I was in high school, he was in college. I was 18 and he was 27, which wouldn't have been awful outside of school, but he worked for our school. I was in front ensemble, and he was in charge of mentoring all the percussion students.
Since camp started in August, I was attracted to him. He was cute, we had some things in common, and he was nice. I also liked the air of authority that he had in teaching the other students and myself. There were a few problems though. Like I said, he worked for the school. There was the age difference. He had some baggage. Oh, and this guy had a longtime girlfriend.
I was 18, but I was naïve. I had never been with a guy before, the farthest I had gone was when I held hands with my gay friend Angelo.
The guy, let's call him Bob, was just so nice to me. He gave me his number and added me on Facebook, but then again, he did that with everyone. We needed to stay in contact to make sure we were prepared for band activities.
But he talked to me more than he talked to anyone else. As the months passed, I looked forward to Mondays and Wednesdays when we would have band rehearsal. Finally, it was November, and we had been flirting on and off. Was it flirting? It couldn't be. He had to be professional with students, right?
I had also been flirting with this other guy, Larry. He was closer to my age, but kind of awkward. He didn't have the same sort of suave-ness that Bob had. But I knew Bob had a girlfriend, so when Larry admitted to having a crush on me, I told him I was interested in him too. Larry played the tuba and was in band with me.
That thanksgiving, the band was taking a bus trip to Disney to play a parade and then have fun in the parks. I was hoping I could sit next to one of the guys I liked on the trip.
I was able to sit next to Larry on the long 18 hour bus trip to the park. We held hands a bit, but directly across the aisle was Bob. Who was sitting by himself, trying to make conversation with me whenever possible.
Finally, we were in Florida, and Larry didn't want to go on rides. We had to stay in groups of at least three and with a chaperone, and Bob counted as a chaperone as he was staff. He wanted to go on the same rides I did, and so we spent the next three days in the park together.
After all our time talking, I ended up sitting with him on the way back to Pennsylvania for school. Spending that much time with him, in the park, and on the bus, really changed how I felt about him. I realized I liked him more. He was older, he was more mature. Larry was self-deprecating, he was awkward...the choice was obvious. I started to like Bob more.
The months went on, and Bob and I flirted and talked more, eventually seeing a school choir concert and secretly holding hands the whole time.
He told me he loved me, that he wanted to marry me when I was older.
I asked why he still had a girlfriend, he responded that he didn't know how to break it to her that he was in love with someone else. That they'd been together a while and he'd say it when we were official.
I wish I hadn't continued talking to him. But I was young, in high school, I was stupid. It wasn't fair to her. But he had the power to pass/fail me for classes, and I liked him...so our undercover relationship continued.
In January, after Christmas break, winter drumline started. We came up with a plan so that I would stay after practice ended for extra "tutoring". I was new to percussion, unlike everyone else, so he was trying to help teach me four-mallets at a time, teach me how to do a paradiddle, improve my bass drum skills. My parents sensed that something was going on, but they trusted that I'd make good choices.
One day, things were different. Instead of just cuddling during our "tutoring", when everyone was out of the band room and school for the night, he leaned closer to me. He put his hand on my side, and I shivered. It felt good. He rubbed his hand up and down my body, and then leaned closer to me. He put his mouth on mine- my first kiss- and I tried to kiss back as best I could. He was more experienced, he had had numerous girlfriends, but he kissed me hard. Our mouths moved in sync, and I liked the way it felt for him to hold me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and he started to move around in my mouth. I was getting more and more aroused, and he was too.
He pulled off my shirt, and then quickly took off my bra. I felt so exposed to be in the middle of the band room, my classroom, my school, half naked.
I tried to cover myself up, but he pulled my arms down.
