The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy.
NOTE TO THE READER
This series deals with a particularly strong and slightly unusual fantasy of mine, color guard girls. For those who don't know, the color guard is the group of girls in a marching band or professional drum and bugle corps that spin and toss equipment such as flags, rifles, and sabres, as well as performing dance routines of all kinds. The girls are usually very attractive, talented, tanned, toned, flexible, and enjoy performing for a crowd, usually in form fitting outfits.
Why are color guard girls a fantasy of mine?
Because I was one.
I was in my high school color guard for four years and then after graduation performed with one of the professional touring drum and bugle corps for three seasons.
Color guard girls really get to know each other well during a tour, and some of the ones I performed with are still close friends of mine today. Because I'm bi, it didn't take long for me to develop some very strong color guard fantasies.
So, if you are turned on by what sexy things color guard girls do in my fantasy world then please enjoy this series and my other stories that are tagged with the words "color guard" and "flag girl" If it isn't your thing, that's totally okay. You can always enjoy my many other stories.
-xoxo Daphne
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PART 3 - CHAINING CHASIDY
Spirit week was always fun at Sunny Park Early College. Unlike most schools where much of the student body tended to be apathetic towards the planned events, the students at SPEC really got into the fun. One of the week's highlights took place on Friday when classes ended at noon and the entire student parking lot was turned into a pavilion with all kinds of games, rides, food stands, and other side shows. Between the end of classes and the football game that night, everyone just stayed after school and had a great time at the student carnival.
Color guard girl, Chasidy Grace was standing behind a curtain checking the fit of her new light blue bikini she had just purchased the day before.
"It doesn't show too much does it?" Chasidy asked her bestie and fellow color guard member, Samantha Frost.
"Like that matters to you?" Samantha smiled, helping to adjust Chasidy's top.
"No," Chasidy conceded, "but if any administrators wandering around saw me in something too revealing, I'd get busted for sure. I don't even know why we do this every year anyway."
"Now Chas," Samantha handed her friend a white t-shirt, "you know very well that the 'Dunk a Flag Girl' water tank is always a big hit at the carnival, and it makes us a lot of money for the season."
"Yeah whatever," she said with undisguised apathy as she put the white t-shirt on over her head, "let's get this over with."
Stepping out from behind the curtain to an applauding crowd of students, Chasidy hopped up the steps and got into the dunk tank, sitting herself on the collapsible seat.
A few guys in the crowd whistled at Chasidy, who was known as the "wild girl" of the color guard. As she tossed her hair back and looked out into the audience, her flirty golden blonde hair and toned shapely legs made everyone's head turn. The blue in her bikini showed prominently through the thin white shirt, drawing just as much attention to her rack.
From the look of the audience, it seemed that most of the students there were from the geek crowd, many of them band students who would always secretly fantasize about the flag girls they performed alongside every week.
"This is going to be exciting," Chasidy said to herself with bored sarcasm.
"Hi Chas!" the first thrower waved at her, "you look really hot!"
"Get on with it," she called out.
The toss missed by a mile, and Chasidy rolled her eyes.
"Oh please," she sighed before yelling out into the crowd, "HEY CAN WE GET A REAL MAN UP HERE?"
Some laughter followed as the first thrower shrugged and made way for the second.
Another miss.
Chasidy did an obvious facepalm.
"Lets go you dorks!" Chasidy's sassy sarcastic side came out as a third thrower picked up a ball, "one of your fantasy girls is right here and you can't even hit a lousy target to watch her get wet."
The third ball missed completely and banged against the outside of the booth.
"Oh for fuck's sake," Chasidy said with extreme frustration, "do you guys need more incentive or something?"
A fourth ball missed.
"Fine!" Chasidy reached up into her shirt, arching her back and thrusting her impressive rack forward as she quickly untied her bikini top, pulling it out her sleeve and tossing it aside.
"How about my tits!" Chasidy cupped her breasts through her thin white t-shirt and bounced them up and down, "any of you fuckers want to see my tits!?!?"
After some whistles and clapping, a host of students lined up to try and dunk the sassy flag girl. As three more balls missed, Chasidy just sat on the bench looking both bored and annoyed.
But then, the blonde flag girl caught sight of the next thrower.
It wasn't a band student. Chasidy wasn't quite sure who he was, but he looked so amazing that her pussy tingled as soon as she saw him.
Tall, fit, dark eyes, great hair...he had everything, including her undivided attention. Chasidy knew right away that she would let him fuck her without a second thought.
Walking up to the booth, the mysterious guy began to talk to Chasidy as if they were the only ones there.
"Hello Chasidy," he said.
"Um, hi," she replied not knowing his name. Four some reason, she actually felt like her breasts were on display for him in a way they hadn't been with the geek crowd.
"You've got some really great tits," he said making no secret of looking her over.
Chasidy tilted her head to one side and flashed the flirty smile she always used to seduce guys.
"Well, hit the target and you'll get to see them."
He smiled slightly.
"What else do I get?"
"What else do you want?" Chasidy knew where this was going, but she played along, it was always more fun that way.
Having been in similar "sexual bargaining" situations before, Chasidy knew he was about to suggest fucking her for hitting the target. All the guys in the school wanted to fuck her, and that made it easy for her to pick and choose.
This one was a no brainer though. She would have fucked him even if he missed the target twenty times.
His response, however, wasn't what she expected.
"You're going to swallow my dick," he answered, "up on the roof of the press box where you usually take guys to fuck them."
Chasidy did a double take when she heard the words. How did he know where she took guys for a quick fuck? More importantly, why didn't he want to fuck her?
"You don't want to fuck me?" Chasidy couldn't believe she was asking the question.
"Frankly no," he said with disinterest, "I doubt you could even handle me, much less impress me."
Chasidy's mouth fell open in shock.
"Fuck you!" she fired back, "you arrogant conceited bastard! Go ahead and throw that ball! I'll give you one shot to dunk me. You won't even come close and I'll be laughing my ass off!"
With only a slight smile, he turned and went back behind the throwing line.
Chasidy had never been more furious, firing lasers from her eyes at this jerk as she straightened her posture on the seat, staring him down the entire time.
With unbelievable confidence, he smiled slightly at her, and made his throw.
Chasidy moistened her lips nervously as the ball left his hand and soared through the air with amazing speed.
(Ding!)
(Splash!)
Chasidy felt the seat collapse beneath her. With a girly yelp, the blonde flag girl fell immediately into the extremely cold water, her entire body submerged.
"FUCK! THAT'S COLD!" Chasidy came up and quickly jumped out of the water, exiting the booth completely soaked while ignoring the applauding crowd. As she hopped down the stairs to the ground she ran directly into him.
"OH!" Chasidy yelped in surprise, looking up at the stranger.
The blonde flag girl's hair was completely soaked, water dripping everywhere. To her complete embarrassment, her white t-shirt was now totally transparent, putting her large tits on full display as her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing, her nipples pert from the cold water and leaving nothing to the imagination.
Chasidy looked down at her soaked breasts and then back up at him.
"Happy?" the blonde's sarcasm was obvious.
"Very," he gently placed his hand under her wet chin, "I'll see you in an hour on the roof of the press box...wear your uniform and bring your guard bag."
Chasidy nodded and then timidly said the two words she had never EVER said to a guy before...
"...yes sir."
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Chasidy walked through the empty stadium bleachers in her flag girl uniform and carrying her color guard equipment bag. It was still several hours before the game so no one else was around. It was a time frame that Chasidy was familiar with, having snuck into the stadium and climbed the ladder to the roof of the press box many times.
It was her favorite place to fuck.
Being the highest point of the school, no one from below could see who was on the roof of the press box unless they were actually on it themselves, and yet it was open enough that it felt like you were fucking in public, especially if there were other students wandering around campus below.
It was a wild thing to do...
...and that was Chasidy in a nutshell.
This time, however, she wasn't there to get her pussy pounded. She had been pretty much ordered by this unknown guy at the carnival dunk tank to meet him on the roof and suck his cock.
She couldn't believe she was actually going to do it. Sucking a dick wasn't the problem, she did that all the time. It was the arrogance of this guy and his total disinterest in fucking her that was playing with her mind.
For some reason, it made her want him more.
"What an ass," she said to herself as she carefully climbed the ladder from the press box up to the roof, the mild breeze blowing her short skirt up and revealing those wonderful shapely legs to absolutely no one in the empty stadium below.
