Band Girl - Sex Stories

Band Girl

... was still Karly. You don’t stop being friends with someone because of a few changes. It was cool getting to talk to her again, even if I had to abandon the small sliver of hope that she and I would be anything more than just friends.

Karly would take any and all opportunity to gush about Travis too. Apparently his band was really good (although she was head over heels for him, so maybe they actually sucked), and Travis put in a lot of effort to make the band work, which was why he was so supportive of the music scene. Even though I got used to seeing them at concerts, it was only at the third or fourth concert that Travis himself met me.

As soon as his eyes landed on me, his smile - already present on his face - grew and his face lit up. He exclaimed, “It’s him! The man with the camera!” and did some kind of fist bump hand gesture I misinterpreted as a handshake. He laughed it off and got to talking to me about his band, about school, and about what an amazing supportive girlfriend Karly was. The entire time, Karly hung on every word he said.

A few gigs later, Travis approached me. It was at some trendy yet old bar in the next town over - sketchy enough that one or two older men would ask me “Are you packin’?” which my friends would later inform me was their way of selling weed discreetly. I was just hanging around the bar area as the band was packing up, when Travis sleekly moved his way to the bar stool next to me. Karly was, as always, by his side, and he had one ...

... arm around Karly’s waist.

“Yo,” he announced. “You ever let anyone borrow that?”

He was pointing at my camera. I shook my head. “Nah, it’s kind of delicate. The camera and me are kind of a package deal. It can come to your gigs, but I gotta come with it.”

“I see, I see,” he replied, nodding sagely, then smiled at me. “Well, tell ya what: I’m kind of in the need for a high-end camera like that, and I know my way around a camera. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

I paused, then held out my camera. “You know your way around a camera?”

“Mhm!”

“Where’s the white balance button?” I quizzed him.

He answered flawlessly, then answered the next few questions well. I wasn’t expecting this, but he actually knew his way around a camera. It definitely seemed like he’d be the type to treat it well.

I mulled it over. “So how much are we talking to borrow it?” I asked gingerly.

He playfully grimaced. “Yeah, about that. I don’t have a lot of money right now, per se, but I’ll make you a hell of an offer.”

Bartering? “I’m listening.”

“Bet,” he replied, grinning. “So, you let me borrow that camera for the weekend, and number one, I’ll let you keep a copy of everything we record.”

Huh? Why would that benefit me?

“Number two,” he continued, “I’ll let you have Karly for a day.”

I couldn’t have heard that right. My eyes immediately darted to Karly, who was still smiling, looking at Travis like nothing was wrong. I didn’t know why I only noticed then, ...