Band Girl - Sex Stories

Band Girl

... out and watch more. Something else had to be on that camera. I hooked it up to the monitor in my room and watched as the bandmates walked around, setting up their shot. In the corner of the room, I saw Travis appear on screen, clearly frustrated and busy with everything going on. He snapped his fingers once and Karly came running up to him from off camera, and he quickly wrapped his arm around her.

“This is so fuckin’ stressful,” he breathed as he nuzzled into her neck.

She immediately started sighing in pleasure as she felt him kissing her neck. “I know, baby, I know,” she soothed him, holding his head in place. His arm traveled downwards to her ass, squeezing it. “You’re doing such a good job, baby.”

Wowza. They just kept filming that, huh? What a pervy cameraman. Although it didn’t look like either of the two lovebirds were that uncomfortable with a bit of PDA. Still, I felt awkward for watching, and wasn’t sure whether to turn away. Luckily, the camera turned away before I did, moving to some other guy getting ready for a close-up shot of his bass guitar.

Every time the shot returned to Travis, Karly wasn’t too far away. Sometimes she was telling him something supportive before a shot he was in, sometimes she would hold a glass of water for him and obediently give it to him when he asked, and sometimes she’d rush over and he would immediately begin kissing her or groping her ass or something between takes. The other guys were just setting up band equipment ...

... around them like this was completely normal. How often were these two doing this? Talk about weird boundaries.

I hated to admit it, but I felt myself going from being grossed out to being weirdly turned on by watching. I mean, Karly was hot, and yeah, I wanted her and it was kind of weird and frustrating to see Travis getting to play with her and not me… I flushed.

“I’ll let you have Karly for a day.”

Maybe he did mean it like that. Maybe I could… no, it would be wrong. It would be weird. She has a boyfriend. She’s never hinted she even likes me. Plus, he can’t just use her like a bargaining chip like that, right? I couldn’t help but keep watching.

At some point they finished filming for the music video. It was confusing - they were saying “that’s a wrap” and celebrating, but this was less than half of the total footage. Did they hit “record” when they thought they were hitting “stop” or something? Didn’t seem like Travis to make a ‘somebody’s dad’ mistake like that.

Camera in shaky hand, they all retired to some comfy-looking basement with a big TV and a plush couch, and popped in a movie. The guy holding the camera set it up in the corner and then joined the others on the couch as they settled in and watched.

Well, all but one. Karly, without a word, went offscreen and emerged a few minutes later with a bowl of popcorn in her hands, then got on her knees in front of the group, holding the bowl. And then she just… sat there. Sitting away from the movie, ...