1 Baton, 5 Choir Girls - Sex Stories

1 Baton, 5 Choir Girls

“Well, that’s it,” Kristen said, sighing in a rather annoyed way. “We’re officially locked in.” The other girls sighed and plopped down on the various couches of the music building break room. I tried my cell phone one more time, only to discover that it still had no signal. “You still don’t have a signal, Krista?” I asked the lone girl who had a phone. Unfortunately, she had the same service provider as me so she only shook her head. “Who would make a building that locks people IN during a power outage?” the other Krista asked, giggling. “You’d think that it would be against fire code or something.” “The same people who made a building with no elevators,” I replied. With a sigh, I sat down on the floor where I’d been a few minutes earlier. The emergency lights cast the surroundings in an eerie glow, enhanced by the howling of the wind outside. We’d all come down into the basement of the music building after our concert and still wore our formal outfits, the five girls in identical black dresses and I in a tux. For some reason I’d always gotten along better with girls than guys, so I’d been hanging around three of these girls (the two Kristas and Kirsten) ever since the beginning of my freshman year. Due to various circumstances, I hadn’t had a chance to begin college until I was 24, but none of the girls around me had the same problem. They were all 18. In spite of the fact that I was engaged, I’m sure that the fact that these girls were absolutely adorable had something to ...

... do with me hanging out with them. Emily also hung around with us sometimes, but Hally (the final girl there) only had some classes with us. She’d come down simply to get some late night cramming done, while the rest of us had come down to hang out and play a game. Now Hally looked rather angry. “Well, I guess if the lights were a little brighter this wouldn’t be bad, but how am I supposed study in this?” She threw a book onto the floor and put her head in her hands. “I’m so going to fail music theory.” “At least we can keep playing until the power comes back on. This will just make it harder!” Krista S. said. “Always the optimist,” Emily said, laughing and sitting on the floor next to me. The others, except Hally, did the same thing, arranging themselves in a circle. Emily was the tallest of the girls by far, taller even than me, and had the fullest chest. Instead of flaunting this feature, she seemed either insecure or embarrassed by it and usually wore relatively baggy clothing. Of course, her dress didn’t allow this, and her breasts, about size D I’d guess, stuck out proudly. She didn’t seem nearly as self-conscious when she was just “with the girls” as she normally did. I think she sometimes forgot I wasn’t one of “the girls.” She had dark, long hair and almost chiseled features that might make her look hawkish in the future, but gave her an exotic look at the end of her childhood. “Oh, I guess I was next, wasn’t I?” Kristen said, jumping up and standing in the middle of ...