Scott stood at attention at yet another long day of rehearsal. It was the third day of band camp, almost halfway done with the week. Tired, dehydrated, sore, and yet still determined, Scott went over the movements in his head. They were about to run through a small segment of the halftime show, but it was important for the movements. Eight steps forward, sixteen to the side, four back, and stop. That was his job, to get to his spot in time with the rest of the band.
Scott wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was 8:30 at night and still over 80 degrees. The heat was made much worse by the twenty pounds of drum that he wore. Once again, that was his job, play his drum well, and look good doing it. He looked up to the scaffolding at the front of the field, his band director stood on top of it. After the director finished talking to some clarinet players who didn't know their spots, Scott got the signal. As the leader of the drumline, Scott had the job of tapping off the band, giving them the tempo and letting them know when to start.
Four taps later he and the drummers around him began moving. The sounds of the band exploded, as did his own drum. He muscles through the hardest part of the show, hardest to play and hardest to march. He hit his spot exactly, then went back to attention, staring straight ahead, not moving at all. The director lets them relax, then goes to talking about what needs to be improved.
None of this talk related to him, so he didn't care. Scott let his mind drift off, then came back to reality when he spotted his girlfriend just ahead on the field. He smirked as she talked with the director. A section leader like himself, his girlfriend needed to correct the flute players that missed their spots. Flutes, he laughed, half of them are airheads, the other half aren't hot. She was different though, she was sexy, and smart, a perfect combo. Or so he thought. They'd been dating for four months, since the end of the previous year. Scott still hadn't gotten past first base. Attraction and smarts came with the price of her being prude. Scott put that out of his mind. Instead, he examined her. She was wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, her hair rolled up into a pony tail. He could see the sweat glisten off of her tanned arms. She had on tight short shorts, nicely complementing her curves. Her round ass buldged from her shorts, the fabric tight around her butt. Her gorgeous ass led perfectly into her sexy legs. They were smooth, soft, tanned, and sweaty. They weren't fat, but they had a nice amount of meat on them, Scott thought they were perfect.
She herself was 5'3", short, but that didn't matter. Her height made her ass that much better, it was fat and round, perfect. Scott loved her body, especially her ass. Her tits were nice too, on the bigger side, a C cup, but they were busty, always popping out from her chest. Her boobs rested on her diaphram, beautifully rolling onto her stomach. Her t-shirt hugged her stomach nicely, her belly button visible, and the gentle bump where her stomach ends and her hips begin. He couldn't stop himself from touching her beautiful tits from time to time. It usually ended in a talk about how she wanted to wait to get sexual. She wanted to make sure it was right. That would be romantic and all, he thought, but he just wanted to fuck her. And man was she sexy.
The signal from the director, and he was off again. Playing and marching was great, but he spent more time admiring his girlfriend while marching than looking straight ahead like he was supposed to. He marchd through the show segment, then hit his spot. No mistakes, he thought, now to make it better.
That was for tomorrow though. He'd have plenty of time to perfect the show for the back half of the week. Eight hours of work every day would clean everything up. Now, he got to have some fun. The director went over the final notes. What to do better, what they did right, the usual. Then the oh so important, 'we'll do this, this, and this tomorrow'. After that, came the dismissed. Scott quickly turned around and headed back towards the dorms with the rest of the drumline. They needed to grab their drum stands and put them away in a dorm room on the first floor. Then, they could go to the commons and relax on some couches and talk.
Scott walked into the commons and sat down on a couch. The old, fire resistant, uncomfortable couches were terrible. They were by no means fit for use by anyone, but they were more comfortable than wearing his drums. He started talking with the center snare, his 'second in command' so to speak. They talked about what to change in the music, and what to add in. They had some liberty to change the music, as long as everyone could play it well and it didn't sound out of place. They were in the middle of talking about adding in extra notes in the middle of the show when Scott's girlfriend walked in.
Scott didn't notice her until she sat down on him as he layed on the couch. She sat down onto his waist, her plump ass seating itself nicely onto his cock. Scott smiles and looks at her, she smiles and lets her hair down, it cascades down her shoulders and ends just below her shoulders. Scott glances to the center snare, who gives him a nod and mouths the words 'get it'. Scott grins as the center snare gets up and walks away, leaving them in the privacy of their couch, in the commons that is now filled with band students.
"Hey Sara.", Scott says to his girlfriend.
"Hey Scott.", she says as she lays down, spooning into him.
He wraps his arms around her stomach as she looks back at him. He kisses her soft, red lips. First softly, then he kisses her again, longer and harder, feeling her soft, moist lips against his.
"So how was your day?", he asks, his face just inches from hers.
"Oh it was great.", she says in a sarcastic voice.
They talk for several minutes, but as more people pour into the commons they have less and less privacy.
"Hey lets go up to my dorm, we can talk more there.", suggests Sara.
"Sure, why not?", replies Scott, eager to be alone with her. They walk out of the commons and down the hall, then turn and head towards the back staircase, the one that is almost never used. They head up until they hit floor three, one of the girls' floors. Sara goes into the floor first, checks that it is clear, and then Scott follows her. Scott can't get caught on a girls' floor, it was the biggest rule of band camp. The directors tried to stop sex as much as possible at band camp, but every year at least ten people fucked in the rooms. Scott wanted to be part of that group, and he wanted to do it with Sara.
She quickly led him into her room, then locked the door behind her. Scott could feel how sweaty her hands were, that wasn't from marching, that was from being nervous. Scott got excited at this.
"Let me just text Kristen.", she said as she pulls out her phone. "I would hate for her to walk in here."
"Oh really? What are you planning to do?", asks Scott flirtingly.
"Just sit down on the bed.", Sara says laughing.
They both sit down and look at each other. Scott runs his hand through her hair and leans in to her. She smiles and wraps her arms around his shoulders. He leans in and kisses her deeply. They push against each other, they're lips intertwined. Scott runs his tongue through her mouth, exploring every part of her mouth. He feels her tongue glide and slide along his, and grabs her and pulls her close to him, he lays one hand on her thigh, stroking it meaningfully. She runs her hands across his back, and she grabs his head. He leans in over her and she slowly leans backwards, eventually laying on her back with Scott laying on top of her. They make out passionately, french kissing, Scott kissing her nose, her eyelids, down her neck, she moans and grabs his head, letting out gasps of pleasure.
As he kisses her he runs his hands up and down her smooth legs and her sweaty arms. She leans her head back and lets out a long "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" as he carresses her neck with his mouth. He goes back to french kissing her, she kisses him back passionately. He runs his hand from her leg up her side, past her waist and up to her chest. They kiss as she grabs him around his back. He runs his hand up her chest and over to her boob, which is buldging out from her chest beautifully. She doesn't react as he passes his hand over her tit, so he wraps his fingers around it and squeezes it gently. It feels great in his hand, soft and firm, perfect.
At this, Sara stops kissing him and pushes him up slightly. "Scott.", she says hesitantly.
"I know, you wanna wait. I couldn't help myself, you look so sexy Sara.", he says apologetically.
"No, its not that.", she says as she looks into his eyes.
"Then what is it?"
"I.....I think I'm ready.", she says as she looks into his eyes.
"What?", Scott asks, shocked.
"I want you. I'm ready. Take me Scott, take me.", she says as she pulls him down onto her.
They start kissing again, this time more fiercely. Scott lets himself lay atop her, his full weight pushing down on her. He grabs her boob again, and rubs and squeezes it more. He lets his crotch press onto hers, they're genitals pushing against one another through their clothes. Scott slowly runs his tongue through her mouth as he squeezes Sara's tits. She softly moans in pleasure as she feels him push against her pussy. The sensation grows and Sara moans louder, her pussy getting wetter as she kisses him back hard. She feels her pussy throb as she gets more and more aroused, her heart beat quickens and her cheeks slowly flush with blood.
Sara pushes Scott up and rolls over on top of him. She sits up, sitting directly on his cock. Scott grabs her right boob and rubs it. She moans and grabs his hand, pressing it harder into her boob. She leans her head back and closes her eyes, letting out soft moans. She slowly grinds against him, her hips shifting in her seat, swirling on top of Scott's cock.
Scott lays flat on his back, his hand pressed underneath Sara's, firmly rubbing and squeezing her boob. He feels her nipple grow hard and press against his hand. His cock gets ice hard as she grinds on him. He looks up at her face, her eyes shut, her mouth open and her head back. Already her face is flushed, her normally pale cheeks are now rosy red. Scott slides his hands down to her hips. He holds her hips as she swivles her ass around on top of him.
"Yeah Sara, grind on me.", says Scott as he feels her pussy and ass push down on his dick,
"Mmmmm I love this.", replies Sara. Then, she stops moving her hips. She reaches down and grabs the bottom of her shirt. She slowly pulls it up, exposing her smooth stomach, then her bra, and finally she pulls it over her head and throws it onto the floor. Scott puts his hand on her stomach, feeling her pale, clammy skin. Her tits sit plumply in her bra. Her boobs sit out several inches from her chest, the skin on her tits full of goosebumps. With shaky hands, she slowly reaches behind her. She hesitantly unsnaps her bra. Then she grabs her cups with her hands and holds them over her tits, covering them. The bra straps hang down as her tits are pushed up by her hands.
"What's with the teasing?", asks Scott, a grin on his face.
"I mean no boy's ever seen my boobs before.", replies Sara, a smile on her face.
"Well I think this is a night for firsts.", says Scott, chuckling softly.
Sara hesitates, then gives in.