Stereotypical Cheerleader Novels & Stories

We hang up and I go home to get ready for my 'date' with Amber. "I never knew you were a cheerleader." I tell Amber as we're driving to the party. She's wearing a pleated skirt and a white pullover blouse that accentuates the curves of her teen-sized tits. She looks more like a high school girl than she usually does. She even has her red hair up in a ponytail tonight. I've never seen it like that at work. "I want to be taken seriously at the bookstore." She tells me smiling. "And there is a certain stereotype that goes with being a cheerleader." She says. "It's been nice being able to discuss books, music and movies without everyone thinking I'm an airhead." She smiles.

I moaned, sliding my cunt slowly up his cock, "I think we need the others." Coach Morgan put her whistle in her mouth and blew. The shrill note echoed through the room. I glanced at the doors and smiled as the other cheerleaders entered naked. Mercedes, Pita, and Alexandra all strutted nude into the room, their boobs jiggling. They were each gorgeous.

I said softly, shielding my eyes from the sun. "You might actually like it," she replied with a smile. I was sure that was a possibility, I'd just have to get used to the short skirts and the fact that cheerleaders seemed to get a lot of attention, attention that I didn't really want. Ms. P, the pep squad leader, was tall and manly. From a distance, I thought she was a man. She had long bright red hair that was extremely curly. She wore a tan short sleeved shirt and black shorts, her muscles bulging out. Her uniform looked as if it were suffocating her. It was safe to say that she needed a bigger size. She stared at us as if she didn't want to be here.

“She’s probably thinking of withdrawing for incompetence. She can’t even manage her body.” Elena hummed. “In cheerleading, our bodies are our instruments. We can’t let those instruments get all rusty and bloated, can we?” “No one wants to watch a fat cheerleader,” said the left follower, with distain. “Very true,” Elena said. I restrained myself from wrapping my hands around my waist to hide my slight bump. I couldn’t be showing that much yet. They were just trying to get under my skin. I didn’t want them to know it was working.

She was essentially in. What was her mother's problem? She knew that some people judged her for the way she dressed and acted. She was a total ditz and she like totally knew it. And she dressed sexy. But she was sexy. She was 5'3 and around 120lbs. She had long, straightened black hair, deep brown eyes that were wide and innocent. Her nose was small, a gentle curve and her lips were thick and luscious. Her breasts were the perfect size for a cheerleader, her body taut, her ass round and full, and her legs slim and sexy. She liked to wear short skirts, tight tops, and no bra (unless she was cheering). So she could like totally see why other people would think she was a goof or something, but

That was the thing about them, they lived for the spotlight, they loved the thrill of tearing someone down if it meant securing our throne at the top. So I need to give them a reason to be furious. “You know what she said to me?” I asked, lowering my voice to a whisper. The girls all leaned in so close. “She told me…” I paused, letting the words sink in, “…that cheerleaders are just props and pom-poms. That we’re washed-up Barbie dolls living off scraps of attention.” Amber's mouth dropped open. “No way she said that,” she said. I tilted my head, giving them a slight nod. “She said Jaxon doesn’t even notice us anymore because of her.”

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

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.

For no apparent reason, I caught myself smiling. I stood by the corner of the gym and watch the cheerleading team as they practice, my eyes meet with that of their leader, I stared at the girl. Her dirty blonde hair was tied in a messy bun, and curls hanging down her tight cheekbones. The lesbian girl gave me a smiley cheer wave before getting back her attention at what she’s doing.

Damn! "Oh, really? Me? Don't know her? I f*cking own the person, Dude. So, just stay away from her because she's mine. End of story." She asserted calmly but with fire. And students are gathering around us. Sh*t, they're making a scene here because of me. "You're just a f*cked-up b*tch cheerleader, Rivers. And Claire over here is a better person than any of you girls in this academy." He noted, and I think he's gonna spill it.