Cheerleader Lip Slips Novels & Stories

Why the hell wasn't she listening to me? "I don't care about my fucking later years, Colby! I care about my present. You want to know something? When I was still overweight, I applied for cheerleading back in high school. Do you know what they told me? I'm fat! I'm fucking fat, and I won't be able to fit into their crop tops. They also said, 'How would I jump? How would they even lift me for the routines?' That was when I lost it and promised to come back better. And yeah, I did. I mean, look at me. I'm not only a cheerleader at Boston, but I'm also the damn captain of the cheerleading team! I need to be careful with my body now, or they'll all laugh at me and kick me off the team."

Detention. I suppose it could have been worse, though. I could have been made to apologize to Marie, although I was far from sorry. It was, in fact, a moment I would cherish until my dying day – seeing her face go all pink and blotchy as she looked down at her ruined cheerleader outfit (why on earth do cheerleaders seem to hang around in their uniforms?) and shriek like a banshee until one of her minions tried to clean the spaghetti and sauce from the fabric with a napkin. She had slapped the minion away and made the poor girl cry, but what did that matter to Marie?

She walked to stand under the hand dryer to dry her hair after, surprised it was still working even though people rarely used this bathroom. She got rid of her white jeans and then she started to get into the cheerleading uniform. It was a white, red, and black uniform and the color was great against her skin, but the material wasn’t the problem, it was how skimpy it looked. The top had a long sleeve sleeves and the front was cut in a round neckline, but it molded way to perfect against her cheat area. The skirt was way too short, stopping way up above her knee. It was in between her mid-thigh and upper thigh. She turned to look at herself in the mirror and then she shook her head. This woul

The woman with the scarf took it off and it was Lakisha Wright and Anna Dublin. I gasps almost audible and turn back to James with my mouth hanging in the air. "That---that's---th---" "Shush... they're gonna kick us out if you act like you're fan. They'd think you're from the media" he said, placing his hand over my mouth. He slowly removed them when I took a hold of myself. "Sorry...ermmm.. about your lipstick" he said. "That's Lakisha Wright and Anna Dublin, aren't they in a feud? It's been all over pop news & gossip." I whispered. "They don't look like they hate each other."

having cheer routines? Which is why we have a very special set of cheer leaders today.” She followed my gaze and her jaw nearly touched the floor. She looked from me to there, and from there to me. “B, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” She asked, in a mix of words and laughter. I also couldn’t help betraying a chuckle as I took in the sight, again. Kevin was doing some weird whine which looked more like a belly Dance, with Bryce doing some hip shake-ish thing, and Hawk was doing some really…interesting twists with AdHollandn. And Cole and Jack were doing…god, I didn’t even know what that was. And all of them had their pompoms and cheer outfits on. “Wow!” Juliette said, still laughing. “I

tongue swirling around the head, spit everywhere, tears smearing her mascara from the deepthroating. “Fuck, that’s good,” Jax grunted. He finally gripped her ponytail tighter and started thrusting up into her throat with more force. “Swallow it all, baby.” With a low groan, he came. The cheerleader’s throat worked visibly as she swallowed every thick rope, some leaking from the corners of her mouth and dripping onto her top. She stayed on her knees until he was finished, then pulled off with a wet pop, licking her lips clean. A string of cum and spit still connected her swollen mouth to his glistening cock.

She laughs but then the music starts with no warning and the first group goes up with cheer routines; Hip-hop, contemporary sound and people clap politely. Then Davina’s voice cuts through the mic. “Next. Evelessa Jones.” A ripple goes through the crowd as whispers follow as I step forward. I’m wearing the tiny black cheerleader outfit from rehearsal. A crop top, short pleated skirt with my hair loose down my back. The breeze brushes against my skin. For a second as the music changes to a slow beat at first as I step onto the open space and then I stop thinking completely. My hips snap with the rhythm, my arms slice through the air.

I shouldn’t. “That was so cool, Eric!” the cheerleader said, oblivious to my turmoil. “I didn’t know you knew how to flip like that.” I managed a stiff smile and brushed my wet hair out of my face. “I learned how to do it during training,” I said nonchalantly. “I can do plenty of other tricks, too.” The cheerleader’s face turned a delicate shade of pink at my words. “Wow, that’s so cool,” she echoed. “You should show me how flexible you are later.”

They scream as if excited at every stroke of our bodies. At university, we are called “5BITCH’S”. That name is popular especially among men. Who wouldn't be interested when they heard that name? We consist of five members. Sidney Laurent, a model, second Sapphire Reichmann, a vlogger, third Sunny Adams, the queen of TikTok, fourth Skye Fridman, the queen of online games and of course me, Serena Dawson, the queen of the campus. Aside from the fact that I always want to be with my stupid ex basketball player boyfriend, dancing is really my hobby so I entered the world of cheerdancing.

"In the spirit of honesty, I'm glad you chose the cheerleader outfit. Too bad they weren't showing the game at the bar. You probably would have won." "But I probably wouldn't be here right now." "You're right. Fuck the bar. I'm glad you're here." "Mmmm. Me too. Who'd have thunk it?" I could restrain myself no longer, and pressed my tongue against her slit, carefully parting her lips, taking each between my lips, running my teeth over them, opening her. She spread her legs widely, inviting me, and I accepted. I licked her from bottom to top, twirling my tongue over her hidden clit, teasing it forth, making it swell, taking it between my lips, brushing my teeth against it.