Fitness Cheerleader Novels & Stories

Caleb asks, grabbing hold of her hand. "No." She shakes her head. "He said he assumed we were done because we weren't practicing anymore. Some of us take showers before we leave though. Regardless of what most everyone thinks, cheerleading is a sport, and depending on what we do, we sweat big time. If I have somewhere to be, I don't want to go stinking." "Any of you report this?"

Shawn quirked a brow before hearing the clicking of heels behind him. The cheerleader plopped next to him with an intentional flick of her long black ponytail, dark blue eyes, and a forced smirk. "Hey. I'm Kayley!" "Shawn," he replied with a thin grin, Kayley grinned even wider. "So me and my gal pals thought to ourselves and we were like; 'oh my god, you look soo cute.' And cute guys have an all-access pass to sit with the Queenz. And not to be annoyed by this—drenched out, ginger ale broad." She said with a bouncy high voice, but hiding a venomous tongue, like all cheerleaders.

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.

His eyes moved from my face to my feet and back. He was just staring at me intently for the first time, and it made me somewhat conscious of what I had worn. I was in the ridiculous cheer one-piece dress. Lia had made it compulsory to be worn today as she said it would identify the cheerleaders easily. Also, the fact that everyone believed it was only airheads who were cheerleaders, she wanted to prove them all wrong. She wanted them to see cheerleaders were smart, too. Although it wasn't necessary for me for her to want to prove everything that was said, I had to follow her commands, or else I wished to be kicked out of the team.

Dear new cheerleaders out there, when given your first gear, ask for another; one is not enough. I had to wash my cheerleading uniform before going to bed last night. "You're finally a Hot Shot cheerleader. I'm happy for you." I meet Mom in the kitchen. I smile. She breathes in relief. "You have no idea how much torture it was to hear you go on and on about wanting to be one. It's such a joy that it's over."

At this point, every demand from him is annoying, and every moment we spend together feels like an obligation. After I've brushed my teeth and thick hair, I put on my cheerleading uniform and head down the stairs. First, let me introduce myself. My name is Nevaeh Rivera; I'm a senior at Arcata High. I am the cheerleading team captain, dance, choir, president of the student council, and Social Committee. Let's just say that I'm a very busy girl. I live in a small town called Arcata, located in California. My dream is to be a writer, so I'm super smart. My greatest assets are my long brown hair and deep golden eyes. I've been told that my hair has a natural wave to it that girls go to the salo

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

she replied. Joy stretched her arms above her head, a playful smile curving her lips. "Cheerleading," she said nonchalantly, as if the decision was as obvious as breathing. Fiero, still lounging with his legs stretched across the desk, raised a brow, intrigued. "Cheerleading?" She shot him a glance, a glint of challenge in her eyes. "What? I look hot in a skirt." His grin spread, slow and deliberate, like a predator savoring a perfect meal. "Yeah, you do."

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."

“That’s not what I’m doing. I understand why Christine likes him—and why plenty of other girls do too. He’s handsome, he has a nice smile… he’s just not my type.” “Mmm. The only thing you haven’t said yet is that he has nice handwriting, but otherwise, fair enough.” “And he’s captain of the football team.” “That actually explains a lot,” she said solemnly. A second later she frowned, clearly taking another one of her famous mental detours. “Why is there such a cliché about cheerleaders and football players, anyway? I refuse to believe it’s genuine love of the sport. I bet Christine doesn’t even understand football. Wait… is cheerleading considered a sport?”