Marching Band (Part 2)

Chapter 2: Becca

“What the fuck did you just do?” Becca looked at me with so much hatred, she could have been Hitler’s daughter.

I was stunned. I had no idea what I had just done, to be honest. I had taken a picture. A picture of Mr. Ford and Becca, naked, next to each other. After I walked in on her sucking him off.

“I… I don’t… I…” I stuttered, shaking. What the fuck was I thinking?! I thought to myself.

I had a very powerful picture in my phone. If anyone ever saw this photo, shit would go down. Mr. Ford would most definitely lose his job, and maybe even be arrested, and his wife would not like him fucking his student either. Becca, of course, would be removed from the school, and be humiliated in front of all of her friends. I had to delete this photo, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.

I realized I had zoned out. Becca was up and walking up to me at a brisk pace, arm outstretched. I shoved my phone in my pocket, not really controlling myself anymore.

“Give me the fucking phone,” Becca said in a calm, yet terrifying voice.

“No.” I replied. I had no idea what I was planning on doing here, but I had to think of it fast.

“Well, why fucking not?” Becca shouted, while Mr. Ford slowly zipped up his pants.

“Well…” I started, stalling for time to think of an excuse. C’mon, think!

“Oh. I get it,” Becca threw her arms in the air, looking at Mr. Ford. “He’s fucking blackmailing us.”

I am? “I am,” I cut Becca off.

“Fine. What do you want? Money?” Becca crossed her arms, suddenly conscious of her tits being exposed to a sophomore.

“No, I don’t want money.” I was just talking at this point. I don’t know what I wanted.

Becca squinted her eyes and stared at me for a while. “Fine,” she finally said. “C’mon.” She pushed Mr. Ford’s door open and walked out.

What. The. Fuck. I followed Becca out of the doorway and just stared at her ass the whole way. I felt dirty, but why the fuck wouldn’t I?

She walked into the locker room and I went in after her. I turned to close the door, and turned back.

“Why did you bring me here?” I said, until I saw Becca on her knees.

“C’mon, let’s get this over with.” She gestured me over with her finger.

It took me a few seconds to register. “Oh….”

She tilted her head. “I mean, you want me to suck you off, right?”

It suddenly hit me. Was I blackmailing her for sex? I guess I was.

“Uh… Yeah. Right.” I stammered, suddenly nervous.

Becca nodded, and walked forward on her knees. Her hand reached for my crotch, and she started fondling my zipper. Is this fucking happening…? I thought, as the zipper came down. She unbuttoned my shorts and they slipped down to the floor. My cock sprang up at her face, startling her.