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"Tuesday night again. Time for another band practice", I thought to myself as I ate supper. You see, I'm a member of a community band that I joined a few years ago after leaving high school. I figured it would be a good way to keep up with the music that had been such a big part of my life at school. I also thought it might help me find a girlfriend, though I'd never had any luck meeting girls in any of the other groups I'd been in before. But you never know; your luck has to change sometime. There were quite a few attractive females in the band, but there was always a problem. Usually, they were either married or were 16-year-old high school students. Not exactly what I had in mind. Some of them were fun to flirt with, but that's as far as it could go. There was one notable exception, though. Her name was Heidi. She was 21, which is about the age I was at the time. Tall and attractive, she had one of the loveliest pairs of breasts I've ever seen. I'd thought about those big, firm breasts so many times, wanting to hold them, suck on them ... but for some reason, I'd always had the impression that she was in the band just to play music. She rarely joined in the social activities, including the group of us who went out to a bar afterwards. In fact, the only thing I could recall her having done with us was the pool party one summer. I must say, though, that if she was only going to be at one, that's the one since it featured her in a bathing suit ...
That night, she was wearing a rather short skirt, exposing her long legs, and a fairly tight sweater. The combination had quite an effect on me, especially when she stretched her arms out above her head, arched her back and yawned ... my eyes nearly popped out of my head! If only I could get her interested in me, I thought to myself. But she'll probably go home right after the rehearsal as usual, with a polite good-bye to everyone. So I was rather surprised when she asked me if we were going out after band. I replied "Of course! You coming tonight?"
She said, "Sure! It sounds more interesting than going home and watching TV." I made sure that we walked a little behind the rest of the group on the way to the bar. We didn't really talk about much, but at least she was walking with me and talking to me, and I had a feeling I might finally be getting somewhere with her.
Usually the group's conversations work in small, constantly shifting groups as each person joins in the neighbouring conversation they find the most interesting. I imagine that night was probably no different, but I didn't notice. I was too busy talking with Heidi. Looking at her eyes. Buying her drinks. Sneaking a peek at the shapes in her sweater whenever I got a chance. But the most interesting thing was that she was giving me lots of hints that she liked me, and she'd never done that before