Marching Band (Part 7)

Chapter 7: An Unexpected Partner

I was sitting in my car on the way to another band practice. Luckily, Lauren made it much more bearable. Actually, at the moment, she was making it harder for me. As a thank you for driving her to and from band practice, she started giving me certain… “gifts” on the way to practice. Right now, her feet were in my lap, stroking my cock. It was hard to focus on the road.

Let’s talk about Lauren and I for a bit. Now, I haven’t mentioned her much since we fucked several weeks ago, but things were actually going good between us. At some point, we’d actually unofficially started dating. We went to see a movie together, and halfway through, at the same time, we noticed we were on a date. We also noticed we were having a great time, so we continued the whole dating thing. We still were.

We’d only been dating for about a week at that point, but I was sure I loved her. How couldn’t I? She had my sense of humor, she cared about me, we now had a bond, and don’t even get me started on her body. Her face was still the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I always told her she looked almost identical to my favorite porn star, Ava Taylor, but she’d always blush and change the subject. She was so modest, and I loved her for it so much.

We pulled into the school parking lot just as I… “finished.” I leaned my head back on the seat. “Holy fuck, Lauren. You’re like a drug. I never get tired of you.”

She smiled and laughed. Her laugh brought pleasure through my body. Not sexual pleasure, though. Just happiness. Maybe my “love” was actually an unhealthy infatuation. But hey, whadaya gonna do?

I hopped out of the car as she cleaned off her feet. “Time for another terrible practice,” I said to Lauren as she stepped out of the car.

“Oh, c’mon, Matt. It isn’t that bad. If you hadn’t joined, I never would have met you.” She said, donning that innocent face of hers. She was fucking perfect. I couldn’t get enough of it. I could talk about it all day, but I’ll save you the trouble.

I laughed. “Yeah, you’re the only thing that makes this worth it.” Looking up, I saw Becca walking up to the school. “Well, the main thing…”

A few nights before, I had told Lauren about the situation I was in. The picture, Becca, the deal, everything. Her first reaction was laughter, which I found reassuring. She was actually fucking cool with me fucking these girls. She said it was “kinda hot,” which made me feel better about it all. That’s what was cool about her. She and I had talked about it, and we were cool with each other fucking other people, as long as we knew who the other had fucked. She made me promise though that I would just have sex with these girls, not get attached or anything. She had a moment where she remembered her previous boyfriend breaking her heart, and I promised her I’d never do that to her. I was glad I’d said that, because she had rewarded me for that too. Now, back to what you came here for.

I hugged Lauren and left her at the car. I was off to meet up with Becca. I pushed open the entrance to the school and saw Becca’s ass as she stepped into the band room. Catching up, I walked into the band room and said hello to everyone near the door, one of them being Jenna. “Hey, Matt. Wanna skip again today?” She said, winking.

As much as I wanted to say yes, I shook my head. “No, we should probably go to practice today. Don’t wanna get too far behind.”

She shrugged. “Alright, I guess.” She went back to talking to her gay friend Amelia. Good ole ‘Gaymelia.’

I walked into the band locker room, and took my instrument out of the locker. I heard the door open behind me. Turning, I noticed it was just Lauren. She smiled and waved to me. Waving back, I noticed a guy in my section, Miles, was smirking and staring at me. “You hitting that, Matt?”

It took a second for the surprise to wear off, but I nodded. “Yeah, I guess you could say that…” I whispered.

He smirked again, patting my back. “My man,” he said, slipping past me and saying a hello to the unknowing Lauren. I smirked to myself, and took out my instrument. Miles reminded me a bit about Mark.

Mark. I had told Mark, my roommate, about everything that had happened so far. Lauren, Heather and Kaitlin, Jenna… He started to not believe me, until I showed him the video I’d taken of Jenna during the feet dare. He was given further proof when I’d invited Lauren over to the apartment one day.

I still remember the day she’d come over the first time. It was just after a practice, so she had wanted to go home first, to shower and get ready. I had offered to drop her off and drive back later to get her, but she refused, saying she was close enough to walk. I shrugged and said goodbye, before she said that she was excited to finally meet “this Mark guy.”

“Trust me,” I’d said, “you really don’t.” She laughed and I drove off, in the direction of my apartment. Thinking about what Lauren and I would do tonight, I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment. Even though Lauren was coming over, we weren’t staying there for the night. Hell no. I wasn’t letting her stay near Mark for that long. There was no predicting with him.

As a matter of fact, that point was proven a minute later.

As I approached the apartment, I pulled out my keys, ready to open the door, but I stopped. I heard something inside the apartment… It was a girl, moaning. Mark, I swear to god… That better be fucking porn. I pushed open the door and my hopes were crushed. I stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind me. I looked at the clothing on the floor, both male and female, and followed my gaze up, to see Mark on the couch. He was on his back, with a blonde on top of him. She was fucking away, moaning not too loudly. It was obvious she was numb down below, and the moans were fake. I don’t think Mark cared, either.

I sighed and threw my stuff down. “Mark, fuck, what did I say about the prostitutes?”

Mark looked over in surprise, and laughed.