Mike promised himself that he was going to do what was necessary to help this girl make it. Little did he know the chance would come so soon.
They had a routine. Mike stopped every morning right next to Cherry’s apartment. She would be slouched in a doorway and would slouch across the parking lot to his car. Once she was in and they were two blocks away, she would suddenly straighten and beam, animated, talking about how she managed to solve the math problems, or occasionally, frustrated that she couldn’t solve one of the special problems he gave her. Mike would laugh when she had trouble, telling her she was working on advanced problems other kids wouldn’t see for years.
That morning, Mike pulled up and parked, expecting to see Cherry start across the lot. Nothing. Concerned, Mike shut off the car and crossed the lot looking for Cherry. Nothing. He knew the room where her Mom lived. He headed there, to be met at the door by a policewoman. “You live here?” she asked.
“No,” he answered surprised by the interrogation.
The police woman politely sneered, knowing full well the usual business that men dressed well like this one did in these apartments. “Sorry, you can’t enter.” She didn’t say it, but her face said, ‘Go get your jollies somewhere else.’
“I’m looking for a girl…” he started out.
“Yeah,” she sneered. “They all are.”
Mike exploded. “No, God Damn it! I’m a teacher at the middle school and I’m trying to get a girl out of this place.”
“What’s her name?” the officer asked.
“Cherry…” Mike stumbled to a stop at the look on the woman’s face. “Did something happen to her?”
“No, she’s fine. Her mother was stabbed.”
“Stabbed?” Mike asked. Things like that were in the movies, not real life.
The officer shooed him aside as a stretcher holding a woman was wheeled out and to an ambulance. Cherry followed. When she saw Mike, she burst into tears and rushed to him. He wrapped her in his arms and pulled her aside as the woman was put into the ambulance. In the commotion, no one saw Mike lead Cherry around the building and to his car. Some days later, a report was duly filed with Child Protective Services. Overloaded and bogged down in bureaucracy, the report wound up at the bottom of an in-basket until one day, that person retired and the basket was emptied into the trash.
That was all in the future as Mike led Cherry to his car. “Can I take you to school or do you want to go to the hospital?”
Cherry pondered for a moment. ‘Forward, she needed to look forward’; the words were clear in her mind. She loved her mother, who had never really been a mother to her, but the future wasn’t with her mother. She knew that in her heart, even though sadness welled up from deep inside as she had the thought. “School,” she said. Mike nodded and started the car.
Cherry was quiet on the way to school. Mike let her be, not knowing what to say in any case. He dropped her and went to park. He saw her in the fourth period for math. Hopefully, he’d know what to say by then.
The class went pretty much as usual. Cherry was quiet, but attentive in class. He asked her to stay after the bell rang for lunch.
“What about your mother?” he asked.
“She’ll be okay. The medics said the knife didn’t cut her too deep. She lost some blood, but not too much. It’ll be good ’cuz she’ll dry out in the hospital. She’s been doing too much meth anyway,” Cherry said. “She’ll be out in a week or so.”
“What are you going to do?” Mike asked, his brain fried trying to imagine how an eighth grader like Cherry could handle this like it was normal.
“I think she paid the rent this month. If so, I’ll just hang out at home. We got some food,” she said.
Mike could only imagine what that must be: peanut butter and jelly on rat-eaten bread? “Cherry, I’d like to give you a ride home after school. Okay?”
“Why?”
“It’ll make me feel better,” he said with a rueful smile.
She laughed. “It’s okay, really. But if you want, I’ll ride with you,” she said.
“Thanks. See you after school. Go have lunch,” he said.
Mike sat in his empty classroom and considered many things. His idea was crazy, maybe just crazy enough. It’ll blow up and create a stink. It’ll never work. But damn it, sometimes you have to do what is right no matter what the consequences. With that, he steeled himself. An inner peace filled him now that he knew what was right and that he was following that path.
On the drive to her apartment, Mike, knowing the path he wanted to follow, asked her, “Do you have any relatives you could stay with?”
“No. I don’t know my dad. Well, you know, Ma don’t actually know who my dad was,” she said.
Mike shrugged like no big deal, though in his mind he wondered what that must be like.
“My grandparents live in Montana, at least I think they still do. They tossed mom out about seven years ago and told her not to come back. She stole some money to buy drugs,” Cherry finished quietly recognizing just how alone she was in the world.
“Cherry, I want you to do me a favor,” Mike said.
“Sure,” Cherry said gladly.
He smiled. “Okay, I’m making you stick to that as a promise.” Cherry just nodded. “I want you to live with me until your mom can take you back.”
Cherry looked at Mike, her face unreadable. Finally, she managed, “Why?”
“Because I couldn’t sleep at night thinking about you alone in that rat infested, sorry…” he said.
“That’s okay. It is,” she said quietly.
“Anyway, I’d sleep better at night if you were staying with me. Really, it’s a favor to me if you’d stay at my place,” he finished. He waited, watching from the corner of his eye as he drove. He saw the contemplative look on her face, occasionally crossed with the faintest trace of a smile. He hoped that was good.
They arrived at her apartment. He looked at her, “What do you say?”
“You serious?” she asked.
“Yep,” he said lightly.
“Well then, I guess it’s better than a rat infested…” she said teasing him.
He crimsoned, “I am sorry I said that.”
“Nah, Mr. O’Hara. You are right. It is.”
“Let’s go get the stuff you might need, clothes, makeup and stuff,” he said.
“Stuff?” she asked.
“You know, girl stuff,” he said.
“Girl stuff,” she said a smile on her face as she teased him.
Cherry smiled as she bounced out of the car and led him to the apartment. There was a large brown stain on the floor. Cherry looked at it and ran into her room. Mike felt like he was going to lose his lunch when he realized what it was. He threw a sheet that was askew on the one couch onto the floor over the stain. He was able to breathe again after it was covered.
Cherry came back into the room, saw the sheet and smiled thankfully at Mike. She grabbed some paper grocery bags. A while later, she came out with the bags. Mike knew he shouldn’t ask if she had luggage instead: he knew what he answer would be. There were several bags; Mike grabbed two of the bags and led her back to the car.
Deciding to tease her, he said, “Got enough to last you a week?”
“That’s everything,” she said.
Mike looked at the bags. ‘Everything?’ He felt like a heel for even bringing it up. Cherry seemed not to notice. For her, this was usual.
At his house, he installed Cherry in his spare bedroom, the one that had his exercise machine that he had used exactly four times in two years. The machine went into the garage.
They settled into a routine. Mike would take her to school and drive her home. During school hours, they were teacher and student only and avoided each other, not wanting the comments that would inevitably come. At home, Cherry found out what it was like having a teacher as a pseudo-parent. Homework was always first, before TV or even dinner. She also found out how much time a teacher spent in the evenings grading papers, preparing class materials, and general paperwork. Her respect for Mike, and by association her other teachers, went up.
What she really enjoyed were the evenings. They would settle into the couch and watch TV, or play some game. Mike was passionate about board games. For Cherry, this was all so new, spending time just having fun together.
Sometimes at night, she would lay awake and wonder what it would be like when her mother recovered. Could she go back to living like that? The answer would come soon, she knew, and she felt a dread welling up from deep inside that she tried very hard to ignore.
It had been several weeks and they still had not heard from Cherry’s mom. Mike called the hospital. He was informed that she had been released two weeks earlier. Mike called the apartment. The rent had not been paid for the current month. The apartment had been cleaned out of personal items. The landlord hadn’t seen Cherry’s mom. She had disappeared.
He tried calling the police. No, they had not heard of her since the initial report. No, they had no forwarding address and no perp. The case was cold unless she would identify some suspect, which she had been unwilling to do after the stabbing.
That night, Mike told Cherry. She was quiet for a minute, then said, “She’s gone.” Cherry burst into tears and fled to her room. Mike thought about going to her but he knew she was right. She had every reason to feel betrayed and abandoned; she had been. He slept fitfully that night.
The next morning he knocked on her door. “Cherry?”
“Go away,” he heard a muffled voice.
Mike shook his head and opened the door. Cherry lay on the bed, her head covered by the pillow. One foot stuck out from under the sheet. He grabbed the ankle and began tickling the sole of her foot. It was amazing, he thought, how she could levitate her entire body off the bed like that.
She screamed, “Quit it! I gotta pee. Stop!” she grabbed at her ankle, but Mike was stronger. He kept tickling, “No, stop…” she begged. “I gotta pee…”
He was having fun until the unsuspected pillow caught him full force in the face, loosening his grip. Cherry bounced out of bed and ran for the bathroom, slamming the door closed. Smiling, he picked up the pillow and tossed it back on the bed. As he went by the restroom, he called out through the closed door, “Breakfast is ready.”
A Bronx cheer followed him down the hallway. Cherry joined him shortly, clad in a long tee shirt and panties. He was pretty sure she didn’t own any real sleep clothes.
He served them both a stack of pancakes. She fiddled with hers for a bit, then said, “She’s gone.”
“I think you’re right,” he acknowledged her.
“Damn her,” Cherry said on the verge of tears. She wiped her eyes. “I ain’t got nowhere to go.”
“Yes, you do. Here,” he said emphatically.
She looked up, surprised. “But I thought this was just until she got out of the hospital.”
“It was, originally… I like having you here,” he said.
Cherry looked about to cry again but suppressed it. “Yeah, so you can torture girls when they have to pee.”
“No, so I can punish girls who won’t come to breakfast when I’ve worked so hard preparing breakfast.”
She looked down at her plate and asked, “You really mean that?”
Mike knew it wasn’t the breakfast she was asking about. “Yeah, I like having you here. Will you stay?”
“Oh yes,” she burst into tears as she came around the table and grabbed him in a bone crushing hug. There were tears of happiness mixed with sobs of loss as Cherry released all of her pent up emotions. Mike held her and soothed the girl, petting her hair as she cried herself out.
The next weekend, Mike decided to take Cherry to the mall and get her more clothing. He knew that she was going to be living with him from now on, he just had a feeling. If she was going to be virtually his daughter, he needed to start taking that responsibility. The shopping started out fun as she wandered from store to store not quite believing that Mike was really going to buy her clothes.
As they wandered down the main way, Cherry saw a guy come from one of the stores. Her stomach clenched up and she felt sick. Hector. He glanced at her and saw it was Cherry. He immediately put a macho sneer on his face. Mike saw the look in Cherry’s face, the fear, the loathing all mixed up. Mike followed her glance and knew that must be Hector, the hated Hector. Mike saw the sneer, the complete bravado of his sauntering walk. It drove Mike crazy. He was overwhelmed with the desire to punch Hector. Only his utmost restraint kept him from running down the punk and battering him until he could never sneer again. His thoughts were quickly of Cherry, he didn’t want to get Cherry involved since she was now recovering from so much in such a short time.
Cherry was unaware of all of this. She saw him, the evil one, and she strode towards him, Mike trailing but looking for a chance to avenge her.
Hector smiled. “Hey babe,” he said.
“You creep,” she hissed. “How can you ‘hey babe’ me?”
Mike saw a couple come from the same store and walking up behind Hector, concern on their face. He realized things are about to get ugly. His thoughts were how to protect Cherry.
Hector, still in his cool mode and unknowing of their approach, said, “You wanted it. I just gave you what you wanted.”
Cherry, low and harshly, hissed back at him, “No woman wants to be raped, you piece of shit.”
Hector started to raise his hand to slap Cherry. Mike felt the adrenaline rush and was prepared to leap between them and take the blow when a hand grabbed Hector’s hand at the top of its arc. He spun around, looking to fight. A middle-aged man was holding his hand, the man’s face red with anger. “What is happening, Hector? Why are you going to strike a woman?”
“Nothing, Pop,” he said, breathing hard, trying to suppress his anger.
“What did you say, young lady?” the man asked Cherry.
She looked away, “Nothing.”
“I thought I heard you say no woman wants to be raped.” The woman who had been a few steps behind but had now caught up, gasped, then covered her mouth with her hand and looked at Hector.
Hector could see the accusation in the woman’s eyes and said, “She’s a puta’s daughter. She asked for it.”
Her hand lashed out striking him hard on the cheek leaving livid red marks. “No woman asks to be raped. You scum. My own son…” she turned away, her back to him.
The man looked at Mike and Cherry, the sorrow evident in his face. “I am sorry Miss. Is there anything I can do?”
“But Pop,” Hector said.
Furious, the man turned on Hector, “You shut up, basura.” Then fighting to regain his calm, he looked at Cherry, “Miss?”
“No,” she said, the tears flowing.
The man grabbed Hector by the arm. “You, you come with me,” he said leading Hector off.
The woman turned to Cherry, trying to stop her own tears. “Please, Miss, if I can do anything…”
Cherry smiled. “Seeing you slap his face, that’s what I wanted to do, so thank you.”
“You are welcome,” she said. She nodded to Mike and Cherry, turned, and strode off, a hard purpose in her walk.
That night was hard for Mike, watching Cherry struggle with the stirred up emotions from the rape. He tried to act as naturally as possible, which was all he could think to do. In the morning, he was concerned, but Cherry seemed chipper. He didn’t know she had spent the night thinking about what Vivian had told her, the future. She now had a future because of Mike. Vivian had been right, there was a future and she had to keep looking ahead. What had happened didn’t matter as long as she kept looking ahead. Mike was surprised when Cherry hugged him fiercely before sitting down to breakfast. Nothing was said about Hector.
It was quickly word on the street that Hector was transferring from public school to a military academy in another state that was known for its harsh discipline. He left immediately. When Cherry heard, she sobbed, but they were tears of release. “He’s truly gone,” she said.
With her mother and Hector gone, Cherry realized her life was a fresh slate. It was a new life. She began looking around to see what she wanted to do with her life. Mike’s assumption, unsaid except as a given, was that she was going to college. In her previous existence, college hadn’t even existed. She was fighting to not wind up a whore like her mother. She began to imagine going to college.
The other thing she thought about was sex. Like all ninth graders, her body was raging with new emotions, feelings, and passions as she changed from girl to woman. She knew about sex in a way most teens didn’t -- first hand, watching her mother ply her trade. She knew how to give a blow job and make a man cum fast, so you could get on to the next john. After the rape she had applied that knowledge first hand with the boys in the ’hood. Cherry knew sex.
Now, Cherry felt something new and different. She was filled with a desire for a particular man, Mike.
Was it really surprising that she had fallen in love with Mike? He was her Prince Charming, her knight in shining armor, her savoir, and he was good looking, made her laugh, and took care of her. He couldn’t step into the place in her heart for a father, she never had such a place. Naturally then, he filled that new place in her young woman’s heart that had never yet been filled, lover. Nature abhors a vacuum and Mike filled her heart. Cherry was in love.
‘Future, it is about the future,’ Cherry thought looking at Mike quietly grading papers one evening. Her future was filled with Mike. First, she had to get him to see her as a woman. It hadn’t been hard to seduce the guys from school. It couldn’t be much more difficult to seduce Mike. She smiled, a devilish little smile, as she looked at her victim. He was going to enjoy being her victim, she just knew it.
Things changed and Mike wasn’t even aware, at first. Cherry began simply, letting Mike catch glimpses of her coming from the shower wrapped in a towel and nothing else, the towel just a little too short. Mike enjoyed the view, and why shouldn’t he? Cherry was a beautiful young woman. Unfortunately for Mike, there was no way not to take that second look, the one that gets a guy in trouble, the one the Priest had warned him about, the one that overwhelms that little voice squeaking, ‘No!’ He would see Cherry come out of the bath and see her breasts straining against the towel, her long legs and he would look again and see just the bottoms of her cute little ass cheeks and that second look would send thoughts raging out from the center of his mind. His whole being was energized by lust for the girl. He would shake his head trying to clear such thoughts, to no avail. That second look had him.
Mike generally woke her before school. He would open the door and peek in to make sure she raised her head. If she didn’t raise her head she wouldn’t roll out of bed. Mike had learned; head up, or tickle. Cherry began waking a little early. She’d skin out of her panties leaving the shirt on but strategically place the sheets so that Mike caught a glimpse of forbidden territory. The first time Mike opened the door and saw her cute pussy, he choked and had to close the door to regain his composure. Cherry, watching through half closed eyes, laughed silently, rolled over so that he’d get a view of her cute butt and waited. When Mike opened the door again, he caught sight of her little butt, the primeval signal for mating and the hormones rushed into his bloodstream. He was quickly erect. “Cherry,” he called out. “Time for breakfast.” He didn’t wait to see if she raised her head, hurrying to the kitchen hoping his erection would go away before she came to breakfast.
So it went, Cherry setting the plate for Mike. On that plate was a nubile young woman whom Mike had come to adore, her legs spread, enticing him with her beauty and sexuality. Over the next weeks Cherry became bolder, once dropping her towel, accidentally, as she walked from the shower to her room. She nearly burst out laughing at the way Mike’s eyes bugged out. It wasn’t until she had pulled the towel back up covering her nubile body that Mike looked away.
Maybe it would never have happened no matter how determined Cherry was if that one little look hadn’t happened. Cherry had left the door open to the bathroom. She was getting ready for her shower. She had pushed her top up off her breasts and stepped out of her skirt when Mike walked by and glanced in. He was transfixed for a moment, then as always, looked away. Cherry was used to that, he’d try so hard to pretend he hadn’t seen anything. She waited for him to look back as his feet had frozen him to that spot. She pouted a bit as he looked back. He couldn’t stop his head from turning to see her in all her beauty. When he could look up he saw the pout her arms still caught in her top. “What?” he asked, trying to ignore the bared breasts that were like magnets to his eyes or her bare pussy that hypnotized him.
“Do you think I’m ugly?” Cherry asked as she finished taking off her top which knocked off the hat she was wearing and tossed both to the floor.
“My God, no. You are beautiful,” he said as he stood rooted looking at this beautiful, sexy young woman.
“Then why do you look away like I am?” she asked.
“Cherry, because I shouldn’t be looking,” he said his eyes now devouring the girl.
Cherry knew that look, both personally and from her mom’s clients. She struck a pose even though she had been subconsciously posing the whole time, “Do you really think I’m beautiful?”
Tongue tied, Mike nodded. Finally recovering a bit, he said, “I have to fix dinner,” and he fled.
At first, recovering as he was from seeing Cherry in all of her natural glory and beauty, Mike didn’t think about how that scene had played out. Later, when his emotions were settled again, it came back. It puzzled him how calm Cherry had been. As he thought about what it had to mean, it slowly dawned on him. Cherry had been doing these things on purpose. That stunned him a little. He had to think of her differently, knowing that she was trying to seduce him, for that is exactly what she was trying to do.
After dinner Mike took the bull by the horns. “Cherry,” he said. “I know you’ve been doing it on purpose.”
Cherry was confused, “Huh?”
“Cherry, I know,” he insisted.
“Mike,” she said. “I don’t.”
He realized she didn’t get it. “The shower, the towel, the little scene. I know you’re doing it on purpose.”
Her eyes widened. She had no idea he had caught on. She blushed, but quickly recovered. “Oh. Well, sooner or later you needed to figure it out.”
“What’s the idea?” Mike asked the girl.
“Duh? Why would a woman tease a man?” she asked.
He sat there for a moment processing. His 80286 wasn’t up to the task. “Were you trying to seduce me?”
Cherry laughed gaily. “Duh!”
“But Cherry. You’re too young,” he declared.
She looked at him, holding his gaze. “Mike, I’ve been raped and I’ve sold my booty to get even with the rapist. Vivian helped me realize that was why I was doing that, to show him. I’m not too young. I’ve had lots of sex with men I didn’t want to. It’s time I had sex with the one man I want to. I’m not too young, in a way I’m too old. Mike, show me what it is like to make love with a man who cares about me. A man I want to have sex with. Yeah, I’ve been trying to seduce you. About time you worked out the solution to the problem.”
“Cherry, I… I…” Mike stumbled along.
Near tears, but unwilling to show him, she stood up from the table. “I’m going to take a shower. The door will be open, if you want to join me,” she said.
Mike was stunned. The words kept going around in his head. ‘Too young, too old.’ She was too young, but in another way she was right, she was too old in experience not to know the sweet caress of a lover. She had only known commercial sex and hostile sex. But it wasn’t the words that convinced Mike, even though they allowed his mind to finally acquiesce; it was the vision of her, her beauty and sexiness, her cute ass, driving him.
He heard the shower come on. He stood and went into his room, throwing off his clothes and grabbing his towel. What was funny was he didn’t even argue with himself. It was like he knew this was the right thing for him and for her. The door was open. He hung up his towel, the room already becoming steamy. He could see her faint outline through the shower door. He opened it and stepped in, his cock half erect in anticipation.
Cherry smiled as she looked him up and down. “I’m glad you came.”
“Thank you for inviting me,” he said. “Would you like me to wash you?”
Suddenly, it was Cherry’s turn to be a little uncertain. She had planned it, wanted it, desired it, but now that it was here, she was anxious. She handed Mike the soap. He took it and rubbed it over her flat hard belly. Having his hands on her skin made Cherry jump inside. She had to put her hands on the wall to steady herself.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded, then smiled as she knew it was going to happen; what she had been dreaming of for weeks. “Yeah, I’m okay. Mike, I’ve seen lots of sex, but in a way this is like my first time.”
Mike ran his soapy hands over her breasts. “Thank you for asking me,” he said.
She smiled up at him. Cherry began to enjoy his touch as it lit off her desires. “Um…” she hummed in pleasure as his hands moved over her.
“Turn around,” he said.
After she had, he soaped up her back and legs. Then he soaped up her cute butt, letting his hands linger on the soft globes of her ass. Taking the soap bar in one hand, he rubbed it between her cheeks. Cherry gasped from the unexpected sensation as he ran the bar deep between her butt cheeks. His hand followed, the fingers trailing over her sensitive spots. She gasped again as his soapy fingers rubbed her rosebud, cleaning it thoroughly before one finger dipped into her knuckle deep.
“Oh God,” she said in surprise.
“Got to make sure you’re really clean,” he said as his finger slid into her ass. His finger moved back and forth in her tight backside. “Like it?” he whispered into her ear.
Cherry knew about anal sex. Her mother occasionally had done that, complaining to Cherry how men didn’t appreciate a woman giving them something that special. Now she was feeling the sensations herself. “It feels strange, but nice,” she whispered back.
“If we’re going to be lovers, we’re going to do all sorts of things,” Mike said.
“Mike, my mom was a hooker. I know about it all,” she said.
“It’s one thing to know about it, it’s something different to do it.” He slowly pulled his finger from her bottom and finished washing her back. He had her turn so that her back was rinsed off. “But do you want to do them?” he asked.
She put her arms around his neck, pulling her face up to his. “With you, yes,” as she planted her lips on his. They kissed, lips opening and tongues finding each other. That finished the job of getting his cock erect. Cherry felt it and pressed against it. As she pulled back from the kiss, she said, “I love you.”
He smiled gently, “I love you. I guess I’ve known that for a while and just haven’t admitted it to myself. I didn’t want to be a pervert.”
“We’ve waited too long. Take me to bed,” she asked.
He turned off the water. They quickly dried each other with their towels, before Mike pulled her along to his bedroom.
They fell into his bed and came together, kissing passionately. Mike was as turned on as he could ever remember. Part of it was the love he felt for the girl. Part of it, a part he wouldn’t have admitted was that she was fourteen and a student. Mike was finally going to be able to experience all those fantasies he had for the girls in his classes, all of them at once in Cherry. And part of the excitement was knowing that she might be young, but he didn’t have to worry that she was inexperienced or wouldn’t know what to do. She knew.
Cherry pushed him onto his back, straddled his thighs, taking his hard throbbing cock into her lips, and sucking and licking it. She had learned from a pro and she sucked and licked while stroking his cock so well Mike had to fight not to cum too soon.
“Cherry, stop, please…” he groaned.
“Why?” she asked then took him back into her mouth.
“I’m going to cum if you don’t stop,” he said urgently.
“Ummm,” Cherry buzzed around his cock while stroking faster.
Mike grabbed her head and pulled her off. “No, sweetie. I want to fuck you.”
Cherry smiled. It was the first time she was actually looking forward to fucking. That thought flitted through her mind as she smiled and climbed up over Mike’s body. She straddled his hips, grabbed his cock, lined up, and settled down, sliding her pussy onto his hard shaft. “Oh, Mike,” she sighed as she hit bottom.
Mike couldn’t believe she felt so tight. She had sex, but it had been with boys. In a way, she was still a virgin for a man. Mike was entering untouched territory.
As she bottomed out, Cherry began rubbing against him, moving back and forth and around. Mike grabbed her hips and guided her to start moving up and down. The sounds of sex filled the room as Cherry and Mike came together again and again. Her passion rose in a way she had never felt before. For the first time, she was going to climax while having sex. Her eyes closed and her head fell back as it exploded in her loins then filled her body. She writhed on top of him, then fell forward onto his chest.
Mike felt her pussy spasm around his cock and felt the flood of her cum before she fell forward. He stroked her sweaty back, then started fucking up into her. She quickly responded and began pressing back to meet his thrusts. “Roll over,” he said in her ear.
They rolled to the side and Mike quickly pulled out and got behind her. He lifted her hips, her head still on the bed, lined up with her pussy and slid back into her. He watched his cock disappear into her holding on to her cute little butt.
She moaned as she felt him fill her again, this time in a completely different way. He began fucking her slamming into her over and over, his cock sliding over her clitoris and the head of his cock grinding deeply into her G spot. She had never felt anything like this before. Her mom had told her about these things but feeling them in her own body for the first time, the pleasure exploded. “Yes, yes, yes,” Cherry chanted in time with his thrusts her fingers grasping at the sheets.
Mike loved the sensations as he drove deeply into the girl. When she next spasmed around his cock, it was more than he could take. He felt the rumbles deep in his loins then the pressure as his cock exploded, filling the girl burst after burst with his cum. He saw the whitish mixture of cum clinging to his shaft as he worked it in and out. Then, drained, Mike fell back out of the girl. She fell forward onto the bed and Mike lay down next to her. She turned into his chest and he wrapped her in his arms.
“I love you,” she said.
“Cherry, I love you.”
She looked up startled. “Really?”
“Yes, really. He touched the tip of her nose with his finger. “I love you and I want you in my bed from now on.”
Happy in a way she had never felt before, Cherry put her head against his chest and feeling protected and loved, fell asleep.
Mike also fell asleep but not before wondering if what they had done was right. It felt right, but society said it wasn’t.
Copyright Rod O'Steele © 2009