Cheerleader Distraction Free Throw Novels & Stories

"That's nice, I'm happy you've found yourself a female friend." I chuckled and looked at her. "I play center." She shouted. "You should be a cheerleader, you don't look like someone who can throw a ball in a basket." Greg mocked her in a loud voice. "That was unfair." Jake retorted and we both chuckled. "How about we play a game? If I make ten free throws in a row, you'll let me play." She challenged him. "I accept your fucking challenge."

the crowd roared and cheered when my name was called. "Let the game begin," the host said. I was able to detect a glimmer of fear in my opponent's eyes, and I smirked evilly at him. Underneath those muscles, I'm guessing he's a soft teddy bear. He dashed towards me, ready to tackle me. I snatched his leg and threw him over. His head collided with the ground before his body, causing him to clutch his head and groan in agony. The first rule is to never show your vulnerability to others. And his flaw was fear.

One by one the cheerleaders tumble across the gym. Claire draws thunderous applause and cheers as she pulled off an effortless round-off in a backflip. "What a show off" I scorned silently… if there is anything Claire Gustavo is known for, that will be stealing the spotlight. I feel sick already just by looking at her. “Now that the cheer squad is done totally blowing our minds, let’s give it up for the Fothoman Tiger’s basketball ball team” Dylan announced. More cheer and applause erupts as a group of basketball players including Bay forms up in front of the podium. I was busy wishing evil on Claire that I didn't even realize when he left his seat.

That could wait till later. Then, she let out a deep breath and aimed for the hoop. As she has thrown the ball, my mouth dropped as it got in. "Wow! Damn, lucky!" I cheered as I clapped my hands at her. And, she's now down to the last shot that just made her screamed in disappointment as it didn't even touch the ring. A ringless shot. Nice!

I smile and walk to him, noticing Claire sitting with an annoyed expression. "Stand there," he says pointing at the free throw line. I nod and stand at the center of it. He throws me the ball and I catch it. He comes beside me and makes me hold my right hand under the ball and my left hand on the side of the ball. "Move your feet a little apart," he says. I nod moving my legs apart. "Enough. Now, keep your right foot slightly in front." I again nod and do as he says. "Your elbow should be pointed directly at the basket," He says again making me hold the ball properly. "Now, what you have to do is, bend your knees a little and push upward, then release the ball off your fingertips. Ready?"

Coach Vega ran the session alongside me without saying a word about what had just happened, which was either professional grace or the understanding that there was nothing useful to say about it, and either way I was grateful. Besides going to the club and becoming Scarlett, running cheerleading practice sessions help me destress. It always did. When everything else was loud and messy, the counts and the formations gave me something concrete to hold onto. Point, correct, reset, run it again. There was no room in that for anything else and I used every bit of it. By the last rotation the girls were sharp and the energy had lifted and I felt almost normal, or at least close enough to it that n

The crowd roared, cheering for their team. Without the cheerleaders performing today, the focus was entirely on the game, making every movement and every shot feel ten times more intense. Kade moved fast, dodging an opponent before launching the ball toward the hoop. The stadium seemed to hold its breath for a split second, then swish. The ball went through. Kade scored the first point of the game. I shot to my feet, cheering at the top of my lungs. “Yes! Go, Kade!” He glanced toward the stands, his gaze finding mine for the briefest second before he smirked and turned back to the game.

The do's and don'ts of the crew. “No phones are allowed during practice. Y'all must have flawless skin and always be punctual. Drink water and take a nap 24/7. Who the heck takes nap 24/7 in school?? I don't know much about the basketball team, but please, I don't want my cheerleaders having injuries." She drawled, glancing at my knee. For fuck's sake. I had this when I was a kid. I also need a personal assistant, and Jordan, you're up.

The short gold chain of my piercing swings around as I jump. Since I'm use to teasing the boys at the games, and any older men that are watching from the stands, I play it up for Frank and Shane. Next, I jump in the air, kicking one leg forward and the other back, landing in a split position with my arms reaching for the sky. When I do, my cheer briefs tear right through my crotch. I hesitate a few seconds, then do a summersault towards them. The fabric tears even more as I'm sure they both get an eye full of my clean shaven pussy.

Time like if it's going by faster. First Quarter Score; 4-12 We were losing. Second Quarter Score; 9-12 We are still losing. "It's halftime girls. Let's go." Coach tells us. We run to the field and get into our positions. Our remix of 16 Shots by Stefflon Don and Flawless by Beyoncé plays loud and clear. Our girls begin doing back handsprings with step outs and going crazy with our routine. We bring the whole deal on the field.