Cheerleader Tease Novels & Stories

Since , the devil wasn't off hour , it completely persuaded me to do check out Jacob's social media and as soon as I opened his account , the latest picture had my stomach to twist and drop while my face curled in distaste . It was one of the cheerleading girl in the varsity squad , her arm was clasped around his waist while the other was up in the air with her pom pom clutched in it , his number was painted on her cheek and her top - God , I had never seen such a band aid like top ever in my life and she was leaning closer to his cheek with her lips pouted in a mid air kiss like pose . And the caption read " It's never to late to taste the sweetness of victory ~ Best practice ever with the

Oh yes, love the pace, you fucking member, she moaned. What’s all this? I suddenly found the right words to say. Thought you will never ask, Celyn said standing up, while she fixed her boobs into her top back. This is the cheerleading group, she announced. I know everyone here is a member but can you explain all this? Just so you know, the cheerleading group is just a disguise, this is what we do. We sexualize, explore, have fun and satisfy our sexual urges. You must have felt turned up by seeing all this, she stated.

Most of the tables were already occupied by rich looking kids some of them typing away at their iPhones, others picking at their food or probably talking about whose Dad was richer or who bought the latest limited edition shoes. Leigh couldn’t stop herself from scoffing. In her opinion, they were highest circle of delinquents. She spotted the cheerleaders pretty fast given their uniform blonde hair -- yes, all of them had dyed their hair a shocking blonde-- and super tight crop top over jeans. Leigh wondered how anyone could breathe over something that tight, confining and damaging to the ribcage. She was still stewing over the damages of super tight tops to the ribs when she noticed one of

“This is why we have to get in to cheerleading squad, babes. We would enjoy Thursdays with the hot basketballers, instead of being in the gym playing silly dodgeball. My head still hurts from the last game.” The second girl, who had gotten into a stall right next to mine, let out a deep chuckle. “That’s because you were on the losing team. Anyway, I can’t audition for cheerleading one more time especially since Leslie has made it clear that we are not going to get on the team.” “Such a fucking bitch.” I heard the first girl say under her breath and then she clicked her tongue. “Speaking of Leslie, have you seen the trending video?…. You know the one of Todd O’Connor and his geeky bestie?”

COACH AND CHEERLEADER- 1 Tiana Rogers, a hot new member of the cheerleading squad, needs something hotter to sate the burning tingly sensation between her legs and she finds the perfect dick for the job when she meets Coach Carlton. She tests the waters of high school surrounded by other sex-crazed teens with its ups and downs. Her desire for Coach Carlton takes her into uncharted territory. What started as innocent encounters and not-so-innocent daydreams morph into real sex-packed action neither of them could resist.

As always, people glanced my way intrigued, partly scared, and the rest puzzled at how Cassain could be so devoted to me. I noticed my friends seated at our table, yet before I reached halfway there, a few people obstructed my way. Cheerleaders. An entire squad of them. Looking like storm clouds with an overpowering smell of coconut oil. At the heart of it all stood Alyssa Chadwell. Leader of the rival team’s cheerleaders, girlfriend of the quarterback, who once attempted to ask me on a date and seemingly the head of Poor Decisions Incorporated. She crossed her arms. Flashed me a charming poisonous grin.

She winks at me, and a chill crawls down my spine at the implication, but I don’t believe her. “We have class.” Bree cuts in, tone sharp as steel, not caring for formalities again. She doesn’t trust her at all and smells poop on her. Who would be a fool to trust Alicia? Probably me. “Oh, look at you, the ugly duckling found a friend.” Alicia teases, and her brainless minions laugh. “You would know something about that, wouldn’t you?” Bree counters, showing her claws, and I smile proudly. “I don’t have time to waste on you,” Alicia spits, and turns to me, “We have cheerleading practice after closing. We’re using the gym.”

I simply shook my head. "You're kind of popular now," I teased her, and she responded with a delighted giggle and a comb through her wavy ginger hair, as if she had suddenly grown bashful. "Hey, Sierra!" We both came to a halt when Dionne, the cheerleading team's leader, blocked our way with a sneer on her lips, staring up and down at Sierra before falling her eyes into mine. She only gave me a brief glance before flipping her hair, crossing her arms, and leaning against the first locker near the entrance. I can already feel the searing glances of those surrounding us.

I promised. Marie and her lackeys were practicing their back-flips and pompom shaking not far from us. Some of the football boys had taken “a break” to sit and watch as they did hand stands, showing off their legs and leaving little to the imagination. Vi rolled her eyes in disgust. “I swear, cheerleaders are only good for one thing – and it usually involves a camera crew and an R rating.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her twisted joke. I blame her and Josh for robbing me of my innocent mind years ago. Not that I missed it though.

Thank goodness, there's one of them who thinks the right way. “Look, we're sorry if we bothered you, but my name's Leanne, captain of the squad.” Said the redhead and just smiled at me warmly. Okay, I just sat there and stared at them with my blinking eyes because it happened really fast. Are cheerleaders always this snappy? Or do they have super speed abilities just like me? “Ummm, so... you are?” The three of them asked while pointing at me. “Oh, sorry. The name's Blair.” I answered and looked at them one by one, and their smiles were not fading. Aren't they tired of always smiling like that? Maybe it's a cheerleader thing.