Fitness Cheerleader Novels & Stories

Like he's hungry. School day's over, and I'm at cheer practice on the field. The sun's dipping low, casting long shadows, and Daddy's there barking orders at the football team. "Run it again! Harder!" His voice booms, making my stomach flip. I'm in my tiny cheer skirt, the red and white pleats flipping up as we do high kicks. My sports bra hugs my C-cups tight, and these boy shorts underneath ride up my ass cheeks. I catch him glancing over, his jaw clenching. Is it just pride in his little girl, or something else?

I mean, they work out religiously, they understand discipline, and, if they’re any good, they work well as a team. Oh, and let’s get real, their bodies are fucktastic. All those tight ends and muscled abs make me drool and drip, if you know what I mean. But for me, one just isn’t enough. In high school I fucked the jocks — I was the head cheerleader so that was sort of a prerequisite, right? — but even as they were pumping their cocks into my tight teenage pussy, I ached to be filled even more. I wanted more cocks at once! At first I was ashamed.

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?”

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.

The fear of letting my words slip had given me a slap across the face. That's why i was so hard on her. That's why that single experience had made me become more aware and alert when I'm with Friends. I became more carefully when I talk about my family, always making sure than I don't mention my father and always shutting people down when they ask me about the new bruises I'd be sporting ever week. Cheerleading was the best way to make a cover story for it. Cheerleading, being an intense sport, can cause major injuries if an accident ever happens so, getting a few bruises was a very common thing.

The gym echoed with the sharp claps of hands and the rhythmic chants of the cheer squad. Coach Marcus Hale stood at the edge of the mat, his broad shoulders straining against the fabric of his polo shirt. At 35, he was the epitome of disciplined strength, muscles honed from years of football and now coaching. His dark hair was cropped short, and his jawline sharp enough to cut glass. He scanned the group of girls, his eyes lingering a fraction too long on Emily, the captain of the cheerleaders.

Cassie added while watching Bianca perform a flip after being tossed by two girls, wearing a short black skirt and black sleeveless top with a white collar and white large letters, NAHS emblazoned on it. The Pixie uniform. "You sure you don't wanna join?" "What is with you guys? I hate cheerleading!" Natasha responded defensively. "You'd be great!" "Oh yeah, then why don't you sign up, then?" "Ha! Have you ever seen me workin' out?" "Well, no. But you're still in great shape just as I am!" "You go on morning runs like everyday!" "So?" "So, I'm saying you've got what it takes to be a Pixie and maybe letting out that pretty face of yours instead of hiding it behind books everytime!"

Vincent, the sports and after school activity coordinator. “Hi girls, I have great news for all of you. A new member will be joining your cheer squad.” The middle age woman with short bob-cut black hair, neatly dressed suit pants and loose blows, announced excitedly as she stepped into the room without warning. Shifting her attention towards the friendly woman, Britney straightened her posture from her previous motion of stretching and smiled cunningly yet asking innocently, “who will be apart of our little family?”

AISHA’S POV The next day, I showed up for cheerleading tryouts. I needed to be visible. I needed to be part of something that would put me in the triplets’ line of sight on a regular basis. Cheerleaders were always around the football team, and the three of them were into sports. If I couldn't get their attention by myself, maybe I could do it by being somewhere they couldn't avoid seeing me. I walked into the gym. The space was huge. A group of girls in matching uniforms were stretching on mats in the center of the floor.

Irresistible. He's got to be at least six-foot-four, and I'm barely over five feet tall, and incredibly petite. I have to be, since I'm the girl at the top of the pyramid. I'm the girl getting tossed into the air to do flips. I'm the leader of the pack, and I'm good at what I do. Good enough, in fact, to get a full ride to mapletown College on a cheerleading scholarship. That also sets me apart from my classmates, who are all here to study and become scientists, professors, doctors, all those boring careers that brainy people do.