Cheerleader Belly Button の小説・ストーリー

She walked to stand under the hand dryer to dry her hair after, surprised it was still working even though people rarely used this bathroom. She got rid of her white jeans and then she started to get into the cheerleading uniform. It was a white, red, and black uniform and the color was great against her skin, but the material wasn’t the problem, it was how skimpy it looked. The top had a long sleeve sleeves and the front was cut in a round neckline, but it molded way to perfect against her cheat area. The skirt was way too short, stopping way up above her knee. It was in between her mid-thigh and upper thigh. She turned to look at herself in the mirror and then she shook her head. This woul

“Remember when you used to help me train? Handing me water, telling me to keep my elbows in... all those small moments kept me going.” “Let me see… I think I still have a photo of you and the team together with the cheerleaders. I brought it to show Declan, to show him how much you two resemble each other,” she said, standing up to reach for her bag. The elevator dinged faintly from the corridor, followed by hurried footsteps passing the door — real life moving forward while we stood suspended in the past. As she stretched, her shirt lifted at the back, exposing a strip of pale skin just above the curve of her waist. There, inked low along her spine — just above the line of her hips — was th

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

The carefree moments when we could just be ourselves and let that true identity show. The band started playing the school song and one by one, the principal first annnouced each cheerleader with cheers from the crowd. I captured multiple photos of each as they entered, either cheering or tumbling or both. I managed to snap a few extras of my girls, too. Vanessa was announced last as Head Cheerleader and I know I had one amazing shot of her giving me a wink with a smile. I could see Danny buying that one to drool over.

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

Okay great then let's get started, show us what you got. The routine I did had a couple of flips and slutty movements. I had to do it that way because that's basically what cheer is. I heard the noises behind me stop but a second later it was replaced with whistling and clapping. "Get it, girl!" One guy shouted.

Meet her or do what I am actually here to do. I study the brunette from head to toe, wearing a leather choker surrounded with metal spikes, a baggy, crop hoodie with a center zip and a dark purple skirt. One thing I'd say is her belly button is very much attractive with the navel ring and waist chain. My eyes scan every little detail, down to her skin, even her facial angles as she chews a bubble gum. This is a very different and amusing look she has on. Part of me wants to know what her underwear looks like. I shove the thought off.

However, Elliot's brows furrowed as he asked, "Why do you think I would remember what her belly button looks like?" He might have slept with Avery, but who would remember what their partner's belly button looks like? "Are you telling me you remember what Mike's belly button looks like?" he asked as he stared at Chad. Chad let out an embarrassed cough, then said, "I remember because his belly button is pretty sexy…" Elliot was speechless. The atmosphere in the room instantly became a little delicate. "She has a C-section scar on her abdomen," Elliot said after a moment of silence. "My attention is always drawn to that scar, so I never noticed her belly button."

The cheerleaders sit together under one of the basketball hoops while we wait for everyone to settle down while the football players sit in chairs set up under the other basketball hoop. The principal begins their speech with what’s upcoming and I again find Luca staring at me. I need to tell him to stop cause it’s making me feel uncomfortable especially since I already have a boyfriend. The principal introduces us cheerleaders and our coach says our names one by one as we tumble across the gym. Once my name is called I do a round off double back hand spring back tuck. The crowd goes wild as we cheerleaders set up to do our dance routine. Aspen appears in the crowd along with my parents and

Before he could respond, she was already opening a bottle of sunscreen from her bag. Hazel noticed it too, she instantly looked away from their direction and faced me. I understood that it won't be easy for her to face the new challenge Tiffany was throwing at us Tiffany, of course, made a show of it, pulling Trey’s shirt over his head, smoothing the lotion all over his shoulders with her fingers lingering and laughing at something he said. She had finally gotten his attention but that didn't stop him from stealing glances at us. Every move made by Tiffany was meant to be seen. I mean those were the silent code of every cheerleader especially the captain, it pretty the same thing we do on th