My first story, so bear with me. English is also not my primary language, so sorry for the spelling errors.
Some time ago, when I was a student I had a strange experience with a girl at the same school. It all started after a long and hard party at the student pub, I walked in on a friend of mine and a girl that I hardly new before around the corner from pub. He had a very nice girlfriend but I could see that he was about do to something stupid with this other girl. So I went up to them and asked them where the afterparty was, teasing them about what they were about to do, saying that I would never even kiss on the first date, and surely not doing enything more. I continued talking to them and managed to get them with me to the place I was going. The girl was a bit dissapointet, but as a twist she hang on to me instead of my friend, talking flirting, teasing. Nothing more happened that night.
2 weeks later there were a new student party at the pub, and after too many beers, I met this girl again. I had seen her earlier in the night, but she seemed embarrased or shy, so I did not think anything could happen. Remember, I never talked to her before I freed my friend from her two weeks earlier. She had obviously been upping her courage with alcohol, and the first thing she asked me was if I would consider this our first or second date. I found out I wanted to play with her abit to see where this would lead, and replied that “that depends, what would you say” She did not make me guess what she wanted, and told me straigt up that she was really hoping for it to be the second, and as she knew I had keys to the backstage area of the pub she asked me for a tour.
I still played along and hesitated so answer, but agreed on the tour, I knew we would be alone back there as there were no bands at this party. I had not done more than close the door behind us before she threw herself at me, kissing me like a hungry puppy ang explaining that I was the only thing she had been able to think of the last two weeks, and the had been avoiding me at school, afraid that it would show. I tried to play cool still and agreeing on the kissing, but it was still maybe our first or maybe second date. She was not to be stopped, and ordered me down on the drumset stool spreading my legs and started undoing my pants. I was already starting to get hard so it felt like a relief when she whipped out my penis and started sucking it with the same enthusiasm as when she kissed me. It is to the day the best blowjob I ever received and she was really enjoying milking every drop out of me. She swallowed it all, looked up at me and said, “I think we call it the second”. I was all jelly after the experience and could only agree. Just as a treat she pulled up her skirt, showing me she did not wear any underwear freshly shaven, then she pulled out one nice big boob, fondeling the nipple before putting it back in, and saying “just someting to give you inspiration for a third date maybe?” and she walked out of the room.
I was still a bit shaken, and trying to get my pants on again, I managed to kick the drumset, making a lot of noise, clumsy as bambi on the ice. When I got out of the room the girl was gone but I met my friend from last time, and he wondered what I had been doing “in the drum room”, making all the noise. “Sleeping againg, too drunk as usual?” I could only stutter a “yes” and went to the bar.
On the afterparty this time he thanked me for saving him from the girl. He had been arguing with his girlfriend but he was happy nothing happened. But he was still wondering how it would have been, he had a feeling that she had to be good in bed… I quickly changed the subject
I met this girl several times after, and I do still think it was the best sex I ever had. Maybe I will write more about it
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9zomdv/mf_the_drum_room