Years ago I was the bass player in a local band. We played symphonic rock/metal in the vein of Nightwish and The Gathering (actually we had the same rehearsal space as the latter). Practice was once a week and once or twice a month we had a gig. We didn’t make any money, what we got from the performances was barely enough to cover things like petrol, guitar strings and the rehearsal space. But it all was pure unadulterated fun! Us against the world, friends together. I still can remember my first party with the band when our drummer (he was the youngest, I the oldest with 27 yo) turned 18 and his then girlfriend organised a female stripper for him (!). As I gazed upon the spectacle, with a beer in my hand, of him tied to a chair with the stripper swirling almost naked around the lucky lad, I thought “This is the life!”.
Some time later the guitar player of the band got himself a (barely legal) girlfriend, let’s call her Belinda. And she was a stunner. A well developed yet slender teen body with perky tits, long brown straight hair and deep, penetrating blue eyes. A lovely girl, nice to chat with and I really felt happy for the pair. But soon cracks came in their tender relationship. On a Saturday night the band and Belinda went out to our favourite pub which also had a podium. We had lots of fun and all got totally hammered. Until suddenly our keyboard-player came white as a sheet walking towards me (he was still an innocent virgin then). “I just went to the toilet and Belinda was there. She had this… Look.. In her eyes and offered me a blowjob.. Of course I refused and fled away..” But he didn’t told this our guitar player. It was then that I began to understand there was a huge difference between a sober and a drunken Belinda.
The next crack was during a gig of us in that same pub. We were the last band of the evening which meant we had to wait and in that time Belinda, who came along, managed to get drunk again. Halfway our set she climbed onstage and hugged and groped our guitar player from behind. Credits to him, he didn’t miss a note. After the gig I was approached by a friend of the band. “Dude! Did you know Belinda gave a blowjob to a guy in the toilet just before the gig??” Uhrrrr…… No… And I kept my mouth shut to our guitarist. Despite that it wasn’t until long, some days later, that he found out and broke up the relationship.
At that time MSN Messenger was the way to chat online with someone and one of my friends there was Belinda. Despite the broken relationship we kept in touch. Like I said, there was a huge difference between a sober and drunken Belinda. When not under the influence of alcohol she was a bright, sparkly girl who could write the most beautiful poems. And very slowly I felt myself falling in love/lust with her. A couple of weeks later I met with our drummer, who had just broken up with his girlfriend. Being the rhythm section of the band the two of us sometimes had extra rehearsals. “You never believe what happened last night!” he said with a big grin. “I went out with Belinda and had sex afterwards! Man, she’s such a good fuck!” I felt a tang of jealously and was pretty upset because he fucked the ex of a bandmate. This time I told our guitar player and despite the relationship was over he was kind of pissed. But he smoothed things out quickly with our drummer.
And despite it all I kept talking online to Belinda. I told her everything about myself, about my past experiences with prostitutes (as described [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eh3k50/mf_lost_my_virginity_to_a_prostitute/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ei29ft/mf_my_second_time_also_with_a_prostitute/)) etc. She was a great non-judgemental listener. Then a small midsummer festival took place in the village where she lived. We decided to go there, no one from the band was coming, it was just me and her. Belinda still lived with her parents, who I briefly met as I picked her up from home. I was nervous as hell because I was going out with a girl I really liked. Despite all the things she had done. But she comforted me and told me I was a great, cute guy. However, at the festival her boozing began again. Man, this girl could drink! I never thought so many beers fit in such a small girl. I tried to slow down her drinking to no avail. She almost became aggressive about it.. “Give me my damn beer!” When after midnight the festival was over she was back in her drunken state. Because I still had to drive back home I was sober.
I had parked my car a street away from her home and Belinda offered to walk me there. Halfway she began groping my butt but I pushed her hand away. The bit of white knight in me did not wanted to take advantage of her in her drunken state. When we came to my car I was relieved, I could go home and she could sober up. No harm done to anyone. We hugged, I said goodbye and I got in the car. And quickly on the passenger side so did Belinda.. Then I understood what our keyboard-player had meant with “that look in her eyes”. She stared at me with those deep, penetrating blue eyes and they were full of pure horny wild lust. It startled me and before I could react she literally ripped open her shirt, showed me her stunning perky tits and uttered only one word: “Neuken?” (In English, “Want to fuck?”). I thought my eyes fell out of their sockets. It felt like minutes but it was only seconds before the white knight fell off his horse and I stammered “Yyes..” Remember, I only had sexual experiences with prostitutes before. I was “starving” for a “real” girl.
Belinda put down her car-seat and lowered her trousers and panties. “Do you have a condom?” she asked. I had an old and crumpled but still ok one. I ripped the package of it and while fumbling tried to roll it on my semi-hard dick. Belinda helped by giving me a blowjob and thus rolling on the condom with her lips on my hardening member. After a few minutes she laid down on the passenger chair and I managed to cram myself in the small space between her legs. She had a landing strip with fully shaven pussy lips. Like a hungry vampire I attacked her vagina with my tongue and lips and was rewarded with soft moans. But the thing she really wanted was cock.
While orally pleasuring her my dick had gone soft again. I just f*cking HATE condoms.. “Pull it off, you can go without, come on, hurry!” she said with lecherous urgency in her voice. I did what she said, tugged a bit at my dick and in no time it was hard enough to enter her wet womanhood. I lay down on her and inserted my cock and oh boy, she was by far the tightest I had at that time. It felt hea-ven-ly! With a steady slow rhythm I let my cock go in and out her while we French-kissed. When I increased the pace Belinda got that aggressive wild horny look in her eyes again. She put her legs around me and spurred me on, also vocally. The things that came out of that cute girl’s mouth.. I almost stopped pounding her out of disbelief, it sounded like a scene from the Exorcist. “Come on, fuck my young pussy with that 27 year old dick!” “Fuck me like I am your whore!” “I can be your whore next time for only €25!” Despite being drunk she clearly remembered what I told her about my sexual past. No surprise but it didn’t took me long before I felt I was going to cum. I pulled out just in time and sprayed load after load of my thick sperm over her belly. Hastily we cleaned up while looking around us, despite it being night we were in the middle of a residential area. There must have been people walking by who saw the car moving and my white buttocks going up and down. Quickly Belinda scurried away and I drove home.
The next morning I felt ecstatic. Finally I had fucked a real girl! A girl that I liked very much! As soon as I saw Belinda coming online on MSN in the afternoon I send her a message that I really enjoyed the previous evening. Her reaction was not what I expected.. “You f*cking bastard! You pulled off the condom! Ever heard of pre-cum? I am not on birth control, what if I am pregnant?? You used me you f*cker!” I can still remember the blood draining from my face while sitting motionless in front of my pc when I read that. I can’t even remember what I typed back, it didn’t matter, she was pissed off beyond belief and blocked me. A week later when I was on MSN she suddenly came online again. “You bastard! I am late for my period! What if I’m pregnant? I talked to a girlfriend and I should sue you for rape!” It was like I was in a very bad movie, this isn’t happening to me, I thought. Before I could react she had blocked me again. Luckily 2 days later I heard from our drummer (who still was in touch with Belinda) that she had gotten her period. Not necessary to say I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Our guitar player just shook his head when he heard it all from me and forgave me, we are still close friends.
I never heard from Belinda again until 1.5 year later. I was on MSN with my then girlfriend when suddenly she came online and spoke to me. Apparently she had finally sought help for her alcohol problem and one of the things in that process was making amends to the people she wronged. She confessed all what happened that fateful evening was her fault. She shouldn’t have drunk so much and gotten in the car with me. I also confessed I was not entirely blameless, I should have said no to her when she offered herself to me. But nonetheless a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. We said goodbye and never spoke again. Once in a while I looked Belinda up on social media and I am glad to say she is married now (to a much older guy but ok), has a child and generally seems happy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hk2ymi/mf_fucking_a_young_groupie_and_regretting_it_later