| Author: | Christie St Claire | ISBN: | 9781311877048 |
| Publisher: | Christie St Claire | Publication: | April 15, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Christie St Claire |
| ISBN: | 9781311877048 |
| Publisher: | Christie St Claire |
| Publication: | April 15, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
The Cheerleaders of Fenton University have been bad and now they are being made to confess everything. One by one, the cheerleaders describe in their own words what they have been getting up to and with whom. Read all about each cheerleader’s dirty little sex secrets. Who they are doing and how they are getting done. Where they are going and what they have done to whom.
The confessions should be keeping the delinquent cheerleaders in check, except the coach has disappeared and no one is keeping track.
Warning: Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions contains explicit bitching about other cheerleaders and an awful lot of sex. All characters are 18 years old and doing things you shouldn’t do and definitely shouldn’t talk about. All situations are consensual acts of a whole lot of fun that they don’t want other people to know about.
Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is more than a little strange, but really, you shouldn’t take it too seriously. It’s just a story.
In this story, Misty, the captain of the cheerleaders, is looking for scrub down after a heavy workout. When she sneaks into the boy’s locker-room wearing a towel, mules and a peppy smile, she gets more than she expects in the form of a big hunk of athlete.
Approximate length: 8,500 words.
Extract:
Getting the hell out of there before he saw me would have probably been the best thing to do. I just couldn’t get my legs to move. I was rooted to the spot. As it turned out, it didn’t matter. He carried on washing his hair and as he turned to lean back and rinse, he had his eyes closed. Now, I’ve seen boys naked before. I don’t cheer for Southlake U. Tech or anything, but I’ve seen my fair share. But when Chad turned around, it was like the first time I saw Legally Blonde, my life changed. I had no idea that I could see something so perfect that wasn’t on a poster.
His pecs were rounded crowns of perfection moving gracefully in rippling arcs. Standing with solid legs astride, his thighs were like the pillars out front of the senate building and his legs looked like they could hold up the mezzanine floor at the mall. With all that water running down his body, I couldn’t be sure exactly how hairy he was. I mean, there is a fine line between too much and too little. Beyond the glistening water running off his body, he had a nice curl of chest hair. More than enough to run your fingers through but not enough to give you a mouthful when you are, well you know. As for lower, once my eyes touched on that, they wouldn’t go anywhere else.
It made me appreciate being naked all the more, except he was standing there, arms up, eyes closed with full frontal perfection, while I was hiding around the corner, my boobs cold against the tiles and the rest of me burning up just window shopping.
The Cheerleaders of Fenton University have been bad and now they are being made to confess everything. One by one, the cheerleaders describe in their own words what they have been getting up to and with whom. Read all about each cheerleader’s dirty little sex secrets. Who they are doing and how they are getting done. Where they are going and what they have done to whom.
The confessions should be keeping the delinquent cheerleaders in check, except the coach has disappeared and no one is keeping track.
Warning: Delinquent Cheerleader Confessions contains explicit bitching about other cheerleaders and an awful lot of sex. All characters are 18 years old and doing things you shouldn’t do and definitely shouldn’t talk about. All situations are consensual acts of a whole lot of fun that they don’t want other people to know about.
Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is more than a little strange, but really, you shouldn’t take it too seriously. It’s just a story.
In this story, Misty, the captain of the cheerleaders, is looking for scrub down after a heavy workout. When she sneaks into the boy’s locker-room wearing a towel, mules and a peppy smile, she gets more than she expects in the form of a big hunk of athlete.
Approximate length: 8,500 words.
Extract:
Getting the hell out of there before he saw me would have probably been the best thing to do. I just couldn’t get my legs to move. I was rooted to the spot. As it turned out, it didn’t matter. He carried on washing his hair and as he turned to lean back and rinse, he had his eyes closed. Now, I’ve seen boys naked before. I don’t cheer for Southlake U. Tech or anything, but I’ve seen my fair share. But when Chad turned around, it was like the first time I saw Legally Blonde, my life changed. I had no idea that I could see something so perfect that wasn’t on a poster.
His pecs were rounded crowns of perfection moving gracefully in rippling arcs. Standing with solid legs astride, his thighs were like the pillars out front of the senate building and his legs looked like they could hold up the mezzanine floor at the mall. With all that water running down his body, I couldn’t be sure exactly how hairy he was. I mean, there is a fine line between too much and too little. Beyond the glistening water running off his body, he had a nice curl of chest hair. More than enough to run your fingers through but not enough to give you a mouthful when you are, well you know. As for lower, once my eyes touched on that, they wouldn’t go anywhere else.
It made me appreciate being naked all the more, except he was standing there, arms up, eyes closed with full frontal perfection, while I was hiding around the corner, my boobs cold against the tiles and the rest of me burning up just window shopping.
