The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is the opening chapter to a short series based on a very flexible girl in the high school color guard and her college age instructor. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne
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Jacquline was the smartest girl in the color guard, and many thought the hottest. She certainly was the most flexible, able to fall instantly into a full split or bend into just about any position. Jacquline was also perfectly proportioned with shapely legs, curvy hips, perky breasts and a firm ass. Add to that a cute voice, beautiful eyes, and a gorgeous smile, Jacquline had the perfect package.
Aside from color guard, Jacquline's passion was for science. She was studying to be a veterinarian and always seemed to be learning when she wasn't tossing a flag or practicing dance routines.
Jacquline had dated guys, but like many high school relationships, hers had been pretty tame. Her boyfriends always wanted to take things further, and Jacquline knew it, but she was very focused on her grades and her college plans, so she tended to keep guys from going too far. Making out in the car or on the sofa was usually about as far as it went.
It was rumored that Jacquline was a great kisser and could do amazing things with her tongue. Recently, she had gotten hot and heavy several times with one particular boyfriend and had perfected her blowjob skills by giving him head every time she needed to cool him down at the end of a date.
The most Jacquline had ever let him do to her though, was touch her breasts one day after school when they were having a really hot kissing session in the color guard storage room. She had taken off her shirt, and a few minutes later, reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Her boyfriend was transfixed in anticipation as Jacquline glided the bra straps off of her shoulders. When he saw her perfect breasts for the first time, he nearly fainted, and Jacquline rolled her eyes.
"Good grief," Jacquline thought to herself, "high school boys are so immature. I need someone different."
Because she was so intelligent, all the high school guys just seemed too childish for Jacquline. She needed someone a little older and more experienced. Someone like...
...Jacquline's color guard instructor.
Her instructor wasn't a teacher employed by the school system. He was a college student who had been hired as staff by the music director to teach the flag girls their routines. Several years older than Jacquline, the instructor was much more what she was looking for in a guy: smart, creative, mature, and gorgeous.
What Jacquline didn't know however, was that he was just as interested in her. He had enjoyed watching Jacquline grow up over the past four years from a really cute freshman to a very hot senior. Now that Jacquline had turned eighteen, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her in all kinds of creative positions that the flexible flag girl could get into.
One day during an after school color guard practice, the girls were finishing the opening routine. Jacquline was doing rifle work during this section which ended with a toss. The instructor made sure Jacquline was placed near the front sideline so that it would be easy to watch her. For today's practice Jacquline was wearing a tight green t-shirt tucked into a small pair of light blue soffe shorts that she had rolled over several times to highlight her shapely legs and rear.
After a few times rehearsing the toss, the guard instructor walked over to Jacquline.
"Hey Jacs," he asked, "just how flexible are you?"
The question caught her off guard.
"How do you mean?"
He answered as if he had just thought of the idea. In reality, he had been planning to have her do this all along.
"As you catch the toss, I want you to fall immediately into a full split."
Jacquline raised her eyebrows.
"Are you serious?"
"Sure Jacs," he encouraged her, "you can do it. I've seen you fall into splits many times."
"Doing a split isn't the problem," she smiled slightly, "it's tossing and catching a five while I go down."
He just loved how Jacquline had said "go down". He was so horny for her that everything she said seemed naughty.
"Well if any flag girl can do it, you can," he said.
"Okay, I'll give it a try," Jacquline said as she went back to her position on the field.
The girls ran the opening routine once again. As we got to the final section, Jacquline tossed her rifle high. It rotated five times and then landed completely horizontal in her hands as she spread her legs wide and instantly fell hard into a perfect full split.
Jacquline smiled up at the instructor for approval.
"How was that?" she asked.
The instructor's cock was as hard as the rifle in Jacquline's hands.
"Wow, that was amazing," he said, very impressed, "you made that look so easy."
Jacquline cocked her head to one side and smiled cutely, "well, I am very flexible."
"I'll say," he said, starting to wonder if Jacquline was actually flirting with him. Playing it off for now, he turned to the rest of the guard.
"Let's run it again, girls."
For the rest of the rehearsal, the guard instructor kept intentionally running the end of that routine over and over to enjoy watching Jacquline fall into full splits again and again. It was a huge turn on for him as the hot, flexible flag girl became his personal eye candy. He made Jacquline spread her legs wide so many times that he felt like he could come just watching her.
Every now and then after a great catch, Jacquline would smile and give a little wink to her instructor followed by an occasional "come hither" look. Every time she teased him it made his cock twitch. Jacquline knew he was making her do this on purpose so he could get off on watching her do splits over and over. The thought of being objectified in this way was kind of a turn on for Jacquline. There was a slightly submissive element to being told what positions to get into and Jacquline found she rather enjoyed it.
It didn't help either that every time Jacquline fell into her splits, her panties were riding up her tight little ass and gripping her pussy. A few times, her instructor even saw Jacquline discretely place the head of her rifle between her legs and grind it up against her pussy, rolling her hips in tiny circles as the horny flag girl humped her own color guard equipment.
