The winter sky was clear, so the temperature was cold. There was a slight wind that made it feel even colder. At least, it wasn't snowing.

The Peak High School Marching Band members huddled around the buses. In a few minutes, they would get on. They had the prestigious honor to play in the Rose Parade.

In the midst of the mingling were Matt and Kristy. Their lips touched frequently in the middle of their cloud of visible breath. Matt was a senior and a trumpet player. Kristy was also a senior and also a trumpet player. They were embraced in a tight hug trying to keep each other warm. They were lovers.

Matt lost his virginity as a sophomore to Jessica Redson. That relationship didn't last long. He later hooked up with a flute girl. She blew him once. It was nothing compared to what Kristy could do. A trumpet player blows much stronger than a flutist. Early last year, Matt had sex with a flag girl a few times. Toward the end of last school year, he started to go out with Kristy.

Two summers ago, Kristy's first sexual experience was when she banged one of the drummers. She groped with other guys but the drummer was her only full intercourse. She then started to go out with Matt.

They were together ever since.

Within a month, they had sex with each other. Really, really good sex. They obtained condoms from the free dispenser, otherwise known as the school nurse. During the summer, Kristy went on campus during summer school to get more rubbers.

Rarely a day passed that they didn't see each other. Matt was an only child and both his parents worked. His parents saw him as a "responsible" senior. He was responsible. He always used a condom every time he fucked Kristy on his bed or on the floor or in the backyard.

Matt and Kristy tried everything. Every sexual and oral position. They even tried anal. Once. Matt loved it. Kristy hurt too much. He planned to attempt to convince her to try it again sometime.

There were three buses. The band director, Mr. Benton blew a whistle. Soon everyone boarded orderly or as orderly as a busload of teenage boys and girls could be. Each bus was rows of two seats on the driver's side and three seats on the other side.

Matt and Kristy sat together on the left side a few rows from the back. Mr. Benton was on this bus and sat up front next to the second bus driver. This was a long haul journey. They were in the lead bus.

The buses were plush. The buses were roomy. Mr. Benton encouraged the kids to stay seated, but only enforced it if they started to get out of hand. The bus was full of excitement and frivolity.

A lunch stop. A dinner stop. The hardest part was trying to herd the students back on the bus.

There were other dating couples. Mr. Benton didn't mind if they became a little kissy. As long as they didn't get too heavy or too carried away, he let them interact. He had no incidents to deal with.

Mr. Benton made semi-regular walks up and down the aisle to check on the students and ensure things were on the up and up.

Night.

Mr. Benton used the intercom and told them they were going to shut down the internal lights at nine. He encouraged them to go to sleep. They needed rest. They would arrive only a few hours before the parade started.

Kristy grabbed a blanket from an overhead bin. She wrapped it around her as she sat back down. Matt took his coat off and crammed it against the side of the bus. He was on the inside seat, Kristy was on the aisle. They held hands and smiled at each other. They stayed silent.

The lights went out. Students drifted asleep. Girlfriends placed heads on boyfriends' shoulders. Kristy reclined her head against Matt's shoulder.

It was not completely dark. There was emergency lighting on the floor and outside light that dispersed through the bus windows. Mr. Benton nodded at Matt and the sleeping Kristy as he walked by. He was pleased to see the students begin to fade out. A rested band would be the best performers.

"Okay," breathed Matt as he watched Mr. Benton's form vanish back to the front of the bus.

Kristy twisted her body and her head slipped down onto Matt's lap. Matt pulled his coat out and covered her head. He slipped his hands under his coat. He immediately felt her soft kisses and strong sucking on his fingers. Matt quietly opened up his jeans. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and made sure to also extract his balls out through the opening.

He felt his hard erect cock bounce against Kristy's cheek. She slid her head toward his stomach while he pulled his hands out. He rested one hand on the blanket on her back and put the other hand by his side.

Matt anticipated Kristy's touch when he felt her hot breath on his cock. He breathed in deeply in pleasure when her lips lightly encircled the head of his cock. He tried to minimize his reactions.

Kristy had the fattest part of Matt's cock gently gripped in her lips. With her tongue, she slowly started to smooth the surface of his cock head. She couldn't see anything. She did everything from experience and familiarity. His cock twitched to her contact. She slowly took her time and slathered him with her oral muscle.

Matt looked down. He concentrated on making long, deep breaths. He didn't want to make any sounds that would alert anyone to Kristy's clandestine activity. He thought he should be able to see his coat move slightly, but she was extremely subtle in her motion.

Kristy felt Matt's cock surge even stronger. She loved the feel of the power she had to make him do that. She slowly moved her head so his cock went into her mouth. She moved her tongue along the side of his shaft. Kristy briefly stopped when Matt's hips bucked and drove his cock deeper.

"Sorry," Matt said barely.

Kristy felt his hand rub her head through the coat to further convey his "sorry" message.

She closed her lips around his cock again. She just had a couple of inches in her mouth. She slowly moved back and forth on Matt's cock. It was just a very, very small repeated movement. She gripped his cock between her lips tightly and flicked her tongue on the underside of the head. She heard a gasp that seemed a little too loud and then Matt's breath sounded quiet again although it sounded strained. She loved that she could to that to him.

Matt loved the constant pleasurable sensations.

Kristy detected a slight saltiness. She backed her mouth off and tenderly swiped her tongue over his cock tip. She received a stronger taste of salt. She enjoyed Matt's flavor greatly. She swished the small amount of pre-cum around her mouth then returned her tongue to his cock head. She found the opening again and started to spread his sticky pre-cum all over his glans.

Matt loved what Kristy could do with her mouth. This trumpet girl was so amazingly better than the flute girl. He felt his cock get pushed up as Kristy's lips moved on the underside of his shaft. He adjusted his coat to make sure her movements were hidden if Mr. Benton walked by.

Kristy's lips and face pushed his cock so it stood straight up. She felt him adjust his coat a second time. She started to use her tongue to explore the base of his shaft.

She shifted her body. Matt felt a second of concern as her movement was obvious. He then felt gentle lips as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. She was a really amazing girlfriend.

Kristy had excellent oral control. She could be very, very gentle and she could also suck so strong that Matt would quickly blast super hard into her mouth. Under the coat with limited air, Matt's sexual scent was strong. She felt intoxicated by it. She loved his smell.