Starting off college in a musician’s fraternity presented a couple of unusual opportunities, especially at a party university.
I could talk about my friend who, at the absolute worst possible moment, was surrounded by his brothers and locked into the drinking song circle, in which you must finish the beverage in hand. (He’d just picked up on unopened 5th of vodka, and chugged the whole damn thing, screaming for his girlfriend in Spanish, which until that night, he was not fluent in.)
But my personal best came on graduation day, in which the underclassmen were asked to provide music for.
The ceremony was so large that it was held in a nearby convention center. There were several charter buses from campus for the musicians, and school busses for oversized equipment, large instruments, and the like.
After catching up with friends, I was running late, and didn’t have a ride back to campus. Fortunately, the last school bus remained, and I jumped on with another young lady who I was acquainted with. Just the two of us, and the driver.
The May afternoon was unbearably hot and humid, and dark clouds and lightning were moving in from the west in an unbroken tidal wave across the sky.
We were sitting near the back axle of the bus, and every bounce and bump were amplified jiggles in her cleavage.
New graduates flew by, waving, honking the horn, some making obscene gestures. We laughed and responded in kind, especially to the folks we knew.
As we hit the raised overpass ramp, the storm hit, and traffic came to a crawl.
A enclosed Jeep Cherokee slowly pulled alongside, with a newly graduated couple inside. Her gown was unzipped, topless and glorious, and she was blowing her boyfriend as he drove. They waved to us, and the blonde flashed her tits.
So it was something of a shock when Catie came over, straddled me, and pressed her tits against the glass. The challenge had been met, and I was about to become an unexpected participant.
The equipment on the bus was arranged so that there was no way the driver could see us, nor from the back or other side. Unless you were positioned where the Jeep was, we were invisible. The winds had blown trees down onto the merge lanes onto the interstate, so we were well and truly stuck.
The blond sat back, alternating between caressing her tits and his cock. Catie worked her nipples into beautiful pink buds, before slipping one into my mouth. Catie pulled her calf length black skirt up, (played the viola) removed her panties, and waved them at the Jeep.
The blond sat up, unzipped her gown the full length, and spread her pussy wide to give us the complete view. Catie pulled her skirt up high, stood on the bus seat, and then sat spread eagle, one leg on the bus seat back, the other on my shoulder, and reciprocated.
Catie decided it was time to one up her new opponent. She stood on the bus seat, bent over the seat back in front of me, and reached back to spread her cheeks and thighs open before very neatly demanding that I lick her pussy.
Our competitors went back at it full force, and the blonde sucked her boyfriend to completion as he used multiple fingers to please her.
I was soon alternating between tongue and fingers, and as the traffic started to move again, we shared a quick hard fuck that brought her to release before she worked me off manually to cum on her breasts.
We dated a few more times through the summer, but I met someone new, and broke it off with Catie to start dating a stunning redhead. But that, dear reader, is yet another story.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j2wsyz/mf_graduation_day_hijinks