Nicole
Second day at a new school is always hard and brings about new haters, or fans as I call em. But I can see why they want to hate, I'm a very beautiful girl. My hair comes down mid back, long , and shiny, have the perfect shaped body, enough curves just for the right one to handle, handful on my chest, and lets just say I'm perfect.
One good thing about the new school is I'm still in the band. Yes I am a trumpet player and a mighty good one I must say. All day that has been what has kept me going, just to know that my last class of the day is band followed by band practice.
I was so excited about band and now it's finally time to go and show off. I walk in and am greeted by the director. Shortly after grabbing my horn class started. We played different, easy, music during the class and now I was ready for practice.
I sat and watched the class leave.
Why are you just sitting there? Kyn asked.
Kyn was my new friend. He was short, light skinned and he played the tuba.
I'm waiting on practice. I replied.
Come on with me for a while. Kyn said with a smirk.
No I think I'm going to stay here and practice some.
With a smile he was off and I sat there playing dynamite. As the director approached me, I got nervous as to what he was about to say.
Hey Nicole, Jamal should be in any moment now. .
Jamal is the head trumpet and my next man. Oh the shock I was in yesterday when I had first seen him. My mind drifted back to yesterday.....
Boom! I heard the doors slam open sounding as if someone was in a race. As I got up to see what was going on this gorgeous guy walked through the door. He was tall, light skinned, afro, muscular and oooowwweeee so fine. My knees began to get weak as he spoke. His voice was so.... so... just amazing. I tried to concentrate as he walked into the closet to get his instrument but it was obvious that I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Before I knew it he was sitting beside me with his horn in his hand. He just sat and seemed to be observing me for a while before he began what I suspected to be his normal routine.
Oh his authortive voice was even sexier than has already tremendously sexy voice. I sat in a daze as he lead us through our warm-ups. Although somehow still playing, I was in a daze of lust. I must have him.
My daze was soon interrupted by the director as he came and took over. I would have much rathered Jamal just keep on leading.
As we went out to line up for marching, Jamal ensured that I was lined up right at his side. Oh the butterflies in my stomach almost made me trip as we began to forward march.
After our marching session, we began to pack up and leave. As I was preparing to part the door, I was approached by Jamal. To my surprise he stuttered upon asking me for my number, now with the interest in me obvious. Trying to hide my blush, I put my number in his phone and with a hig we said our goodbyes for the weekend.
