Novel & Cerita Cheerleader Belly Button

I moaned, sliding my cunt slowly up his cock, "I think we need the others." Coach Morgan put her whistle in her mouth and blew. The shrill note echoed through the room. I glanced at the doors and smiled as the other cheerleaders entered naked. Mercedes, Pita, and Alexandra all strutted nude into the room, their boobs jiggling. They were each gorgeous.

She feels her cheeks blushed when a group of boys clapped at her and whistled complimenting her outfit. Because it is cheerleading, they require every contestant to wear shorts and crop-tops the reason why her belly button is visible for anyone right now. She can’t deny the fact that she is one of the sexiest applicants since her figure is too mature for her age. Her crop-top is a bit short for her emphasizing her breast. Every time that she will do a stunt her breast will also bounce causing the crowd to whistle especially the boys. “ Okay! You’re qualified! See me next week at the office for the other information about the team!”

Isabella scoffed, packing her makeup in her kit and angrily leaving the restroom. "She's just paranoid," Gloria rolled her eyes, and they all followed her. •••••••••••••• CHEER FIELD••••• The cheerleaders danced in rhythm with their pom-poms while chanting Briar's usual victory song. A woman, dressed as a stud, sat on a bench and watched them. "Coach Naomi, sorry I'm late. The electricity in the female restroom was bad, and my straightener was not working perfectly," Isabella walked in, dressed as a cheerleader with her crop shirt, flare skirt, canvas, and long socks.

The warm water helped settle the jittery feeling in my stomach, though I wasn't sure if the nerves were for the game or for the guy picking me up in an hour. When I finished, I dressed quickly. I chose a white crop top that hit just above my waist, paired with dark leggings and a faded denim jacket to keep the evening chill at bay. I packed my cheerleader uniform carefully into my duffel bag, making sure the pleats wouldn't wrinkle, and pulled my hair back into a high, tight ponytail. I was finishing up, double-checking that I had my pom-poms and my water bottle, when the doorbell rang.

Chloe leaned against the partition, her cheerleading backpack slung over one shoulder, ballet warm‑ups already zipped half‑way down. She nodded at the venue entrance, then back at me, tone sweet but edged like broken ribbon. “Word’s spreading fast about your ‘bodyguard’ — Miles hovering at every door, carrying your bags, looking ready to fight anyone who breathes too loud. Judges notice that kind of distraction, you know. They’re scoring the performance, not the entourage.” Before I could reply, her phone buzzed loud against her hip. She glanced at the screen, swore under her breath, and waved a dismissive hand.

Hunched over his bed with notebooks and highlighters everywhere while the discovery channel is playing on the tv as background noise. How is this the same person with the little silver belly button ring that Andre hasn’t gotten out of his mind and washboard abs it decorates? Fucking , fuckk!

I inquire as he reaches for my shirt. Glancing down, I notice the tooth necklace is gone. I gently move his hand and fix it back. "Nothing, just something of Azura's," I reply. He reaches into his jeans pocket. We both stand in silence until someone calls, "Come on!" "I'm—" "I'm getting something stronger!" I swiftly think of a reason to evade a keg stand. "There she is!" Ahren dashes toward a group of boys, laughing. One of the cheerleaders performs a backflip off the keg, earning cheers from the crowd.

I squeezed his hand and gave him a sympathetic look. "You okay?" I asked him. "This is the first time you won't be playing, right?" He sighs and opens his eyes. "Doesn't matter. How about you? This will be your first time not wearing a mini skirt and have guys try to look under your skirt with their goggles." I gave him a face. "Yeah. I'm fine." And I really am. I stared at the cheerleaders on the field, Haylee guiding them as they made their way in front of the stands. With all the commotion going around, I could only notice one thing.

Yeah, no. Before I could turn the other way, she grabbed my hand and tugged me forward. I couldn't protest because it would be a waste of time. "Hey, it's Zayne," work on your whispering, girls. Or maybe I just had quite a hearing. I sighed when the cheerleaders did what most teenage girls would. They pump up their chests and pull their top down to expose their tits. Irritating.