Marching Band (Part 3)_(2)

Chapter 3: Lauren

I open my eyes at the sound of my alarm. I roll over and look at the clock: 10 A.M. I groan, and hit the snooze button. Fuck this shit. I know we need to practice, but on a fucking Saturday? Really?

It had been about a week since my… experience with Becca. I thought about it every night during my sessions, if you get my meaning. Just remembering her pussy slide down my cock…

I was wide awake now, with a boner in my boxers. Do I want to fap this beautiful morning? I thought to myself, sitting up in bed. No, fuck it. Gotta get ready anyways. I get out of bed and throw on a pair of shorts and a new shirt. Time to get this day over with.

I step out of my room and see my roommate, Mark, on the couch, watching something on the TV. That could have been me, but I was stuck in a band I didn’t want to be in. “Hey, man, what’s up?”

Mark looked over his shoulder and flicked his head. “Hey, nothin’ really. You wanna watch this with me? It’s good.” He raised his eyebrows. “It’s Tarantino. Gotta be a foot scene somewhere!”

Mark is the only other guy I’ve ever met in person with a foot fetish. That is, that I know of. When he heard about my night with Becca, the “blonde beauty,” in his words, he freaked out and paraded around the room. He’d never even seen her naked, but he acted like he had fucked her himself. Now, why did I even tell Mark in the first place? Well, he may be a lazy fuck who isn’t good at many things, but the one thing he is good at is keeping secrets. Which in a way is a form of lying, which is what he’s really good at. He once had a girlfriend – emphasis on had – that thought he was the son of a millionaire. They dated for two years. Two fucking years. Was she just waiting for him to show up in a Ferrari one day, and take her on a trip around the world? All she got was a bicycle-basket trip to the closest McDonald’s.

I shook my head. “Sorry, man, I can’t. Got another practice.”

Mark scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Man, fuck that. Why don’t you just quit already?”

I thought about that for a minute. Why do I even show up? I can just tell my parents I go, and just drop out. They’ll never know a thing. But then, I wouldn’t have a reason to ever see Becca again. Or any of the girls, for that matter.

“No, my parents would literally kill me. I gotta get ready. Tell me about that foot scene later!” I ran back to my room, brushed my teeth, all that shit, and went out to my car. Hopping in the car and driving to band is a hard thing to do when all you can think about is a girl you had been inside of a week earlier. I shook my head and focused on the road, just waiting for it to be over. Before I knew it, I was in the parking lot of the school. Sighing, I stepped out of my car and closed the door. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Hey, Matt?” I turned to see the beauty herself, Becca, standing before me. Her arm was across her chest, grabbing her other arm. I couldn’t help but stare at her body. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off her chest nicely. I looked at her hand at her side, which was holding a pair of sneakers. Looking at her feet, I noticed she was wearing a pair of flip-flops. “Nice shoes.” I said, acting casual.

“Yeah, sure, you’re looking at my shoes,” she said, rolling her eyes. She had a point. “Anyways, look. I may have an idea about our little… deal.” She said, looking around to make sure no one else was around.

“Oh, yeah, go for it.” I said, feeling a wave of guilt go over me. I did feel bad for this whole thing. Although it’s fucking amazing for me, she must feel terrified. If she messes up and can’t get enough girls to fuck me, I’d end up “leaking her nude photo to everyone,” which would get her expelled, as she was with a teacher. Of course, I never planned on sending out the picture anyways. If Becca’s gone, how else would I fuck everyone?

As a side note, I felt completely nervous over the whole thing. What if a girl doesn’t want to fuck me? Becca would just be like, “Yeah, you should totally bang Matt, he’s suuuper big in the crotch.” It doesn’t seem like that’d work.

“Alright, so I’ve been chatting with the girls for the past week, and I’ve been slipping sex conversations in here and there, to see how everyone’s doing.” She shifted her weight to her other foot and crossed her arms, waiting for my reaction.

“Shit… Wow.” That’s all I could say. Becca is getting really into this. “Well, what’d you find out, I guess?”

“Well, Sydney is doing pretty well for herself, having a boyfriend and all, so I don’t know if you can fuck her.” She shrugged, leaning on my car. “Then there’s Victoria and Alyssa. Those freshman are fucking sluts, did you know that?”

I shot my head back on that one. I can see Alyssa being a fuck machine, but Victoria? She always seemed so… innocent. I nodded, and replied, “Alright, is that it?”

“No, there’s Lauren, too.” She said, tapping her foot on the ground. The look on her face turned from casual to business, so it seemed like this would go somewhere. “She broke up with her boyfriend about a month ago, as you probably know, so she’s been… lonely, you could say.” Becca smirked.

“Oh, that’s… good…?” I said, scratching my head. Good for me, at least.

“I guess. Anyways, I was talking to her last practice, and she seems pretty desperate. ‘I’d fuck basically anyone. I’ve been limited to a single dildo for the last month, if he has a cock I’ll take it.'”

I was surprised. That didn’t seem like a Lauren-thing to say. Lauren was a shorter girl, probably 5’4 or so. She had long, dark brown hair and eyes, but was pretty pale. Now, her body was great, not fat or anything, but not a twig either. She had nice feet too. Best part about them, that I can remember, is that she has long, skinny toes. Perfect for sucking.

“You think she’d be, like, open to foot stuff?” I said, kind of embarrassed now. I don’t know why I was embarrassed, I had done everything I could have to her feet just a week ago.

“Oh, probably. From what I hear, she’s a pretty adventurous girl.” She winked at me and started to walk away.

I just stood there at my car for a few minutes. I closed my eyes, thinking over my situation. Is this wrong? I thought, but quickly pushed it away. If these girls don’t want to fuck me, guess what? They won’t. I’m not forcing anyone. So it’s all consensual. Somehow, I still felt entirely wrong, but I pushed the feeling aside and walked to the school’s entrance.

***3 HOURS LATER***

There I was, back in the band room, putting away my stuff like I always did. Can’t wait for the season to be over, I think, throwing my case in my locker. I walk out of the locker rooms and see Becca walk through the door. A look crossed over Becca’s face, almost as if she remembered that she had to do something.