“Ah, but they make the people who watch them interested!”
“I heard that the band will be getting new uniforms this year.”
“Yes, and you know who donated the money that made that possible, Jim.”
I nodded. “They’ll still be blue and yellow. The hats will have two different… what do you call them?”
“The colors are blue and gold,” Mr. Harris corrected. “The hats have plumes.”
“Yeah.”
I saw June walking toward me, and I was sorry that I didn’t have more time to talk with Mr. Harris. He really was a likable person once you got to talk to him about things that really were important to him.
I turned to the teacher. “Have you ever considered doing things… well… differently?”
“This season is going to be different from last year,” Mr. Harris answered. He narrowed his eyes. “What do you have in mind?”
My mind conjured up an image in my mind, but I figured that the teacher would really think I was bonkers if I explained it to him. “Oh… I was watching and thought some crazy thoughts.”
“Like what?”
I noticed that the teacher was really interested in my opinion. “Well, here’s something obvious. You don’t have singers!”
Mr. Harris laughed. “Voices would never carry!”
“Hmm. You’re probably right.” I most certainly did not mention that I felt the same about the flute players.
June joined us. She heard my last remark, and frowned at Mr. Harris. The teacher, on the other hand, didn’t really know me that well, and didn’t know that I used that expression when I felt that somebody—usually an adult—didn’t get what I was telling them.
The two of us bade Mr. Harris good-bye, and June led me toward her car.
When we were out of earshot, June asked the question. “What didn’t he understand?”
“I heard the band play a song that I’ve always loved. I was thinking about maybe doing it radically different, but I guess my idea is really way out there. I feel he’s wrong about some of the instruments, though.”
June was silent the rest of the way to her car. After we backed out of the parking spot and were on the road toward the apartment, June finally said, “I know you, Jim. You’ll get him to see things your way, even if you have to bring the entire marching band into the talent show to prove it!”
That comment put a lot of images into my head. I started laughing out loud. “You know, June… that’s a great idea!”
On Wednesday, I saw Megan Gallagher in the hallway. She was one of the best flute players that I ever heard in person.
“Megan?” I said as I approached her. “Do you have a second?”
“What’s up, Jim?”
“Do you play piccolo?”
Megan looked at me strangely. “Most anybody that plays the flute can play the piccolo. Why do you ask?”
“I have a song that I’d like you to play in the talent show.”
“The piccolo? That’s too harsh for a solo.”
I gave Megan the flute part of a song I heard the marching band play. “The part is actually for a piccolo. See?”
Megan scanned the music and furrowed her brow. “Wow! This is a piccolo feature, isn’t it?”
I told Megan my idea for the talent show and she laughed heartily. “Where did you get that idea?”
“Oh, it’s just the kind of weird thing that I think about.”
Megan continued smiling. “I’d be happy to do this. I have a piccolo at home.”
“I’ll borrow some from Mr. Proilet.”
“Borrow?” Megan asked.
My only answer was a smile.
The bell rang, indicating that the two of us were late for class. We bade farewell and went our separate ways.
Thursday, the eleventh, was my birthday. I woke up that morning receiving one of June’s mind melting blow jobs.
I sighed, and smiled remembering my favorite line during one of June’s B.J.s a couple of months earlier: “What a way to die!” I made sure that I didn’t utter that line this morning, remembering June’s coughing reaction as she started to laugh while sucking me deep.
Despite the fact that June was busy, my mind registered the fact that I was alone in the master bedroom with June, and I asked, “Where are Kristen and Lynette?”
June, who was situated between my legs with my cock in her throat, simply looked up into my eyes, with a glance that plainly asked, “Do you really expect me to answer you with this monster in my throat?”
June continued her work. All too soon, I started feeling my balls churn. My release was imminent. I went to move my hands onto June’s head, but I found to my surprise that my wrists were bound. I looked from right to left and saw that some red knitting yarn was loosely tied around my wrists and fastened to the bed. It wouldn’t take a lot of effort to break from my restraint, but the fact that it was there told me that I wasn’t to move, so I didn’t.
June sensed my impending release, and simply pulled her head up, releasing my dick entirely. “Happy birthday, Oogie!” she said, giggling.
I watched in stunned silence as June hopped off the bed and out of the bedroom entirely.
I looked at my erection, which was wet and red and demanding attention.
As if on cue, Lynette came into the room, dressed in one of Kristen’s expensive lingerie outfits consisting of a pair of white panties that looked almost like a thin horizontal line around her hips coming to a “T” at her crotch, and a nearly transparent white camisole on top. Neither piece of lingerie hid any erogenous zone on Lynette.
“Birthday boy is awake, Mistress!” Lynette announced. She gave me a beautiful smile, and moved slowly toward my aching member. With a surprisingly high voice, Lynette squealed, “Hmm, Oogie looks excited!”
Just as Lynette’s hands were about to touch my throbbing cock, they suddenly pulled away as I heard a SLAP that surprised the hell out of me.
Looking up, I saw Lynette rubbing her scantily covered ass and Kristen holding a leather riding crop in her hands. I realized that Kristen just whipped Lynette!
Lynette didn’t seem upset, although I could see the beginnings of tears in her eyes from the obvious pain that Kristen’s spanking gave her.
“No touching!” Kristen hissed.
Kristen was wearing a pair of black leather panties and a matching corset, a black eye mask, and what appeared to be a black leather beret. She almost looked as if she were a female biker!
“Yes, Mistress!” Lynette said, her still-wet eyes staring at me and expressing her apology for not being able to attend to my needs.
“June, report back here at once!” Kristen barked.
June hopped back into the room, still naked. “Yes, Mistress?”
Mistress? Since when did June revert to her “slave” persona?
“You’ve left my boyfriend in a bit of a fix. Look at him!”
“He looks hard,” June said, grinning.
“And you are responsible!” Kristen brandished her riding crop in her hands.
For an awful moment, I thought Kristen would spank June. I couldn’t allow that. “No, Kris!”
“Shut up!” Kristen snapped at me as she waved her crop before my eyes.
I instinctively flinched, but Kristen already turned back to June. There was menace in her eyes.
“Do you want me to finish him off?” June asked, meekly.
I noticed now that June’s voice sounded a bit funny, almost as if she was a little girl. June was obviously playing a game with Kristen! I breathed in, not realizing that I was holding my breath as this scene was playing out.
“No, slave!” Kristen said. “I want you to get him excited without touching him.”