Trombone Tursi

I was involved in music all throughout high school and one of my favorite things to do was play pep music during sporting events. There was a girl my sophomore year of high school, we called her Trombone Tursi, who I had a major crush on. Tursi was a senior and I was a very young looking sophomore so I felt like I didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of doing anything other than admiring her from afar. She had a very cute small nose and deep set blue eyes with long brown hair. I don’t know if girls who have nice butts enjoy horseback riding, or if horseback riding makes girls have nice butts. Whatever the case may be Tursi had it going on. She had wide hips and strong glute and quad muscles that made her butt rather shapely and perky. If you’ve ever gone to the gym and seen a woman who can squat a lot of weight, think that but with nice wide hips. Tursi and I interacted primarily during sporing events (another reason why I liked them). She would actually give me the time of day and talk to me unlike most girls at the time. There was just one slight hiccup with our interactions, Tursi had a friend.

Tursi’s friend, Trumpet Tammy, didn’t like me. To be fair I don’t think she liked anyone but Tursi. They were pretty much always together and Tammy was very public with her affection for Tursi. It was pretty common for Tammy to grope Tursi in class, in the hall, on the bus, and in the stands didn’t really matter the location. They would often joke about getting married, and they seemed to imply that they’d fooled around before but never said so explicitly. Tursi seemed to really enjoy Tammy’s company which further compounded my frustrations. Every time I would try and engage with Tursi things were always complicated by Tammy which made the last part of the school year very surprising indeed.

Towards the end of the school year we’d have concerts showcasing the more symphonic style of music. These were more your traditional concerts inside a hall, suit and ties, all that fun stuff. After dress rehearsal one day Tursi and I were talking when, right on cue, Tammy shows up. But this time things were different. Tursi invited me over, as well as Tammy. Without hesitation I got into her car and so did Tammy. When we arrived at Tursi’s house things got steamy quick.

Tursi’s parents were not home and Tammy, Tursi, and I made a beeline for Tursi’s bed. At first Tammy did her usual groping routine with Tursi and tried to push me off the bed. But to my amazement Tursi gets in the middle of us and starts tickling me. The only way I can describe the encounter was like tug of war. Tammy trying desperately to get Tursi all to herself while Tursi is busy tickling and teasing me, but not quite giving Tammy the brush. This goes on for what feels like an eternity until suddenly Tursi kisses me. My high school fantasy was coming true.

Fireworks, passion, excitement, all those primal feelings that come out when you have a sexual encounter with someone you admire. I wasted no time putting my hands down Tursi’s pants and grabbing that wonderful ass that I had described earlier. At some point Tammy left Tursi’s house, but when that happened I had NO idea, I was in heaven. The make out session began to cool down almost as soon as it had begun. Tursi and I turned out to be more like Gatsby and Daisy, not meant to be. Tursi gave me a ride home, but before I left the car she gave me that look. You know the one, the one only a woman can give you. The look that makes you feel like you’re the sexiest man alive. “That was fun,” Tursi said with a little giggle.

The few remaining months of school really sucked. Tursi wouldn’t even look at me anymore. She dated the Jazz band pianist who was my friend until he started dating Tursi. Pretty soon school was over and Tursi was off to college. Coincidentally I ran into Tursi about 10 years after our encounter. I remembered everything that I could have possibly remembered about her. She didn’t even recognize me. Her loss I guess ;)