Cheerleader Belly Button の小説・ストーリー

The lights in the hall became dim as the cheerleaders ran up to the stage with good vibes surrounding them. One could tell from the determination and boldness on their face. Susan and Bella were the ones who came forward as they pose widening their legs. The whole school oohed and clapped their hands immediately they heard the song and saw the cheerleaders dancing. They twisted, swayed, and Even jump as they danced with their efforts. "I didn't know that bitch there could dance this well," Beatrice snickered as she was referring to Susan who swung her head to the sideway with her hair following along.

She replied, grabbing her dress and walked towards the bathroom. I hummed. Hours later we both were ready for the party. The satin crop top rested beneath my boob line. My belly button piercing was on full display as well as my curvy waist looked small than before. The bottom hugged my ass tightly and my sleek left leg was revealed to the naked eyes.

“I have a lot of things to do, and I can't afford to fall any further behind on work.” “I'm going to work on some moves first,” I told him. “Then we'll get to the cheers. First, hold my right leg up.” I held my right leg out in front of him. Jace raised my right leg up into the air. He placed my right foot on his left shoulder. I smiled as I forced him to look up my skirt and stare at my thin cheerleader panties. “What is this for?” he asked. “Just a move that most cheerleaders have to work on to be successful,” I lied. “Now, the other leg.”

The school's band plays this upbeat music in between demonstrations, and the drumline plays along as well that made the entire place livelier and very loud but I was just watching and highly uninterested. The whole school was starting to cheer along and having the so-called team spirit in supporting our school’s teams. The cheerleaders all looked so pretty and slim with there itty-bitty skirts that almost showed their asses to which they didn’t really care about. Avery was in front and center as always. Smiling, waving and blowing kisses while her straight blond hair was tied into a ponytail.

but now I'm walking on my own two feet to my boyfriend, who calls me. The cheerleaders perform again. Their dance is rhythmic, lively, and, if I may say so... somewhat sensual. The way they swivel their hips, bend and break them, rolling sideways surprises me since I've never really paid attention to what they do. Alice, in particular, is at the center. Her gestures are graceful and sensual, especially when she turns on her back and flirts, showing everyone her extremely short skirt.

I knew I couldn't pass up the opportunity. "Young lady, what do you think you're doing?!" I spoke loudly enough to scare her. She jerked off his cock and looked over at me. His cock slapped up loudly against his belly. Spit dribbled from his cock to her chin. She looked scared and it was a second before she said anything. "Uh... I... Uh... We..." Then she realized she was kneeling on her cheerleading sweater and her tits were on display. She tried to cover her breasts with her hands and arms, but the effort was useless in trying to hide her generous tits.

She asks as she rubs her temples and paces in front of me I've never seen her this stressed before. "What do they need help with?" I ask "Their flips, landings, posture" she says as she taps her fingers to list out the problems "Can I see them rehearse it and make corrections from there?" I ask since I can't agree nor disagree with her since I haven't seen the routine yet "Whatever" she says as she leads me back towards the group of tense cheerleaders "You guys need to relax. Tensing causes hesitation and you can't hesitate during this routine or it'll look unprofessional" I say as I stop in front of the girls

No surprises there, I guess. I was met with music and a mass of people dressed up in their best and worst. A group of cheerleaders-how original-gathered in the center of the room around the punch bowl and food trays. I saw Page detach from the crowd and come over to me, smiling brightly. Thick white paint covered her face. There was an artful bullet hole in her forehead. Blood spilled over her jersey and I noticed as I glanced at the rest of the squad they had various wounds splashed in red all over them. "We're dead cheerleaders," Page giggled. "Isn't that cool?"

The short gold chain of my piercing swings around as I jump. Since I'm use to teasing the boys at the games, and any older men that are watching from the stands, I play it up for Frank and Shane. Next, I jump in the air, kicking one leg forward and the other back, landing in a split position with my arms reaching for the sky. When I do, my cheer briefs tear right through my crotch. I hesitate a few seconds, then do a summersault towards them. The fabric tears even more as I'm sure they both get an eye full of my clean shaven pussy.

While me? I am a cheerleader at our university. Tall because I am a half american. Campus queen if my fellow students call me. Many are jealous of me because of the number of men who want to flirt with me, but I don't really pay much attention to them because of Dom. And now that I’m free and ready to mingle, maybe I should entertain my suitors.