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American Pie
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American Pie This one time, at band camp... ♡♡♡ Yes, I played the flute in high school. And no, I never put my flute there! Yes, I have been to band camp. And no, it was not a giant freak fest. That doesn't mean that I didn't have some naughty fun in the band room! There was this one band geek named Kyle that happened to show me a great time! And it all started in the band room when I saw him playing with his trom-boner all alone... ♡♡♡ It was the week before the state small ensemble and solo competition and I was practicing morning, noon, and night in preparation of my solo performance. I was stressed out by the piece I had chosen, Clair de Lune by Claude Debussey.  The arrangement my band instructor had recommended was simple, sweet, and elegant. This version focused on the whimsical sadness you can hear within the haunting melody. It was the perfect choice for a flutist like myself. Yet it was absolutely frustrating to play. The arrangement for the flute was absolutely unforgiving to the slightest mistake in pitch, tempo, or mood of the melody. I was hell bent on achieving perfection, yet I was setting myself up for mediocrity. And failure. So, there I was, hating a song I once loved because I was that girl that had already lettered seven times in band. And I was the girl that always strive for more. My goal was to get my eighth and final letter for band and a 'I' rating would do it. It was a goal I intended on seeing through, so I logged as many hours as I could before and after school in one or the small, quiet practice rooms that were inside my high school band room. I practiced with the accompanying pianist in the mornings and most afternoons, I was alone with my flute, sheet music, and metronome perfecting my pace, timing, and phrasing of the notes. On this particular afternoon, I was working on a particularly troublesome section of my solo when I heard a solo trombone playing Duke Ellington's "Sophisticated Lady" in the practice room next to mine. I closed my eyes and listened to the smooth, jazzy notes coming from the deep brass instrument next door.  The arrangement sounded downright sexy to my seventeen year old ears and I had to see who was playing. I stepped out of my practice room and peeked in the room next to mine. And there he was... the one boy I ever had a bit of a crush on in the entire band. Kyle. My heart fluttered and I felt my face flush when he looked up from his music and noticed me. He stopped playing when our eyes locked and he motioned for me to join him in his practice room. I stepped inside shyly and closed the door behind me. I pulled the curtain over the window on the door and turned toward Kyle. He set his trombone down on its standard stepped towards me. I didn't even realize that I was still clutching my flute until he reached out and took it from my hand. He carefully set it on the ledge of his music stand. No words were ever spoken between us that afternoon as we began to acknowledge our mutual teenage lust for one another. It was a clumsy tryst as we both fumbled with each other's clothing between wet, sloppy kisses. His hands were everywhere! Removing my bra. Unzipping my jeans. Teasing my nipples. Grabbing my ass. And then... I felt a hand sliding beneath my panties and two probing fingers. He stood behind me and pressed his swollen manhood into my back. I reached behind me and rubbed it through his jeans as I enjoyed the sensations I was feeling inside my young, wet pussy. I didn't cum very often back then, but somehow he managed to raise me to a full crescendo in the band room that day! As I approached my diminuendo, I turned and lowered to my knees. I unzipped Kyle's pants and pulled out his impressive trom-boner. And then I expertly played the skin flute until my band geek practice mate reached his forte, which I ended up swallowing in one swift gulp. I was proud of being such a talented little skin flutist! And then we heard the door to the band room slamming shut and the sound of footsteps approaching the practice rooms. My heart was racing as Kyle and I regained our composure and put all of our excess instruments safely into their cases. I stood in front of Kyle as he raised his trombone to his lips. I tried to look as innocent as I could as I pretended to be helping him maintain the tempo of his piece. It was a weak facade, but it was the best I had. We were totally busted! A quarter note later, our band instructor, Mr. Moenning opened the door and poked his head in. He let us know that he was going to be locking up the band room in ten minutes and it was time to wrap it up for the day. He gave us a funny look as grabbed my flute and slipped into my practice room next door. I disassembled and cleaned my flute before locking it up in its case and then I gathered up all of my sheet music and stuffed it into my music folder.  I carried my belongings out of my pratice room and literally bumped into Kyle waiting for me outside my door. He offered to help me carry the mess in my arms. And surprisingly, I let him. We left the band room and waited in the vast emptiness of our high school hallway corridor while Mr. Moenning locked up. Our teacher tested the door and then we made our way toward the parking lot exit. Kyle and I walked in silence behind our teacher, exchanging a few flirty glances here and there along the way. We were seriously smitten with each other and as a result, we were utterly distracted. "You two must have been practicing something good in that room by yourselves," Me. Moenning said loudly, startling us both. He then erupted into laughter. Of course he knew what we had been up to. Embarassing, isn't it? Kyle's eyes met mine. I saw a flash of shame followed by a glimpse of fear and then his eyes filled with lust. I got lost in his hypnotic gaze that I nodded without any thought as he signaled where he wanted to go next. No words were said, yet his message was loud and clear. We both wanted more. Kyle took my hand as Mr. Moenning opened the door to the parking lot. We rushed past him without a glance and made a bee line for Kyle's car. He drove us to our empty high school football field where we found the spot to continue the performance of our duet. It was a the best performance of our careers and it was the first time either of us had multiple huge standing ovations. ♡♡♡ About a week later, Kyle and I performed the final duet between our bodies as we celebrated the 'I' rating we had each earned respectively at the state competition that day. We both knew then, there would be no refrain of the melody we once composed together. Our lively procession had softened and slowed as it gradually transformed into a simple haunting melody that slowly faded until the last note disappeared forever. After the tempo and tone of our sweet melody had changed so drastically, Kyle and I knew there would be no curtain calls or a special matinees of our preformance in the future. We agreed that we could never compose another opus with anywhere near as much beauty and raw emotion as our first duet, ever again. The brief collaboration between Kyle and myself came to a graceful end on the day the music died between us.  ♡♡♡ By the way... I still own my flute. And no... I still haven't put it there. ♡Jess |
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1/7/2018 8:58 pm |
Debussy's music is so wonderful.. especially to make love by... sweet!
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I learned a lot while being in the high school band, I do not recall any sexual stuff. Quiet shy. In fact on my first time, the girl has to put it in for me as I was so excited, No need for help now, unless she waits to do it. 
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All that flute saw was the inside of a box! [image]
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