The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. I suggest reading Part 1 first for maximum enjoyment. 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 2 - STEALING SAMANTHA
Competition day was always a fun Saturday for Samantha Frost. For the past several years, she had been twirling and tossing flags in the Sunny Park Early College color guard. Now, as an eighteen year-old senior, Samantha was only a few months away from finishing her final season as a high school flag girl.
The best part of the competition days were after the performance when everyone could relax with friends while watching other bands, grabbing something to eat, or just hang out. The guard captain, Renee, had to stay in uniform for the awards presentation, but the rest of the girls could change back into regular clothes if they liked.
The new guard uniforms for Sunny Park this year were really sexy, consisting of a one piece dance outfit made of black lycra and silver sequin trim with a very short fly away skirt and a tight fitting top. The look had been EXTREMELY popular with the guys in the school, and the girls really enjoyed looking both hot and badass at the same time.
Samantha had a great figure for the outfit as well. Her breasts were full and very perky. Her ass had great curves and looked amazing in the tight jeans she liked to wear often. What really made Samantha stand out though, were her gorgeous shapely legs that looked amazing in the short uniform skirt. She would easily turn heads at school wearing a mini-skirt and heels, and she could rock a pair of tight white shorts. Add a cute smile and absolutely gorgeous silky brunette hair that came down to her shoulders, and you had a flag girl that every guy in the school wanted to fuck.
Samantha was dating a guy at the time, but he was a bit full of himself and often didn't make Samantha a priority. The naive Samantha simply thought that all guys were like that, so she tended to just put up with it.
After the performance that day, Samantha was eager to change out of her guard outfit and put on some regular clothes. After everyone had packed away their equipment and headed back towards the stadium, Samantha remained behind, grabbed the backpack with her clothes in it and hopped back onto the empty bus.
Placing her backpack on her seat, Samantha stood in the isle and unzipped her bag. She had changed clothes on the bus before, and just tried to be as quick and discreet as possible. Taking out her tiny white shorts and t-shirt, Samantha set them down and began peeling off her guard uniform.
Samantha had pushed her outfit off her shoulders and pulled her hands out of the long silver sequin sleeves, exposing her beautifully tanned upper body down to just above her breasts.
She was about to push the entire uniform off of her full rack and down her legs when she realized she wasn't alone.
"OH!" Samantha yelped in surprise, her heart racing as she noticed a guy she didn't recognize watching her from the back of the bus.
"Don't stop," the stranger commented dryly, "it was just getting interesting."
"Ohmygod!" Samantha quickly turned around and put her arms back in the sleeves of her outfit, "what the heck are you doing?!?"
"Waiting for you, actually," he replied calmly.
Samantha whipped around to face her voyeur, placing her hands on her hips.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" she asked cooly.
When he stood up, Samantha actually took a step back. She didn't know this guy at all, but for some reason, there seemed to be an air of dominance to him that she was picking up on.
Samantha's mind tried to place him. He wasn't in the music program, but she thought she'd seen him at school somewhere. He had to be a senior at Sunny Park, but what was he doing here?
Samantha couldn't deny that he was gorgeous though. His beautiful face and dark eyes were captivating...his chest muscular...his hair perfect...
"Woah, snap out of it, girl," Samantha thought to herself as she realized that her mind was wandering into dangerous territory.
Walking towards her confidently, the guy seemed to look at Samantha as if he were already fucking her in his mind...
...which he was.
Samantha instinctively took another step back.
"Stay right there," she ordered.
It didn't stop him.
"I said 'stay back'!"
Samantha climbed onto the nearest seat, backing up on all fours against the side of the bus as she kept her eyes locked on him.
"Mmm, already on your knees I see," he raised an eyebrow, "you must do that often."
Samantha's mouth fell open.
"Did he really just say that to me?" she thought to herself.
"I...have a boyfriend," Samantha responded, somehow feeling like she needed to tell him.
"No you don't," he said as if it were common knowledge, "you have a guy who goes out with you from time to time."
Samantha straightened her upper body and put her hands on her hips.
"What's the difference?"
He smiled slightly at Samantha's naivety.
"The difference is that he isn't invested in you as a person, he just goes out with you because you'll suck his cock afterwards."
Samantha's mouth fell open in shock.
"Ohmygod, you're such a jerk."
"Tell me I'm wrong then," he folded his arms across his chest, "after every date, I'll wager you're on your knees in front of him bobbing your head back and forth with his dick in your mouth."
"Not EVERY date..." Samantha said defensively before she realized that she was admitting to having done it, "...I mean...not all the time...I mean...I'm not that kind of girl...I just do it sometimes...oh screw you!"
He smiled again at her admission.
"Let me put it this way," he continued, "has he ever made you come?"
"That's none of your business," Samantha crossed her arms in a huff.
"So that's a 'no' then," he answered for her.
Samantha was getting flustered with this jerk.
"It takes longer for girls!"
"Oh please," he rolled his eyes, "that just means he doesn't know what he's doing."
The color guard girl appeared to be stunned by this revelation.
"So what are you saying?" Samantha's voice was much softer.
"I'm saying I could make you come unbelievably hard right now," he said with undisguised arrogance.
"What?!?" Samantha's eyes widened, "no way! I'm not going to let you fuck me!"
"Who said anything about fucking?" he countered, "I could give you an orgasm from six feet away...my hands wouldn't touch your body...you can even keep your clothes on."
