Marching Band (Part 6)

Chapter 6: Jenna

I pushed open the door of the band room, chuckling as Lauren made a funny comment behind me. I had started to carpool with her, driving her to and from practice. She really appreciated me driving her, so I usually got a bit of a present in the car, if you get what I mean. As I stepped into the room, I said hello to Becca, who pat me on the back, congratulating me for “last practice.” Smiling, I waved hello to Heather, making sure Nathan wasn’t facing me. Lauren followed me into the band locker room and opened her locker. She pulled out her clarinet, and started to put it together. As she was distracted, I slipped past her and exited the locker room. I approached Becca.

“Hey, Becca. Any new… victims…?” I said, regretting my wording.

She laughed, almost falling over. People around her started to look over, naturally laughing at the sight of another human laughing. Wiping her eyes, she coughed and said, “God, Matt, never say that again!”

I laughed, and shook my head. “You know what I meant.”

She chuckled, saying, “Yes, I did. I think I may have gotten a nice, prime 18 year old…” She glanced over at a pocket of freshman.

I looked over, my hopes rising. “Who, Victoria?” I said, blood moving to my cock.

She scoffed. “No! I’m talking about Jenna!”

I looked back over at the group. Jenna was a flute player, and a hot one at that. Her dark brown hair went down to about her shoulders and she had bright blue eyes. She was fairly tall, and had smooth, long legs. Her tits were great, and I craved to see them. Her feet were also amazing, and they reminded me a lot of Mia Malkova’s. Nice work, Becca.

“Oh… nice.” I said, crossing my arms. She raised her eyebrows, and walked away. I walked back to the locker room to get my instrument. Taking my instrument out of its case, I walk out of the locker room. I see Nathan, who happens to be looking right at me. He shakes his head at me, eyes squinted, and turns away. Not the person to be fucking with…

I look towards Mr. Ford’s office when I hear his door open. I see him come out and blow his annoying whistle. “Alright, kids, let’s go, outside in five.”

All the hardcore band kids practically step on Mr. Ford’s heels as he walks out of the room, but the rest of us hang out for the last few minutes. I really don’t want to go to practice today… I think, glancing back at Nathan. I could just skip…

I could just skip. Why fucking not? I go into the locker room and put my instrument in its case. Yeah, seriously, fuck this. I step out of the slot room and see Jenna. She is talking to her friend while taking her flute out. She sighs, and says, “I am not in the mood for practice today Amelia. I just want to relax, y’know?”

I take a second to look at Amelia. Amelia plays the saxophone, and is really cute. It’s too bad she’s gay. She came from some little town no ones heard of, and of course likes pussy. Which is a real shame. She was super hot, and had beautiful dirty-blonde hair and green eyes. I would totally fuck her if she weren’t gay. The band calls her Gaymelia, which she doesn’t mind. It’s odd, though. They call her “GAY-melia,” but her name isn’t pronounced “AY-melia.” It’s pronounced “UH-melia.” But I digress.

I think over what Jenna just said, and see Becca looking at me from across Jenna’s head. She was quickly nodding her head, waiting for me to take my chance. I hatched my plan and started walking to Becca. Amelia passes me, saying hello, and walks to the door. I take a few more steps and stand in front of Becca.

“Hey, Becca. Just so you know, I’m skipping practice today,” I said, making sure Jenna heard me. In the corner of my eye I see her head perk up. The bait is set…

Becca nods, and leaves the band room. She knows what I’m doing. As I walk to the back of the band room, Jenna grabs my arm. “Hey, Matt…?”

I stop walking and look into Jenna’s eyes. “Yeah? What’s up?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Did you say you’re skipping a practice?”

I slowly nod, donning a face of caution. “Yeah, I was… You weren’t going to tell Mr. Ford, were you?”

She laughed, and let go of my shoulder. “No! I was just asking because I wanted to see if I could join you. Just not in the mood today.”

And I’ve hooked my fish. “Oh, yeah, sure! That’s cool!” This is going perfectly, I thought, walking towards the back of the band room. Making sure Jenna was still behind me, I pushed through the back doors and stepped out into the sunlight. I looked around the back parking lot. In the back of our band room, through the doors, is a small parking lot meant for teachers who use the band room. Past this parking lot is a little road that leads down a hill to a soccer field, which we occasionally use to practice on. Luckily, we were not using the soccer field today, so we could hang out back for as long as we wanted to. Again, this is perfect.

I looked around for a place to sit, and finally decided on just sitting up against the brick wall of the school. Jenna followed me, and sat down a few feet away from me. I couldn’t help but look over to her as she sat down. Her amazing legs were being shown off nicely in her short gym shorts. What I’d do to spread those legs…

Shaking my head back to reality, I notice Jenna was looking straight at me. Her eyes were squinted, a look of confusion plastered on her face. “Hey… what’s up?”

I started to panic, and thought of an excuse. “Oh, sorry, I thought I saw someone walking down over there,” I said, pointing past her down the hill. She turned her head, her brown hair brushing against her shoulder as she moved.

“Oh, well, it was nobody, right?” She said, before looking back to me.

I slowly nodded my head. “Yeah, we’re all good.”

She smiled. “Alright, cool!” She said, propping one of her legs up and stretching the other in front of her. Little did she know, that only made me just stare “past her” even more than I had.

We spent about an hour on our phones, barely talking. At a few points, she’d show me a funny picture, I’d laugh, she’d laugh, and we’d go back to our own private phone browsing. Well this is going fucking nowhere.[i]

Apparently, Jenna agreed. “Well, I’m bored.” She said, dropping her head to her chest and hugging her knees. I looked out to the soccer field again to make sure no one was nearby, and when I was sure everything was clear, I cleared my throat. “Well, do you want to do something?”

To me, with the events I’d had in the past few weeks, that question sounded [i]very dirty. Luckily, Jenna didn’t hear it that way. “Sure, like a game?” She tilted her head, her brown hair flopping over her eyes.

I nodded. “Yeah, sure.” I was about to continue talking, but realized I didn’t actually know what game to play. “Um… I’m not sure what though.”

She made a face that showed she was thinking, her mouth scrunched to the side. A lightbulb seemed to light up in her head, and she turned to me. “Wanna play Truth or Dare?”

I thought for a second. I’m not really in the mood for that… That’s when I realized this could be my only open window into this sanctuary. My one way inside of Jenna. “Sure, why not?” I said, excitement and anxiety growing inside of me at the same time.

She smiled. “Awesome! Good luck winning this, by the way. I’m very competitive, I’ve been told!” She laughed, and began sitting crosslegged.