“Yo, I think we actually did okay out there, man,” I said to my friend Paul after performing at our state choral competition.“You think? I mean, the Sopranos are going to soprano. Bitches.” Paul said.“You right about that, bro. They’re shady as hell, man. All we can do is do our job. I got to change.” I said, walking away.Besides my passion for writing, I sang in the choir for two years in high school. Also, I sang in college briefly as well. I was walking to the nearest open changing room to change back into my regular clothes in my tuxedo when I see an open door. What I saw after that would change the way I looked at her (and other females) forever.“Chad!” Kiki said, half naked. She was topless. Her bra wasn’t strapped.“Oh, my God,” I said out of reflex. I quickly turned around after seeing her huge breasts and left.I bet you’re wondering, how did we get to this point? Good question. Yakacık escort bayan My first year in the choir was in the year 2008. I always loved music. I liked to sing. I am no angel though. My singing voice now can best have described as a Linkin Park-like voice. My best friend was in the choir.Plus, it was an easy A. I asked myself, how hard could it be? I got put in Varsity Choir my first year. So, I had to learn quickly. Thankfully, my best friend taught me almost everything I know. Myself, along with Paul sang in the bass section.Also in the choir was Kiki, an alto with a quiet, chill demeanor. We wouldn’t know much about each other… yet. But we were cool. I also had a few other classes with her in my two years there. Later, I would know that my friend had a thing for Kiki. .oOo. “Wait, Kiki? You’d fuck Kiki? Really?” I said, surprised.“I Escort Atalar got a thing for bigger women, okay? Her titties are always borderline busting out of her shirt!” He admitted.I chuckled. I didn’t judge. Kiki was a bit on the curvy side, quite frankly. I never thought of her like that.“Hey, they need loving too,” I said, shrugging. We felt playful slaps on the back of my heads. It was Kiki. I looked at her.“What y’all talking about?” She said.“Nothing. Why?” I said back.“Mmm-hmm.” She said, walking away.“What? Why you being like that?” I said, with my hands up.“Still would fuck her lights out,” Paul said, passively. .oOo. As time went on, Kiki and I became friends. I had little to no sexual interest at all in her back then. I’m not one to say, “She’s not my type,” but my friend was interested. Besides, I was interested in someone else anyway…“Hey, Kadıköy escort Chad.” I felt a feminine touch around my neck.“What’s up, Megan?” I said, smiling. She smiled back.“Oh. You like her. Chad…” Kiki said.“What? Can’t a brother be friendly?” I said, jokingly.Megan was a soprano and a year under me. Megan was pretty with a beautiful voice. She was different from them. The sopranos were ironically the worst section: Petty, vindictive, and not taking things seriously. Megan would soon be the reason why I have a disdain for them.“Nah, you can. I just know the truth. I see it in your eyes.” She said. .oOo. At this time, we were getting ready for our state choral competition. Which meant, things got really intense at times in my first year. However, even though I hated being the rookie, I learned a lot of things that year. When the day came to perform, I felt no nervousness. When we sat in that auditorium, watching and waiting for our time, I heard this:“Wake me up.”Kiki rested her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. I looked at her. She looked cute when she was asleep. A few minutes later, it was time to do what we do best. I gently touched her, which woke her up.