Tg Cheerleader Novels & Stories

So I’m not going in there. The cheer leading squad. More like another dance club, I guess. It was just mixed with using your loud voice and some props like pompoms and mini skirts. Freeda, Lia, and Elyzz got into that club so there is no way that I’m going to list my name next to them.

One by one the cheerleaders tumble across the gym. Claire draws thunderous applause and cheers as she pulled off an effortless round-off in a backflip. "What a show off" I scorned silently… if there is anything Claire Gustavo is known for, that will be stealing the spotlight. I feel sick already just by looking at her. “Now that the cheer squad is done totally blowing our minds, let’s give it up for the Fothoman Tiger’s basketball ball team” Dylan announced. More cheer and applause erupts as a group of basketball players including Bay forms up in front of the podium. I was busy wishing evil on Claire that I didn't even realize when he left his seat.

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.

Rachel raised her eyebrows and flashed an uneven smirk where one side of her smile was raised higher. Right on cue, a pack of fierce cheerleaders blossomed onto the field. Their uniform consisted of a black skirt and top with the creases of the skirt being white. There were symbols on the hem of their skirts but they were too small to decipher from where I was standing. They jogged and skipped gracefully with an unmatched amount of energy in their arms. This act alone caused an influx of loud encouragement from the crowd. The head cheerleader was the most confident with her movement and moved ahead of the other cheerleaders. She controlled the formation and my eyes widened once I realised wh

Hazel said, walking away to her class while I walked to mine, which was at the end of the hallway. When I got to the door, I took a huge breath. I looked to my right to see the twins and a couple of people in the room all geared up to fencing. They looked at me, and I ignored them, walking into the room in front of me, where the cheerleaders were at. As I walked into the room, I saw a group of cheerleaders dressed in purple skirts and tank tops perfecting their moves while Fae stood at the center, commanding them. She blew a whistle, causing the girls to break formation.

She just stood there, sputtering, before spinning on her heel and storming out, her cronies scrambling after her. Victory tasted sweet. Just as the adrenaline from the takedown began to fade, my phone buzzed in the pocket of my warm-up jacket. I pulled it out, my breath catching in my throat when I saw the name on the screen. Tyler: Just saw the cheer competition is up first. I'm rooting for you, Lee. Go show them why the Glitter Girls are the best, you're going to win.

If they were regular students, it'd be a point deduction because we get extra points for being on time, but Kate is the Principal's daughter, so the teachers are terrified of Kate. They instantly went to the next couple of rows. Kurt is also well-known at school for being a football player, and he was well-known in Junior High for his chick-boy demeanor. Kate, on the other hand, is the Principal's daughter, so it's no surprise how she's the cheerleading team's captain. "Anderson! It's a miracle you're not late!" I heard our instructor called me, but when I turned around, I was glued to stare at a woman who seemed to be a transferee and was still uncomfortable among us.

MIA ♥ “Well well well, if it isn't the one and only Fatty Mia.” If there's one thing I hate about school, it'll probably be seeing Kathleen Turner, the head cheerleader of Westfield High and my bully, every single day of the year. Kathleen stood in front of me, a daring smirk plastered on her flawless face, as her brainless minions surrounded her. “Wow. I thought people get hotter after summer breaks but you... just get uglier.”

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."