Cheerleader Drawing Novels & Stories

I told her sheepishly. "Oh?" Cher frowned in surprise. "Kai." Quinn called out and I turned around to see the four royals stepping towards me. "Uh, Kai? Who the heck are these hotties?" Cher demanded with a low whisper. I simply grinned at her. "Guys, meet the best cheerleader in the world, Cher. Cher, this is Drew, Quinn, Jacks and Dan."

Then I started my cheer. “F-U-C-K, that's what we should do today!” I cheered. “You are too cute, you freaking rock! I want to feel that giant cock! W-E-T, that is what you do to me! You got me moist, that's pretty hot! I want your dick in my pink twat! So Jace, put that meat inside my pie! This cheerleader, she ain't no tease! I want that cock in my pussy! S-E-X-Y, that's...”

There were only a small number of them entering this secret campus and maybe two looked like football players. A girl nudged her elbow and sat down next to her. “Hey there, my name’s Vanessa, I’m co-leader of the cheerleaders of the Lions, you look like what we’re looking for?” Quinn pursed her lips together looking over the bleached blond in her short flared skirt and tight blouse with a judging glare. “Ah…no offense but…” “You look like the type…” Vanessa rudely interrupted Quinn’s rejection. “Are you a dancer or something?”

Leo turned his drawing board to reveal a drawing of a calm lake. Daniela and the remaining three applauded him. Rocco showed his drawing next, which was a messy combination of red and black. They still applauded him. Alessio turned his drawing board. His drew a picture of four small boys running in a field. He was applauded. Killian turned to Matteo, the ring leader. “Your turn.” Matteo smiled and turned his drawing board. Killian rolled his eyes. As expected. Matteo drew a picture of a woman in a wedding dress, holding hands with four small boys in suits, and beside them was a stick figure of a man who looked like no effort was put into drawing him.

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."

The stands were a sea of red and gold, parents, students, and alumni screaming as the Ridgefield Ravens fought tooth and nail against their rivals, the Westfield Wolves. At the center of it all, leading the cheer squad with flawless energy, was Emily Harper, the golden girl of the school. Eighteen, head cheerleader, straight-A student, and the picture of wholesome perfection. Her long blonde ponytail bounced with every jump, her tight red-and-gold uniform hugging her toned athletic body: perky C-cup breasts straining against the crop top, a flat stomach flashing with every flip, and a short pleated skirt that barely covered her firm, round ass. Her long legs were sculpted from years of pract

Her friend Alexa asked. " What makes you think you're qualified to be the cheer captain?" I asked and she scoffed. " Because I'm better than you, and prettier than you, sucker." Cheryl said. I laugh and look at the other cheerleaders. " Let's beat it." I said and played the song again. Cheryl smiled and dropped her bag. She flipped her hair and wiggle her waist to Beyoncès * Single ladies*. She clapped her hands in the air and danced to the song. I was frustrated. I stopped the song after her beautiful performance.

Cassie listened the black out pummeling of drums and at that point saw a stream of boys and young ladies dressed in booming ruddy and yellow outfits, their school colors. Cassie was starting to have an thought around what was happening when a run of cheerleaders gushed into the corridor, doing trapeze artistry down the walkway to the beat of the drums. Cassie stood, dumbstruck, observing the streak of adolescents rolling down the walkway with their trumpets and woodwinds ringing in the discuss. The cheerleaders did a couple of backflips, landing in the parts, and at that point held their hands as the highlight coasted back to the entrance of the gymnasium.

The spiral is so clean, accurate, and beautiful, that Coach nods approvingly while Alex lets out a whistle. “Okay, damn.” A proud smile pulls at my lips before I can stop it. Without thinking, I lower my gaze to my sketchbook and start adding another drawing of Tyler to the collection I have in it. I sketch the lines that come naturally to me now, shading the sharp slope of his shoulders beneath his practice shirt. I make sure to capture the look of concentration on his face and the way he plants his feet before every throw. Tyler in motion has always been art. I’m halfway through sketching the curve of his jaw when his head suddenly snaps upward toward the bleachers.

She asks as she rubs her temples and paces in front of me I've never seen her this stressed before. "What do they need help with?" I ask "Their flips, landings, posture" she says as she taps her fingers to list out the problems "Can I see them rehearse it and make corrections from there?" I ask since I can't agree nor disagree with her since I haven't seen the routine yet "Whatever" she says as she leads me back towards the group of tense cheerleaders "You guys need to relax. Tensing causes hesitation and you can't hesitate during this routine or it'll look unprofessional" I say as I stop in front of the girls