Cheerleader Belly Button Novels & Stories

She rolls her bottom lip, slowly standing up, looking down on me with a superiority complex. The water is growing cold on my body, turning my lips pale. One of the athletes steps forward and clicks my picture with a camera. My body is going numb, losing posture in the water. “Come out, Hailey Randle.” Myla commands. The crowd starts chanting the words. “COME OUT.” “COME OUT OF THE WATER.” “COME OUT.” A cheerleader steps forward and pours her drink on my hair. She then goes back to Kelly's side and chuckles.

Her short cheer skirt flew up when she jumped and she knew he could see her panty-covered ass. State was ahead when one of their guards stole the ball, raced the length of the court and dunked in front of Sienna. She and the other cheerleaders jumped up and started cheering. Sienna was kicking her leg high and turned around so Ethan could see the crotch of her cheer panties. She knew there was a growing wet spot on them and hoped he could see it.

The glitter on her nails catches the gym lights, mocking me with every shimmer. I don’t breathe, I don’t blink , I don’t move either.My soul steps out of my body, packs a small bag, and threatens to walk toward the nearest exit. She finally lowers her hands, tosses her hair like she’s closing a runway show, and pushes the door open with a dramatic swing. The thud echoes across the room, carving tension deep into the walls. Nobody says anything for a moment. It's as if the entire building went offline. The other cheerleaders stare at the door like she might burst back in and continue the violence she started.

She’s on the edge of her seat, worried about the match. The mascot appears on the court followed by the cheerleaders who position themselves to prepare a dance number. Halsey can see Daisy and Lydia in the center, basking in the glory. “One!” Daisy counts. “Two! Three!” The music booms through the speakers and the cheerleaders begin to dance. Everyone cheers for them. Lydia somersaults through the court and performs the perfect split to conclude the routine, enjoying the attention. Halsey’s mind isn’t into it and she’s only nervous about the match.

The hair on the back of Bradley Wellington’s neck stood to attention as an arc of lightening shot down his spine. He stiffened at the same time shocked gasps and a cacophony of low murmurs erupted like a wildfire in the huge gymnasium. He turned his attention away from Jessica Hartman, one of the cheerleaders he’d known while he was the quarterback of Bayside’s football team, and scanned the room, searching for the source of all the commotion, although something in his gut told him what, or rather who was now at the center of everyone’s attention.

Starving. She slipped away from her cheering squad with a quick excuse about congratulating the team. No one questioned the head cheerleader. Her short pleated skirt swished against her ass as she hurried through the tunnel toward the boys’ locker room, her perky tits bouncing with every eager step. By the time she pushed open the heavy door, the air was thick with the scent of sweat, victory, and raw male energy.

To relieve myself with this… stunning photo. I scrolled, not wanting to fall deeper into the temptation. The third message was a video. She was fully dressed this time. Wearing a faded denim shirt, the front zipper runs down the center, allowing the neckline to be adjusted. I found it interesting because the zipper went in the opposite direction from a normal one. Starting from the top, rather than the bottom. Cherry had it riding up so it revealed her belly button and stomach, but kept her breasts hidden. There were no sleeves, and it had a high collar that was wrapped around her neck.

stood outside the gym doors, my application form clutched so tightly in my hands that the paper was starting to crumple at the edges. Through the small window, I could see them—the cheerleading squad in all their coordinated glory. They moved in perfect synchronization, their uniforms bright and crisp, ponytails bouncing as they executed flips and formations with practiced ease. "Five, six, seven, eight!" Allison's voice rang out sharp and commanding. "From the top! And this time, Madison, actually point your toes. We're not doing modern dance here."

She handles herself magnificently. "Hi guys." Danae says, coyly. "I'm Danae." She's wearing a sexy cheerleader outfit that makes the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders look dull. Her top is similar to theirs, tied together between her tits, covering her arms and leaving her entire torso bare. Instead of shorts, she's wearing a micro mini skirt, with nothing under it. Whoops and hollers fill the locker room, as the guys take in her bouncing tits and her bare ass, as she twirls once around for them.

Hazel said, walking away to her class while I walked to mine, which was at the end of the hallway. When I got to the door, I took a huge breath. I looked to my right to see the twins and a couple of people in the room all geared up to fencing. They looked at me, and I ignored them, walking into the room in front of me, where the cheerleaders were at. As I walked into the room, I saw a group of cheerleaders dressed in purple skirts and tank tops perfecting their moves while Fae stood at the center, commanding them. She blew a whistle, causing the girls to break formation.