Cheerleader Tease Novels & Stories

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!”

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 shook her head after sensing my tension and spoke gently. "Don't be scared. I came here to apologize. "My younger sister also competed that year. She showed me the list of participants, and I casually mentioned that you were talented and that you had real potential. "I never imagined she'd take that as encouragement to approach you, pay you off, and force you to withdraw. I know how humiliating that is in our field, and I'm truly sorry. "I wanted to look for you back then, but I couldn't get your updated contact information. I didn't expect to meet you today. I'm really sorry."

His voice came low, husky. Even through the phone, I could picture the smirk, the sharp, striking eyes darkening when they landed on me. I chuckled, indulgent. "Anything." A beat of silence. Then— "Leila, if I take the championship, you're mine tonight." The match began. Through the glass, I watched Joel slip on his headset, fingers flying across the keyboard. His expression? Sharp. Unshakable. Locked in. Not once did he falter.

Reign, on the other hand, was stunning with her royal blue dress even though she didn't seem prepared for this ball at all. "This song is for everyone. Let's all dance, team Zyfford!" the Master of Ceremonies said enthusiastically. The band began to play as some stood up to dance. I looked straight ahead when the photojournalist who was one of our suspects approached us. He was getting closer to Reign. I immediately stood up and held out my hand to Reign. "Let's dance." She seemed startled by what she heard. She just laughed suddenly. "If we dance, will it save my life?"

They’re still in their tight uniforms, glittering under the lights, their legs bare and their asses just peeking out beneath the fabric. Some of our boys glance their way, eyes widening with interest. Of course they do. Finally some women they can fuck. Unlike us, the cheerleaders are fair game. They aren’t bound by our rules. They're not forbidden. They're available. The cheerleaders scan us with interest. They whisper to each other with sly smirks and tilt their heads at our boys, running their hands down their hair, their necks, their waists. Like they’re in heat. A public mating display.

"No, Coach." Coach sighed, shifting his gaze to me. "Ava, you're on the cheerleading squad. This school has a reputation to uphold, and your spot on the team depends on you keeping out of trouble. Right now, there are pictures circulating that make it look like our team captain is stalking his future step-sister and her boyfriend."

"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.

We were walking to our locker room with a dragging soul as a bunch of cheerleaders passed us by with their voices a little too loud talking about the new teacher who seemed to have become very famous. "Geez! He is all over the school. Guess he is very handsome." Liza said while sending a text to Max, her boyfriend, and bumping my shoulder with hers without peeling her eyes away from the screen. "What's up with the cheerleaders and mini skirts? Is it like their dress code or what? All they ever wear are mini skirts and skinny tops." I said, ignoring her comment. This whole hot teacher thing is too much for me. "Chill. It's a free country, and a very poor attempt made by you to divert the conv

The newest comments had all been left today, and they were vicious. "The cheater has the nerve to show off an award? I bet she stole that from Joey too."