Volleyball Poses Novels & Stories

Harry is sweet and caring, he talks to me but I don’t know why I can’t focus on him but on Asher, he would look at me sometimes but most of the time he’ll laugh with the girl next to him, Blaine also likes her company and Faye is worriedly looking at me, I just smile to her and secretly point at Harry, I then wink at her that made her laugh. After lunch everyone has their own activities but our teacher called us to play games. “Volleyball.” I bit my lips and conscious look at my crop top, if I’ll play my bra will show but since I’m wearing a bikini inside I didn’t think to much and decided to join. Faye and Blaine didn’t join and is constantly taking pictures. Harry is one of my opponent and

I posed the same pose that I did a while ago and did another one. “Okay, great. Another.” I turned my body to the left and looked fiercely at the camera. I opened my mouth a little and put both of my hands on my neck, pushing my hair upwards and looking at the camera through the gap between my arm and my wrist, bringing my elbow in front of my face. “Oh, wow. Good,” I heard Jeremy muttered and asked me to strike a pose again. I did another one and stopped when my friends entered. “Holy molly, it’s so freaking nice here!” Heziah’s mouth gape in awe. Jessile agreed while Candy was taking pictures.

“We make a good team.” “We don’t have a team,” I muttered under my breath. He grinned. “Not yet.” Ignoring him, I walked past the crab-shaped figure and stopped in front of the Dancer’s Pose. Something about it caught my eye. It looked harder than the rest, but at least it didn’t make me look like a crawling idiot. “Player 0467 has chosen Dancer’s Pose,” the voice echoed. Hoodie guy let out a small laugh behind me. “Dancer’s Pose, huh?”

“Tilt your face… just a little…” Camera clicks. “Push out, I want to see your body swell in the bra…” Shutter clicks. “Show me why it’s best for summer.” On my knees, my upper body pushes out, ass arching backward in a wild position. The bikini is a tiny pink two-piece. My hand goes over my head, fingers lace, breasts push out. Naughty, I bounce, dangling my breasts for motion photos. Then he stops… My team members look aside, suddenly going silent.

This pose had 'yuri's Idea' written all over it. I stood admiring Effie's almost flawless stance, it seemed that she had trained herself well for a model. Her posture was great, she stood in a way that highlighted details of the clothing subconsciously and even if she was a bit shy and wary of Yuri she kept her cool, slightly blushing and probably wondering why she had agreed to this. In all, she had successfully relayed a great pose to the camera. "A great pose…" I murmured, triggered by my own thoughts

My lace bra felt impossibly thin under his gaze. Elias stepped closer, holding a pair of soft cotton gloves and a small brush. “Kneel on the padded mat in front of her. Mirror her posture as closely as possible.” I lowered myself to the floor, knees spreading slightly on the soft surface. I arched my back, tilting my head upward like the statue, letting my hands rest palms-up on my thighs. The position thrust my breasts forward and opened my body in a way that made me feel exposed, vulnerable, and strangely powerful.

he said as we went inside the gym and I saw a few people putting up the nets on both courts. “Are we really going to play?” I asked him. “Just for a tiny bit,” he said as he grabbed my bag and put it on the side. “I’ll only show you the basics.” I took a deep breath as I watched him grab a cart full of volleyballs and brought it over to one side of the court where we’ll be practicing at. I walked over as I watched him then glanced over at the other guys who started doing warm-ups on the other side of the court. Are they from Elliot's volleyball team? Elliot showed me a few stretches to do as warming up and it was almost the same thing as what the other guys did. He began to show me a few pos

He doesn’t sound the least bit impressed. I scowl at him. “I don’t see you giving up any suggestions.” He sighs and takes my phone. “Try to pose a little bit.” Easier said than done. I’m not naturally graceful looking so I have no idea what he means by pose. “Turn sideways slightly and hike your leg up a little. Keep the bag down at your side and smile.” I attempt to do as he asks but I feel silly. “Hold that.” He says and starts to take a few pictures. “Okay now stand straight and hold the bag with both hand sin front of you. Tilt your head slightly and smile.”

“You wish.” Hayden’s serve went high, and Carter passed the ball back over the net with ease. Despite not having played volleyball in years, Lucy’s body remembered from junior high PE that she needed to hit the ball on her forearms, not her wrists. She passed the ball to Hayden, who hit it out of bounds on the other side. Crowing, Carter picked up the ball and said, “One to zero.” “You don’t get a point. It’s only if you’re the one serving,” argued Hayden.

I think I’ll be running around with a boner in my shorts all freakin day. “C’mon dude. Slam the ball.” Denver shouts out from the other side of the net. Tobias is scoring for us since it’s only the three of us. I bet we’ll be writing the girls off for most of the day, they all look so engrossed in their books right now. I throw the ball in the air, lift my right hand in the air and punch it. The ball travels over the net, clearing it well and Denver lowers and punches it back up with his wrists. That man should be on the volleyball team, he’s so damn good.