*My description: 21F white with medium brown hair with natural blonde highlights, 5’8” with long legs, pretty slim (about 120-125 pounds), 36C cup, not much of a butt but enough for a small handful and decent to look at* And part one is mostly backstory. Not much spice in this one.
Ok so this story begins freshman year of college. All names are fake. I was 18. I was in color guard, and there was this VERY cute drum line guy, “Noah” (18 like me at the time). I always had a thing for band guys, their legs are amazing. And they can be *very* precise. All that fingering on their instruments. I definitely recommend. But I always had more of a thing specifically for drum line guys. I couldn’t tell you why.
Color guard and drum line always start band camp the week or two before the rest of the band shows up, so the drum line and guard get a bit more interaction early on. I noticed Noah first, and three other cute drum line guys “Travis” (who was 21 at the time and that’s a story for another post) and “Aaron” (20) who I did go on a date with but he was too shy and nothing happened with him, and finally, “Sam” where all we did was flirt for a few years.