Repeated to me for most of my high school and college years, these words from American Pie rang in my ears. Little did I know how true this one phrase would prove to be in my junior year of college at band camp.
There was an urban legend about “encounters” between the senior members of the drumline and the senior members of the colorguard.
Despite my spiked hair and faded concert T-shirts, I was still very much a geek. Worse, in fact, I was a band geek. Everything I knew about sex, I learned from watching porn. It was a good substitute teacher for me, but I knew it couldn’t compare to the real thing. And while three years of college passed by without a single opportunity to get my geeky penis baptized, all of that was about to change.
One day, as I was on my way to the marching field, I heard someone shouting loudly in the kitchen of the dining hall.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH” I hear coming from the kitchen. It was definitely a female.
I burst through the kitchen door with no plan to deal with what I encountered. As I prepared myself for a theif, I came upon a most arousing scene:
“YES PETER! I’M CUMMING,” said a girl I recognized to be the senior captain of the colorguard who was coming to a climax along with my mentor—the senior drum captain.
My cock stretched to its fullest potential. Peter, the drum captain, noticed this, “Want to see more?”
They moved into a new position and started fucking again. Unable to restrain myself, I dropped my shorts and started jerking off. I came prematurely and was unable to recover so I just sat and watched Peter and the colorguard girl climax for the second time.
When they finished and the colorguard girl left for practice, Peter told me the whole story.
“Next year when you are captain,” he said, “you will be able to have sex with one or more senior colorguard members.”
Peter proceeded to educate me on how to choose my girls wisely.
I walked out of the kitchen to the marching field. For the rest of the camp, as well as the school year, all I could think about was how I would choose the girl I would lose my virginity to.
The next year, I was a senior drummer on my college marching band.
As fortune smiled on me, my fellow bandmembers recognized my rhythm and gave me the honor of leading the drumline my senior year.
At the first band practice of the season, I stood a little taller and walked with a little more swagger. I couldn’t help notice that the colorguard was starting to pay me a little more attention. Jamie, a redhead with green eyes, C-cup breasts, sexy long legs, and a nice firm ass; Kim, a brunette with brown eyes, B-cup breasts, slightly short, but plenty of curves; and finally, Kris, a blonde haired, blue-eyed wonder to look at with B-cup breasts, average height, and a well-toned body. I could hardly bear the anticipation of learning who would choose me or if one of these luscious girls would choose me at all. All I could do was wait.
The week of band camp was rapidly approaching. I started chatting up Jamie, Kim and Kris to see if any of them were interested in my plans. I figured pitching my fate with three girls just might improve my odds.
“Hey Jamie,” I said, “what classes are you going to take?”
“I really haven’t decided yet,” she replied, “I might be changing majors.” She said this statement as her eyes checked me out. I hadn’t realized that girls might actually find me attractive. Could this be a hint for my band camp activities? I thought that only people inside the drumline knew about my captainship since it wouldn’t be announced until the first night of band camp.
Next I approached Kim. “Kim, how was your summer?”
“It was alright,” she replied, “I’m looking forward to next week though.” The insinuations in that last statement drove me crazy as I realized she knew too.
Later that day my phone rang—it was Kris.
“Hey Kris what’s up?” I asked.
“Nothing much, I was just calling to make sure that you were going to be on the drumline again this year, she said.
“Of course I am. I didn’t put in three years of hard work just to quit,” I replied.
“Great,” that statement was dripping with enthusiasm. “I’ll see you at band camp.”
I quickly learned that all three girls knew about the scandalous band tradition and that I was, in fact, expected to hold up my end of the bargain. So, naturally, I figured what have I got to lose, and so I made a pitch to all three girls on hopes that at least one would say “yes.” They all made it as difficult for me as possible, but I persisted with only a shred of pride. So, the night before we were to leave for band camp, I made my rounds to each of the girls, without any of them knowing that I was talking to all three.
“Yes,” said Kim.
“Absolutely,” said Jamie.
“Sure, why not?” said Kris.
I told Kim I would see her on Tuesday, Jamie on Wednesday, and Kris on Thursday.
The buses were packed, with instruments and bags jammed into every conceivable compartment, and the departure went smoothly. Fortunately for me, Kris, Jamie, Kim and I rode on different buses. The whole way to camp, a tent formed in my pants as I thought about the acts I would perform with these three girls.
The first day of practice, Tuesday, came uneventfully, at least until the stretches started. Kim, Jamie and Kris all, “coincidentally,” situated themselves in front of me. First, they bent down to touch their toes, then they stretched to the right and the left. As the stretches progressed, I caught glimpses of their tight, firm asses. It pained me to think of how it would feel to grab those asses and not let go. It was a humid, hot morning so there were beads of sweat that formed on their necks. I realized I wanted to take one of these girls in the shower
At the night practice, the colorguard got to try on their uniforms for this year’s show. Every year our colorguard’s uniforms got skimpier and skimpier. It was amazing to me that they could wear such tight, short outfits without breaking the school’s dress code rules. This year, the bright yellow, accentuated with hot pink uniforms accentuated each of the girls in the most perfect places. Their breasts were well supported and their asses were pulled taut. The uniforms looked like two-piece bikinis with a mesh material covering the rest of their skin. All three girls looked stunning and just looking at them made me glad that the drum that hung from my neck and rested above my waist was covereing my swelling cock. I had no doubt that, with Kim later that night, I would be able to perform like the hero geek that I was.
Around 11:00 p.m., a note slipped under my door.
It read: “Meet Kim in the dining hall now.”
I loved that the handwriting appeared so urgent, so emphatic.
“So, my first time will be in a dining hall,” I smiled to myself.
After checking my face in the mirror and giving myself a congratulatory wink, I briskly walked down to the dining hall. There was no reason to bother hiding my enthusiasm.