the
favor, planted a sloppy, cum-covered kiss on my mouth.

"Wonder what the boys are doing," she said coyly.

Oh, what the boys were doing indeed...

To be continued!