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I am, and forever will be, a band geek. I played the trumpet in the marching band during high school and continued through college. I attended band camp as a teenager and I am now a paid camp counselor for two weeks every August. I graduated college this past spring and I should get a "grown up" job, but I don't want to. I live for those two weeks every August when I bring out my trumpet and meet the future musicians of the world.
So for now, I am spending the summer working as a life guard. At the end of the summer, I will go to band camp. Once I return in September, I have to start looking for a real job. So my plan is to enjoy this summer as much as possible before reality kicks in and my parents kick me out.
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It is the second Saturday in August. I arrive in the early afternoon to prepare before the campers arrive on Sunday. I get out of my beat up Chevy pick-up, slinging my duffel bag and trumpet case over my shoulder. It is a hot day and the sun is blazing. I am walking toward the registration building to check in when I hear a voice yell my name. "Hey Jackson!" I turn around to see a tall blonde woman sprinting toward me. I take off my aviator sunglasses and stare at the beauty bounding over to me.
She has long blonde hair and looks about five and a half feet tall. She is wearing jean shorts and a tank top that cannot hide her bouncing C cup breasts. Her converse sneakers make a light slapping noise on the pavement as she reaches me. "Jackson! Is that you? It's me, Sarah! Don't you remember me?" I am standing there with a stupid smile plastered on my face because I cannot believe I am standing here, face to face with my high school crush, Sarah Donohue.
Sarah was in the marching band with me in high school. She played piano and the trombone. She had lots of friends, good grades, and was very pretty, meaning totally out of my league. But this woman standing before me is not the girl I had a crush on in high school.
I'm not the kid I used to be in high school either. You're probably thinking that I'm some scrawny guy with glasses and asthma and talks with a nasally voice. Well, that was me in high school. When I got to college, I started working out and built up some muscle. I'm about six feet tall, wear contacts now, and have lean muscles rippling across my body.
When I finally organize the thoughts rushing through my head, I manage to squeeze out, "Sarah! Oh my gosh, it's been so long! How are you?"
"I'm good. Great actually! It's my first summer back at band camp since high school. I can't believe you're here. You look so good!"
"Yeah," I say with a short laugh. "I've been here every summer since high school, actually. And you look good too."
Sarah blushes slightly but continues the conversation. "Do you still play?" Sarah asks while pointing at my case.
"Only when I'm here. But once I put my trumpet to my lips, it's as if I never stopped."
"I know, right? Well, I've gotta go help get the cabin ready, but I'm glad you're here. We should totally grab dinner some night." Sarah smiles and turns around on her heels and stuffs her hands in her pockets.
"Okay, sounds good!" I yell back. Sarah just flips her hair and smiles at me. I turn and walk toward the registration building. While I fill out paperwork and get my accommodations, my mind wanders thinking about Sarah. Her huge tits bounce around my mind and I almost trip down the stairs leaving the building. -- This is going to be a long two weeks -- I think to myself as I make my way over to my cabin.
There is a big campfire the first night to welcome all the counselors. Sarah sits next to me and we talk for hours about everything from college to where our friends are now. Her tits look so delicious as the fire licks up and down her body. Her laugh is infectious and fills me with warmth. She places her hand on my knee during one of her laughing fits, causing shivers to course through my body. Every time our eyes met, it is as if an electric current is passing between us. We part at the end of the night, leaving me wanting more of her.