Cherry the Cheerleader

Chapter 1

No one grows up to have the exact life they had imagined for themselves as a kid.� In my youth, I always imagined that I would marry my high school sweetheart and make a fortune working as a fireman.� I couldn�t have been more wrong.� But then again, perhaps I wasn�t so far off the mark.

High school, for me, was a chore.� I knew what I wanted to do with my life and it didn�t include college: I wanted to be a fireman.� To me, it was the ultimate real life �superhero� job.� I wanted to be the one to receive the call for help and rush in to save the damsel in distress, caught in her worst nightmare.� And since I�d spend so much time at the firehouse and eating there, I�d save my paychecks and I�d be rich in a matter of a few years!� Again, I was wrong about that.

Not long after I finished school, I was hired as a full time fireman.� The fire chief pulled me aside on my very first day on the job to give me a piece of advice.� He said, �Listen kid: you are going to get a lot of advice over the next few years from these guys.� Some of it will be good; some won�t be worth a shit.� But I�m going to give you the one bit of advice that you had better take.�� He just looked me dead in my eyes to let me know how serious he was.� I simply responded with, �ok��� He continued, �Get you an outlet.�� I didn�t understand and it must have shown on my face.� Elaborating, he said, �This job�it can slowly eat you alive.� You are going to help a lot of people, of course.� But there will be some that you can�t help.� The ones that are gone before you get there aren�t the ones you�ll see at night; it�s the ones that die in front of you that will haunt.� And it�s not as bad when it�s some ugly fat guy like me�it�s the kids that die that will make you want to rip your eyes out at night.�

I began to understand what he was talking about and was pondering his advice.� Then he said, �If you don�t find an outlet�something to do with your time off to get your mind off of this job�an outlet will find you.� You don�t want that.�� Then he whispered to me in confidence, �Look at Brian over there; he didn�t find one, so alcohol found him.� And Garry over there; gambling found him.� That�s why we call him �Flush�; it�s after the poker hand and what he�s doing with his life�flushing it down the toilet.� You understand?�� I nodded in complete understanding and asked, �What did you find?�� He smiled slightly and said, �Me?� I found fly fishing!� You�re a good kid, rook�find something soon.�� I knew I was going to take that advice�

For reasons I could never figure out, I was never very successful with the ladies.� Not to �blow my own whistle�, but I am better than just average looking; I�m in perfect shape since I am a firefighter, and I was always really nice to everyone.� But perhaps I was TOO nice, because it was always the same thing: �I just think of you as a good friend.� �I�d had a girlfriend here and there and sometimes it would last a few months, but there was never one that I felt like she was �the one�.

But surely at some point I�d rush into a burning building or pull someone out of a wrecked, burning car moments before it exploded and save the hot young woman from certain death and she would fall in love with me.� Yet again, I could not have been more wrong.� Indeed, most people I helped rescue were elderly, extremely obese, ugly, married, or MEN.� The guys at the house were merciless with me because they knew what I wanted to happen; making fun of me after I pulled granny out of her burning car�giving her CPR to save her life�I became �Lucky Mann� (my name is David Mann).� Of course there was the occasional hot girl that would need help, but as I learned, when a person is having their worst day ever, the last thing on their mind is, �Hey, who�s the cute guy that pulled me of the fire?�

It took several years of being a fireman before the dream began to fade.� I still loved my work, but I slowly realized that it wasn�t going to find me love.� I started going out to the clubs and bars, but that seemed like a dangerous road: I still had not found my outlet and I didn�t want alcohol to �find me�.� Besides, I could never find what I was looking for at the club�they were full of gaggles of married women having a �girl�s night out� or single mom�s looking for a father for their kid and an income.� And that was something else that hadn�t worked out as planned�my bank account balance didn�t exactly have a lot of digits in front of the decimal point!

It was a Thursday night and I was not on call.� I had gone to the gym as per usual and put in a quick 2 hour work out before going back to my small apartment.� After getting a shower, I decided to kill some time by going on line (which meant I was going to surf some porn, rub one out, and go to bed).� As with many guys in their mid 20�s, this was nothing unusual, but I was getting bored with this routine.� Instead of going to my typical sites, I began looking for something new.

I realized that porn wasn�t what I really wanted; I wanted interaction with someone�someone real.� Not knowing where to start, I decided to check out an online dating site.� I couldn�t believe I was resorting to a personals site, but at least this way I didn�t have to get dressed and spend (waste?) what little hard-earned money I had on drinks.

The site was offering a �free trial�, but you still needed a credit card to prove you were of legal age.� I had no problem with that and set up my account, thus beginning my life of meeting on line with strangers.� I felt a little disheartened at where my life had gone in the �romance� department, but there were worse things in the world.� It didn�t take long for me to figure out that a lot of people are not at all who they say they are, and I was quick to learn how to weed them out from the honest ones.� Good rule of thumb: if they �don�t have a camera� or �the camera is broken�, then it�s probably a dude.

I kept my search area to somewhere I could drive in less than 15 minutes because I didn�t want to waste gas on meeting someone that would likely be a �dead end�.� In retrospect, I guess my optimism was not all that high.� After several weeks of checking messages, making contacts and being disappointed, I started to check less and less frequently.� But then one day, I had a note from someone I had not seen before.

Her user name was Cheerry4fun and she had been a member for over a year.� She didn�t have a picture posted, so I figured there was probably �something wrong� with her.� But I opened the note anyway out of sheer morbid curiosity.� Her profile gave all of her stats: Age, Sex, Location, Likes, Dislikes, and etc�� She was 19 and located about 30-45 minutes away (which is why I never saw her before) and we seemed to have the same tastes in most things that dating sites seem to think are important�music, movies, politics, religion�� It wasn�t hard to believe that she was 19; her note to me was full of things like �LOL�, �OMG�, �AWESOME�, and so on.� At the same time, it wasn�t annoying the way she had written it.� Rather, it was more like she had a really fun nature and I was intrigued.

I sent Cheerry4fun a note back, telling her a bit more about myself and she replied within moments.� We emailed back and forth a few times and I learned her name was Cherry.� After many emails and both of us feeling some kind of connection, we set up to meet in a chat room and, once there, we decided to go on camera to talk.� I was bracing myself for the worst as the screen went from black to blurry and then focused on her.� When the picture came in, I was absolutely floored.� Cherry was drop-dead-gorgeous!� She had beautiful light red hair that flowed in lazy curls down her shoulders and she had a face like a porcelain doll.� There were a few freckles across her nose, green eyes and the nicest set of lips I had ever seen!� Her eyebrows matched her hair and that gave me some less-than-pure thoughts.

Cherry smiled wide as she sat back from her camera and said, �HI!� It�s nice to finally see you, David!�� I sat in stunned silence, unable to respond.� Finally she asked, �Can you hear me?�� Her question about a possible technical problem with the computer brought me out of my trance just enough to answer her.� �Oh, yeah; I can hear you,� I said.� She asked if the camera was working and I told her it was working perfectly.� She started to look a little uneasy and I realized I probably looked like a chained, starving dog with a steak that was just out of reach.� I snapped out of it and apologized.� �I�m sorry: you are not exactly what I was expecting to see�and I mean that in the best possible of ways!�� She laughed and returned the compliment to me.� I said, �You are beautiful: why don�t you put your picture up on your profile page?�� She replied, �That�s why I am on line to begin with.� Most guys look at me and the only thing they see is a possible opportunity to get a piece.�� I said, �Yeah, well, guys are pigs.� What can you do?�� She laughed and our conversation took off from there.

We chatted for what felt like 20 to 30 minutes when I realized the sun was coming up�we had been up all night!� I told Cherry that, regretfully, I had to go to work.� She said it was ok because she had to go, too and, before signing off, we said we would look for each other again later.

Having gone all night without sleep, I should have been a wreck at work, but surprisingly, I was rejuvenated.� I went about checking the gear�making sure everything was ready to go if a call came in�with a spring in my step as they say.� I didn�t even have to be entirely focused on what I was doing; I was more or less on autopilot after doing the daily routine so many times over the years.� It was around mid afternoon when the chief came up to me and asked, �So, what did you find?�� I was deep in thought about Cherry when he�d asked me, so it took a second to understand what he was asking me.� After a few seconds of a blank stare from me, he said, �You are different today�better.� You must have found an outlet, yeah?�� Suddenly realizing what he was talking about, I said, �Oh, that; Yeah.� Well, maybe�it�s too soon to tell for sure.�� Chief laughed as though he�d heard that line before and said, �Well, don�t you go putting a ring on her finger too fast!� Not just any woman is cut out for this life!�� I just smiled and nodded, surprised that he could read me so easily, but then figured he�d been around for a while so he knew what he was talking about.

The day passed with nothing more than a minor accident that we were called out on as a precaution.� I got off work and couldn�t wait to get to my computer.� The moment I signed in, I saw that I had several messages from Cherry.� Each of them said the same thing in different words�she just wanted to know if I was on line yet.� I sent her reply to the third one and moments later she responded.� We met up in our chat room and went about telling each other about our days.

After talking for a while and still hitting it off well, I asked her if she wanted to meet.� She was a little hesitant at first which took me a little by surprise.� I started to back pedal a little to keep her from being embarrassed for me asking so soon, but she assured me that wasn�t the problem.� She explained her car wasn�t running right and had dropped it off at the shop and had to rely on a friend for a ride.� She didn�t say it, but I was sure she wasn�t ready for me to show up to her door yet.� We were getting along great, but we were still strangers over the �net, after all.

I asked when her car would be ready and she said it should be done that Saturday.� I said that would be perfect since that was my next day off and offered to meet on �neutral ground��a shopping mall approximately half way between us.� She agreed to the mall and I let her pick the time and exact location.� We exchanged cell phone numbers (just in case) and we both agreed to cut the conversation �short� (since it was already 2:30am) because we needed to get SOME sleep.� I couldn�t believe I�d been talking to her for over 6 hours again!

I decided not to call Cherry on her cell phone until after she called mine.� I didn�t want to come across as another one of the �pigs� that I mentioned to her.� That night I was on call all night, so I wasn�t able to chat on line.� She called me later in the evening to see if I was ok (wondering why I hadn�t logged on) and I explained about my work schedule.� She apologized and said she would talk to me later.� Before she could hang up, I told her that it was �ok� and that I could talk to her on the phone�it wasn�t a problem.� She said, �That�s really sweet of you David, but you are at work.� What you do is really important and you don�t need me distracting you while you are working.� Someone�s life could depend on it.� Ok?�� I told her that she was �probably� right (knowing full well how right she was) and thanked her for understanding.� We said our �good-byes� and hung up.

I turned around and Chief was standing right behind me, eyeing me knowingly.� For a big guy, he was stealthier than a cat with ninja training.� �Was that her?� he asked.� I answered, �Yeah, Chief; that was her�said we shouldn�t talk since I�m on call��� He just nodded approvingly.

Not ten minutes went by and, sure enough, we were called out on a structural fire.� As soon as we heard the first part of the street address, we knew where we were going.� It was a local restaurant with a �gimmick��it had an actual clay oven that they used for all of their cooking.� The only problem was the damn thing was always catching the roof on fire�we had been there MANY times, but never to eat.� No, every time we went to this particular restaurant, it was on �business�.

We rolled up and saw immediately that this call was going to be a little different.� The place was fully involved.� Usually we�d get there and there would be a ton of smoke billowing out of the one end of the roof near the oven.� But this time, the flames could be seen through the windows as we rounded the corner.�� We were all a little surprised to see it going up like it was, but we had our game faces on and got to work.� It took a while to get it under control and the place (what was left of it) was still smoking in the morning.� The owner said it got out of control this time because the insurance company said that if there was another fire they would cancel his insurance, so they tried to put it out on their own first.� Chief just shook his head and said, �Damn insurance companies��� However, once we left the owner of the pile of ashes to clean up his mess, Chief �changed his position� and said, �What an idiot: trying to put out a roof fire with a garden hose and a couple of CO2 bottles�What�d he think was going to happen?�� We had a pretty good laugh at that, but mostly because we executed our job perfectly and nobody got hurt.

We got back to the firehouse and went through the routine of prepping all of our gear for the next call before getting a much needed shower and even more needed sleep.� The rest of that Friday was quiet and my shift ended without another callout.

I went home and couldn�t wait to call Cherry.� It was around noon when I tried to call her, but she didn�t answer.� Instead, I got a text from her that said she couldn�t talk at the moment, but she would call in a few hours.

True to her word, she called me back just before 3:00.� We finalized our plans to meet at the mall the next morning and decided to keep the conversation short so we wouldn�t end up talking all night and be too tired to actually meet!

That night was one of the longest nights ever for me.� I wasn�t nervous about meeting Cherry; I was overly excited.� We had not even met face to face yet and already I felt some kind of strong connection to her�we just seemed to �click�.� I forced myself to go to bed early, but everything kept me awake: a dog barking; the refrigerator running; the whir of the ceiling fan; the constant thumping of my heart�

I got up early and took another shower, just in case there was still any residual smell of smoke on me.� I barely noticed it anymore, but sometimes others could tell if I�d been to a fire recently, so it didn�t hurt to shower again.� When I got out of the shower, I saw that I had only killed 30 minutes and it was still hours before I was to meet Cherry.� But I knew that sitting around my place was going to drive me crazy, so I headed to the mall.

When I got there, it was still so early that the mall wasn�t even open yet and, other than people that actually worked there I was probably the first customer to show up.� I circled around to find the food court since we had agreed to meet there and parked.� Soon enough, others started to show up and a small crowd of about a dozen people gathered outside the doors.� I just sat in the car, waiting for them to go inside.

After an eternity, the doors opened and everyone started filing in, so I got out and �joined� them.� I looked at the time and saw that it was going to be another hour before Cherry would be there, so I just walked around the mall to familiarize myself with the layout; besides�I was too excited to just sit still.� I grabbed a coffee, even though I didn�t really drink it that often.� I figured I could probably use the caffeine.

Thirty minutes before we were due to meet, Cherry called me to make sure we were still on for meeting at the mall!� I said, �Um, yeah; of course!�� She paused for a second (presumably listening to the background noise) and asked me, �Are you already there?!�� I admitted that I was but then said, �I just got here a few moments ago.�� It was a flat-out lie, but I didn�t want to seem more eager that I already did.� Cherry laughed and said, �Ok, I�ll be there in a little bit!�

I was on the edge of my seat but trying to keep myself looking as relaxed as possible (which isn�t easy to do on a chair in the food court).� I kept my eye on the door, waiting for Cherry to walk in.� After about 20 minutes, I heard someone behind me question my name, �David?�� I spun my head around and saw the most beautiful girl I�d ever seen: it was Cherry.� I had seen her on the web cam, but in person Cherry was a fine work of art.� She was absolutely gorgeous and she was dressed very casual�I couldn�t imagine what she would be like if she were going formal or �sexy�.� She was wearing a black pair of yoga shorts and a simple tank top that showed no small amount of her amazing cleavage.� Cherry was about 5�5� and she had a very tone body�I couldn�t help but check her out.� Her legs were athletic, but not so muscular that they looked manly.� Her hair was virtually glowing in the light; slightly darker than a strawberry blond and flowing down to her shoulders.� If Cherry had been around in the days of Leonardo De Vinci, no one would have ever remembered Mona Lisa�

I stood immediately and we hugged each other hello.

I said, �Hey, Cherry!� I didn�t see you come in; it�s so good to finally meet you!�

Cherry said, �Yeah, I parked on the other side of the mall where I usually park�it�s good to meet you, too!� This is my friend, Olivia.�

Before she mentioned her friend, I didn�t even realize that she had a friend with her.� But I wasn�t put off by her bringing her along since she didn�t really know me yet.� Olivia looked like she was at least two years younger than Cherry�probably still in high school is what I figured�jail bait for sure.� She was a little shorter than Cherry, but had the same tone body.� However, her breasts were nowhere near as impressive as Cherry�s.� I told Olivia that it was nice to meet her as well, before turning my attention back to Cherry.

We set about walking towards our �non-destination� (just walking around the mall) while talking and getting to know more about each other.� The more we talked, the more I liked Cherry and I could tell she was feeling the same way.� Everything I said she thought was funny or the most interesting thing she�d ever heard.� And honestly, I felt the same way about what she had to say.� It was like being in middle school again!

We decided to stop for lunch and Cherry looked at Olivia�nodding her head to one side (the universal sign of �would you mind taking off and leaving us to ourselves?�).� Olivia asked Cherry, �You ok, then?�� Cherry just nodded �yes� and Olivia gave Cherry a hug before she dismissed herself.

Once Olivia was out of the picture, I said, �She seems like a good friend for you.� How did you guys come to be friends?�

Cherry asked, �What do you mean?�

I said, �Well, she�s got to be 2 or 3 years younger than you; are you neighbors or something?�

She said, �Huh?� Oh, yeah: we�re neighbors� and we have the whole cheerleading thing in common.�

That explained the shape they were in!� I said, �You didn�t tell me you were a cheerleader when you were in school.�

Cherry said, �Yeah: I�ve always loved cheerleading, so��

I said, �That�s cool: I�ve always had a thing for cheerleaders!�

She knew I was just making a flirtatious joke and she playfully hit me in the arm.� Even though she was playing, it was still a solid hit�I�d have to go easy on the teasing jokes, I thought.

We sat down to eat and I felt like I was staring at my future in front of me.� I knew so much about Cherry, but I wanted to know more.� I asked her to tell me about her life growing up.

She said, �Well, I was basically brought up by my mom.� My Mom and Dad never married and that was probably for the best.� He seems to just kind of tolerate her for my sake�when he�s actually in town, that is.� He�s �ok� when we spend time together, but with him being gone so much, it�s like we never really connected.� You know?�� I nodded in understanding.

I said, �Yeah, I kind of know what you mean.� My Father used to travel from time to time as well; not as much as it sounds like your Dad did, but he was gone at least a half dozen times a year for a week or two.�

Cherry said, �But, where my Dad fell short, my Mom came through.� She has always been there for me and has always been in my corner.� She�s like my best friend.�

She continued telling me all about her childhood; how she got into cheerleading as a little girl and stayed with it through high school.� I asked if she could still fit in her high school cheerleading uniform and she said, �Yeah, of course.�� I told her that I wasn�t surprised; she was still in amazing shape.� She just smiled and looked down sheepishly, seemingly embarrassed by the compliment.� Keeping her face turned down, she looked up into my eyes, still smiling and I was suddenly aware that I was falling in love with Cherry.

I said, �Listen, Cherry: I don�t want to freak you out and send you running for the hills or anything, but I have to tell you�I really like spending time with you.� And before we leave here today, I want you to know that.� And I�m hoping you feel the same way.�

Cherry seemed to become more bashful and just nodded her head �yes�.� We spent the next several minutes just looking at each other in silence; smiling like school kids.� I found it hard to believe that Cherry hadn�t heard compliments so often that she�d become bored with them.� But as she explained, most guys were clearly just trying to get a piece of ass from her and she could tell that I was not just one of �those guys�.

I broke the completely comfortable silence by asking, �So, when can I see you again?�

Cherry asked, �Does this mean our first date is over?�

I said, �No, but I like that you said �first date��� No, I just can�t wait to know when we can do this again.�

She smiled at me and said, �Soon; I�ll have to look at the schedule and I�ll let you know�but soon.�

I knew she must be working and needed to look at her work schedule.� For that matter, I needed to check my own.� But I was content to know that she was just as anxious to go on a second date as I was.

We finished lunch and started walking around again.� But this time Cherry took my hand in hers as we walked and that simple gesture sent charges of electricity through my body.� I started to notice other guys checking her out and I could tell they were jealous of me.� It�s amazing what a beautiful girl on your arm can do for the male ego!

We must have walked for miles through the mall with absolutely no actual shopping agenda.� I knew I was going to kiss her before we parted ways, but I wasn�t sure how I was going to broach the subject�do I just go in and kiss her, or should I ask her permission first?� How does she prefer the first kiss to be handled?� I just didn�t know yet.

As if she were reading my mind, she stopped me, turned to face me and said, �If you don�t kiss me pretty soon, I�ll never forgive you.�

Without skipping another beat, I leaned down to her as she went up on her toes, lifted her face to me and we kissed for the first time, right there in the middle of the mall.� That kiss was perfect in all respects.� We weren�t �making out� with our arms and hands all over each other while jamming tongues in the other�s mouth.� Instead, it was sweet, soft and tender; mouths just barely open.� The best fireworks in China didn�t compare to the display going off in my head at that moment.� The kiss lasted for about 5-7 seconds and I felt her begin to melt and fall.� Before she could, I caught her just as her legs failed her.� A second or two later and she regained her composure but was only able to say, �Wow�, blinking as though she had just awoke from a dream.� I agreed, saying, �Yeah�me too.�

When Cherry was again steady on her feet we began to walk again and her phone alerted her with a text.� It was Olivia saying she had to get going soon.� Since Cherry was her ride, I knew that our first date was coming to an end.� But it was ok because I knew there would be many more to come!

I assumed we were walking towards Olivia but instead we went down one of the long hallways that led to the restrooms.� Before going in, Cherry whispered in my ear something that didn�t make much sense at first.� She whispered, �Wait until the coast is clear.�� I didn�t know what she meant until she went in the bathroom marked �family� with the male and female figures on it...� She wanted me to join her once there was no one else around!

It didn�t take long before there were no more witnesses and I knocked on the door.� The lock clicked open; I went inside.� Cherry pulled me in past the door and closed it behind us, locking it once more.� We kissed again, but this time there was more passion to it.� She held on tighter this time and soon we were making out!� She broke our kiss to ask me a question.

�Will you promise to not think I�m a slut if I want to try something?�

I loved the set up question! And I certainly didn�t think she was a slut.� I wanted her just as much as she apparently wanted me.� I said, �Of course I won�t think of you as a slut!� What did you have in mind?�

She said, �Well, I really like you�a lot.� But I�m not ready to have sex with you yet.� But, I�d think I�d really� like to�try��� She seemed to become shy again as her words trailed off.

I asked, �Like to try what?�

She looked up at me and couldn�t bring herself to say the words, so she just pushed her cheek out with her tongue while raising her eyebrows to ask a question.

My dick was answering her �question� before I could (we were in agreement, anyway).� She felt the growing bulge in my shorts and began to attentively open my fly.� She pulled my shorts and boxers down together and my now raging cock was ready.

She looked up at me and said, �I�ve never done this before, so��

I said, �What?� On a first date or in a public bathroom?�

Cherry said, �No; I mean yes; I mean both.� I�ve never done this before�ever.�

I said, �You mean you�ve never gone down on a guy before?�

She just shook her head and I told her that I could coach her through it if she wanted, but I thought it would be better if she just did it the way she felt was right for her.� Cherry smiled, nodded and said, �ok�.

Cherry knelt in front of me but the tile floor hurt her knees.� I took my shirt off and folded it up for her and she admired my chest and abs.� She put my shirt under her knees before she took my dick in her hand and just looked at it for a few seconds, studying it.� She stroked it a few times gingerly and brought her face up close.� My dick had never been so hard in my life.� She looked up at me and smiled again, her eyes shining bright.� Ever so slowly, she closed the distance until the head rested gently on her beautiful lips.� She kept her lips closed and moved her mouth side to side, rubbing my dick on her lips like it was a large obscene lipstick.

Cherry pulled back to look at my raging boner again and I thought if it got any harder it would split the skin.� She stroked it a few more times and then she gave the very tip a gentle kiss.� I could see a trace of her lipstick on the tip and I was in agonizing heaven.� Cherry stuck her tongue out and licked the underside, almost as an experiment.� For a first timer with no directions, she was off to an amazing start.� She kissed the head a few more times before finally opening her mouth and taking in the head.� She looked up at me and I had a hard time to keep from blowing my wad already.� With her mouth wrapped around my cock head she asked, �MMM?�� I said, �Oh, yeah: that is amazing!�� My hand went reflexively to her head, but I didn�t push her down on my cock.� Instead, I just stroked her beautiful hair; running my fingers through it.� Cherry slowly took in more of my dick and I quickly had no problem believing she was a first timer�not because she wasn�t good (she was GREAT), but because her gag reflexes were sensitive.� She was only about a third of the way down when she choked and saliva flowed from her mouth.� I told her to take her time to get used to it.� There was no need for her to push herself.� She backed off and stroked my shaft a few times while recovering her breath.� She sucked my cock back in past her gorgeous lips and began to bob up and down as much as she could.� After 20 to 30 seconds of bobbing, she would push down a little further and hold herself there for several seconds.

It didn�t take long before she could regain her breath without taking my dick out of her mouth.� Her eyes were glassy from the gag reflex, but she was sexy as hell when she looked up at me like that!� Each time she recovered, she went down harder and further.� When she was just over half way down, I felt my dick touch the back of her throat and she came up coughing.

I said, �You don�t have to impress me; you can take it easy if you want�I want you to enjoy it, too.� You are amazing!�

Cherry said, �I AM enjoying it!� Seeing your reaction is the most fun I�ve ever had!�

I had been with a few girls in my life, and sex was always good.� But not one of them was as good as Cherry.� In fact, all I could think about as she made my cock disappear in her mouth was that if I never had another sexual encounter for the rest of my life it would be ok as long as I remembered this moment with her!

My orgasm was building fast and I warned her.� I figured it would be pretty rude to just blast a load in the mouth of a first timer.

She asked, �What will it taste like?� Is it gross?�

I laughed a little and said, �Well, from personal experience, I don�t know!� Some say it�s good, others say it�s awful.� But everyone says it�s usually pretty salty.�

She said, �Yeah, I think I tasted some a little while ago.�

I said, �You probably did.� But there will be a lot more when I cum and it will be much more salty.�

Cherry winked at me and said, �I like salty things�� as she went back down on me.

Cherry�s red hair was bouncing as her head bobbed up and down my shaft.� She was holding on to my hips�using just her lips and tongue on my engorged cock.� A ring of her lipstick formed around my cock at the point she couldn�t go past and the vision was too much to bear.� My balls flexed and my orgasm struck hard.� The first blast was a direct hit to the back of her throat and was never to be seen again.� She pulled back instinctively and the second blast splattered all over her now closed lips and chin.� And the suddenness of the second blast shocked her so much that she opened her mouth in surprise�just in time for the third round to shoot inside her mouth.� By that time, she knew what was going on and just held her mouth open while my orgasm finished.� After the third shot I lost count of how many ropes of cum I shot in and around her mouth, but I�d bet it was at least seven.

Seeing her porcelain, doll-like face with my cum all over it was so amazingly hot that I didn�t ever want to stop cumming.� I was staring at her in awe and she said, �Take a picture: it will last longer.�� She meant it as a joke, but I reached down, grabbed my phone and pulled up the camera app.� As I did this, she put the head of my dick back in her mouth and looked up at me while pushing some of my cum past her lips to collect on my cock.� I took several pictures and she did her best to smile.� Cherry pulled off of me and used her finger to wipe a big dollop of cum off of her upper lip and made a production of putting it in her mouth before swallowing it.� I took at least a dozen pictures of her doing it, too.

Just then, her phone buzzed.� �Olivia?� I asked.� She looked at her phone and said that it was and that she had to go.� Cherry thanked me for the wonderful time and I told her that, of course, the pleasure was all mine.� But I wanted to make it up to her next time�

Cherry cleaned herself up and I got dressed.� We didn�t have a way to know if anyone was outside, so we just took our chances and walked out together.� There was one guy that saw us walk out together�he was on his way into the men�s room.� He looked at her, looked at me, and gave me a slight nod up as if to say �way to go, dude�.� Cherry didn�t even look back at him.

We found Olivia, said our �good-bye�s�, and kissed each other, thus ending our first date.� As I we parted ways, I overheard Olivia say to Cherry, �I can�t believe you kissed him on the first date!� You are such a slut!�� She didn�t mean it in an insulting way; it was more of how female friends talk to each other and they both laughed at the faux insult (and for different reasons).

Chapter 2

I was feeling pretty good about my life as I went home; reliving the day in my head.� I couldn�t get Cherry out of my mind and it wasn�t even all about the incredible blow job she�d just given me.� There was a real connection with her and I just enjoyed being with her.� I wasn�t sure if it was love or not; it was still too early to know that for sure, but I knew I really liked her a lot.

I was pulling up in front of my apartment when I realized I couldn�t remember a single detail about the drive home.� Did I run any stoplights or signs?� Did I speed or drive ten miles an hour under the limit?� I couldn�t tell you and I honestly didn�t care very much at that point.� I was on a natural high that I was sure I would never come down from.� But I was, yet again, wrong.

The next day, I was at work and still on my �high� from my date.� It was a normal day in every other respect.� But then we got a call out on a traffic accident.� We bolted to the rig, prepared as always, and barreled out with lights and sirens blasting.

As we approached the scene, Chief turned around to us and said, �This is going to be a bad one, guys.� One DOS (Death On Scene) for sure.� Surgeon: you�re up.�� We all just said in unison, �shit�.

Brian�s nickname was Surgeon; a name he earned because of his skills with the Jaws of Life�NO ONE was better than Brian.

As the scene came into my view, I suddenly knew what Chief was talking about.� The intersection was a bad one: an interstate that ended and turned into local streets at a light.� Travelers unfamiliar with the area and not paying attention could easily miss the signs and signals and blow through it.� And that was exactly what happened.� But this time it was a big rig that blew through the intersection and it was a small car that got creamed.� I couldn�t even tell what kind of car it had been: it looked like a battalion of Abrams tanks drove over it and then used it for target practice.� The front half of the car was nothing more than the bottom of the chassis�engine, transmission, wheels, doors, fenders, roof, and seats were gone.� They weren�t smashed: they were GONE�scattered in a debris field that led to where the truck finally came to rest about a hundred yards down the road.�

As our rig was coming to a stop, we were all saying things like, �Holy shit�, �Goddamn�, �Fuck me�, and even Chief (who had seen everything and nothing fazed him) said, �Son of a fucking Bitch!�

Whoever was in the front seat was dead before the truck finished passing over the car.� But that wasn�t what was going to make this one bad.� There were no less than a dozen motorists clawing feverishly at the remaining wreckage and I knew immediately what that meant.� There was a kid in the back seat.

We jumped out and went to work.� Chief sent the motorists packing, but not before I saw how their hands were cut up from trying to pry the shredded metal away.� Every cop in town seemed to be on scene and they transitioned from rescue to securing the scene and rerouting traffic.

Surgeon began doing his thing and I took my jacket off so that I could try to squeeze myself inside the wreckage more easily.� I looked inside and, sure enough, there was a young girl in a booster seat in the back.� She was covered in blood and she wore a face of permanent shock�eyes wide open, mouth hanging open.� She was not older than seven.� I was just barely able to reach her.

�Honey, can you hear me?� I asked the girl while touching her hand.� The girl was hyperventilating, but her breaths were shallow.� She just kept whispering, �Momma?�

I said, �My name is David and I�m going to get you out of here, ok?� What�s your name?�

The girl looked in my direction but it was as if she was looking right through me.� She managed to squeak out her name: �Katie�.

�Ok, Katie; I need you to stay very still ok, honey?� You are going to hear some loud sounds, but don�t be afraid!� It�s just my friend.� He has a big pair of scissors for cutting metal.� So that sound you hear now is just him helping me get you out of the car ok?�

She weakly responded saying, �ok�.� The roof shifted up and I pushed in further through the twisted wreck.� I had a pen flashlight and I used it to check Katie�s pupils.� She either had a severe concussion or she had just finished doing enough meth to get an elephant high�my bet was on the concussion.� Seemingly out of nowhere, a small neck brace was handed to me and I put it on her.� I continued assessing her and found her shirt was becoming bloodier.� I cut the shirt off of her and, sure enough, she had a puncture wound to the chest.� Once her t-shirt was removed, I saw that bubbles were forming in the blood with each breath she took and that told me that she had a punctured lung.

I yelled out to Garry, �S.C.W. (sucking chest wound)!�� In a flash, a package of plastic, gauze, and tape was handed in to me.� I wiped her skin off around the top and sides of the wound, applied the plastic and secured it, leaving the bottom open so that the blood would be pushed out as she inhaled instead of being pulled into her lungs and drowning her.

�Get us out of here, Surgeon!� I yelled.� �Flush (Garry), tell Chief to call Airwolf!� I said.� �Airwolf� was slang for a life flight; there was no way she was going by ambulance.� Garry said, �It�s already on the way, Lucky.�

I asked Katie how she was doing and she said she was scared.� I told her that I understood and said that she was going to go to the hospital so the doctor can �make sure she was alright�.� I knew Katie was far from �alright�, but I didn�t want to scare her, of course.� She asked if I would go with her and I promised that I would.

The roof peeled back and the sunlight poured in.� Suddenly I could see all too clear just how bad Katie was injured and my confidence (which was already low) plummeted.� In addition to the injuries I had already found, Katie had a compound fracture of her left tibia which exited through her calf muscle, not to mention countless cuts and bruises.� I cut her seatbelt off as EMT�s began to move in and put her on a board for transport and I could hear the sounds of a helicopter landing close by.

Chief was acting as the LSO (landing signals officer) and, as we made our way to the helo, I told him I was staying with her.� There wasn�t time to argue, so he just nodded in agreement.

I let the EMT�s do their job and just held her hand so she would know I was there.� They got her secured in the life flight and were hooking her up to IV�s, plasma, and a heart monitor as the helicopter lifted off.� Suddenly, Katie released her weak grip on my hand and she flat lined.

The small team went into overdrive to bring her back.� They worked on her until we landed at the hospital and a team of doctors took over.� I only stepped back enough to give them room, but I already knew how the day would end.� There was nothing anyone could have done; her little body simply suffered too much damage.� The doctor pronounced her and called out the time.� I wanted to punch him even though it wasn�t his fault.

I spent a few moments with Katie; telling her that I was sorry.� Before leaving, I gave her a small kiss on her forehead and turned to go.

A nurse stopped me and said, �Why don�t you come over here and we�ll take care of you��

I said, �What do you mean?�

The nurse said, �We�ll get you sutured up.�� She pointed to my left shoulder and the back of my head.

I craned my neck to look over my shoulder and only then realized I had at least a four inch gash on my shoulder blade and the back of my t-shirt was soaked with blood.� I felt the back of my head and it was wet, too.

�Oh, I didn�t even notice��

She just pressed her lips together in an understanding �smile� and said, �Over here��

After the stitches in my shoulder and staples in my head were in place, I walked out of the ER wondering how I was going to get back to the station.� I didn�t wonder long: Chief was outside waiting for me.� One look at my face and he knew there was no need to ask about how Katie was doing.

�You know you did it right.�

�I�m not so sure,� I said.

Chief said, �Listen: you know that there are going to be days like this.� We can�t save the world, but we do what we can.� You take a few days and think about it�get past the emotional part and you will see that there was nothing more you could have done.� OK?�

Chief wasn�t one for long speeches, but his short talks had a way of cutting right to the chase and getting to the point.� I nodded without saying a word and Chief drove me home.

The first thing I did was call Cherry.� I had to get my mind off of the day and I knew that Cherry would be the answer.� She picked up right after the first ring.

�It�s about time you called me!� I was starting to think you just used me!� Cherry joked with a smile to her voice.

I said, �I�m sorry: I would have called sooner, but I had a really bad day today.� You don�t want to know the details; trust me.�

Cherry�s voice became more serious and concerned.� �Oh.� Oh, I�m sorry.� What happened?� Are you OK?�

I said, �Yes and no: There was a major accident and�it was the worst I�ve ever seen�let�s leave it at that.� Can you come over?�� I was trying not to tear up and break down and I think she could hear that in my voice.

Cherry answered with uncertainty, �Oh, gosh, I don�t know.� I mean I want to, of course!� I just don�t know if I can get a ride.�

I said, �What�s wrong with your car now?�

�Oh, um�the car is fine, but my Mom has it.� Let me call Olivia and I�ll call you right back.�

I told her �ok� and she hung up.� Several minutes passed and my phone rang.� Answering the phone, Cherry said, �I�ll be there in a little while, but I�ll need you to give me a ride in the morning.� Is that ok?�

�Yeah, that�s fine; I just really need to see you tonight,� I said.� I gave her my address and directions and she said she would be over as soon as possible.� A few minutes later, there was a knock at my door.� I knew it wasn�t Cherry; she lived too far away for it to be her already.� I opened the door and saw my buddies Brian and Garry at my door.

�Hey guys, what�s up,� I asked.� They had never just stopped by unannounced like that before.

Garry held up my car keys and I had a sudden realization for why they were there; they brought my car home for me.� I invited them in for a beer as a way to say �thanks�.� Garry was declining saying that they had to get going, but at the same time, Brian was saying, �sure�.� In hind sight, offering beer to an alcoholic isn�t exactly the best idea in the world, but I wasn�t thinking clearly at that moment.� Fortunately, I didn�t have very much and they didn�t stay long.� We did talk about the accident and about Katie, but it didn�t make any of us feel much better.

A few moments of silent reflection preceded Brian and Garry leaving and I prepared for Cherry�s arrival.� I was just finishing straightening up my apartment when there was a knock at the door.� I opened it and saw Cherry and Olivia at my doorstep.� Just seeing Cherry there made me feel better already.� She turned to Olivia and thanked her for the ride.� Olivia asked her if she was sure about staying here and Cherry nodded and said that she was �fine�.� Olivia told her friend to call her if she needed her for �any reason� while eyeing me suspiciously.� Cherry gave Olivia a hug, kissed her on the cheek, and told her �thank you�.� I invited Olivia to stay for a few minutes but she declined.

Cherry came in and as soon as the door was closed, she set down her overnight bag and gave me a kiss hello.� I was starting to think she had me under some kind of spell because her kisses were nothing short of magical.� If someone fired a shotgun next to my ear while I was kissing her, I�m certain I would not notice.

�I don�t think Olivia likes me very much,� I said in almost a question.

�She feels like she has to protect me sometimes, I guess,� Cherry explained.

�That�s kind of cute, actually,� I responded, �that SHE would feel the need to look after YOU.�

Cherry seemed to think that thought was a little odd but agreed anyway.� I just chalked it up to a �girl thing� and dropped the subject.

�Thank you for coming over.� I can�t tell you how much I needed to see you,� I said.

�I thought about you all day; what happened to you today?� Cherry asked.

I said, �It was one of those nightmare days�the ones you hope never happen but know someday it will.�

�Oh, I�m sorry.� Tell me what happened?�

�Well, you don�t want to know how bad it was, but there was an accident and I ended up pulling a small girl from the wreckage.� I went with her on the life flight to the hospital, but she didn�t make it.�

Cherry was saddened and said, �Oh, that�s awful.� I�m so sorry��

I said, �Everyone tells me that I �did it right�, but she is still gone and it sucks, you know?�

Cherry nodded in understanding and asked, �What can I do to help?�

I told her that just her being here was helping me already.� It felt cheesy to say that, but it was true.� I felt better just knowing that she was there for me.� It was like her presence made me feel more complete; as if Katie�s untimely passing ripped a large portion of my heart out and Cherry replaced it just by showing up.� When I told her how I felt, she just smiled ear to ear and hugged me close, putting her head on my chest.� After hugging for a few moments, I suggested we go and sit on the couch for a while.� I just wanted to hold her close to me.

I sat on the couch and she snuggled up to me, leaning half-way on my lap and resting her head on my chest.� I draped my arm over her, resting my hand on hers and I was absentmindedly running the fingers of my other hand through her light red hair.� There was nothing overtly sexual about our cuddling; it was just very intimate and caring.� Cherry was completely at ease and she closed her eyes; now resting her head in my lap.

She was an absolute vision from every angle and I couldn�t take my eyes off of her.� I began to commit every detail of her face to memory: every curve, every freckle, the way her eyelashes curled, the way dimples formed when she moved her mouth a certain way.� We sat together for what must have been a few hours without moving or talking.� My eyelids began to grow heavy and I was fading in and out of sleep.� Cherry had been asleep for about 20 minutes when she began �talking� in her sleep.� Only, she wasn�t really talking: it was more like a vocal cadence.� She was humming mostly single syllables in a monotone voice.� After a few seconds of trying to figure out what she was doing, I remembered that she said she had been a cheerleader in school.� �She must be remembering when she was in high school,� I thought with an amused smile.

Cherry interlocked her fingers with mine and brought our hands to rest tightly against her chest, right in between her magnificent breasts.�� Until that moment, there had been nothing sexual about being on the couch with her.� But now I couldn�t stop looking at her chest and my dick was getting ideas, threatening to poke her in the back of her head.� I was losing the battle with my growing erection when Cherry yawned and woke up.

�What time is it?� she asked.

I said, �It�s getting a little late. �You have to go to work in the morning, right?�

�Yeah, something like that.� We should go to bed.�

I thought about offering to sleep on the couch since I wasn�t sure what her thoughts were on the subject of sleeping together, but before I could say anything, she got up while still holding my hand and said, �come on�.� We walked down the hallway and she excused herself into the bathroom while telling me that she would �be just a few minutes�.� I stripped down to my boxers and got in bed suddenly wishing I had spent the extra money on a larger bed and at the same time, glad that I didn�t!

A few minutes passed and Cherry appeared out of the bathroom, ready for bed.� She was not wearing what I had expected she would be wearing: I had expected some kind of sleep pants with an oversized shirt or pajamas of some sort.� Instead, she was wearing a sheer pink camisole that fit like a bra on the chest and then draped down like a dress, ending at upper hip level.� And she had matching pink lace panties which were like a string bikini with a skirt that was only about two to three inches long.� With the lights still on, her nightwear did little to hide her body.� My mouth hung open in surprise and I was unable to will my eyes to blink.� She wore ruby red lipstick and a small amount of eyeliner.� I couldn�t tell if she was wearing blush or if it was her cheeks blushing naturally.� She was hands-down the most beautiful creature on Earth.

�I think someone likes my pajamas,� Cherry said with a smile and teasing tone.

I shook my head �no� and said, �It�s more about the radiant beauty modeling the �pajamas�!�

Cherry seemed to like that answer and she made a slow turn to show me all angles.� I didn�t care if my eyes dried out like sand in the desert, I wasn�t going to blink and miss any of her!� I was sitting in bed, stupefied, and she enjoyed it.

�Where�s your camera?� Take a picture: it�ll last longer!� she said.

I snatched my phone off of the bed and began taking pictures.� I couldn�t believe my luck: my new girlfriend loved posing for personal porn pictures!� My cock was a raging boner and I barely noticed as I took pictures and videos of Cherry modeling her incredible body.� I could see her proud nipples showing through the thin fabric; my mouth watered to taste them.� Cherry had the best abs I�d ever seen: perfectly tone with just a hint of an �eight pack�.� They were muscular, yet still very feminine.� Right in the middle of her abs was the cutest belly button I�d ever seen. �The flap of skin at the top of it seemed to mimic that of a clitoral hood.� And speaking of that, she had a small patch of neatly trimmed hair just a few shades darker than her red hair on her most intimate spot.� As she pirouetted around, her incredible ass came into view.� Her panties were nothing more in the back than a thin, barely visible string that disappeared between her cheeks.� Even her back was sexy with well defined muscles.� In my book, she was perfectly flawless!

Cherry moved toward the bed and asked, �Is that for me?� while pointing towards my crotch.� I looked and was surprised to see my cock had found its own way out of the fly in my boxers.

I said, �It certainly is BECAUSE of you, so yeah!� It�s all yours!�

With no small amount of seduction to her voice she said, �Then put your camera on video and record this��

I did as she said and started taping.� Cherry crawled across my lap and rested between my legs while taking my cock in her hand and looking into the camera.� She began stroking it gently while never taking her eyes off of me and the camera.

She said, �I�d do anything for something salty to eat right now.� Do you have anything salty for me?�� Without answering her, she said, �Oh you do?� MMM�.�

She stuck the tip of her tongue out and touched the tip of my cock where a large bead of precum had already collected.� She pulled her tongue back a little and a string of cum stayed attached to her.� Cherry sucked in the thin strand and went back to teasing the head of my dick with her tongue; swirling it around the end at random speeds and directions.� My cock was aching to feel the warmth of her mouth surrounding it, but Cherry wasn�t done teasing it yet.� She slowly dragged the tip of her tongue down the length of my shaft before flattening her tongue to lick it like a lollypop on the way back up.

Cherry flipped her hair over to one side to make sure I (and the camera) had an unobstructed view of her face before she finally opened her mouth and pulled just the head inside.� She bobbed at the tip for a few strokes before popping it back out, leaving a faint smear of lipstick on me.� Then she took just the very tip in her mouth and began to suck on it like she was nursing from a baby bottle; all while holding eye contact.� Her tongue was darting up and down across the opening in the tip and, coupled with the sucking action, the massage of the shaft and her sheer beauty, it was the most mind-blowing feeling in my life.� My orgasm was building already and she must have seen it in my face.

She inhaled deeply and took me in her mouth as far as she could go.� Her head bobbed as she struggled to take more of my length.� I could feel my head going past the back of her throat and she struggled to keep from choking; her green eyes becoming glassy.� I told her my orgasm was coming and she pulled back a little so she could breathe, but she squeezed her lips around my cock; forming a tight seal.� Cherry had her tongue dancing at that sensitive spot at the base of the head in an effort to expedite my orgasm.� It worked perfectly.

Cherry kept looking into the camera and held still as the pulsing spurts passed into her mouth.� The full volume of my load was pooled in her mouth and she rubbed my cock up towards the head to make sure got it all in her mouth.� Once she was satisfied that she had it all, she pulled off of me and made sure the camera got a clear shot of the large white pool washing over her tongue and teeth.� She rolled her tongue around in it for a few moments before closing her lips and proclaiming, �MMMM��� Cherry swallowed hard, smiled, and said, �Yummy!� That was so good!�� She cleaned up what little remaining drops may have been left behind and I decided it was �my turn� after stopping the video recording.

I said, �If you think that was good, wait until you feel this.�� Cherry and I switched places and I slowly pulled her pink camisole up and over her head.� Her magnificent tits dared to defy the laws of physics; they were so firm that gravity could not pull them down.� Her nipples stood just as proud as her breasts and the surrounding areolas were as bumpy as Braille.�� I moved in over her as she lay back and opened her sexy toned legs.� I held myself up over her looking into her eyes and her entire body was writhing in anticipation of my touch.

Cherry ran her hands over my chest as her body continued to undulate under me and I was enjoying watching her squirm with passion.� I pretended to move in for a kiss and her mouth opened, ready to return it.� But then I made a �detour� and turned �south�, latching on to the nipple of one of her heaving breasts.� She inhaled sharply and then exhaled with the combination of a hiss and groan.� The moment my mouth made contact with her nipple, her hand was on the back of my head, pulling me in tighter.� She used her free hand to place mine on the other breast and I began tweaking the nipple as I commenced my oral assault on the first.

Her upper body calmed down a bit, but her hips picked up the slack; increasing in rocking up and down and in circles.� Cherry was grinding her pelvis into my stomach as hard as she could and I was doing my best to maintain distance to keep her crotch from getting ANY relief before it was time.� And I was taking my time!

Cherry began to moan in frustration and she wrapped her legs around my ass in effort to pull me into her.� Her strength took me by surprise and I was using a lot of effort to hold back.� Not wanting to tire too soon, I released her nipple and started to move �north� again.� She released her leg lock on me and, once again, I detoured and went south.� I kissed my way down to her belly button and grabbed the thin material of her panties, pulling them down as slowly as I could.� Cherry�s tight body was in constant motion with the level of desire built up in her.� She raised her hips up as the panties slid down and then put her legs together so they could come off; her legs rubbing together in effort to help push them down.

I was sitting up at her feet as I finished pulling her panties off and she opened her legs again, inviting me back without a word.� I shed my boxers without ceremony and kissed every inch of each leg on my way back up, paying particular attention to her inner thighs.� Cherry was moaning so much it sounded like she might actually be in physical pain.� My face reached her sopping wet pussy and it was the most beautiful thing I�d ever seen.� Having viewed my fair share of porn, I�d seen more than a few, but Cherry�s was the picture of perfection.� Knowing I�d teased her enough (and unable to resist myself), I moved in with my tongue and fount her clit immediately.� She made a sound as though I had just rammed a monster dildo in her ass without using lube and she wrapped her legs around my head in a flash.� I thought my skull would collapse!� Cherry bucked her hips up into my mouth and I knew better than to stop.� I flicked my tongue as fast and hard as I could, but it did little to slow either her rocking hips or her leg lock on my head.� I looked up at my gorgeous lover and all I could see of her was her beautiful tits and the underside of her chin; her head was thrown backwards and she had two hands full of her light red hair while screaming �Oh God� over and over.

Suddenly, Cherry�s legs shot out straight and she screamed as her orgasm hit her like a runaway freight train.� Even she was surprised and, unable to stop, she grabbed a pillow to finish screaming into.� When her orgasm passed, Cherry�s body went limp and her legs fell to each side, splaying her pussy wide open. Her arms were stretched out to her sides and she lay there trying to catch her breath.

I was taking a few moments to catch my own breath while taking in the amazing view of her cute, pink parts.� Then, I noticed something.� I was certain that I hadn�t seen what I knew I did, but I had to confirm it.� I had my arms wrapped around her hips and I used my fingers to pull open her labia.� Staring me right in the face was her hymen: intact.� There were several small holes in it (the medical term is called a hymen cribriformis), which is perfectly normal, but it was clear that Cherry was a virgin.� I grabbed my phone and took several pictures, of course!

Knowing she was probably sensitive after her orgasm, I gave a few gentle licks to the outer edges of her labia�along the creases where her vagina transitions into the tops of her legs.� I kissed her over the top of her clitoris and began making my way back up to her beautifully flushed face.� She was rolling and pressing her lips together and her eyes were still dreamy as she was coming down from the natural high.� I kissed her soft red lips.

�Was that good?� I asked.

Cherry shook her head �no� and answered, �No: that was mind blowing!�

I said, �Well, if you think that was mind blowing, wait until you have sex for the first time��

She turned playfully defensive, poking a finger in my chest and asked, �Hey�what makes you think I haven�t already tried that before?�

I said, �I just got a close look at the evidence, remember?�

Cherry smiled a sheepish grin and said, �Oh, I didn�t know you would be able to tell.� I hope you don�t mind��

I said, �Mind?� Are you kidding me?� I�m honored that you would choose me after waiting so long!�

She teased, �Who said I�m choosing you?� Maybe we are just fooling around and I want to stop now.�

I knew better, of course.� I placed my raging cock at her opening and held it there; daring her to say �stop�.� Cherry pushed me to the side, rolling me over and came up to sit on my lap; my cock pinned down under her.� I looked down and saw my straining dick poking its head out from under her hot, wet pussy as she rocked slightly back and forth on it.� I grabbed Cherry�s hips to pick her up so that my rigid member could stand up�the plan was to then set her down on it.� But the moment I started picking her up, she anticipated my move and used her hand to keep my cock pushed into my stomach.

�Oh, no you don�t,� she teased as I set her back down on me.� �I want you to do something��

Confused, I asked, �And what is that?�

Cherry leaned down until her lips were by my ear and she continued rocking her hips.� Her clit felt like a well polished pearl rubbing back and forth on my shaft.� Then she whispered in my ear.

�I want you to capture the moment I lose my virginity on video!�

I nearly had an orgasm as soon as she said that!� I grabbed my phone, but then decided a moment like this was too good for the low quality videos a camera phone makes, so I got up and got my HD video camera out.� The battery had a good charge on it (thank god) and I started filming.

Cherry was kneeling on the bed now and I was standing next to it.� I couldn�t believe how kinky Cherry was and how unbelievably lucky I was!� She was posing in various sexy poses for the camera (me) and making all kinds of sexy faces.

She squared off to the camera and I zoomed in on her doll-like face when she said with a teasing �little girl� voice, �My name is Cherry Chastain and I�m a real virgin.�� I zoomed out to see she was rubbing her pussy with the open palms of both hands.

Behind the camera I said, �A real virgin, huh?� Can you prove that?�

Cherry smiled and said, �Uh, huh: come here.�

She beckoned me forward with her index finger as she lay back down and opened her legs.� I moved in and she used her fingers to hold her pussy open.� I was able to get an incredibly sharp view of her hymen�glistening in the light from her excitement.� Cherry moved slightly�this way and that�giving me a good documentation of her still intact tissue.� I zoomed back out to take in all of her.

I said, �Well, it looks like you are telling the truth.� You really are a virgin.� What do you want to do about that?�

Cherry pointed to herself and said, �This Cherry wants to give THIS cherry (now pointing at her pussy)�to you!�

I zoomed back to her pure pussy and said, �Really?� You want to give this to me?� When?�

�Right now,� she answered.

I moved to get on top of her but she closed her legs together and crossed her feet before I got to her.

�Nope!� Not like that!� she teased.

I asked, �What�s wrong with that way?�

She answered, �I didn�t say I want you to TAKE it from me: I said I want to GIVE it to you!�

Cherry got up and pushed me back down on the bed.� For such a small woman, she was strong!� She straddled my legs and held my rigid dick directly in front of her pussy.� I was still rolling on the camera, focused on her face.� Cherry stroked my cock a few times and I was hard enough to crush diamonds with my dick.

She said, �Get a close look�one last time!�

I zoomed into the point where our crotches were touching.� She leaned far back and I caught one last glimpse of her hymen before she sat up on her knees and moved into a hover directly over my cock.� My dick was more excited than a kid on Christmas morning as she slowly lowered herself down to me.� The tip barely made contact with her lips and I thought I was going to explode!� She asked once more to make sure I had a good shot and I just nodded�unable to speak.

Cherry sat down so slow it was almost unperceivable to see her move.� But her labia began to push out to the sides as my head disappeared.� Suddenly, she shot back up and grabbed my cock; rubbing herself back and forth with it for a few moments before lining it back up to her opening.� I thought I was going to die!� She again started lowering back down on me and took me in further.� Soon, I felt her hymen begin to stretch under her weight and my dick compressed slightly.

�Still a virgin�� she commentated.

Cherry�s breathing became slightly ragged as she continued her dissent.� Then she breathed in with a hiss as I felt her hymen begin to give up the fight.� I could feel the fibrous tissue slowly come apart as my cock slowly decompressed and vanished inside of her.� A very small trail of blood trickled down my shaft.

I panned the camera up to her face and Cherry had a concentrated look on her�eyes closed; sucking on her lower lip.� She wasn�t rocking her hips very much, but was still moving her some-what tense body up and down slightly.� So I just let her set her own pace to get used to the feeling.

I said, �Guess what��

Cherry smiled and looked down at me.� �I�m not a virgin anymore!� How did you like your cherry?� she asked.

I focused on her beautiful, flushed face and said, �I loved it!� Almost as much as THIS Cherry��

That took her by surprise and she forgot herself for a moment.� Her concentration gone, her body suddenly relaxed and she flopped all of the way down on me in an instant.� She had only been able to sit half way down until that moment and the shock of taking the rest of me in a flash nearly had her launching back up.� Cherry gasped at the sudden invasion but with eyes closed and a slow, labored exhale, she managed to settle back down on me after a few moments pause.

Cherry spent a few more moments getting used to having a cock inside of her before she moved again.� Her movements came slowly at first; testing the sensations.� Gradually her rocking and grinding on me increased in speed and motion.� Her body relaxed and before I knew it, she was using her entire back and abs to ride my cock.

Cherry finally opened her eyes and looked down at me.

�Did you mean that?� she asked.

�Did I mean what?� I asked not sure of what she was talking about.

�You said that you love me.�

I was a little confused because I was certain that I had not said the �three words� to her yet.� I went back over the recent conversation in my head and realized that I had accidently implied it.� I started to panic a little�worried that I�d said too much too soon for her comfort (and maybe mine as well).� I really had not completely evaluated my feelings for Cherry to that point yet.� I knew I liked her a lot; and I couldn�t stop thinking about her.� But did I actually LOVE her?� Once the thought was in my head, it didn�t take long to figure it out: I was definitely in love with this girl!

Sensing hesitation to answer, Cherry said, �It�s �ok� if you misspoke; I won�t be offended.� I just want you to be honest with me.�

Snapping back to reality I said, �It�s not that; that isn�t why I didn�t answer you.� I just didn�t realize that I do love you until you said that.

Cherry smiled and leaned down to kiss me; her red hair covering my head.� Her lips were the softest and sweetest things to ever touch mine.

She said she wanted to feel me on top of her so we changed positions; rolling over without ever becoming disjoined.� I was careful not to go too fast or too hard at first for obvious reasons, but also because slow and gentle was more intimate.� I kissed her lips again and then moved to kiss her on the neck just below her ear.� Cherry tilted her head back, baring her entire neck to me while I kissed my way around to the opposite side.� I held the side of her face in one hand while going back to kissing her lips; all while keeping my thrusting painfully slow..

I kissed my way back down to her breasts; taking one nipple in my mouth while playing with the other.� My free hand went further south to find her clit as a playmate�all while continually thrusting deep and slow into her.� I had my fingers vibrating her pink little clit just as fast as I could move them.� The slow movement of my cock in her combined with the fast stimulation of her clit was sending mixed signals to her brain and she began to coo and moan with pleasure.� It didn�t take long before she began to sound like the audio track from a high quality porno.� Cherry�s already tight pussy began to get even tighter on my cock and the volume of her voice multiplied significantly. I was doing my best to hold on to my building orgasm which was only being encouraged by her now screaming in ecstasy.� She declared at the top of her lungs that she was going to cum.� That was the last bit of stimulus I could take: I pushed hard into her as my orgasm erupted with incredible force. The first blast against her cervix triggered her own orgasm and she began a string of screams to god laced with swearing that she normally didn�t use.

As our climaxes subsided and we basked in the glow and each other�s sweat, it became apparent how thin the walls of my apartment were when my neighbor (whom I never met) said with his best impression of a famous country comedian, �Git �er done!�

That gave us both an unexpected chuckle at that moment; the effect on Cherry was her pussy squeezing my cock to unimaginable levels!� If I hadn�t been so hard, she would have pushed me out with her vaginal contractions.� Instead, all that came out was the mixture of our fluids and from the volume of it I would guess it was just about all of it.

Since it was getting late and we had to get up early in the morning, we decided to skip a �round two� and opt for getting some sleep.� We spooned together and Cherry quickly fell asleep.� As I lay there holding her and listening to her breathe, I couldn�t think of a single thing wrong in the world.

We woke just before the sun came up to get a shower and get ready before I had to take Cherry to work.� Once in the car, I reminded her that I didn�t know where she worked and needed directions.� Cherry said, �Uhhhh� yeah.� Ok,� and told me what route to take first.� I sensed something wrong but said nothing.� I asked her where she worked but she seemed to be dodging the question so I let it go.

Cherry kept going on about how wonderful her first time was with me and I told her that she was so amazing it was like my first time, too.� That seemed to make her feel at ease a bit more.� She continued giving me directions to our destination; the turns coming more frequently as we got closer.

Finally, she said it was just ahead on the left and then told me to pull into a crowded parking lot to drop her off.� There were kids everywhere!� I was confused until I realized we were at Middletown High School; and that confused me even more.

�You work at Middletown High?� I asked.

She said, �Yeah�about that: I�ve been trying to find a way to tell you this.� Please promise you won�t be mad at me?�

I said, �I won�t be mad; what is it?�

Cherry confessed, �I don�t �work� here; I go here.� I�m sorry I didn�t tell you before!� I didn�t want you to think I was stupid.�

I shook my head no and said, �You shouldn�t think like that!� There are a lot of people that are still in high school when they are 19!� Sometimes it�s because of when their birthday falls in the year and other times it�s because they were late starters in school.� There are many reasons why you could be 19 and still in school and it doesn�t mean you are not intelligent.� Ok?�

Cherry seemed to not take much comfort in my response but said, �Yeah, that�s true.� But there is more I have to tell you.� But it will have to wait until later: I have to get going.�

I assured her whatever it was that she didn�t need to worry about it: I loved her and it was going to be fine.� She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and thanked me before getting out of the car.� Before she closed the door, she had one more thing to say.

�David?� she asked.

�Yeah?�

She said, �I�ve never been in love before.� I�I think��� She paused looking for words that wouldn�t come to her and finished by saying, �I�ll tell you later!�

With that, Cherry closed the car door and turned to rush inside.

Because of the thoughts swimming in my head, the drive back to my place was seemingly longer than the one to drop Cherry off.� What was it that she still needed to tell me?� Why was she embarrassed about still being in school?� Was she trying to say she loved me?� Was she afraid to admit it or did she even know if she was in love or not?� She said that she had never been in love �before�: does that mean before now?

I was lost in these thoughts as I got home and was walking up to the door of my apartment.� Of all things to snap me back into reality, it was a crazy woman screaming and pounding on my door like I just took her prized toy poodle.

�Can I help you?� I asked.

The crazed woman turned around and I knew who she was in an instant, even though I had never seen her before in my life.

�Do you live here?� she demanded.

I thought about saying �no� and continuing to walk past my apartment to make a getaway.� But I was more than certain that this was not the last time I would see this woman: it was plain to see she was Cherry�s mother.

Chapter 3

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�Where is she?!� Where is my daughter?!� Cherry�s mother began interrogating me.

I remained calm and said, �She is where she is supposed to be: she is at school.�

Wishing to avoid creating a scene for the neighbors to gossip about, I motioned to the other doors close by and invited the clearly angry and worried woman inside to talk.� I had a few questions of my own for her (like how she knew where to find my apartment, for one).� She looked at the other apartment doors and understood what I was saying and agreed to come inside.

I turned to unlock my door and she couldn�t help but comment about the fresh injury from the day before.

�What the hell happened to you?� she asked without a hint of care to her tone.

It took a second for the question to register and make sense to me, but once it did, I just said, �Come in and I�ll tell you about it.�

Cherry�s mom entered and I closed the door before offering her something to drink.� She turned it down flatly without even saying �thanks� for the offer.� Without skipping a beat, she continued giving me the third degree; a flood of questions pouring from her without waiting for answers from me.� I was sizing her up subconsciously.

She asked, �What are you doing with my daughter?� How did you even meet her?� Where did she sleep in here?� Did you sleep with her?� Don�t you think you are too old for her?� How old are you anyway?� Can you give me one good reason why I shouldn�t call the cops on you right now?�

There were more, but these are the questions that really resonated with me.� I continued my evaluation of her as she continued the questioning and it became clear that I needed to be careful of what I told her because I was on extremely thin ice.� Questions of my own began forming in my head: �why is she so upset that her daughter spent the night here?� Even if she is still in school, she is still an adult, right?� Then again, could that be what Cherry was trying to tell me about this morning?� I decided to be slightly �less than honest� with the answers if she ever decided to shut up long enough for me to answer one of them.

Eventually she began repeating questions and I held up a hand to signal her to take a breather.� Remarkably, it worked.

I said, �Ma�am, I understand why you are so upset and I don�t blame you.� From where you are standing, this might look bad.� But I assure you it�s not what it seems.� I met Cherry on an online dating site.� We emailed, chatted, and quickly became good friends; that�s all (the last part was a blatant lie, but I wasn�t going to dump water on a grease fire).� I asked Cherry to come over because of what happened at work yesterday.� I�m a fireman and we were called to the scene of an accident�the worst I�ve ever seen.� I helped pull a young girl out of the car.� She was being flown by life flight to the hospital, but she died in transit; I was holding her hand at the time.� I took it really hard and needed a friend to talk to.� That�s all.� Cherry slept on the couch.�� The last sentence was technically true: she slept there with her head on my lap before we went to bed�

She asked, �That�s how you got the staples in your head?�

I replied, �Yeah; and the stitches in my shoulder.�

Cherry�s mom nodded slightly in understanding, but she was still not happy with me.

You are too old to be hanging out with my daughter and you are certainly too old to be having her sleep over here!� Just how old are you, anyway?� she asked.

I said, I�m only a couple of years older than Cherry.� I know she�s still in school, but��

She was shaking her head �no� and it stopped my train of thought.� She said, �I doubt that.� If you were a �couple of years older�, you�d still be in school, too.�

That statement made no sense to me and all I could do was stand there with a puzzled look on my face.

�How old do you think Cherry is?�

�Well,� I answered, �I never asked her directly, but her profile on line said she was 19.� And since you have to have a credit card to join, I never questioned her about it.�

Shaking her head �no� again, she said, �Cherry looks that old, but she is NOT 19.�

I was feeling a bit worried about what was coming next; not because it would have any effect on how I felt about Cherry, but because I had a feeling things were about to become �complicated� for us.� I feigned a cringe as I waited for her to continue.

�Cherry is 14.� She just turned 14 this summer, so it�s not even like she�s almost 15.� She is a freshman; NOT a senior.�

I could feel the thin ice I was standing on begin to crack under my feet.� Knowing words were worthless at this point, I held up a finger to ask for a moment while I retrieved something.� I sat at my computer and logged on to the web site where Cherry and I first met.� I showed her mom the profile indicating her age as 19.� They say a picture is worth a thousand words: in this case it�s worth not spending a hundred years in jail.� I showed her a few of the innocent texts/emails that indicated her car being worked on or used by the woman in front of me.� She looked at them for a few moments while shaking her head in resigned disbelief.

�She doesn�t have a car; she can�t even drive yet,� her mom said while looking over the text messages.� Things started clicking in my head�she didn�t bring Olivia to the mall with her the first time we met: Olivia brought her!� The girl looked younger than Cherry and was actually several years older!� And her mom didn�t have the car last night, of course�� Then the obvious dawned on me: I just had sex with a 14 year old girl last night!� Strangely, I didn�t even feel guilty about that.� It wasn�t like I preyed on her; I didn�t know.� Besides, she initiated everything we had done!

Cherry�s mom interrupted my thoughts and said, �Look: I can see you didn�t know how old she is.� But now you know.� And if I find out you two are still �hanging out� or whatever it is you are doing, I won�t come back over here: I�ll be talking to the police.� You understand me?�

I said, �Yeah, yeah, of course.� No, I completely understand and I agree�it�s not appropriate to hang out with someone that much younger.�� I was pacifying her, of course.� In my head I was thinking, �Screw you, lady!�� I continued assuring her saying, �Cherry needs to socialize with friends her own age; that is best for her.�� I was slowly putting her mom at ease and she started to look like she was ready to let it go and leave.� But I still didn�t have a few of my questions answered.

I said, �Not that it really matters, but how did you know she was here�at my apartment?�

She explained, �Cherry told me she was working on a routine with Olivia and was spending the night at her place last night.� After Olivia picked her up, I remembered that her gym clothes were still in the wash.� I called Olivia�s mom to talk to Cherry because her cell phone was turned off and she said she didn�t know what I was talking about�Cherry wasn�t there and hadn�t been there.� I called Olivia and, between her mother and I, we got the truth out of her.� She told me where she took her.�

Knowing just how �busted� Cherry was, I wanted to down-play it as much as possible.� I said, �That�s actually a little funny because my older sister used to try and pull the same thing with my parents: telling them she was going one place but she was actually going somewhere she wasn�t allowed.� She usually got caught, too!� Why do they think they�ll get away with it?� I laughed slightly.� The funny part was, the story was a complete fabrication; a bold face LIE!� I was an only child!

She shook her head and said, �I don�t know why.� And truthfully, I did something similar when I was 16.� I got busted, too.�

I said, �Maybe it�s just the nature of the age.� Can you promise me you will take it easy on her and not punish her too hard?� I don�t want to think of her paying the price because of me��

She said, �I�m not making that promise to you.� And it�s not because of you.� She will be paying the price for the poor decisions she made.�

I wasn�t happy about that, but I acted like I agreed with her anyway.� Then I said, �Cherry�s a good kid.� With your permission, I�d like to stay in touch with her�just over email/chat, of course.� Nothing inappropriate; just friendly talk.�

She said, �Cherry is going to be grounded for a while and she certainly won�t be going on any dates�not with you or anyone else for that matter.� She needs to focus on her education.� But I suppose a few texts and emails once she is no longer grounded will be ok�as long as they are appropriate!� If I find you getting together or doing anything like sexting, I�ll have the police knocking your door down!� Got it?!�

I said, �Of course!� It�s not like that; I just enjoy talking to her�nothing more.�� While I did enjoy talking to Cherry very much, the �nothing more� comment made the statement another lie.� I felt like I was going to hell for sure and I couldn�t care less at that moment.

After what seemed like a long talk but actually only lasted about half an hour, Cherry�s mom seemed convinced that I was in complete agreement with her (because I lied my ass off) and we were on good terms when she left my apartment.� After I closed the door behind her, I exhaled a large sigh of relief before going over everything in my head again.� Ultimately, it didn�t matter to me that she didn�t want me hanging out with Cherry.� She was my girlfriend and, as long as she wanted to be, she would remain my girlfriend.� But we were going to have to take our relationship �underground� for now.

Cherry�s mom had given me a lot to think about.� I had every intention of continuing to see Cherry, of course, but things would be more complicated for sure.� I found myself pacing around my apartment while trying to figure out how to handle a million different issues.

I never realized before then a habit that I had.� When deep in thought, I evidently had a habit of running my hand over my head and down to the back of my neck as a way of self-massaging away tension.� I became suddenly aware of the habit because every time my hand reached the back of my head, I found a bunch of staples with no small level of pain.� The resulting effect was two-fold.� For one, it rudely ended my minor relief of tension.� Second (and worst of all), it served as a reminder about Katie, thus adding to my stress.� It was almost like a cruel joke: when you have something unpleasant in the back of your mind�well, I had a literal reminder on the back of my head causing me both physical and mental pain.� I couldn�t wait to talk to Cherry.

Just before 2:30 my phone dinged with a text message from the prettiest girl in the world.� Cherry said that she needed to tell me some things and wanted to know if I could talk.� I texted back �of course� and waited for her call.� Fifteen minutes later, my phone rang, but rather than a phone call, Cherry was calling with FaceTime.

Once the video came into focus, I answered by asking how her day was.� She said it was �fine� but she struggled because there was so much she needed to tell me.� She spent the next ten minutes telling me what I had already discovered from her mom; including that as long as she was in school and living under her mom�s roof, that she was not allowed to date.

Finishing her �confession� she apologized for not being completely honest about everything from the beginning.� Explaining that she wanted to tell me but was worried about how I might take some of the news, Cherry said that ultimately she knew she had to tell me because she didn�t want our relationship to be built on any lies.

I let her finish all that she had to say and told her about how my day went.� She was mortified to learn that her mom knew that she spent the night with me and even more so that she came to my apartment to confront me.

Cherry asked, �What I�m I going to say to her?� She�s going to kill me!�

I said, �My advice is to tell her exactly what happened: that you answered the call of a friend in need and spent the night on the couch�just like I told her you did.�

Cherry smiled and said amused, �You liar!�

�Defending myself� I said, �If I had been honest, I�d be an honest dead man!�

Cherry laughed and agreed with my assessment.� I gave her some more advice on what to say and what not to say when she got home and was confronted by her mom.� To try and reduce how long she was going to be grounded�our stories needed to match perfectly.� Just as we were finishing getting our stories straight, a girls voice from out of my view called out to her and said, �come on; we have to go or we�ll be late!�

Cherry said with an exaggerated frown, �I have to go to practice!�

�I understand: you have to have your priorities,� I teased her, implying cheerleading was evidently more important than me.

�HEY!� That�s not fair!!!� Cherry protested while pretending to have been insulted.

I smiled and said, �You go practice!� When can I see you again?�

She thought for a second and asked, �What are you doing Friday?�

I shook my head �no� to indicate �nothing� and she continued, �We have a home game: come and watch it!� I�ll be cheering for it, of course, but we�ll get a few minutes at least��

I said, �I�ll be there!� What time?�

�Be here at 6:00?�

�I�ll be there,� I said.

A voice off camera screamed, �CHERRY!� NOW!�� She nearly jumped out of her skin and said quickly, �Gotta go!� before she kissed the camera on the phone and disconnected the call.

The conversation only lasted about 20 minutes, but I felt like I just got home from vacation.� I felt so good that I decided to go and see how the guys at the firehouse were doing.� On the drive there, my shirt was irritating my stitches and it had me once again thinking about little Katie.� I parked on the side of the fire house and walked in to the shock of the other guys there.� They were asking me how I was doing and I assured them I was �ok� as we went on to talk about what was going on.� A few minutes passed and Chief came passing through; stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me.� I suddenly felt like the teenager sneaking out of his window late at night only to find his dad waiting for him on the other side.

�What the hell are you doing here?� Chief asked.

I said, �I was feeling ok and wanted to see what was going on.�

He barely waited for me to finish talking before he said sternly, �My ass�you feel ok.�

The rest of the guys melted into the background and slinked away to find other things to do rather than witness what they thought was about to be an ass chewing (their feelings matched mine at that moment).

Chief continued, �You�re not ready.� Come back when you are ready and not before.� I don�t need you putting your life and the lives of anyone else at risk because you�re not 100%.� I�m sure your head is telling you that you are ready.� But if your heart starts taking over at the wrong time and makes decisions for you, then it�s bad for everyone.� Coming here for a social visit just makes it take longer.� Understand?�

I knew he was right and nodded my head�slightly embarrassed that I hadn�t thought of that myself.� I asked, �How will I know for sure when I�m ready?�

Chief said matter-of-factly, �You�ll just know.� You won�t wonder if you are ready: you will KNOW that you are ready.�

I put my hand out to shake hands and thank Chief for always giving me good advice.� To my surprise, he took my hand and pulled me in for one of those �manly hug/slaps on the back�.� Luckily for me it was the other shoulder with the stitches!

Before I turned to leave, Chief said, �We look forward to you coming back, but until then, get the fuck out of here.�

I smiled and said, �Roger that, Chief.� Thanks.�

I left the station and, for lack of much else to do, I went for a drive.� I considered going to watch Cherry practice, but figured her mom might be picking her up afterwards and it would not be good to have her catch me there after our talk earlier.� Thoughts drifted back and forth between Cherry and Katie; the girl on the back of my mind at all times it seemed.� After driving for a while, I suddenly realized that I was at the intersection of the accident and I pulled over to the side of the road to look at the scene.� The car and debris had been removed, of course.� There were still small pieces of glass all over the road, evidenced by the sunlight glinting off of them.� I noticed for the first time that the truck�s tires didn�t start to make skid marks until it was at least 25 yards past the point of impact and I just shook my head in disbelief�he must have been going at the truck�s top speed.� There were gouges in the pavement leading away from the intersection; no doubt from the engine block/transmission as it tumbled down the road.� Cars were zipping along the road as if nothing significant had ever happened here.� Life goes on, as they say.

Sitting at the intersection wasn�t doing me much good mentally, and it occurred to me that I was �still on the job�.� Understanding Chief�s advice to �get the fuck out of here� a little more thoroughly, I decided to just go back home and get some sleep.� I figured Cherry wouldn�t be able to call after practice because she�d be getting picked up by her mom and receiving the riot act from her.� After stripping down to my boxers, I plopped down in bed but figured I�d be awake for hours because I didn�t feel tired.� Ironically, I was fast asleep within moments.

I slept deeply, thankfully; I clearly needed it.� As I awoke, I was dimly aware of someone lightly, and with rhythm, tapping on my shoulder�the injured one.� Knowing I SHOULD be alone in the apartment, I shot upright in surprise.� Eyes now fully open and all senses on high alert, I saw I was just as alone as I was supposed to be.� The tapping was my own heartbeat pulsing against my wounds.� A few minutes later, I got a text from Cherry.

�Good morning <3!� R U Up?�

I texted back, �Good morning!� Yeah-just woke up.� How�d it go last night?�

She responded, �Gr8.� If U like being in prison �til U R 85!� LOL!�

I texted back, �I�m sorry!�

She replied, �JK.� Two weeks.�

�Could have been worse�� I responded.

Instead of texting back, Cherry opted to call me and filled me in on the details of what happened with her mom.� She said her mom wasn�t really mad at her but just really �disappointed�.� Cherry didn�t try to defend her actions or make excuses and that helped to defuse the situation�which is probably why she was only grounded for two weeks.� It was going to be a long two weeks, but neither of us intended to go two weeks without seeing each other.

Cherry arrived at school and had to go; leaving me to my own devices.� Not sure what to do with myself, I turned on my computer to go online.� After staring at my default search engine�s home screen for about 5 minutes without a shred of inspiration of what to surf, I turned the computer off and set about doing busy work around the apartment.� It�s amazing what you find when you have nothing better to do than clean your home.� While dusting the tops of the kitchen cabinets (something I�d NEVER done since moving in) I found a one hundred dollar bill up there covered in god knows how many layers of dust!� I certainly didn�t put it up there and I wondered how many tenants had moved in/out without having discovered it.

Growing tired of cleaning and not having much else to clean anyway, I decided to take a nap.

I was sound asleep when I felt someone tapping on my shoulder again.� I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder, knowing that it was just my heart beat and nothing more.� To my utter shock, there was someone there this time: it was little Katie tapping at my shoulder.� She looked just like she had in the car; eyes wide with pupils dilated and her body a bloody mess.� I sat up to look at her and saw she was standing in a streak of blood and human flesh on the road.

�David?� she asked me weakly.� �Where�s Momma?� I can�t find her.�

I bolted awake from the nightmare with the war cry of a Marine in hand to hand combat.� �GOD DAMN IT,� I screamed to my empty apartment once my pulse slowed a few beats.� I had been doing really well with staying away from the alcohol since the accident, but that was a bit much for me to take�I grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped it open while turning on ESPN.� I didn�t pay much attention to the TV, nor did I think about Katie or even Cherry�I just sat there with a blank mind.� For lack of a better term: a meditative state.

About 20 minutes later, my cell phone rang and the sound snapped me back to reality.� I answered it to hear the most beautiful voice on the other end.

Cherry said with no small amount of bounce in her voice, �Hey!� How was your day?� What are you doing?!�

I said, �I�m literally doing nothing right now,� opting to spare her the details of my crappy day.

She said, �Then why don�t you come and watch me practice?!�

Uncertain that would be a wise thing to do, I asked, �Won�t your mom be picking you up?�

Cherry answered, �Not today; I�m getting a ride from Olivia.�

I picked up my open beer and noticed I�d had only a few sips from it.� �I�m on the way!� I said.

Before leaving, I quickly washed up and put on a clean shirt so I wouldn�t look or smell like a homeless man.� The drive to her school seemed to take forever; I simply couldn�t wait to see her.� My heart seemed to slowly increase in rate the closer I came to seeing my Cherry; the anticipation was almost unbearable.�

Pulling into the school parking lot, I felt like the kid in grade school that was about to hand the first girl he ever liked the note that said �will you go out with me� with an option boxed marked �yes� and another box marked �no�.� It was silly, of course, but that was the effect she had on me.� I parked a respectable distance from the main building and saw a group of girls warming up near what was clearly the football practice field.� I was able to pick Cherry out of the bunch from a distance easily; her red hair gave her away.� She had it pulled up in a ponytail that sat high on the crown of her head.� I�d never seen her with a ponytail before and it was absolutely adorable on her.� She had not seen me yet and I watched from afar for a few minutes as though watching a wild animal in its natural environment.

The girls were going through their routines; making sure they had their choreography right.� If anyone made a misstep or was out of time, they would reset and start over until they had it right.� While a few of the girls seemed bored and others were clearly putting on false smiles, Cherry beamed a genuine smile that could be seen from half way across the expansive parking lot.� She truly loved cheerleading�even practice.� I was watching as they assumed a position that was somewhere in the middle of a routine to practice a particular move.� Cherry had a girl with a frame similar to hers standing right in front of her.� Cherry put her hands on the girls� waist and the girl jumped up as Cherry tossed her straight up in the air.� Almost in the same movement, Cherry moved under the girl as she landed in Cherry�s hands; standing on Cherry�s up-turned palms�at chest level.� To my complete astonishment, Cherry then effortlessly pressed the girl up, extending her arms over her head!� The girl was at least a hundred pounds and Cherry just tossed her over head and held her there like she was a blow-up doll!� The girl stood on one leg and the other leg went over her head; toe in hand.

�Holly shit,� I caught myself saying out loud.� I knew she was strong but I didn�t know she could lift someone over her head like that!� After a few moments, she let the girl fall and caught her on the way down.� That was just as impressive as tossing her in the air in the first place�the girl has momentum on the way down (and therefore effectively heavier)!

Seeing Cherry practice while unaware of my presence was for some reason therapeutic.� She was so energetic and full of life while around me that I wasn�t sure if it was simply a show for my benefit.� But I could see now that it was just her natural personality and I loved that about her.� Before I realized it, I had walked towards (or perhaps drawn like a magnet to) where they were practicing and Cherry spotted me.� Her already wide smile became even wider and she waved to me enthusiastically.� She motioned me over to her but I resisted; not wanting to disturb them.� She came bounding over to me like she was impersonating Tigger, grabbed my hand, and pulled me over to meet the others.

Cherry said, �Guys: this is David,� and then pointed out each of the girls by name.� They were all wearing a variation of the same thing: skin tight yoga shorts, a tight tank top of varying colors, and white sneakers. Olivia was the only one I would remember and that was because I knew her from before.� A few of the girls eyed me either knowingly or suspiciously�which one it was, I wasn�t certain�and I wondered how much information Cherry had shared with her friends.

One of the girls said, �We hear you are a fireman.� Is that true?�

I confirmed the �rumor� and said, �Yeah; I am.�

Another girl hiding behind the others asked, �Ever do a calendar?�� That incited laughs and giggles typical of girls their age.

I chuckled and said, �No�I�ve never posed for a calendar.�

�Oh.� Too bad�� another voice said.

Cherry just rolled her eyes at them and gave a resigned, yet slightly amused, groan of disgust.

The attention was flattering but a little embarrassing at the same time.� I said I was going to watch from a spot several yards away.� As I was taking my spot, Olivia took charge of the girls.

�Ok: break�s over!� Give me 30 more good minutes and we�ll call it a day,� she said.

The rest of the girls did as she said and that was when I figured out that Olivia was the head cheerleader.� As I watched Cherry and the other girls perform, it started to make sense why Olivia had been the one giving Cherry a ride when she needed it.� She was learning to be a leader and probably felt responsible for Cherry�s safety.� I admired that in her.

They went through several routines and, if any mistakes were made, I couldn�t tell.� Olivia would critique one girl or another after a routine, but I never knew what she was talking about.� Cherry never received any criticism for her performances.� In my mind, that was because Cherry was flawless in all aspects!

It was actually about 40 minutes before Olivia decided that they had done enough for the day and called it quits.� They scheduled their next practice before going in separate directions.� The direction Cherry took was no surprise: she trotted over to me and nearly tackled me before I could stand up.

�So, what did you think?� she asked.

�You were incredible!� You toss that girl over your head and hold her there like she is weightless!�

She said, �She�s not that heavy.�

I said, �Don�t be modest: she�s at least a hundred pounds and I�d be surprised if you were much more than that yourself.�

�I�m about 15 pounds more than her, I think,� Cherry said.

�Well, I don�t know where you have those extra pounds over her�you look the same size to me.�

Without a word, Cherry pointed to her boobs with each hand, suggesting where some of her �extra� weight was located.� It hadn�t dawned on me before she did that the other girl had almost no breasts to speak of.� And it was only then that I realized Cherry was squeezed into a sports bra that was so tight that it made her chest appear much smaller than they actually were.

Understanding, I said, �Ah; right.� Well, if you are going to have �extra pounds�, that�s a good place for them!�

Cherry scoffed and punched my arm while calling me a �pig�.

I said, �Maybe, but I�m your pig.�

�AWWW, that�s so cute!� Yes you are,� she said while hugging my arm and then resting her head on my shoulder.

We sat there for a few minutes just enjoying the closeness of each other while watching the world go by.� Without warning, Cherry jumped to her feet and was pulling me up with her�the suddenness of her action caused me to flinch in surprise the way one does while watching a horror movie for the first time.

�Come on!� Let�s go for a walk!� she �suggested�.

A response from me was neither needed nor wanted.

Cherry continued to hug onto my arm as we strolled around the school campus.� We walked so close that I had to be careful not to step on her feet.� It was amazing at how comfortable we were with each other already.� We�d only been dating a short while, but there was nothing I couldn�t say to her and she felt the same way.� Expressing our feelings for one another felt like the most natural thing to do and we did it without fear of judgment or rejection.� For me, Cherry was the �gold standard� in women: the one to which all others would be compared.� And that standard was much more than something as trivial as looks; it was also her friendly and cheerful personality.� But most importantly, it was how she made me feel.� I felt like Cherry was supposed to be a part of my life from the very beginning and until the very end.� I didn�t feel complete without her next to me and as long as she was near me, the world was a carefree place.

It felt like Cherry was leading us to someplace but I didn�t know where.� At the same time, it seemed like she didn�t know either; like she was searching.� Thinking it was my imagination, I said nothing.� It became clear that we were heading for the far end of the parking lot that bordered on several acres of land that was overgrown with trees and underbrush/woods.

I finally asked, �Where are we going?�

Cherry answered, �There are trails over here for the biology class.� We go and find different species of plants and have to pick samples to label for lab.� I want to show you some pretty flowers that are back there.�

Once we were into the trails, I realized that we had a good level of privacy in there and I began to wonder if she didn�t have an ulterior motive for exploring them.� We reached an open area and she stopped, pivoting on her toes to face me, feet together, before landing her heels back down to the ground.

Looking up at me, she asked, �If you could have anything in the world at this moment, what would it be?�

I looked her in the eyes and said, �I already have it: the most beautiful vision the world has to offer.�

She said, �That was a good answer.� You win a prize��

Liking where this seemed to be going, I asked, �Oh yeah?� What do I win?�

She said, �It�s a surprise.� You have to turn around and close your eyes�no peeking!�

Getting excited, I did as she asked.� I could hear movement from her, but couldn�t tell what she was doing.� A few moments later, she told me to turn back around but to keep my eyes closed.� Again I did as she said while smiling ear to ear.� She stuffed her hand into my front pocket and the look on my face was replaced with one of confusion.� She said I could open my eyes and when I did, nothing seemed out of order.

�What was that?� I asked her.

Cryptically she answered, �That was your prize; just a small gift that I wanted you to have.�

�Can I look at it?�

She said, �Not now�you have to wait until you get home.� Promise you won�t look until then!�

I promised not to look while having mixed feelings about receiving a gift at that moment: on one hand I�d hoped she was getting naked and on the other hand I was touched that she had thought of me while buying something for me.� I also felt a little bad that I had not purchased a gift for her.� Sensing my mixed feelings she asked what was wrong.� I told her what I was thinking and she had the answer for me.

She said, �There is something you can give me that I would love!�

I said, �Really?� What is that?�

She said, �I�ve always wanted a strand of pearls!�

I said, �I don�t know: pearls are expensive.� I don�t know if I can afford them.� But I�ll do some shopping and��

Shaking her head, she said, �Pearls aren�t expensive if you know where to get them.�

Before I could figure out what she was talking about, she grabbed the waist of my jeans and pulled me to her.� Looking me in the eyes, her hands began working the button and zipper.� The light bulb over my head flashed on and I couldn�t believe her dirty mind (and my luck)!� Cherry finished pulling my package out of my boxers and it was reporting for duty.� She said she didn�t want to get any on her top, so she removed her tank top and sports bra.� Once the bra came off, it seemed almost a miracle that she was able to fit her chest inside of it.� Then she doubled down on how kinky she could be by using her bra to �tie� her own hands behind her back.� Truthfully, she just slipped her bra over her wrists and then twisted them around in circles to tighten it�she was able to remove her impromptu bondage anytime she wanted.� She knelt down, looked up at me, and opened her mouth slightly.� She was waiting for me to move towards her as opposed to taking me herself.�

I moved forward and the head of my dick made contact with her lips.� Cherry didn�t move; not even to open her mouth wider.� I pushed forward some more and her teeth deflected my cock to the side.� Understanding her game of her being the �submissive one�, I told her to open her mouth more.� She complied, but only technically; her mouth barely opened at all.� I tried pushing forward again, but this time her head retreated backwards against the pressure on her lips.� She never took her wanting eyes off of mine.� Finally, I put my hand on the back of her head and kept her from moving back.� This time my full member pushed in and she opened to allow it.� Thinking I had finished the �game� I took my hand off of her and waited for her to go to work on my unit the way she did in the bathroom at the mall.� Instead, she just sat there looking at me with my cock in her mouth�her lips not even closed around it.� I told her to close her mouth and she complied.� Then I gently grabbed her by the head and guided her back and forth.� Through her lips around my cock she said, �MMM-HMM�, indicating I�d figured out what she wanted me to do.� It was a bit ironic because she was playing the submissive part, but in reality, she was in total control here.

If I stopped moving her head for her, the mind bending blowjob would come to a halt until I moved her again.� She kept her hands �tied� behind her the entire time and not once did she looked away from me.� She wanted me to go as fast or slow, as deep or shallow as I wanted.� My orgasm was building fast at the kinkiness of the scene and I had to remember not to blow in her mouth: she wanted a pearl necklace, after all!

My balls began to tighten and I could feel the orgasm was imminent.� I pulled her off of me and had her lay down in the grass.� I straddled her stomach and put my cock in the valley between her beautiful tits.� The first strand blasted forth and made a spectacular line from the center of her chest to her right collar bone.� Not a moment later, the second spurt shot out, making a trail to the left side of her neck.� The remaining strands fell at the center mark, tying the two large strands together and it was (not to brag) honestly one of the best �pearl necklaces� I�d ever seen (and I�d seen more than a few on line).

I moved from over the top of Cherry and she looked down at my work.

She said, �OOOOOH!� I love it!� Quick: take a picture!�

As I grabbed my phone, she removed her self-imposed binding on her wrists, pulled her hair from her ponytail and fluffed it out before she struck a pose as if it was an actual strand of pearls she was wearing.� Her head turned to the side and slightly down while holding her hand flat near (but not quite touching) her chest�fingers almost contacting the dollops of gooey pearls.� I took several pictures on my phone and she had me take a few with hers.

�Let me see!� she said.

I handed her the phones and she beamed in delight.

�Oh, David�It�s beautiful!� I actually feel pretty wearing it!�

I laughed but the funny part was: she wasn�t joking!� She gave me a sweet and lingering kiss and actually THANKED me for her �gift�.� I couldn�t help but wonder how I ended up with the coolest girlfriend in the world.

The sun was starting to get low in the sky and Cherry�s phone dinged; it was Olivia asking where she was.� Cherry texted back that she would be there in a few minutes.� She didn�t want to wipe away the �gift� I gave her, but she couldn�t exactly go home wearing it either.� Taking comfort in having the pictures to remember it, she rubbed the white globs into her chest as if it was skin lotion.� My shrinking erection came back in full force at the site of her doing that.

I said, �Look at what you just did to me!� How am I supposed to walk out of here like this?!�

She looked at my waiting cock and said, �Oh, poor baby!� I�m sorry!� Here: let me fix it.�

Without a moment of hesitation, she went right back to giving me another blowjob.� Except this time she was in full control without the games.� In an instant she took me in her mouth.� She bobbed back and forth a few times before taking a deep breath and plunging herself down forcefully until her nose was smashed into my pelvis.� She held it for a few seconds and came up gasping for a single breath of air before going right back down again.� She bobbed twice and had to come up for air again.� She looked up at me and her eyes were flooded and almost pouring over with gag reflex tears.� After a few more tentative bobs back and forth, she repeated her deep throat action; making it a goal to last longer each time.� The hardcore action was producing the lewd �gluck-gluck-gluck� sound found in so many graphic porn videos dedicated to such content.� My Cherry was the �Gold Standard�, for sure!� She had it all: she was fun, sweet, friendly, beautiful, and smart.� She looked like a sweet and innocent girl but could be a porn star when it came to sex!

My second orgasm hit quickly and without notice to me!� Cherry took the full load and savored it before swallowing it down.� I told her that I couldn�t believe how amazing she was and she returned the compliment.� I found that �funny� since she was the one that did all of the work and I was the one to get all of the benefits this time!

With my cock returning to �normal� mode, Cherry stood and got dressed while I put the soldier away.� We walked out from the trail hand in hand as if we had just taken the most innocent walk through a nature trail as any two people could take.

Before getting in Olivia�s car Cherry thanked me for the lovely time and I told her it was my pleasure (and that was certainly the truth!).� Driving home, I was on such a natural high that I couldn�t have told you why I had the day off from work that day.� I was literally humming love songs to myself (which is completely out of character for me; I�m a hard rock fan)!

I got to my apartment and when I went to get undressed, I noticed a bulge in my front pocket.� It was only then that I remembered Cherry gave me a gift.� I pulled the mystery item out and a new picture of what happened while my back was turned was painted in my mind in an instant.� I was holding Cherry�s lace panties.

Chapter 4

After my evening with Cherry, I was about as happy as I�d ever been.� I went about the apartment, cleaning and putting things away while humming some song I couldn�t put a title or group name to.� My thoughts drifted back and forth between the time spent with my Cherry that night and the time that I would be spending watching her at the upcoming game where she would be cheering.

It was getting late, so I decided to get a shower and couldn�t help but recall when we showered together that morning�just before I took her to school.� That shower was sexy as hell, even though there was nothing sexual about it.� I pictured her stepping in the shower once I told her the water was hot and how the water turned her hair a much darker shade of red as it became soaked.� She had stood where I was now with her back to the shower head; running her fingers through her hair with her eyes closed as I helped soap up her incredible body.� All I could wonder was: �how did she get to be so soft and yet so firm at the same time?�� But the most amazing aspect of it all was that, as hot as she was, I did not look at her with lust.� Rather, it was with awe and Love that I viewed Cherry.� Time seemed irrelevant with her: we�d only been together for a short time, but there was something there that just said we were meant for each other and that�s all that mattered to us.

The bathroom was beginning to get pretty steamy and I knew I was just wasting water at that point.� I turned off the shower, dried off, and put on a pair of boxers.� Before going to bed, I hung Cherry�s gift to me on one corner of the headboard; sort of an R rated �dream catcher�.� I flopped myself in bed and could catch Cherry�s light, sexy scent from time to time.� I slept soundly.

Cherry and I were walking on a nature trail, hand in hand.� She was talking about something, but it was as if she had started the conversation without me.� When I realized I didn�t know how we got to where we were or how we got there, I knew on some level that I was dreaming.� Knowing on that same level that this dream was better than the last, I fell into the dream.

Apparently, the dream was about ideas she was coming up with on ways for us to get together without her mother finding out.� She had a lot of ideas and I was just there listening to them.� Her voice was sweet and melodic.� I could just barely detect her perfume in the light, cool breeze.� Cherry wrapped her arm around my waist and I put my arm around hers; resting my hand on her hip as we walked side by side.

We continued coming up with ideas on how we could sneak some time together as we walked.� After a particularly good idea, there would be a break in the conversation as we attempted to dream up another good plan to try.� It was during one such break that Cherry moved her hand from my waist to rest it on my shoulder.� The pain was unexpected and I cringed slightly.� Understanding what she had done, she moved her hand back to where it had been.� As she did, her hip seemed to change; becoming a bit thinner and a bit higher.� Her hand also seemed smaller on me.

�David?�� The voice came from next to me, and while it was a pretty voice, it was at least an octave higher than Cherry�s.

I looked over to find Katie walking with me; her arm around me and my hand on her shoulder.� Startled, I jumped back a step or two and she stopped in her tracks; holding out her hands to me.� She was a little different this time.� Her eyes were still wide open and showing nothing but pupils, but she wasn�t a bloody mess like she was before.� Her leg was still broken and bone was still exposed, but she stood on it like it had always been that way.� Katie�s hair looked like she had tried to comb it with her fingers and instead of the tattered clothes she had before, she wore a bright yellow sundress.

�David,� she pleaded, �I can�t see.� Please don�t leave me here.� I don�t know where I�m going!�

Reaching out with a bit of uncertainty, I took her hand in mine and she closed the distance between us before we continued walking.

�David?� her tiny voice began again.� �What happened that day�when we met?�

I said, �You were in a car crash, sweetie.�

She said, �Yeah; that�s what I thought.�� After a few moments of thought she said, �It was so scary in there.� Why did you get in the car?� Weren�t you scared?�

I answered, �No.� I wasn�t afraid of the car.� I was only worried about getting you out.�

She thought for a moment and asked, �Are you a real superhero?�

I laughed out loud and said, �No; I�m just a normal guy.�

Katie though for a few moments again and said, �There were lots of people there, but you were the only one that got in the car with me.� That means you were a hero to me.�

�Thank you,� I said, �but I don�t feel like much of a hero.� A hero would have been able to do more.�

Katie said, �But if it wasn�t for you, I would have been scared and all alone in the car when I died.�� Reflecting on what she just said she asked with some hesitation, �I� died, right?�

Nodding my head slightly, I said, �Yeah.� I�m so sorry, Katie.�

Katie seemed to accept that and then added, �Momma died, too, huh?�

I confirmed, �Yeah; Momma, too.�

Katie just nodded without much surprise to the news about her mother as we continued walking.� The conversation quickly dwindled and I was soon simply reflecting on what Katie had said.� I turned to ask her a question, but she was gone.

I awoke from the dream with a sense of oddity while thankful it wasn�t the full blown nightmare I had before.� These dreams were so vivid and detailed that for the first few moments after waking it was hard to know for sure if it had been a dream or an actual encounter with Katie�s spirit.� After thinking about it for a while, I decided it was most likely just my own projection of what she might have said to me if she were able.� At the same time, though, I wondered if perhaps a person�s actual spirit could haunt another by using dreams as the medium.� Ghosts and haunting were things I�d never believed in before, but the dreams were so real it made me question those beliefs.

In attempt to rid my head of these thoughts, I shook my head quickly and made a conscious effort to think about something else.� I wondered for a moment if I should try going back to work to keep my mind off of Katie, but then I remembered Chief�s words to me and decided against it.� I had never realized how much time I spent at the firehouse until I was forced away from it.� Searching for something to occupy my time, I found a small stack of bills that had piled up over the last several days and decided to take care of them.

As the last bill was being sealed, my phone rang.� I knew it was Cherry before I even picked up the phone�I could just feel it was her (or maybe it was because I had just looked at the clock and knew she was getting out of school).� Cherry shared the details of her day with me; I just listened with enthusiasm and amazement at how little things had changed since I was in school.� It was the same drama; even some of the names were the same!� But since it was about her day, I wanted to hear all about it.

We alternated between talking and texting for most of the night until she had to go to bed and the day ended uneventfully.� The next day was more or less a repeat of the previous day�spent not getting much done and thinking about Katie and Cherry (in no particular order).

When school let out on Thursday, Cherry called to remind me about the upcoming football game (as though I could have forgotten about it) and asked if I was still coming to watch her.� I told her that, of course, I would be there and her voice went up an octave in excitement.

Cherry said, �I can�t wait to see you: it seems like forever since I saw you!�

I laughed but agreed with her saying, �I know what you mean.� It�s only been about 48 hours since we saw each other, but it feels like 48 hours of torture.�

�More like 48 weeks of torture!� I don�t know if I�m going to make it until tomorrow!� she responded.

I asked, �Is there any way you can get out tonight; make up an excuse for something?�

She said, �No; grounded�remember?�

I said, �Oh yeah; that�s right�damn.�

Then I had an idea.� I wasn�t sure how well it might work�if at all�but I figured it was worth a shot.

I asked Cherry, �What is your address?� I want to look you up on Google Earth.� If I can�t be with you, at least that might make me feel closer to you.�

Cherry said, �Aww, that�s sweet,� and she gave me her address before saying, �I�m going to look up you apartment, too.�

We talked for a few more minutes and then had to cut the conversation short since her mom was there to pick her up and take her home.� From that point, we resorted to texting for our communications.� I looked up her home as I had said and saw that it looked like an average community.� The lots in her area seemed a bit larger than some places and there was no shortage of trees or bushes.� Seeing her place did help me feel closer to her�for a while anyway.� But then I felt like I was teasing myself.� It was like going to a strip club and looking at the girls you can never touch; it�s ok at first, but before long you want more.

As the afternoon turned to evening, Cherry and I continued texting almost non-stop.� I noticed a few times that I was actually pacing while waiting for her texts to come in and each one was like the next present to a kid at Christmas.� It might sound like just an obsession, but it was more than that.� We had connected on multiple levels, never running out of something interesting to talk about, and I knew that I had fallen completely in love with her.

Before I even realized what I was doing, I was in the car and driving towards the love of my life.� It seemed like a �stalker� thing to do and I didn�t know what I was going to do once I got there, but I couldn�t help myself; I just had to be closer to Cherry.

It was getting late when I pulled into Cherry�s neighborhood.� It looked like most of the community was home for the night; cars in driveways and no one out on the sidewalks.� I turned onto her street and quickly found Cherry�s home but knew better than to stop in front of her place.� I parked a few houses down the street.

Cherry and her Mom lived in a Ranch style home that had a lot of large trees and shrubs for landscaping.� I only saw one light on in the house and since I was still texting her, I figured it might be Cherry�s room.� I walked back towards her place as though I belonged in the area while being careful to look and make sure no one was peering out of their windows at me.� Just as I was about to pass her place, I took one more look around and ducked behind some bushes and texted Cherry.

�What are you doing?�

She texted back, �Nothing.� You?�

�Just sitting here.� Wishing I could see you,� I texted back.

�Yeah, me too,� she replied.

�Is your mom still up?� I asked.

�No.� Why?�

As I made my way to what turned out to be her window, I explained, �I want to play a game.� Are you interested?�

She replied, �Oh that sounds like fun.� What kind of game do you have in mind?�

I said, �It�s a game of pretend; I want you to pretend that I�m there and you are putting on a show for me.�

Cherry said, �Ok; what kind of show would you like?�

Not wanting to limit her options, I said, �It�s your choice.� But the only rule is: whatever you say you are doing, you have to actually do it�no cheating!�

Cherry agreed to the terms of the game, locked her bedroom door, and began giving me a full narration of what she was doing.� Completely unaware that I could see her every move, she put on some music and said that she was doing a slow, sexy dance while pretending it was me she saw in the mirror.� Her hands explored her body; occasionally slipping under her t-shirt and yoga shorts.� A few minutes later, she was slipping the t-shirt over her head.� Until that point, I had thought she was wearing a bra because of how her magnificent breasts were standing�but they were standing proud without assistance!� Cherry told me she was now topless and that she was playing with her nipples.� So far she wasn�t breaking any rules!� She continued her sexy dance for me and turned around to stick her cute butt out towards the mirror.� She was almost facing me, but I could see the reflection of her hot ass.� Her hips began to gyrate in large, slow circles as if she was using a hula-hoop in slow motion.� Her thumbs hooked into the waist of her skin-tight shorts and she inched them down while slowly spinning around.� Her lacy panties came into view at an agonizingly slow rate.� They were low-rise with the wide sides that turned into a thong while still covering the top half of her butt.� Eventually, her yoga shorts were bunched up at the top of her legs and just under her ass cheeks.� Cherry stuck her butt back at the mirror and, while looking over her shoulder at her reflection, she smacked her ass so hard she hurt her own hand a little.� She turned back around and I could already see a bright red hand print on her cheek as she continued quietly narrating her strip tease.� The yoga shorts were wiggled down and discarded in a pile with her t-shirt and she began teasing with her panties.� Before long, they were sliding their way down her sexy legs and added to the pile.� She was now completely naked except for the necklace she wore and still looking/dancing in her mirror.

I said, �I can�t believe how incredibly sexy you are.�

She said, �I just wish you were here�right now.�

I said, �Oh?� What would you do if I was there now?�

Cherry answered, �I�d want you to touch me��

I asked, �Where?�

She placed her hands between her legs while she squeezed her thighs together and used her upper arms to squeeze her tits and said, �Right here!�

I was long since turned on by her show, but now I just wanted to jump through her window and take her right there in her bedroom!

I said, �Why don�t you get on your bed and pretend I�m there with you?�

Cherry did as I suggested and lay down on her bed which had at least a dozen various stuffed animals on it.� She opened her legs wide and began to masturbate right in front of me.� I had a great view, but I wished I was even closer.

She said, �Oh god, David; I wish you were here.� I loved feeling you inside of me!� It was so warm and smooth.� And I loved how it felt as it glided in and out and how slippery it was.� And when you came in me�so hot and wet�MMMM�.� But my favorite thing was how I could feel your heartbeat as your big cock throbbed inside my pussy.� That was so sexy and amazing!�

The fingers of Cherry�s right hand were dancing around her clit while her left hand massaged her breasts.� Her hips were thrusting up off of the bed as she continued narrating to me and trying to get herself off.

I couldn�t take much more and asked, �What would you do to have me there right now?�

She answered without hesitation, �Anything!� I�d do anything to have you here right now!�

Unable to resist I said, �What if I told you that all you had to do was open your bedroom window?� Would you open it?�

Not understanding what I was telling her, she answered, �I�d open it in a flash��

I held back my laugh and said, �Then open it; open your window!�

Cherry stopped masturbating as my words began to register and could only muster, �Huh?�

I said, �Knock-knock��

Thinking I was telling a joke, she asked the next part, �Who�s there?�

I replied, �I am.�

�I am, who?� she asked.

I said, �It�s not a joke: I�m there; I�m here!�

Cherry leaped from her bed and was at her window in an instant.� She pulled the curtain back and the light from her room illuminated my face.� She gasped in shock.

�ARE YOU CRAZY?!� What are you DOING here?!� she asked in a whispered yell as she opened her window.

Crawling through the now open window I said, �Yes I�m crazy�I had to see you!�

She said, �Oh my god!� We have to be quiet!� If my Mom wakes up��

I shook my head and whispered, �Don�t worry: I�ll be like a mouse in church�promise!

I half expected Cherry to grab her clothes and put them on �just in case� her mom woke up and busted us�at least then she could say that she had no idea I was coming over (which would have been true).� But instead, she began taking my clothes off of me!� My shorts and boxers were around my ankles before either of us remembered that I had shoes on.� I began kicking them off and Cherry got to work on stripping my shirt over my head.� I still had one shoe on (and nothing else) as Cherry pulled me onto her bed on top of her.� We kissed deeply like we had not seen each other in years as I attempted to kick the other shoe off.� Finally succeeding, it landed on the floor with a thud and we both froze at the sudden sound.� Figuring it out I said, �shoe,� and we were back at it.

Cherry�s legs wrapped tightly around me but my cock was pinned between us and the shaft pressed firmly into her swollen clit.� I began to thrust back and forth over it to keep it stimulated and Cherry moaned into my mouth.� She broke our kiss just enough to whisper, �Now�put it in me now!�

Not one to make a young lady beg, I moved back, lined myself up to her dripping wet vagina and pushed forward.� Cherry exhaled in relief with a hushed �YESSSSSSS� as my cock slid into home base.� She had her arms around my back and smiled bright as she looked into my eyes.� A few hairs were running down her face; I brushed them behind her ear with one hand and traced her jaw line to her chin before kissing her again.� Our bodies rocked together slowly to make sure her bed didn�t make any �obvious sounds� that would wake her mother.

Cherry broke our kiss and said, �You are crazy; you know that right?�

I nodded my head and said, �Crazy about you��

She said, �Thank you for coming to see me��� Then something entered her thoughts.� �OH SHIT!� she whispered.

Startled, I looked around to see no one there and asked, �What�what�s wrong?�

Cherry explained, �You can�t cum inside me!�

Thinking I understood why I asked, �Is it your fertile time of your cycle?�

She answered, �No; it�s not that�my period is only three or four days away.�

�Then what�s the problem?� I asked.

Cherry said, �It�s my Mom: she does the laundry.� If she finds a big cum stain on the sheets, she�s going to know what happened!�

I agreed with her, �Shit�� What do we do?�

She said, �I don�t know.�� I want to feel it squirt inside of me so bad!�

Suddenly I had an idea.� I grabbed my shirt from the floor, folded it a few times and placed it under her ass before resuming our position.� Cherry seemed satisfied with my plan and quickly forgot about the sheets.� As my cock glided back inside of her, Cherry let out a slow hiss that lasted until my balls pressed into her ass and we continued our slow, passionate love making.� We locked eyes as we quietly made Love and I noticed how Cherry�s hair moved against her pillow with each of my snail-paced thrusts into her.� Her face was positively radiant with her broad smile and I could see her eyes sparkle�even in the darkness of her room.

I kissed my way down to Cherry�s breast to take a nipple in my mouth while gently massaging her other breast with my hand.� In doing so, My cock backed out of her until just two or three inches were left inside of her.� I was making short strokes in and out while licking and sucking on her nipples.� In this new position and as luck would have it, I found her G spot!� I could feel the head of my dick rubbing against it with each short stroke.� Cherry�s legs shot out to each side of me; putting her in a full split on her back.� She was quickly going into ecstasy and was biting her lower lip in attempt to stifle her high-pitched squeals and moans.� Her incredibly tight vagina began to clamp down tighter on me and I could feel pulsing on the top side of my rock solid cock.� I knew she was having an orgasm and that brought on my own.� I quickly pushed in as deep as I could go and blasted her cervix with cum from point-blank range.� Cherry screamed at the sensation like a mouse being attacked by a cat before she grabbed the stuffed bear next to her, jammed it into her face and finished her orgasmic scream into it.

Before our orgasms were even finished pulsing, Cherry whispered, �Don�t move�stay still for a minute...�

I did as she asked and she said, �Can you feel that?� I feel your heartbeat inside of me!�

Vaguely aware of it, I nodded and said, �Yeah, I feel it, too.�

�I love that feeling so much!� she whispered. �Then she continued, saying, �Almost as much as I Love you!�

Cherry was making a reference to the first time I told her that I loved her just a few days ago and I picked up on it immediately.

�Really?� I asked.� �You love me?�

Cherry just nodded emphatically and smiled so wide that it turned into an overjoyed laugh.� That was the first time she actually said the words to me and I was in heaven.

�I�ve never been in Love before you; you are the first one I�ve ever said that to,� Cherry confessed.

I said, �I know I�m in Love with you.�� Then I teased her by asking, �But if this is your first time being in Love, how do you know it is real Love?�

In complete seriousness, Cherry whispered, �Because: I can feel it right here,� and she pointed to her upper stomach.� She said, �It feels funny�warm and tingly�right here when I think about you and I think about you all of the time.� When I�m with you my heart races for no reason and nothing in the world matters and time stands still.� But when we have to part, it feels like we were only together for a few seconds.� And every second we are apart feels like an hour�or even a day.� Each minute I have to wait to see you is an eternity.� That�s how I know.�

Unable to say it any better myself, I said, �That�s exactly how I feel about you,� and I kissed her again.� My dick was still just as hard as it ever was and still buried to the hilt in her, but we were both just resting that way.� I checked to make sure my shirt was still in place under us (and it was) before I pulled out of her.� I grabbed the shirt and caught what little of our juices dribbled out of her and Cherry rolled to her side as I repositioned to spoon behind her.� She spotted the clock on her dresser.

She whispered, �I didn�t realize it was so late; we�ve been making Love for hours!�

I said, �Wow, you�re right; and you have school in the morning.� I hate to, but I should probably go so you can sleep.�

With a sleepy voice she asked, �Not yet?� Can you put it back in me again?� I want to fall asleep with it in me.� Don�t go until I�m sleeping?� Ok?�

I agreed and she lifted her leg slightly so I could re-enter her before she let her leg rest again.� Cherry turned her head to look back over her shoulder at me for a moment and I kissed her goodnight.� My arm was under her head and she used it for a pillow while I wrapped both arms around her to hold her tight to me.� Cherry�s hair was in my face and I made no effort to move it; preferring to enjoy the light, fruity fragrance of her shampoo.

I was barely aware of precisely when Cherry fell asleep as I was almost asleep myself.� I elected to wait a little longer to make sure she was fully asleep so that I wouldn�t wake her when I attempted to move my arm out from under her head.� I suddenly became strangely and vaguely aware of my Mom telling me it was time to get up.� That was really bizarre because that was something that had not happened since I lived at home with my parents.� I was trying to make sense of it when, in an instant, I was flying through the air as though I�d just been hit by a bus.� My arms and legs instinctively shot out in attempt to grab on to something to catch me, but found only more air.� I first hit the wall and then the floor.� It was only then that I realized there was entirely too much natural light in the room for the middle of the night and Cherry was hushing me before I could utter a sound.� Clearly I had fallen asleep and it was morning!� Cherry�s Mom was waking her for school and wanted to know why her door was locked.� I (along with Cherry) was at a new level of panic!

�Just a second!� Cherry yelled to her Mom through her door.�

�Cherry, you open this door right now!� her mom demanded.

A shoe hit me in the head moments before another landed on my crotch followed by my clothes.� The dead are not as silent or still as I was at that moment.� I was certain, however, that the world could hear my pounding heart!

�Cherry Chastain: if you don�t open this door this instant--!�

�OK MOM!� Just a second!� JEEZ!�

I could see Cherry�s feet from under the bed and I knew that she was still naked.� In full panic, she unlocked the door and opened it just enough to poke her head around from behind the door.� Her Mom wasn�t satisfied with that and pushed her way into the room.

�What the hell, Cherry?� Why are you naked?� And why does it smell funny in here???� she demanded.

�MOM! Get OUT, PLEASE?!� Cherry said almost at the same time.

�Answer me!� What are you doing?�

Thinking quickly, Cherry said, �Fine: if you MUST know�I was�UGH!� I was�.you know!�

Her mom said, �No I don�t; what are you doing in here?!�

Cherry groaned, �I was�masturbating.� THERE!� Are you happy now?�

�Oh, for Christ�s sakes, Cherry!� Knock it off and get ready for school!�

�OK!� Can I just have some privacy?� PLEASE?� Cherry nearly demanded.

�Fine; you have an hour before the bus comes.� You�re not a little kid: act like it and keep an eye on the time!� I shouldn�t have to tell you this!�

�I know Mom�I got it��

With that, Cherry�s Mom left her alone to get ready.� I was unable to move.� I heard the door lock again and Cherry jumped on the bed, peering over the side to check on me.

She whispered, �I�m glad you are still here, but WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!�

�I fell asleep�sorry!� was my only pleading defense.

Cherry stretched down to me and kissed me good morning before taking my hand to pull me up from my hiding place.� It was only then that it dawned on me that she was �the bus� that hit/shoved me, sending me flying through the air.� I crawled over her bed and we were both still naked.

Cherry put a finger over her lips and whispered, �Come on; let�s get a shower.�

She opened what I thought was a closet door and it led to her own private bathroom; her closet was on the opposite side of it.� I was relieved to know that I was going to get to use the bathroom because I was about to burst!� I lifted the toilet seat and Cherry stopped me in my tracks.

She silently yelled, �WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!� ARE YOU INSANE?!�

I whispered back, �What?� I have to pee!�

�Have you ever heard what you sound like while peeing standing up?� You can�t pee standing up!�

�Oh, yeah�right��

She shook her head and rolled her eyes at my near stupid mistake and turned to brush her teeth.� As I sat on her toilet to pee, Cherry�s tight ass, complete with a light bruise the size and shape of her hand, was right in my face, swishing side to side as she vigorously brushed her teeth.� I finished before she did and stood right behind her with my hands on her hips.� She smiled at me in the mirror with her mouth full of foamy paste.� Everything she did was sexy to me�including something as mundane as brushing teeth!� My dick was getting ideas on where it would like to be and I was powerless to stop it.� Feeling the growing shaft raising to the occasion between her legs, Cherry got up on her toes and leaned forward to accommodate my growing cock.� I pushed into her pussy and she pushed back on me.� She rocked her hips slowly as she continued vigorously brushing her teeth.� Once she was done brushing, she spit and asked if I wanted to use her toothbrush; all without ever ceasing to grind on the rigid cock inside of her.� I said �sure� and she handed it to me over her shoulder.� Cherry stood up-right and walked off of my dick, allowing it to slap me in the stomach as she made her way over to the shower.� I didn�t even bother to rinse the toothbrush off before using it myself; I just put a little more paste on it and started brushing.

Cherry started the shower and got in while I finished brushing my teeth.� Once I finished, I joined her in the shower�standing behind her.� She was still rinsing down and I reached for her shampoo.� I poured a generous hand full of the fruity, fragrant goo and began massaging it into her hair as the water cascaded down her chest, stomach and legs.� Soap bubbles formed and I watched as they ran down her incredibly sexy back.� Some bubbles (the �lucky� ones) ran right down the crack of her ass.� When she felt like her hair was clean enough, she turned around to face me, handed me a pink bar of soap and began letting the water rinse her hair.� I knew what the soap was for and it wasn�t for me.� I washed her from top to bottom; paying extra attention to the areas that needed it after last night!

She noticed my still raging hard-on, grabbed it and whispered, �Oops.� Did I do that?�

Trying to keep the talking to a minimum, I just nodded my head, �yes�.

She said, �Well, we can�t leave it like that, now can we?� I�ll make you a deal: you put conditioner in my hair, and I�ll take care of this.� Ok?�

I whispered, �Deal!�

Cherry Turned back around and pushed her butt right back into my cock.� While I put the conditioner in her hair as agreed, she was grinding her sexy ass against my cock.� I thought I might give her a sperm tramp stamp if this lasted much longer, but she had other ideas.� We traded places in the shower; the water was at my back while the conditioner in her hair was being given time to �soak in�.� Cherry put her hands on my shoulders and lifted one knee up to my waist.� I hooked my arm under her knee with my hand on her hip.� Then she held on to my neck as she jumped up to bring her other leg up and I caught it the same way as the other.� I raised her up enough to get my cock lined up before lowering her back down on my rigid and slippery pole.

Even before her ass came to rest on my pelvis, Cherry said almost too loud, �Oh god that feels so amazing�so deep!�

With her weight being supported by her knees over my forearms and my hands holding her ass, I was able to penetrate her like never before.� I could actually feel her cervix rub against the tip of my cock with every move we made.� Cherry�s mouth hung open as she gasped for breath with sharp squeaks; both in and out.� She put her arms around my neck and pulled herself forward and up to help relieve some of the pressure on the entrance to her womb while using her legs to control the pace and depth of our thrusts.� She began moaning much louder and I kissed her deeply to try and mute her building orgasm.� It wasn�t working too well and I feared her Mom would hear us for sure; but there was no way we could stop now!� Cherry�s head began to vibrate and she could neither breathe in nor out.� Her eyes were as wide open as her mouth as she stared into my eyes.� Just seeing her beautiful, wet face in the throes of sexual bliss had my orgasm on edge.� I thought about how she said she was in Love with me and it was no longer possible to hold back the flood gates; I lowered her down until my cock head crashed into her cervix again and once again blew a tremendous load right on it.� Her pussy contracted almost violently as she began a loud string of hums consisting mostly of the letters �N� and �M�.� A gush of fluid erupted from her, pooling momentarily between our conjoined pelvises before slowly draining down my legs.

�Oh god; I�m so sorry,� Cherry whispered some-what horrified.

As quietly as I could I asked, �Why?�

Cherry said, �I think I just peed on you.�

I laughed and explained, �That wasn�t pee; you had a major orgasm!�

She thought for a moment and said, �It did feel really good�a lot better than peeing��

I said, �Trust me: it was your vagina squeezing out built up fluids while you had your orgasm.�

Cherry leaned in to kiss me again as she moved to pull herself up and off of me.� We rinsed off again under the still hot, running water.� The sight of her naked in front of me was doing nothing to get my swollen dick to return to its normal state, but it was time to get out of the shower.� She turned the water off, pulled the curtain back, and handed me a towel.

I whispered, �Won�t your Mom wonder why there are two wet towels?�

She said, �I always use two,� and pointed to her body and then her hair.

We dried off; she made due with using one towel before resorting to the blow drier to finish the job.� I was completely dressed while she was still naked and drying her hair.� I loved watching her go through her morning routine�even though my presence was a major change to it�I was still getting an idea of what she did every day. �She grabbed a bottle of lotion and sat down on her vanity stool.� Knowing what she was about to do, I wanted to �help�, so I went to her and took the lotion from her while kneeling in front of her.� Cherry smiled and extended one leg out to me as I poured a generous amount of lotion into my palm.� I rubbed it into her skin with pleasure; enjoying every square inch of her firm, shapely legs.� The lotion had been absorbed long before I finished massaging her legs and feet.

She stood and winked as she passed by me on the way to her closet.� She selected a basic pair of cotton panties and put them on.� Then she put on a sports bra that was unusually tight like the one she wore at practice; it squeezed her large tits in so much that it was a wonder the bra didn�t tear from the pressure.� I wondered why she was selecting these items to wear, but then she pulled out her cheerleading uniform on a hangar.� I looked at her quizzically.

She said, �Rival game tonight; big pep-rally during school; we wear our uniforms today.�

I nodded in understanding as she began to don her uniform.� The uniform was red and white with the large, block letters �MHS� across the chest.� Like most guys my age, I�d fantasized about watching a cheerleader striping out of her uniform; I�d never considered how sexy it might be to watch her put one on until now.� Cherry finished getting dressed and bent over at the waist while flipping her hair up and putting it into a ponytail high up on the crown of her head.� She stood straight and pulled the ponytail tight; checking her work in her mirror.� Satisfied with her hair, she began to apply some light makeup.� She was beautiful without makeup, but she became like a super model with it.� I watched as her red eyelashes became black with her mascara�not sure which way I liked them more.� She applied some eyeliner and lipstick and she was ready to stop traffic!� She put on some antiperspirant and some perfume before a pair of ankle socks and white sneakers completed her ensemble.� She stood, feet together and presented herself for my approval which I gave readily.

�Do I look ok?� she asked.

I said, �In a word, you look gorgeous!�

Cherry smiled and gave me a kiss that lingered longer than I thought it would (and I was NOT complaining).� Our kiss was interrupted by her Mom yelling from the kitchen.

�Cherry, you are going to be late!� Get it moving!� her Mom yelled.

As we broke our kiss, Cherry yelled, �I�m almost ready!� I�ll be right there!�� Then she whispered to me with a sad face, �I have to go��

I nodded in understanding and asked, �How am I going to get out of here without your Mom catching me?�

She said, �I�m going to have her drive me to school.� I�ll text you when it�s safe to leave; just leave out the back so no one sees you.�

She was inching towards the door when I said, �Hey�before you go: I Love you!�

Cherry seemed to spring from her spot and leaped into my arms in one movement; wrapping her legs around me.� The suddenness of the move had me off balance for a second.� She seemed not to notice as she grabbed my face and planted a deep kiss to my lips.� Our tongues found each other and slowly danced together.

Cherry broke our kiss to whisper in my ear, �I Love you, too, David.�

Knowing it would only be moments before her Mom was yelling for her again, Cherry got down, went to the door and waited for me to hide again before she opened it to leave.� I was surprised that she didn�t close the door behind her, but figured maybe she never closed it and didn�t want to �tip her hand� to her Mom.� I could hear the conversation between the two of them.

�Mom, I need you to drive me to school today.�

�Oh for crying out loud!� Why did you wait until the last second to tell me?� Why don�t you get a ride with Olivia?�

Cherry explained, �I was going to, but she had to leave earlier to go and pick up Lacy�

Her Mom said, �Well, if you weren�t messing around in the shower, maybe you would have been on time to get a ride with her!�

�I wasn�t messing around in the show��

Her Mom interrupted, �Oh don�t even try, Cherry!� I could hear you in there masturbating again!� You think I don�t know what it sounds like when a girl is getting herself off?!�

�MOM!� Can we NOT talk about this?�

Cherry�s Mom wasn�t too quick to drop the subject, but tried to change the direction of the conversation.� �It�s ok to masturbate: everyone does it.� You just need to be more responsible with WHEN you do it.�

�Gee, thanks Mom.� Now can we invite all of the neighbors over and tell them all about it, too?�� That would complete my embarrassment!�

�There�s no need to be embarrassed about masturbating!�

�MOM!� Can you stop SAYING THAT?�

Her Mom asked, �Saying what?� Masturbate?� What else am I supposed to call it?�

�I don�t know!� Call it �personal time� or �private time� or something; just don�t say�THAT!�

I could hear their voices fading as the front door opened and then closed behind them.� The conversation became muffled and then muted, but I knew it most likely continued all of the way to Cherry�s school.� A few minutes after they left, I got a text from Cherry.

It said, �Good morning!� How was your night?�

I laughed while understanding it was both her signal and a cover in case her Mom saw it.� I texted back and said, �Good morning to you!� I had a great night!� You?�

She texted, �pretty good� and added a face icon with its tongue sticking out�an indication that she was being far less than serious.

Not wanting to waste any time in making my getaway, I emerged from my hiding place and opted to go back out through Cherry�s window.� The surrounding bushes gave me a better chance at not being spotted.� I closed the window behind me and looked around to make sure no one was in the area before stepping out into the side yard.� I made my way towards the street and a guy spotted me.� Clearly, he knew I didn�t belong there.

Thinking quickly, I looked away from him and yelled, �Jackie!� Here girl!� and began to whistle for my fictitious dog.� I asked the guy, �Did you see a little Jack Russell Terrier come running through here?�

He said, �No, sorry,� and I said, �My daughter accidently let her out�KIDS!�

The guy agreed saying, �Tell me about it�I�ve got three.� Good luck, buddy�

I thanked him and said that it wasn�t the first time and the dog always comes back�but you have to go look anyway.� He laughed in understanding and I walked towards my car without saying another word.� As I got close to my car, I looked back to make sure he wasn�t watching me.� The guy was nowhere to be seen, so I got in my car and headed home.

Once I was in the car, I began to reflect on my amazing night with the Love of my life.� It was the best, most exciting and simultaneously scary night of my life, but something was bothering me and I didn�t know what it was.� I knew it was something that was said, but as I went over it in my head, nothing was �jumping out at me�.

I entered my apartment and went to get a change of clothes; still unable to shake the thought that something was �wrong�.� I was thinking about how we didn�t use any birth control, but that shouldn�t be a problem since she said her period was four days away at the most.� Four days isn�t long enough for an egg to be fertilized and implant itself before her period comes; so that wasn�t it.

I changed and flopped down on my bed; lost in thought.� I could still smell Cherry�s scent on me�her perfume was so light yet sweet.� But I could also smell her sex on me.� That was strange since we both had a shower already.� Then I remembered something: her panties hanging on my headboard.� That�s when the missing pieces clicked into place.� Unprotected sex when four days away from her period is fairly safe, but SEVEN days is pushing it!� Especially when she is still in her teens�girls her age often have a �wider window� for being able to conceive and have a viable pregnancy.� And if she was off her schedule even by a day or two, we would have a serious problem!

The thought of pregnancy was of no real concern to me when we first had sex because I didn�t know then what I knew now (after the conversation with her Mom).� I had mixed emotions at the possible predicament we could be facing.� My first thoughts were of how awful it would be for Cherry to have to face her entire school as they watched her stomach grow; telling the story for her about the details of her personal life.� Her true friends would be supportive, but so many more would ridicule her and say nasty things behind her back (or even to her face).� She would have to quit the cheerleading team that she loved so much.� Of course, she would have my complete support!� I would do anything and everything to make sure she and our baby were taken care of.� And I couldn�t imagine anyone I�d rather have as the mother of my child�it was just not the right time.

I was wrestling with my thoughts all day when I got a text from Cherry.� I hadn�t even realized it was mid-afternoon.

Her text said, �Just got out of school.� What did you do today (besides me)? LOL�

I texted back, �Just thought about you all day.�

Cherry sent me a smiley face and a heart.

I sent back, �?4U�� You said 3 to 4 days away, right?�

�?� was her response.

I replied, �until you get your��friend��.

Understanding she texted, �Oh, yeah.� Y?�

�Because 3 days ago...!�

Instead of a text, my phone rang.� Seeing it was her, I answered saying, �Hey��

Cherry�s voice had a smile to it as she said, �You are so crazy!� Did you forget?� Three days ago was my first time!�

Not understanding what her point was, I said, �What does that mean?�

She explained her logic, �You can�t get pregnant when it�s your first time!�

My heart sunk to have to tell her, �Cherry�babe�you absolutely CAN get pregnant your first time.� It happens all of the time.�

Still neither convinced nor worried, she asked, �Are you sure?�

I said, �Yeah; I�m sure.�

Cherry thought for a moment before saying matter-of-fact, �Well, if I�m pregnant, I�m pregnant.� And hopefully Mom will wait until after I have the baby before she kills me!� Seriously, though: don�t worry about it for now.� We�ll know in a few days and we�ll go from there.� OK?�

I just said, �Ok,� not sure if she was simply putting on a brave face or if she was truly not worried.� Either way, I admired her for her reaction.

Changing the subject, she asked, �Are you still coming to the game tonight?�

Almost laughing I said, �YEAH!� Of course!� I wouldn�t miss it.�

�The game starts at 7:00, but you can show up earlier if you want.� It�s $5 to get in.�

I joked, �I think I can come up with that much cash on short notice.� I�ll sell some of my stuff if I have to��

�Funny guy� Oh, here comes my Mom; I gotta go.�

We quickly said our �goodbyes� and told each other �I Love you� before ending the call.� Once off of the phone, I was already anxious to see her again.� Even though I knew it was too soon, I got ready for the game and left.

I parked roughly in the middle of the school parking lot.� There were plenty of open spaces a lot closer to the gate ( I was one of the few cars in the lot), but I didn�t want my car to start catching the attention of Cherry�s Mom�I figured that by the time she came to get Cherry, the lot would be full and my car would �blend in�.� And just in case her Mom dropped her off, I stayed in the car so that I wouldn�t be standing out by the ticket stands when she drove by.� Trying to make time pass quickly while sitting alone in a parked car is difficult, but it helps if you have a smart phone with a few stupid games on it.

Sometime later, the parking lot was about 20% full and I received a text from Cherry.

�I�m @ school.� When can you get here?�

I texted back, �I�ll be there in�two hours ago!�

�????� R U here?!�

I sent her a smiley face with a big grin, indicating �yes�.

She replied, �OMG!� Where?!�

�Right in the middle of the parking lot.�

�I C U!�

Seemingly out of nowhere, I saw Cherry running the way only a girl can run when she is excited�more of a trotting, skipping run with her hands hooked together�towards me.� I couldn�t contain my grin while I watched as her ponytail bounced and flew in the air rushing past and how her short uniform skirt mimicked her hair.� She didn�t even slow down as she got close to my car.� Electing to use it to stop her momentum, my car rocked to the side with a thud as Cherry attempted to tackle my car.� I was still reaching for the door handle when Cherry beat me to it and opened my door.� She helped pull me out of the car and planted a firm kiss on me for a few seconds before she broke it to look around.� She explained that �PDA� (Public Displays of Affection) was not allowed while in her uniform and she was making sure no one saw her.

We walked back in the direction she came from and sat on a bench to talk.

She said, �Last night and this morning was amazing.� And I�m glad you fell asleep with me; that was so romantic.�

�YOU are amazing.� And I was sure we were going to be busted when your Mom woke you up and wanted you to open the door.� Nice cover story, by the way,� I said.

Cherry agreed and said, �UGH! That was SO embarrassing!� I wasn�t even masturbating!�

I said, �No, but it was the perfect, acceptable explanation and she bought it.� Besides, it was better than telling the truth!�

�Yeah, well, you didn�t hear the conversation after I left you in my room!�

�I heard the first part of it�� You two were still talking about it on the way to the car,� I laughed.

She asked, �You think that�s funny?� That conversation was still going as we sat here in the parking lot!� She is STILL bringing it up!�

I said, �Oh my god, I�m sorry.� But you have to admit it is kind of funny.�

Cherry elbowed me and offered, �Why don�t you spend tomorrow talking to your Dad about jerking off and come tell me how funny it is, funny guy!�

I laughed and said, �Yeah, I see your point.� I�m really sorry.�

Cherry said, �It�s ok: Mom just thinks I�m flicking my bean now.�

�Flicking your bean?� I asked having never heard that particular phrase to describe it.

�Yeah, you know: double clicking the mouse; petting the kitten; Jill off��

Before she could continue, I cut her off and said, �Oh, I get it�I just never heard that one before.� �Jill off�; that�s a good one, too.�

Cherry was silent for a few moments before she put her head on my shoulder and asked reflectively, �Why am I so comfortable with you, David?� I can say anything to you and I�m not even a little embarrassed.�

I said, �It�s probably the same reason I�m so comfortable with you: Love�plain and simple.�

Agreeing, she nodded her head against my shoulder and said, �Yeah, that�s why.�

We sat in silence for a while, just enjoying being close to each other.� Then she broke the silence.

�What are you thinking about right now?�

I said, �I was just thinking about how much I�m enjoying this moment with you.� I�m just as happy doing this as I was last night and this morning.� What were thinking about?�

She replied, �I was thinking about what you said earlier�about if I might be pregnant.�

I thought for a second and asked, �Are you worried?�

She said, �No�� A little maybe�� Yes.� I don�t know.�

I said, �It�s ok: I understand.� I�m the same way.� There are some things that I�m worried about, too.� But whatever happens, just know that I�m going to be right there with you; I won�t leave you.� Ok?�

Cherry nodded her head saying, �I know.�� After a few more moments of thought, she added, �I just thought I�d be a little older when I would have my first baby.�

�I think you are getting ahead of yourself, Babe.� We don�t even know if you are pregnant or if you COULD be.� Couples often have to have sex multiple times a day for days on end to get pregnant.� It�s actually kind or rare to conceive after a single encounter.�

Cherry said, �Really?�

�Sure,� I said.� �You ever hear of a couple that tells people that they are trying to have a baby?� Well that�s what they are doing: having a lot of sex every day until they succeed.�

Cherry seemed to reluctantly buy what I was selling her.� I felt bad for bending the truth to such an extreme to her, but I didn�t want her to worry.

A few moments later, Cherry stood and pulled me up with her.� She took my hand and said that she wanted to show me around her school.� Of course, I went with her and she gave me the �grand tour�; pointing out where her classes were and she showed me her locker.� Thoughts of pregnancy and babies seemed to have vanished from her head.� She had a spring to her step and her voice was her usual cheery tone.� We made our way back towards the front of the school and she could tell by the level of activity outside that she needed to make her way to the field.� I got in line at the ticket stands and she grabbed my hand and pulled me with her.� Before I realized what she was doing, she told the guy collecting tickets �he�s with me� and he waved me in.� Cherry saw the look of disbelief on my face and she just smiled and winked at me.

I said, �Wow! It really pays to have a hot girlfriend in a cute cheerleading uniform!�� Cherry smiled again and I added, �It paid $5 in this case��� That comment earned me a swift punch in the arm!� But it was worth the bruise that was sure to result.

The rest of the team was already setting up their area and Cherry went to join them while I took a spot along the fence near them.� They had a little meeting and I presumed they were going over routine schedule changes or something.� But for all I knew, they were talking about the latest Hollywood gossip.

As the clock got closer to 7:00, the stadium (which only covered the length of one side of the field) filled to capacity and there were almost as many spectators on the grounds around the field as in the stands.� The marching band played a lively cadence as they marched to the end of the field and the football team began making their way to the field.� Cherry and the rest of the cheerleaders held up a large paper banner on the field that had a football player sporting the opposing team�s colors in the �set� position.� The banner (of course) called for �our� team to tear the visitors to shreds.� The game announcer introduced the football team and they tore through the banner in a symbolic gesture of what they hoped to accomplish that night.

Cherry�s squad took position in front of the capacity crowd and started their opening cheer.� They had everyone alternately shouting the home team�s colors of �red� and �white� and soon the spectators were electrified ( I was, anyway).

The game started and I barely noticed; focused on my sexy girlfriend.� The squad would pay attention to the game for a few minutes before turning back to the stadium to lead them in giving oral support of the players on field.� I was mesmerized by Cherry as she cheered; her genuine smile, bright eyes, and level of energy were almost incomprehensible.� She would shoot a glance over to me and smile periodically, perhaps just pleased that I was watching her and not the game.� The guy standing next to me apparently noticed that I was focused on Cherry.

He nudged me and said, �Forget it, dude.�

I looked at him for a moment before returning my gaze to Cherry and said, �Forget what?�

He elaborated, �You�re staring at the redhead, aren�t you?�� It wasn�t a question as much as it was a statement.

I said, �I�m looking at an angel on Earth.�

He said, �Well, do yourself a favor and look away.� A girl that hot�you�d have to be a millionaire to snag her.�

I didn�t want to burst his bubble and said, �I�m far from being a millionaire, but hey, you never know.�

�Trust me,� he said, �you don�t have a chance.�

I was enjoying this little conversation and decided to mess with him a bit.

I said, �I think I might have a chance; as much chance as anyone else.�

He scoffed, �Yeah, just like you have a chance of winning the lottery!� If she even talked to you, you�d be smart to go buy a ticket!�

I said, �I�ll bet you the price of a lottery ticket that I can get her to come over here and talk to me before this game is over.�

The guy nearly choked on the toothpick in his mouth and said, �Oh, you�re on!� I�ve been coming to all of these games and she never talks to any guys.�

We shook hands on the unfair bet and he said, �You just made a sucker�s bet, buddy.�� He was right about it being a sucker�s bet; he was just wrong about which of us was the sucker.

A few minutes later, the stadium roared to life and I looked up just in time to see one of our receivers catch the ball in the end zone to score a touchdown.

The guy next to me said, �OH!� Watch this!�� But I saw nothing unusual before he said, �Oh, she didn�t do it.� That�s odd.�

Not knowing what he was talking about, I said, �What?�

He said, �Normally she does this �thing� when we get a touchdown.� I can�t describe it but it is pretty killer.�

I looked over at Cherry and she had a slightly worried look on her face and the other girl�s were talking to her.� It looked like she was reassuring them and they were one by one giving her some space.

Then the guy I made the bet with said, �Maybe she�s not feeling well.� She�s holding her stomach.�

The moment he said that, I knew what was on her mind.� She was worried about doing something that might jeopardize her possible pregnancy.� It was only then that I realized she had been holding her stomach in idle moments since she took the field.� Like an idiot, I�d thought she was simply adjusting her uniform before.

The guy next to me said he�d be back after he went to use the bathroom and while he was gone, I motioned to Cherry to ask if she was �ok�.� She ran over to me to see what I wanted to say.

I asked, �Are you ok?�

She said, �Yeah, why?�

I explained, �Well, the guy that was here a minute ago said you weren�t doing something that you normally do when they score.� And I saw you holding your stomach, so��

Cherry said, �No, I�m fine.� I just don�t want to�risk anything.� You know?�

I motioned for her to come closer and I whispered in her ear, �Babe: you don�t have to worry about that.� If it�s true, it�s nothing more than a single, fertilized cell.� You can�t hurt it by anything you could do out there�believe me�it is safe!�

She asked, �Are you sure?� What if��

I said, �I�m 100% positive.� You could go racing dirt bikes over large rocks and not hurt anything at this stage!�

She said, �Ok; if you are sure,� and turned to rejoin her squad.

Before she got far, I called her back and said, �Do me a favor?� When the guy that was here before comes back, pretend we are strangers and play hard to get with me but then give me your number before the game is over?�

Cherry looked at me strangely for a second and asked rhetorically, �What HAVE you two been talking about?�

As she turned to skip back to the rest of the squad, I said, �Thanks, Babe!� Love you!�

She turned around and stopped at the same time and puckered her lips at me before joining her friends.� Two minutes later, my �buddy� was back.

�Did I miss anything?� he asked.

I lied and said, �Nope; not a thing.�

After our little talk, Cherry�s self consciousness seemed to vanish entirely.� She was no longer holding her stomach, at least.� About ten minutes later, any question I may have had about where her mind was focused melted away when our team scored again.� I was looking towards the end zone to see who scored when the guy next to me said, �Oh!� There she goes!�

I turned my attention immediately back to where Cherry had been, only to find she was running at full speed towards the end zone.� I knew instantly that, in a race, there was NO chance of me keeping up with her!� I had no idea what she was doing, but I didn�t have to wait long to find out.� When she was near the 30 yard line, she took a long skip through the air and came down into a perfect cartwheel which turned into at least two or three more, followed by a no-hands cartwheel, rotating in mid air, and she began doing so many fast, back hand springs that I couldn�t count them if I was watching her in slow motion!� On the last back hand spring, she LAUNCHED into the air and did at least two flips and who knows how many twists before executing a perfect landing facing back towards the stands.� The crowd went nuts!!!

I stood there like I was brain-dead; mouth hung open, unable to believe what I just saw.� The rest of the squad was still running after her and periodically jumping and doing splits in the air as she skipped her way back to them.

As the volume of the fans returned to normal levels, the guy next to me said, �Can you believe that shit?� THAT is talent!�

I just shook my head to the first question before nodding to the second.

He continued, �And look at that ass!� Damn, what I wouldn�t do for a piece of that!�

I wasn�t sure if I should have been proud or pissed at that point.� But I played it down by saying, �Take it easy: that�s my girlfriend you�re talking about.�

Not realizing I was telling the truth, he said, �Your girlfriend?� Hell, she�s my future wife; I saw her first!�

I looked at him for a second and said, �You can�t call �dibs� on a girl you have never talked to.� I�m getting that number tonight, so you�re shit-out of luck.�

He laughed so hard he almost fell down.� �You think you are getting HER number?!� You belong in the nut house�no offense!�

Without looking away from Cherry I said, �Double or nothing I get her phone number tonight.�

He was shaking with laughter and said, �Four dollars?� Ok; I�ll even give you 10 to one odds!�

I looked at him and he continued, �You pull that redhead�s number and I�ll give you forty bucks.� You fail like I know you will, you owe me four dollars.�

We shook on his �sucker�s bet� and I had to bite my tongue to keep my composure.

After Cherry�s gymnastic tumble, she didn�t look in my direction very much; clearly playing �hard to get� like I asked her to do.� My �buddy� kept laughing about how I was �never getting that number� and that I should just go ahead and hand over the four dollars.� Every once in a while she would look in our direction and I�d motion for her, but she would just look away like she either didn�t see or wasn�t interested.� Each time �buddy� would start laughing at me again.

It was late in the fourth quarter and the home team had long since secured the win.� Thinking of a way to signal Cherry that it was time for her to come and help me complete my charade with this guy, I reached into my wallet and pulled out a random business card and held it up for her to see.� I think the card was for a car wash place, but it didn�t matter.� Cherry got permission from Olivia to come over and when she reached the fence in front of me, �buddy� was paying close attention.

Cherry said, �Yes?� as she took the card.� Before I could say anything, she handed me the card back and asked, �What�s this?�

Taking the card back I said, �This?� This was just to get you come over here.�

She asked, �Why?�

I said, �I needed to put a voice to the woman.�

Cherry said, �Oh, please�can�t you do better than that?�

She turned to leave and I said, �Wait!� You�re right; that was stupid to use a cheesy pick up line on you.� I�m sorry.� The truth is��

Cherry looked at me like I was a stranger and she was ready to shoot me down once and for all.

I continued, �The truth is: you captivated me tonight.� And while you are very beautiful and talented, it wasn�t even that which captured my eye.� It is how full of life and how spirited you are.�

Cherry replied, �Well, I AM a cheerleader��

I said, �No: those girls over there are cheerleaders.� You are more than just a cheerleader.� There is something special about you that I�ve never seen in another person.� I guess I was just hoping maybe we could meet for coffee or something and talk; get to know each other�no pressure.�

She was quiet for a moment and said, �Ok.� Sure.� What the hell?�

I said, �If you feel uncomfortable with giving me your number, I can give you mine so we can set up a time and place.�

Cherry smiled and said, �Such a gentleman�it�s ok�hand me your phone and I�ll add it to your contacts.�

I handed her my phone and she pretended to add her contact info (which was, of course, already in my phone).� As she handed my phone back to me, she stuck out her hand and �introduced herself�.

�I�m Cherry, by the way.�

�David; It is a pleasure to meet you, Cherry,� I said while shaking her hand.

�Nice to meet you, too.� I�ll see you later, then?�

I agreed, �See you later.�

With that, Cherry smiled and ran back to her squad.� My �buddy� was no longer laughing; standing in shock at what he just saw transpire.

�How the FUCK did you do that?�

I said, �You saw for yourself: girls like that, you have to talk to them like they are a person and not just a �piece of ass�.�

He said, �Well, shit.� I saw it and I still don�t know how you did it.� But, a bet is a bet.�� Handing me the payout from the sucker�s bet, he said, �It was worth it just to see it.�� He stuck out his hand and said, �Name�s Jim, by the way.�

Shaking his hand I said, �David.�

A few minutes before the game ended, Jim left and I watched my knockout girlfriend in peace as the game wrapped up.� Once officially over, Cherry came over to me and asked how she did.

I said, �You were spectacular!� I had no idea you could move like that!� Where did you learn to do that?�

Cherry said, �I used to take gymnastics before I started cheerleading.� I love doing gymnastics, but I don�t like all of the competitions with the behind-the-scenes politics, fighting and bitching.� Competitions are very rigid with how you have to act and it just sucks the fun out of it.� With cheerleading, I can still do the tumbling and let the real �me� show.�

I said, �Well you were nothing less than incredible tonight!�

Cherry thanked me with a hug and we went to collect her things.� She checked her phone and saw she had a text message from her Mom.

�UGH.� Mom will be here in a few minutes,� she said.

�When can I see you again?� I asked.

Cherry said, �I don�t know.� Coming to the house is way too dangerous on the weekend and I�m still grounded, so�.�

I sighed in resignation and said, �I know�it�s ok: we�ll think of something.�

The crowd was quickly filtering out into the parking lot, leaving few of us left in the stadium.� Cherry led me to an area on the far side of the stands that were deserted and we found a small area that afforded a reasonable amount of privacy.� I assumed she wanted to give me a quick kiss goodbye without fear of getting in trouble.� I fell short with that assumption.

She said, �Quick: we don�t have much time,� as she reached under her skirt and pulled her bloomers and panties to her feet in one swift move.

I asked, �Are you sure?!� Here?� Now?!�

�Yes, now!� she said.

I hastily dropped my pants and pulled my already growing dick through the fly of my boxers.� I picked Cherry up as I had in her shower that morning, but when I tried to lower her onto my cock, she nearly jumped out of my arms.

�Wait: I�m not wet enough yet�it hurts.�

Without a word I set her on her feet and kneeled down in front of her.� Facing me, she leaned up against a wall and put one leg over my shoulder as I started to lap at her pussy like a starving kitten with a bowl of milk.� Her fine wisps of hair above her clit tickled my nose as my tongue darted in and around her vaginal opening.� With my head under her skirt, I placed both hands on her ass cheeks to force her crotch into my face as I moved my nose from side to side; flicking her clit back and forth.� Before I knew it, both of her legs were on my shoulders and her knees were splayed wide to give my oral assault full access to her moistening vagina.� I wanted to continue licking her for the foreseeable future, but time was something we didn�t have a lot of at that moment.

�Ok; that�s good�do it now,� Cherry said as she pulled her legs from over my shoulders.

I picked her up again as before and set her down on my skyward pointing cock.� This time it slipped inside much easier.� The moment my dick head touched her cervix, her phone buzzed and we both knew her Mom was in the parking lot�waiting for her.� She had her hands hooked on the back of my neck for support and we started humping like sex-starved bunnies.� Our eyes were locked together and I could see Cherry�s pony tail bouncing like she was jumping on a pogo stick.� Her orgasm wasn�t coming fast enough for her, so she pulled her top and sports bra off at the same time, leaving her wearing nothing but her cheerleading skirt and her socks and sneakers.� Cherry straightened her back and pulled herself in close to me; putting a nipple in reach of my mouth.� Needing no direction, I sucked it in hard and did my best to give her a hickey on it.� A few seconds later, I switched to her other breast and gently, yet firmly, bit her nipple before rapidly licking away the minor pain.

�Oh, fuck yeah!� That feels so good,� Cherry said; her voice echoing in our hiding place.� �Don�t stop.� I want it harder and faster!�

I increased my thrust speed and stroke length and she began to vibrate and hum out loud.� The impact of our bodies was making a very pornographic slapping sound that would have been unmistakable if anyone happened to walk by.� We didn�t care.

Cherry�s phone began to ring with a call the moment my load busted free from seemingly deep inside me.�� Her pussy suddenly gripped my cock and she squeezed me with everything she had; legs, arms, hands, and vagina.� Her orgasm had her gasping and exhaling heavily through her open mouth as her phone rang insistently.� Cherry reached for the phone on the ground and I squatted down with her while our mated parts continued to glide and convulse together.� She picked up the phone and answered it.

We�re wrapping up now, Mom.� Be right out in a minute.�

I could hear her Mom say, �What�s the hold up?� Let�s go.�

Cherry said, �Um, something came up that I had to take care of�I�m coming right now.�

I leaned back and pushed my cock even harder inside of Cherry.� My cock head pushed hard against her cervix, causing Cherry to gasp sharply before saying �ouch!� at the pressure.

I heard her Mom ask, �What�d you do?�

Cherry said, �Oh, nothing: I just got poked by something.� I�m fine.�

She placed her free hand on my stomach to steady herself as she rose up a fraction of an inch to relieve the pressure.� She ground her hips back and forth on me.� I had both feet and hands planted on the cement and I was in the �crab walk� position while Cherry bounced on me like she was riding a trotting horse.

Her Mom said, �Ok.� Hurry up�I want to get home,� and ended the call as Cherry did the same before dropping the phone.

I said, �Well, you didn�t lie to her: we were wrapping up; and you are coming right now!�

Cherry said, �SHH.� Don�t move��� She waited for a few moments and said, �There it is��� She was feeling my heartbeat again.

Our orgasms were barely finished when she dismounted me; first sliding forward and then back over my cum-soaked cock.� To my surprise, she pulled my goo covered shaft into her mouth and cleaned it off.�

Once it was clean she said, �MMM; salty and sweet!� We taste great together!�

Stunned, I said, �You are my QUEEN!�

My boxers were soaked at the crotch and her pussy was in a similar state.� Not having thought that part through, she was forced to resort to using her panties to wipe herself clean.� But she couldn�t put the wet panties on under her uniform, so she gave them to me (she couldn�t take them home when they were soaked in bodily fluids).� Cherry grabbed her sports bra and uniform top and started getting dressed.� With my own pants back on, I found the remaining item of her uniform and held it until she was ready for it.

Handing them to her I said, �Here�s your bloomers��

She looked at me like she couldn�t believe what I just said.� While taking them from me she said, �Oh my god, you did not just call these �bloomers�.�

I asked, �Isn�t that what they are called?�

Cherry remarked, �Oh thank god you didn�t call them that in front of the others; I would have never heard the end of it.�� As she stepped into them and began pulling them up to cover her bare ass she said, �These are called kick pants.� You could also call them �lollies� or �spankies�.� You could even call them �bundies�.� Just don�t ever call them bloomers: those are �granny panties�.�

Enlightened, I said, �Ok; kick pants�got it.�� I noticed she had something stuck to her top and said, �You have something on your top; I�ll get it��

Cherry groaned.

�What now?� I asked.

Cherry laughed and said while pointing to the top part of her uniform, �This is called a shell.� If it had sleeves, it would be called a liner.�

Not wanting to make another naming error, I tugged on her skirt and asked, �Ok: what�s this part called?�

Cherry looked at me in disbelief and answered with an implied �duh�, �That�s my skirt.�

I said, �Of course it is,� before asking rhetorically, �What else would it be called?�

She made adjustments to her uniform to make it feel and look �correct�.� She had to keep adjusting her kick pants; evidently unable to get them to feel right since she wasn�t wearing any underwear.� She called the fight on fixing their feel against her crotch and presented herself to me for approval�mostly to make sure she looked presentable to the public.

Once dressed, you couldn�t tell what we had just done.� For the first time, the action of what we did was that of a quick and simple fuck session.� But we both knew that it was based on a much deeper Love for each other.� We kissed passionately for a moment and said we would be counting the endless seconds before we could see each other again and parted ways.

I stayed put until she texted me as a signal that it was safe to come out from our hiding place.� On the way home, I couldn�t imagine being any happier.� That made me wonder why I was still not sure if I was ready to go back to work (which meant I wasn�t ready).� What was I missing?� There was still something wrong; but what was it?

I got home and didn�t even bother to shower before going to bed.� I hung Cherry�s panties on the head board with the other pair she gave me as a gift and went to sleep�

Chapter 5

The last 24 hours were mostly spent with the Love of my life and I was in an amazing place emotionally.� At the same time, I was still troubled about the loss of Katie.� My thoughts alternated at random between the two as I drifted off to sleep.

I found myself walking along an all too familiar road.� Up ahead stood a girl facing away from me and I knew who she was before I got to her; she wore a yellow sundress.� As I reached her, I stopped next to Katie.

Without needing to look at her I said, �Hello, Katie.�

I could sense her look up to me and she said, �Oh; hello David.�

We stood before �the intersection� and I said, �Why are you here?� Wouldn�t you rather be somewhere else?�

Katie took my hand and said, �Yeah.� I don�t like it here.� This needs to be different; it looks scary this way.�

I looked down to see her face and she looked up at me again.� For the first time, her eyes looked normal to me.� They were deep brown like her hair that was blowing lazily in the breeze.� Seeing her eyes with life behind them for the first time gave me an anew sense of the tragic loss.

I looked back at the intersection and agreed, �It is scary; you�re right.� And it definitely needs to be different.�

Katie asked me, �Can you do it?� Make it different?�

I shook my head saying, �No; that�s not what I do.� Remember?� I�m just a fireman.�

Katie said, �I remember.�� After a few moments she asked, �Do you know someone that knows how to make roads different?�

I thought for a moment and said, �I might be able to find someone.�

�You should try,� she suggested.

I said, �I�m going to find someone to fix this; I promise.�

Katie hugged my arm and moments later, she was gone.� I woke up to see it was still the middle of the night.� Not wanting to forget the dream before morning, I wrote notes to myself and went back to sleep.

I had another dream, but this time it was about Cherry�and much more pleasant.� The dreamed focused around the possible pregnancy we were facing together, but there was never a moment that said definitively that she was either positive or negative�just as the results were to be revealed to us, something would happen to stop us from getting the information we sought.

Unable to sleep in (even though it was a Saturday), I got up early and went straight to my computer.� After a brief search online, I found that, as luck would have it, there would be a town hall meeting next Wednesday.� I would be there: I had a mission.

I got dressed (still without having a shower), grabbed my HD camera, and went for a drive.� I was going to �the intersection�, but this time it wasn�t about my work�it was about my mission and the promise I made to a little girl in my dreams.� I parked my car on the side of the road and got out before getting to work.� I started taking pictures of the intersection from every angle imaginable; pictures approaching the intersection from both roads and both directions; pictures at the intersection showing blind spots and possible optical illusions that could cause a driver to miscalculate the speed or distance of a vehicle.

When I was satisfied that I had enough photos to document the intersection, I went home and got back on the computer.� I did a satellite search and found the view of the area from directly above.� I saved the image to disk and took it with me to have a large print made.

With the collected materials in hand, I began putting together a presentation of the problem; it was so easy even I was able to do it!� It infuriated me that no one else had done this before now.� It occurred to me that perhaps they knew it was a problem but just didn�t know what to do about it (or worse, didn�t care).

Knowing that it did little good to simply point out a problem and have no solution to offer, I began trying to work out how to fix the intersection.� By no stretch of the imagination was I a civil engineer and the solution was evading me.� Putting in an overpass only served to move the problem further up the road.� There was already a light there and it was clear that was not enough.� Signs did little or nothing to alert drivers not paying attention.

My project was beginning to frustrate me when my phone rang.� It was Cherry calling to FaceTime with me.� I took the call (of course) and she was still lying in bed.

I said, �Well, good morning sleepy head!� You know it�s 12:30, right?�

Through a yawn she answered, �Yeah, I know.� The game tired me out last night; my legs are sore�but in a good way.�

I smiled at her coded message and said, �I know what you mean: I had a good workout yesterday, too.�

As she got out of bed she asked, �What are you doing?�

I told her about my day to that point and how I was at a loss for a way to fix the issue.� While I talked, I could see Cherry as she went about her business in her room and she took me with her into the bathroom.� Without a bit of embarrassment, she sat on the toilet and peed.� She wasn�t showing the graphic details of it; all I could see was her face and the picture over the toilet in the background as she listened to me, but I knew what she was doing.� She finished and set her phone down giving me an excellent view of the ceiling for a few moments before I heard a flush and then running water.

She came back to the phone and her hair was piled up in a bun on top of her head.� She walked over to the tub and the sound of running water became louder.� She propped the phone up on a shelf near the tub and I could see her sitting on the side of it as she added bubble bath to the running water.

I finished telling her about my project and how I was stuck at the moment and she offered, �Sometimes when you get to a point like that, you have to just stop and step back from it for a while.� Think about something else and come back to it with a clear mind.�

I conceded, �Yeah.� You might be right.�

I could just make out Cherry�s Mom yelling something to her when she relied yelling, �OK!�� Her Mom said something else and Cherry said, �No thanks; I�m fine!�

Before I could ask what that was about, she informed me that her Mom was going to the store for groceries.� Before I could finish the thought about going to see her while her Mom was gone, Cherry said, �Don�t even think about it: she won�t be gone long enough�unfortunately.�

Cherry was still sitting on the side of the tub and testing the temperature of the water.� I was only able to see from her knees to the top of her mid-drift.� She was wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts that were cut from a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt.� Cherry made an adjustment to the hot water valve before pulling the t-shirt over her head.� I could see the very bottom of her amazing tits and found myself tilting my phone in attempt to see more.� She stood up and all I could see was the very bottom of her self-made shorts before she pushed them down to her feet, giving me a brief look at her breasts, before stepping out of the shorts.� She stepped into the tub and sank down into the bubbles, finally coming face to face with me on the screen.

I watched as she quietly luxuriated in her bubble bath.� There were enough bubbles to hide her breasts from view, but not her shoulders and upper chest.� However, I was really just focused on her face; she wore no makeup and she was still stunning.� The hair hastily piled on top of her head was just as sexy (perhaps because of the setting) than if she had spent an hour fixing it.

Cherry sang a sweet song; replacing the words with various sounds like �la�, �de�, �dum�, and etcetera.� Her singing voice was like that of an angel and I was not surprised.� She would periodically took over at me on her phone and give a mildly amused smile�probably due to the stupid look on my face.

I continued to watch as she reached for something out of frame.� She leaned back and one leg rose above the bubbles�toes pointed.� The item she had grabbed turned out to be a lady�s razor and she began gliding it along her silky skin.� I had been with her just over 12 hours ago and they were like silk then; I guessed she shaved them regardless of need.� She continued to sing while finishing her legs.� Once she completed the task, she bent her knees up and leaned forward into them; wrapping her arms around her legs while we continued to talk.

We talked about anything that happened to come to mind.� Neither of us was afraid to broach a subject; if we thought about it, we brought it up without hesitation or worry due to possible reactions.� We discussed everything from when we might get to see each other again to where we saw our relationship going; from what we were going to do if she was pregnant to how many kids we thought we would want to have.

Cherry leaned forward again, but this time she flipped the lever to drain the water from her bubble bath.

I asked, �No more bubble bath?�

She answered with a smile, �You can�t have a bubble bath without bubbles.� See? They are all gone.�

She picked up the phone and gave me a view from higher up; looking down at her in the tub.� Just as she had said: there was nothing in the tub but clear water and an incredibly sexy, naked young lady.

Suddenly, Cherry gasped in faux shock and she used her free arm to try and cover her exposed body while saying, �How dare you look in upon me while I�m bathing!�� She put on an over-exaggerated southern belle accent that seemed to come straight out of a western movie from the 1940�s.

Picking up on her joke, I adapted my own cowboy accent and said, �Terribly sorry Ma�am.� I didn�t recon there was no one in here.�

She was still holding the phone in the same position when she said in the same voice, �Well look away you cad!�

I said, �I�m powerful sorry, Miss, but if you ain�t just the pertiest thing I ever did see�I�caint�look away!�

The last line had her laughing and she dropped character, securing me the �win� for our little game.� She stood up and reached for her towel to dry off.� The phone was propped up again and I could see almost all of her bathroom.� She dried off as casually as if no one was watching and hung the towel to dry.� Once again she sat on her vanity stool, applied lotion to her legs, and I found myself wishing I was there to do it for her�still able to sense the fragrance of it.� Besides, I was much more thorough when it came to massaging it into her skin!� Cherry turned to face her mirror, let down her hair, and began brushing it out in long, slow strokes.

In a very nonchalant tone, Cherry asked me, �What were you doing a week ago at this time?�

I said, �One week ago at this time?� Easy: I was with you at the mall.�� I looked at the clock to get the exact time and said, �At this precise time, we had finished lunch and were still talking in the food court.�

Seeing an opportunity to challenge me, she asked, �What was I wearing?�

I said matter-of-fact, �Black yoga shorts and a tank top; that was easy.�

Her eyes narrowed and she asked, �Yeah, but what did I have for lunch?�

I said, �Oh, give me a break!� How am I supposed to remember that you had a spinach salad topped with char grilled chicken and balsamic vinaigrette?� Next you�ll expect me to remember that you like an orange wedge in your water instead of lemon!�

Cherry�s mouth hung open for a moment in surprise.� �You, Mr. Mann, have impressed me!� For your attention to detail, you shall be handsomely rewarded!�

�Really?� What is my reward?� I asked.

�It�s a surprise so don�t ask!�

I said, �Can I ask WHEN I will get it?�

She teased, �No-you-can�t!�

I sighed in �disappointment� and said, �Ok; fine��

Cherry stood and only then did I remember that she was still as naked as the day she was born.� She took me with her to her closet and turned the phone around to show me her clothes.� She first opened a drawer that had all of her panties and even some lingerie.� She was digging through the unfolded, unorganized collection of intimates while whispering �what to wear, what to wear?�� Something caught my eye.

�Oh, what was that�the red thing?�

She dug around and asked, �This?�

I said, �No, there was something else, go back!�

She dug around again and found the item, �This??�

�Yeah!�

�It�s a garter belt,� she answered.

I said, �Oh, that is HOT,� and she pulled it out of the drawer before grabbing the thigh-high stockings that matched them.

�Ok, now I need panties.� Help me find panties.�

She was digging through the drawer when I barely caught sight of the perfect pair.� �There!� The little red pair!�

She questioned me holding the very sheer, G-string panties up, �THESE?!�

I said, �OH YEAH!�

She said, �I had these when I was like 12!� They are too small!�

I said, �I�ll bet they still fit!� They are perfect��

Cherry said, �Well, there�s only one bra that will go with this��

She pulled out the next drawer and retrieved a red bra that was almost as sheer as the panties before she began getting dressed.� She faced away from me as she stepped into the tiny panties�they looked like they would be small for a Barbie doll.

As the string disappeared between the cheeks of her perfect ass and the side strings were pulled up over her hips, she leaned forward to look at the little patch over her crotch and said, �Oh, these are so naughty!�

She turned to the side, denying me a view from the front, to sit on her stool and she slowly slid her stockings on while trying to pay no attention to me watching her.� With both stockings on, she stood again (still facing away from me) and she put her garter belt on; attaching the four elastic suspenders to the tops of her stockings.� She was the sexiest woman I could imagine!

She put on her bra and asked, �Are you ready to see?�

I had to swallow hard before I could say, �Yeah; I�m ready!�

Cherry turned slowly, struck a model�s pose, and I nearly came in my pants.� Fortunately I had the presence of mind to take a screen capture!� And, a part of me wished I would go blind at that very moment so that would be the image forever burned into my brain!� The red lingerie complemented her hair perfectly and her green eyes seemed to grow in intensity.� But I would be lying if I didn�t admit that her panties were drawing my attention like a hypnotist�s pocket watch.� The tiny patch did almost nothing to cover her.� Not one part of the fabric was opaque, leaving all of her parts clearly visible.� As they passed her clitoris, they pressed immediately between her vaginal lips and vanished; giving her a major �camel toe�.� Cherry tried to pull them up a little to try and get them to cover more of what little pubic hair she kept, but they weren�t moving very much.

It pained me to say it, but I didn�t want her to be uncomfortable, so I said, �Those panties are really hot on you, but they look like they don�t feel very good.� How about a different pair?�

Cherry said, �Actually, they are quite comfy!� The fabric is really soft and they feel so naughty; I can feel every move I make.� They feel better now than they did years ago!�

�Really?� I asked amazed.

She just nodded and said, �I�m going to wear these all day; these are my panties for the day!�

Cherry went back to her closet to pick out what else she would wear for the day and she decided that she would put on a basic pair of jeans and an over-sized sweat shirt (with no additional t-shirt) over the selected underwear.� A pair of socks would keep her Mom from noticing that she had stockings on her feet.� When she was done getting dressed, it was impossible to see the sexy lingerie she wore underneath the average outfit.

Just then, Cherry�s Mom returned from grocery shopping and she had to go and help bring the bags inside.� We each said, �I love you�, and ended the FaceTime call.� She would tell me later about her Mom�s reaction to her outfit for the day.

Her Mom took one look at her and asked, �To what do we owe this to?�

Not understanding, Cherry asked, �What?�

Her Mom said, �The way you�re dressed?�

Cherry looked at herself and asked, �What�s wrong with this?�

Her Mom answered, �Nothing.� It�s just for once you aren�t wearing anything that is skin-tight, too revealing, or slutty.� I was just wondering why.�

Cherry said, �I�m grounded: it�s not like I�m going anywhere or any of my friends are going to see me�� HEY!� I�m not a slut!�

�I didn�t say you were.� Just some of the things you like to wear�sometimes�are a little slutty.�

Cherry said, �I just felt like being comfy today.� That�s all.�

Her Mom accepted the explanation, completely oblivious to what Cherry wore underneath.

Meanwhile, I had gone back to my project of finding a solution to the dangerous intersection.� The transition of getting back to work was a gradual one; I was having a difficult time putting the conversations, bubble bath and fashion shows behind me.� But I told myself that any guy with a pulse would be having the same problem.

Looking over the multiple pictures and notes I�d made about my observations, I thought back to what Cherry said when I told her of the dead-end I was running into.� She said that you just had to �stop and step back from it� sometimes.� Her words (especially the �step back� part) echoed in my head and I had a sudden thought: the problem wasn�t AT the intersection; it was the stretch of interstate that seamlessly transitioned into local roads with nothing more than road signs to warn about the transition.� That meant the REAL problem was at least � of a mile before the intersection.� I thought if there was a way to make sure that ALL drivers were completely aware of what lay ahead, the problem would be solved.� I asked myself, �how do you get someone to know that there is a stop on what appears to be an interstate?� Almost as soon as I asked the question, I had the answer.� It was so unbelievably stupid and simple that I had difficulty in believing it might work.� The solution in simplest terms was a toll booth.� The lanes could be divided with guard rails and heavy plastic poles leading up to the rails: an unaware driver would notice hitting the poles and the only thing to be hurt is a front bumper and maybe a headlight.� He would regain control before reaching the guard rails and another disaster would be averted.� Throw in some �rumple strips� for good measure and maybe even a modest speed bump 50 yards from the intersection and there would never be another �Katie tragedy� at this intersection again!

I went into overdrive to put the presentation together; it had to be ready before the town hall meeting on Wednesday!� I knew that exact distances for placement of the various elements to the concept would have to be calculated by an actual engineer, so I didn�t worry about those things too much.� Instead I just focused on making it look neatly organized, well thought out, and most importantly, fool-proof and too safe to say �no�.

Reaching a good stopping point for the night, I cleaned up a bit and realized I was starting to feel sick.� As I was trying to figure out why, it dawned on me that I had not eaten a thing all day.� I went to the fridge and raided it like a bear in a camper�s cooler.� With my stomach full, I finally noticed that a new level of funk was emanating from me; it was time to get a shower.

The phone rang with a FaceTime call just as I was about to step into the shower.� Knowing it was Cherry, I answered it.

Cherry took one look at me and teasingly said, �Oh, you dirty-dirty man!� Are you just walking around like that?�

I said, �Very funny; I was just getting in the shower.� How was your day?�

She said, �It was pretty good.� I got some good news!�

Thinking I might know what it was I asked, �Did you get your period?�

�No, not yet; that�s not it��

�Oh.� What�s the good news, then?� I asked.

She said, �The warden is reducing my sentence by half; I�m off of being grounded after school Monday!�

A bit surprised I said, �Oh, ok.� That is good news!� Maybe we can get together for that cup of coffee you agreed to having with me?�

Confused, Cherry asked, �What?� What cup of coffee?�

I explained, �At the game; you said you�d meet me for coffee so we could get to know each other more.�

She smiled and said, �Right�THAT cup of coffee.� I�m going to have to say: �we�ll see�.� I have practice Monday after school and I�ll let you guess who is taking me home�� But we�ll do that soon.� Ok?�

I understood and said, �For you: I will wait.�

Without warning, Cherry pulled her sweat shirt over her head and discarded it on the floor.� She was still wearing the sheer red bra from that morning.� She propped the phone up again in the bathroom and I could see her red garter belt above the belt line of her jeans.� After popping the button open and pushing the zipper down, she splayed the fly open as wide as she could and I could not see any sign of the tiny panties she put on that morning.� For a moment I wondered if she had opted to take them off and go �commando�, but as she slipped the denim garment down, the side strings came into view; leading the way to the tiny triangle of clear, red fabric.� The jeans came off and Cherry looked like she just jumped off the pages of a Playboy magazine (not that the magazine had ever featured anyone as beautiful as my Cherry�)!

I said, �You are simply stunning.� I can�t believe you are still wearing those��

She said, �I told you: they feel good.� They had me thinking about you with every move I made�all day.�

�I think about you all day, too�and I wear boxers!�

Cherry puckered her lips at me and released the garter�s suspender straps from the tops of her thigh-high stockings before hooking her fingers under the side strings to the panties and working them down.� Once they were off, she stood and I could easily see an imprint of where they sat on her�even her mons had a triangle pressed into it.� She sat on her vanity stool, slid her stockings off and stood; naked and ready to get in the shower.

We ended the call and took our showers; separate, but together in spirit.� I texted her when I got out of the shower, but not surprisingly, she took a little longer.� Almost as soon as she got out, she called to continue our FaceTime conversation.� She was wrapped in towels; one wrapped around her at chest level�the second swirled on top of her head to dry her hair.

As we talked, Cherry went about her nighttime beauty routine in preparation for bed.� As she finished, she looked at her phone screen to see me in my boxers and a t-shirt and made a disappointed face.

She said, �I thought maybe you would wear the same thing to bed that I�m going to wear��

My first thought was of one of her pairs of panties hanging on my bed and that was a strange thought to me.� I said, �I don�t think either pair of you panties here would fit me, for one thing.� And for another, that�s a little weird, don�t you think?�

Cherry looked at me like I just said the dumbest thing she�d ever heard in her life and said, �You really are crazy.� You know that, right?� I wasn�t talking about that; I was talking about this��

Cherry pulled her towel off to one side and held it up and away from her completely bare body.� Seeing her like that never got old.� It had long since become pointless to look at online porn: there was nothing there that did for me what Cherry could do.� I couldn�t even remember when I last looked at porn or even what sites I used to surf.� Without a word, I stripped out of my t-shirt and before it cleared my head she was pulling her hair out of the second towel.� I removed my boxers and we were both naked.� And even though she was about 45 minutes away from me, there was a connection to her, just knowing that we were doing this together.� We went to bed and simply talked until one of us fell asleep; neither of us knew which one was the first to pass out.

The next morning I saw that the call had become disconnected so I tried to call her back.� When the phone call went straight to voice mail, I figured the call had ended because her phone died�she was occasionally bad about charging her phone.� But that was probably for the better since I still had some work to do on my project; mostly finishing touches and getting an outline of what I needed to say so I wouldn�t get up there and start stammering for words.

I had finished the outline and was going over what I was going to say in my head when Cherry finally called to say �good morning� (even though it was almost noon).� I made fun of her for being �lazy� on the weekends, but truth be told, I was the same way when I was in school.� I confessed to my own weekend schedule at her age and �let her off the hook� easy.

Changing the subject Cherry said, �So, my period is due any time now.� It is supposed to be here either today or tomorrow.�

I said, �Yeah, I was thinking about that earlier.� Obviously it hasn�t happened yet��

�No; nothing yet,� she answered to my non-question.

I said, �Either way, I�m not worried: it�s going to be what it�s going to be.� We�ll figure it out together, ok?�

She said, �Yeah, I know; I�m not worried either.� Maybe about some things, but not about having it.� You know?�

I told her that I understood and that we were on the same page.� For me, there was no point in getting stressed about something that was too late to change.� Besides, I wasn�t sure about which outcome I would prefer�part of me said that I hoped she wasn�t pregnant, while the other part said it would be great if she was.� As that thought was finishing, another completed before I realized it started: it would be great because I already knew I wanted to be with her forever�she was my �one�.

That thought stopped me dead in my tracks.� How could I be so sure about her after such a relatively short time?� I couldn�t answer that question other than to say, �because I AM SURE�.� Before I even got off the phone with Cherry, I began looking online at rings for her.��� I wasn�t planning on going right out and buying an engagement ring right away: even though I was sure, it was still far too soon in the relationship for that.� The reason I started looking was because I needed to get an idea of how much I was going to need to save in order to make such a purchase.

It didn�t take long for me to get the answer�a lot more than what I currently had in the bank!� So, I set up a separate savings fund and directed a portion of my pay check to go into it automatically.� To help the account grow a little faster, I started saving every penny I could in a jar and depositing my collection once a week in my �ring fund�.� I was astonished to learn I had been blowing an average of $25 a week in change and small bills!

The next two days seemed to pass in slow-motion.� Between Cherry�s Mom picking her up from practice and getting ready for my presentation, we were not able to get together on the sly as we�d hoped we could; even though she was no longer grounded.

Monday came and went without Cherry having her period�she was officially late.� She asked her squad leader and best friend, Olivia, to get her a pregnancy tester from the drug store; Olivia was NOT pleased (but as a true friend, bought the test kit for her).� Late Monday night, Cherry called me to give me the news about her no-show monthly visitor and that she wanted me on the phone when she took the test.

She read the directions quietly to me and went through the steps as prescribed.� Several minutes filled with mixed emotions later, Cherry read the stick to me.

�According to this,� she said, �I�m not going to have a baby.� I don�t get it: if I�m not, why haven�t I had my period yet?�

I said, �I don�t know.� Maybe it�s wrong.� Or, maybe you are just really late.� Did the kit come with two?�

She said, �Yeah.� Should I try the other one?�

I said, �No; not right now.� Take it in the morning.� Sometimes the first one of the morning is more accurate.�

Cherry said, �Ok: I�ll call you at 6:00, then?�

I said, �I�ll be up!�

I didn�t sleep much that night; a wide range of thoughts swam through my head, keeping me confused about what I really wanted to hear in the morning.� I was out of bed by 5:30 and wanted to call her.� But I refrained in case she was sleeping.� It was 6:02 when my phone finally rang.

I answered the phone saying, �Good morning! �I thought you�d never call!�

She laughed and said, �Very funny�� I have good news and I have bad news: which do you want first?�

I said, �I like to be optimistic: good news first��

Cherry said, �The good news is there�s no need to take the test this morning.� I got my period last night�I�m not pregnant.�

A bit surprised (at that being the good news) I said, �Oh!� Ok.� That is good news, I guess.� What�s the bad news?�

She said, �The bad news is I�m not pregnant.�

I laughed slightly and said, �AWWW, Babe�� Don�t worry: there�s plenty of time for that down the road.� Now would have been bad timing for you anyway.� Remember?�

Sounding a mix of sad and reflective, she said, �I know.� But still��

I asked, �What do you propose?� Should we now try and MAKE SURE you get pregnant?!�

Cherry nearly gasped and said, �Oh god no!� I mean: I don�t want to do that on purpose right now!� It just would have been kind of nice if it had happened.� That doesn�t make sense, I know.� It�s complicated!�

�No: it�s not complicated,� I said, �I get it�I really do.�

Switching the subject, Cherry said, �I want to see you so bad, but today is going to be like yesterday.� Tomorrow might work, though.� What time is your �thing�?�

I said the �thing� was scheduled for mid morning and I was sure I�d be out of there well in time to make it to see her practice, so we made plans accordingly before she had to go and get ready for school.

That day was spent going over notes and fine-tuning what I needed to say at the meeting.� The speech was more-or-less memorized and I wondered how much of it would actually happen the way I envisioned it going down.� I tried to imagine what questions they might have and tried to come up with all the answers to them.� And even though this was extremely important to me (and the community, in my opinion), I was not stressed about it.� It was like I had found a center balance within me and I was able to keep calm and focused.

That night after her cheerleading practice, we texted and chatted for a while, but Cherry insisted that we call it a night by 10:00; she knew the importance of the following day and wanted to make sure I was rested and thinking clearly for it.

The day of the town hall meeting came and it felt like I had been waiting for years for that day.� I was at least thirty minutes early and wearing my fireman�s dress uniform; the thought was that maybe showing my public service would give me some latitude if I inadvertently broke some political protocol or policy.� As it turned out, that was not really necessary since town hall meetings were less formal than I had imagined them to be.

There were a few dozen local residents attending the meeting, each with their own particular issue they wanted to have addressed.� Most issues seemed to be a bit �self-serving� to me: one woman wanted the speed limit lowered on her street so her kids could ride their bikes in the road; another wanted the school bus route changed to stop in front of her home.� One by one the �issues� were discussed; few had clear resolutions.

It was getting towards the end of the meeting when I finally got the chance to pitch my idea.� Introducing myself as a firefighter from the nearby station 3, I thanked the chairman and the board for their time; the chairman said I had the floor.

I said, �Thank you, sir.� The reason I�m here is because of this intersection.�� I handed him the photos as I set up my presentation of the problem and continued, �As I�m sure you are aware, there was an accident here a week ago last Sunday.� A mother and her young daughter both lost their lives in that accident; I held the little girl�s hand as she died on the way to the hospital.� This intersection is dangerous in the way it is laid out and I believe if we don�t do something about it, Katie and her mother will not be the last ones to die here.�

The chairman said, �I understand, Mr. Mann; but we have looked at this intersection before and there really isn�t anything that can be done about it.�

I said, �With all due respect sir, I believe we can fix it�make it much safer than it is at present.�

He began to scan through my ideas and seemed to be thinking the matter through before he said, �I�m afraid it just isn�t in the budget to build this.� The cost is��

I cut him off and said, �The cost, sir?� Does it cost more than the life of a seven year old girl�and her mother?� What about the costs of all those before them?� Exactly how many people have to be hurt or killed here before �cost� is not an issue?� I�m sorry: I don�t mean to sound like I�m questioning you.� Like I said, I don�t know politics.� But if you look closer at my proposal, you will see that there is an option for adding a toll booth.� With the volume of traffic that goes through there, I�m sure that even a small toll would not only pay for the construction, but would be a source of income for the city.�

He replied, �Yes, I see that.� You can�t just simply put up a toll anywhere you feel like it because there�s a bad intersection.�

I said, �I agree, sir.� But this isn�t just a bad intersection.� It�s an interstate transitioning into local roads and it is the State�s most dangerous.� Just look at the report of serious to fatal accidents here compared to all other similar accidents for the rest of the State.� For the last five years in a row, there were twice as many here as there were in the next dangerous intersection.� I believe if we build even half of what I�m proposing, this intersection will come off the list by next year!� And I�m sure the voters will notice that.�

He seemed to recognize that last line for exactly what it was but let it go.� He assured me that he would push the issue forward until some resolution was reached.� I wondered for a moment if he was just pacifying me, but then he asked if he could have copies of everything I had presented sent to his office.� I told him the copy he had was his to keep and he ended the meeting by thanking ME for MY time.

Leaving the meeting in high spirits, I looked at the time and it was almost time to leave to watch Cherry�s practice.� I was beside myself with anticipation; I had not been with her since the Friday before!� I went home, changed, and headed for Middletown.

There were still some students leaving the parking lot when I arrived at Cherry�s school.� It was about 20 minutes after I parked that she and the other girls gathered in what I assumed was their usual practice spot.� Cherry ran up to me and jumped into my arms to give me a big hug.� Olivia did not approve.� She called Cherry back to the group and whispered something to her under her breath.� Cherry just rolled her eyes behind Olivia�s back and waved to me with a wide grin before getting in line to start practice.

Watching her was just as amazing as ever!� It was difficult to believe how much spirit poured out of her.� The other girls seemed to be trying to just keep up with her energy, and they had a lot, too.� Olivia on the other hand, clearly had something on her mind and I was sure I knew what it was.� She barely smiled at all and periodically shot me dagger eyes.

Around 45 minutes into the practice, Cherry excused herself to run inside and I assumed she needed a �bathroom break�.� She motioned to me, using her fingers and thumbs to make a heart over her chest and then pointed at me.� She mouthed the words �be right back; stay here� and ran inside.� Before Cherry was out of sight, Olivia had the others doing strength building exercises and she gave me a look that seemed to come from Satan himself.� It was obvious to me that I would not be seeing her application for membership to my fan club any time soon.� Again, I thought I knew why, but I would soon find out that I was not entirely correct about that assumption.

Soon enough, Cherry was back and the girls continued their practice.� Olivia seemed to keep them all longer than any of them wanted to stay and it felt like it was purely to keep Cherry away from me.� Eventually she had to let the group go and the practice ended.� Olivia turned to walk back to the gym and never looked in our direction.

I said, �Wow: Olivia is pretty pissed at me.�

Cherry said, �No, not really.� Why do you think that?�

I asked, �Are you kidding me?� Did you see the way she�s been looking at me?!� If she had actual daggers for eyes, I�d be a bloody murder victim right now!� That girl hates me��

She said, �She doesn�t �hate� you.� She�s not happy about me not knowing for a moment if I was pregnant, but she doesn�t �hate you� because of it.�

I asked, �Then what would you call it?� What�s her problem with me?�

Cherry explained, �Oh, she�s just jealous.� But she�ll get over it; don�t worry.�

I said, �She has nothing to be jealous about: she�s a very pretty girl; captain of the cheerleading squad�I�ll bet she could date just about any guy she wanted at this school.�

She gave a half-laugh and said, �Yeah!� That�s not going to happen!�

I was surprised by Cherry�s reaction and said, �Why not?� She�s pretty; in nice shape; seems like a loyal friend�is something wrong with her?�

Cherry said, �No; there�s nothing �wrong� with her�she�s just not likely to ever have a boyfriend, that�s all.�

I asked, �Why would you say that?�

Cherry shook her head and sighed before saying, �Because she�s�well�let me put it this way: you know how a person acts when they are jealous of someone else?

I said simply, �Sure.�

Trying to bring it together, she asked, �Who gets the dirty looks?�

I answered, �The person they are jealous of.�

She said, �Right��

I asked, �Then why am I getting the dirty looks?!�

�Oh my god, REALLY?� Cherry asked.� �Because she�s jealous of you!� I can�t believe you made me say it��

Showing how dense I can be and still not getting it, I said, �That doesn�t even make sense: �jealous of me��if she was jealous of me, that would mean that she wanted to be with�� Hold on a second!� Are you telling me that she�s a��

Cherry cut me off before I could say the word, �YES!� That�s what I�m telling you!�

Stunned, I said, �Oh my god!� So Olivia is��

�YES�

Pointing to Cherry and continuing I said, �And she wants to be with��

�Yes��

I remarked, �What a poor, confused girl.� I mean: she knows you�re not a lesbian, right?�

She said, �Yeah, she knows�� We�re best friends, remember?�

I asked, �So how did she get to where she is?� I mean, she knows you are straight, but somehow she has fixated on you?� How does that happen?�

Cherry seemed to groan internally and asked, �Are you sure you want to hear this?�

I said, �Yeah, tell me how this happened?� I�m really curious.�

She said, �Ok, but first you have to promise not to judge me because it�s sorta my fault.�

I said, �Your fault?� How could it be your fault?�

Cherry just stared at me�

Understanding what she was waiting for I said, �OK: I promise not to judge you!� That goes without saying from now on, ok?�

She said, �Alright.� To explain how this happened, I have to start from the very beginning.� Olivia and I have known each other for pretty much our entire lives.� We have been best friends since grade school and because we are neighbors, we played together all of the time.� We were always having sleepovers together and we told each other everything.� It�s what best friends do.� You know?� And from the time we were really little, when we were having a sleep over, we did everything together; we even took bubble baths together.� It was just kid�s stuff; you know how kids are.� So, as the years passed, we outgrew bubble baths and it eventually became showers.� Again: nothing was �going on�; it was just two friends taking a shower and we thought nothing of it at all.� Other than helping to scrub each other�s backs, we didn�t even touch each other.�

�So this one time Olivia was sleeping over and we were talking about boys.� I used to tease her about liking the wimpiest boys in school�but anyway, there was this boy that I liked and I decided one day that I wanted to let him kiss me and I told Olivia.� But I was scared to do it because I didn�t want to be a terrible kisser�I�d never kissed anyone before.� I was afraid he would tell his friends that I was an awful kisser and I�d be an outcast.� I guess it never dawned on me that he would be bad too or that neither of us would know the difference...� Anyway, Olivia said she didn�t want to be bad at kissing either and someone had the bright idea of practicing on a mirror.� I tried it first and after she tried it we both agreed that it didn�t work too well.� SOOOOO�� Olivia suggested that we practice�together.� She said that after everything we had done together over the years, the things we could tell each other and no one else, we could try this and it would be our secret.� We could learn how to kiss and be really good at it for our first time.�

�And so, that�s what we did.� The first kiss was just a quick kiss; it happened so fast we banged our teeth together and it was as bad as we feared it would be with a boy.� So we calmed ourselves down and did it again slower.� After a few minutes of practicing our kissing, we just kept going and it was nice.� It was not at all a sexual experience to either of us�we just wanted to figure out what to do and how to do it.� You know?�

�I said, �So, you and Olivia kissed once when you were kids and she�s been fixated on you ever since?�

�Cherry continued her story saying, �WELLLLL�.No.� It wasn�t exactly a one-time thing.� We kept having sleepovers and she said that she still wasn�t sure she was good enough yet and wanted to practice some more.� And I didn�t mind kissing her, so we did.� Pretty soon, I forgot all about kissing the boy I liked and just wanted to kiss Olivia.� She was and is still my best friend besides you.� I love her, but it�s not like how I Love you�with her, it�s not a romantic Love�it�s just�different.� It�s like: with her, it�s not about whether she�s a girl or a boy; it�s the connection�the close friendship�we have.� I don�t know how else to explain it.�

�After this went on for a while, we heard one day that girls who kiss other girls are called �lesbians�.� Neither of us knew what that word meant.� We wanted to know if what we were doing made us lesbians, so she looked it up on the internet and our eyes were opened!� She liked what we found; I wasn�t interested.� She eventually told me that she was a lesbian and I told her that I was certain that I was straight.� She was ok with my choice and I was ok with hers�it changed nothing between us.� In fact, it brought us closer together.�

�I can�t even tell you exactly when it happened because it was so gradual, but eventually we weren�t just kissing; we were making out.� We weren�t having sex or anything�you know that, though.� We always kept our clothes on and there was no mouth action below the neckline, but were getting pretty hot and heavy.� �

I asked Cherry, �So, are you saying you are bi?�

She said, �NO!� I�m not BI!� I would NEVER do any of what I have done with Olivia with another girl!� I know that doesn�t make sense��

I said, �It makes some sense.� So, that�s as far as you guys have gone: fully clothed and making out?�

Cherry said, �WELLLLL�.�

I said, �Oh, there�s more��

She said, �Yeah, a little.� Just before I met you, things were�starting to�go further�.�

I asked, �What does that mean?�

She said, �This past summer, I was sleeping at her place and their air conditioner broke.� It was really hot, even with the fans on.� We were making out as usual and she said that it was too hot and she took her t-shirt off.� It wasn�t like I hadn�t seen her boobs nearly every day of my life so what was the big deal? And the same was true about her seeing mine�and it WAS hot�so I took mine off, too.� So, in just our panties, we were back to making out.� She was�I can�t believe I�m telling you all of this, but you should know�she was on top of me, but not laying on me; more like hovering over me, you know?� And some sweat dripped off of her and landed on my boob.� Well, I guess she felt it drip away from her and she looked and saw where it landed and she wiped it off.� I guess I was a bit turned on and told her to keep touching me like that.� It was the first time anyone had touched me like that and it felt good.� I knew no one else had done that to her, so I showed her how it felt.� From then on, when we made out, we were topless and playing with the other�s breasts.� But that�s as far as it ever went, I swear!�

I shook my head and said, �That�s ok.� Don�t worry about it: I�m fine about it.� Hell, I�m sitting here with half a boner just hearing about it!�

Cherry punched my arm and said, �You�re a pig!�

I laughed and said, �In my defense, that story is pretty hot.� But, just to get this right, you said that all while you two are doing this, you both know that the other is looking to date someone else?�

Cherry said, �Yeah, that�s pretty much it.� I mean, she has always known that I�m straight; that I want to get married and have babies with the man of my dreams�� And I know she�s a lesbian and wants to fall in love with a girl.� And I know that she doesn�t think of me as that girl.� We just have this unusual love for each other.� We love each other, but we are not IN LOVE.� Weird, right?�

I said, �It�s not weird at all.�

She just looked at me in disbelief; her face saying �be honest�.

I said, �Ok, maybe it�s a little weird.� But it�s also beautiful.�

Cherry sighed, put her head on my shoulder and said, �Yeah, I guess it was.�

Queuing on the word �was�, I said, �So now she doesn�t want to continue that intimate part of the relationship since I�m in the picture and that�s why she�s jealous of me.�

Looking at me, she said, �Exactly how crazy are you?� Can you just tell me now and get it out of the way?�

I asked, �What?�What did I say?�

She said, �I�m the one that stopped with her, you dope!�

I thought about it for a second and stated more than asked, �Because of me?�

Cherry said, �Yeah, of course.� Why else?�

I realized that her reasoning for ending that intimate element of their friendship was because she didn�t want there to be any way someone could say she was �cheating� on me.� What struck me as odd was that, with the way she described their relationship, it wouldn�t really bother me if they continued.� The relationship between us was solid and we had both said as much without having to actually say the words.� So I didn�t feel threatened in any way by Olivia.

I said, �I get why you stopped with her, but you said there was no romance or romantic feelings connected with the intimacy.� It was like a �friends with a few benefits� arrangement.� Right?�

Not getting my point, she asked, �Yeah?�

I replied, �So what�s the problem?�

�What do you mean?�

I explained, �I mean, the two of you have this life-long relationship established and you are both aware of the emotional boundaries and those boundaries haven�t been breached.� So, I really don�t see the problem.�

�Wait,� she said, �are you telling me that you don�t care if I do that again with Olivia?�

Shaking my head, I said, �No, I�m not telling you I don�t care.� This is something that involves and concerns you: so of course I care.� I�m saying it wouldn�t bother me if you continued.�

Cherry was a little surprised and asked, �Why not?�

I explained, �Honestly, if we had been together for a while before you started doing this with Olivia, I would probably feel differently.� Because that would mean you were not getting something you needed from me and sought it with her.� But that�s not the case.� Instead, there was something you weren�t getting from her, and I�m guessing you found that with me.� So now you are getting the intimacy you used to get from her with me.� And Olivia is left feeling alone in that respect.�

Cherry said, �So, you think I should start back with her again.�

I said, �I didn�t say that.� That is something only you can decide if it is the right thing to do.� I do think that Olivia is a true friend to you and I think she needs you.� But you have to follow your heart: if you think it is wrong because of what we have, then you should leave things how they are now.� Just don�t make your decision based on trying to save my feelings: I know what we have and I trust you completely.� You have to ask yourself if you still want to be the one to help her in this way, even though you aren�t necessarily going to be getting the same benefits from it as she is.� Does that make sense? �

She nodded while contemplating my words but did not make a decision immediately.� I was glad to see that she was going to give it some serious thought first.� To lighten the mood, I made a small joke.

�Besides,� I teased, �Lesbians are hot!�

My joke earned me multiple, justifiable punches to the arm and a few more to my ribs.

Cherry finished punching me before she went back to hugging my arm and huffed, �I am NOT a lesbian!�

�I know�I�m just playing with you, Babe,� I said while wrapping both arms around her.

We sat in silence for a while; Cherry seemed to be carefully weighing her thoughts as we simply enjoyed each other�s company.� I was still digesting the new information about her history with Olivia and it was a little shocking to say the least.� I thought about everything I said in my initial reaction to the news and saw no reason to second guess my position.� Then I realized something and wanted her to confirm my suspicion.

I said, �So, you never dated any one before me�it was always you and Olivia until now.�

She said, �Yeah, that�s true.�

�That means you started out by wanting your first kiss from a boy you liked, and ended up having Olivia as your first kiss.�

She reflected for a moment and said, �I never thought about it that way, but I guess that�s true, too.�

Cherry then asked me, �When do you want me to give you an answer on what I decide to do about her?�

I said, �You don�t owe me an answer about that and I don�t expect one.� If you want to tell me, that�s fine with me.� And if you would prefer to keep it between you and her, I won�t take that as you keeping secrets from me.� It�s all up to you in how you choose to handle your friendship with her�I�ll never ask you what you decided if you don�t tell me.�

She said, �I�m going to tell you.� I just don�t know yet what I�m going to decide.� Besides, this is something that I�m going to have to talk about with her, too; she has just as much say in what happens, you know?� She might not even want to have things go back to how they were between us.�

I told her that was �fine� and we ended the topic.� We talked about nothing in particular after that and kept the conversation a bit on the �light� side.� It went without saying that finding a private spot to have sex was not a good idea at the time: it was getting late and, more importantly, with her being on her period, sex would make a mess that would be impossible to clean without the use of a bathroom and a change of clothes.� Besides those obvious points, I found that being together and NOT having sex seemed to actually build the Love that I felt for her.

The sun was painting the clouds in hues of pink and purple when a voice from behind us interrupted us.� Neither of us needed to turn around to know who it was.

�Cherry, we have to go: it�s getting late,� Olivia said.

Cherry looked over her shoulder and asked, �One more minute?�

Olivia began walking away before she said she would be in the car waiting.� Cherry thanked me for coming to watch her practice and gave me a kiss.� It wasn�t a passion filled kiss; rather, it was a really sweet kiss as if to say �thank you for listening, understanding, and being supportive�.

She asked if I would be at the game and I told her that I would be (of course).� Before going our separate ways for the evening, we told each other �I Love you� and shared one more lingering kiss.

Just as I was about to park in front of my apartment, Cherry texted me and said she and Olivia were �talking�.� I knew what that meant; I wasn�t going to disturb them with texting or phone calls.� A while later I received a text that said, if I was sure about my position, they were going to try and go back to the relationship they had before I came into the picture.� I just texted back �I�m sure�.� She sent me a string of heart emoji icons followed by faces with puckered lips; I just replied simply, �U 2!�

It gave me half a �chubby� to think my gorgeous girlfriend was probably making out with a very attractive lesbian; what straight guy hasn�t watched at least a half million porn videos with that kind of content?!� I knew for Olivia it was just a way of feeling some kind of intimacy when she is otherwise alone and Cherry was just helping as a friend, but the thought was still hot!

I went to bed hoping I�d dream of Cherry and Olivia making out.� Instead, I dreamed of Katie.� I found her sitting on a swing in a large play ground.� She wasn�t swinging as a young girl would normally do; she seemed to be waiting for me.� As I sat on the swing next to her, the sounds of children laughing and playing filled the air.� Strangely, however, Katie and I were alone.� I was looking around to see where their voices were coming from when Katie spoke.

�They aren�t here,� she said stating the obvious.

I said, �You hear them too, though?�

Katie said, �Yeah, I hear them.� That�s why I came here: to see if they wanted to play.� But it�s like they are here�but NOT here.� What do you think that means?�

I shook my head and answered, �I don�t know, sweetie. �Maybe it means they aren�t ready for you yet.� Or, maybe you aren�t ready for them.� Maybe it doesn�t mean anything.�

Katie thought for a moment and said, �It definitely means something.� I just don�t know what it is.�

I offered, �Maybe it�s up to you to decide what it means.�

Katie looked at me and asked, �What if I�m wrong about what it means?�

I said, �You won�t be wrong.� Sometimes things mean different things to different people and it�s up to each of us to figure it out for ourselves.�

She asked, �Can I think about it for a while?�

�Of course; you can take as long as you need,� I answered.

She nodded slightly and said �ok� before she started to glide back and forth�just a little�on the swing set.� The quiet sound of the squeaking chain seemed to slowly replace the laughter of the children that could not be seen; their play fading into silence.� Neither Katie nor I made mention of the voices leaving as we sat thinking about what it all meant.

After sitting in silence (except for the sound of the chain) for a long time, I could feel it was time for me to leave, but I felt bad about leaving Katie by herself, so I stayed to keep her company.

Katie said, �It�s ok David: I know you have to go.�

I said, �I don�t want to leave you here all by yourself��

She replied, �I�m not by my self�Mama is here too.�

I nodded and said, �Ok; are you sure?�

Katie smiled at me and said, �Thank you for talking with me, David.�

I smiled back at her and said, �Any time you want to talk, you know where to find me.�

Katie and I said �goodbye� and I started to walk away.� Her swinging picked up pace a little and the chain began making a double �squeak-squeak� sound.� Ironically, the further I walked, the louder the double squeak became.� I slowly drifted into consciousness and the sound of the squeaking chain was replaced by my beeping alarm clock.

I turned the annoying alarm off and began my day.� The day was fairly uneventful as per usual: nothing exciting happens when you spend the day doing �domestic chores� around a tiny apartment.� And, I knew Cherry wasn�t going to have practice after school, so I couldn�t even look forward to that.� I decided to surprise her again like I did the week before and visit her in her room; I�d just have to be careful not to fall asleep this time!

After deciding to go see her that night, time seemed to come to a grinding halt. We texted and talked as much as we could while simultaneously trying to keep it to a minimum to avoid raising suspicions with Cherry�s Mom.� Eventually night fell and I found myself in Cherry�s neighborhood around 10:30.

I saw that the light in her room and bathroom were the only lights on in the house, so I was pretty sure her Mom had gone to bed already.� I parked down the street as I did before and made my way back to her place, hiding in the bushes in front of her window.� Peering into her room, I saw that she must have just finished taking a shower: she had a towel wrapped around her and she stood in front of her mirror while blow-drying her hair.� I knew not to knock on the window until she finished because her Mom would hear me before Cherry could.� So I patiently waited while admiring the view of her fantastic legs as they disappeared up into the bath towel that just barely covered her ass.

Before Cherry finished drying her hair, I received what, in hind sight, should not have surprised me as much as it did: A naked girl walked out of the bathroom while drying her hair with a towel.� I didn�t even realize my mouth was hanging open in shock until drool ran down my chin.� She wrapped her hair up in the towel and perched it on top of her head and it was only then that I realized it was (of course) Olivia.

In many ways, Olivia�s body was what I expected it to be: she was in excellent shape, but not quite as tone as Cherry.� One thing that did surprise me was her boobs�they were much smaller than I thought they would be.� Clearly she wore miracle and push-up bras to make the most of what she had.� Despite their small size, they were nicely shaped and seemed to look better on her than the B size cup she passed off.

Cherry turned her hairdryer off and Olivia walked right over to the window in front of me.� For a moment I thought she was about to bust me looking at them, but the she kneeled down and picked up something on the floor there.� She stood upright as she removed the towel on her head.� She was literally inches away from me; separated only by a pane of glass and a sheer curtain.� Only the darkness outside and the light in the room kept her from being able to see me.� I could clearly see almost every detail of her body�given enough time, I could have counted the bumps on her areolas and it was readily apparent that there was not a single hair to be found �south of the boarder�.� Olivia pulled an over-sized t-shirt over her head that came down to about mid-thigh.

For a moment, I wondered if anyone would call the cops on whoever it was banging on that drum so late at night; then I realized it was the sound of my heart thumping.� I knew on some level of subconscious that my position would be impossible to explain away if I got caught.� But at the same time, I couldn�t look away.

Cherry was walking back into the bathroom as she dropped her towel; giving me a brief view of her ass before she disappeared.� Olivia turned around and walked away from the window, allowing my heart to slow down to a more normal rate.� She began brushing her damp hair out and, before long, Cherry came back into the room wearing a pair of �boy short� panties and nothing more.� She sat on her bed and offered to finish brushing Olivia�s hair for her.

Olivia accepted the offer and the two sat on the bed, both facing me.� Olivia sat with her legs crossed and her shirt was pulled tight to cover her otherwise naked butt.� From the angle she was sitting, I once again had a clear view of her vagina and even more of it this time.� Olivia clearly preferred to wax: she didn�t even have stubble�she was as bare as the day she was born!

Cherry took her time combing Olivia�s hair and the two of them talked about their arrangement and discussed how to handle any �issues� that might come up.� Olivia was still shocked that I was fine with their relationship continuing and that led into Cherry telling her how �wonderful� I had been.� It was nice to hear her singing my praises when she didn�t even know I was there to hear it.� They spoke softly and quietly.

Olivia asked out of the blue, �What�s it like?�

Cherry responded with her own question, �What is what like?�

Olivia elaborated, �Being in love.� You are in love with him; I can tell.� What�s it like?�

Cherry smiled and shrugged with one shoulder, �It�s like nothing you can imagine.� It�s like falling in complete darkness where there is no ground to land on; you just keep falling and tumbling out of control.� But the fall is without fear because there is no place you�d rather be.� It�s like being carried away on the wings of countless butterflies.�

Olivia�s voice was dreamy as she said, �That sounds amazing��

�It really is.� Just wait until you find your Love,� Cherry said before continuing, �She�s out there looking for you, too.�

Olivia said with some-what a defeated tone, �Yeah, I guess.� My parents are going to freak out when they find out, though.�

Cherry asked, �You still haven�t told them, huh?�

Olivia said, �Yeah, right: they would take me to have an exorcism or a lobotomy or something.�

Cherry agreed, �I guess they are a bit more conservative than some��

�A bit more conservative?� Olivia questioned.� �They call Limbaugh a liberal!�

They both had a laugh at that and went back to talking about their arrangement.� Before long, Cherry finished brushing Olivia�s hair and got up to put the brush away.� Olivia lay down on the bed and moved to the far side.� Cherry turned the light off in the bathroom and came back to join Olivia in bed, leaving only a dim light on in the room in case Olivia had to get up in the night.� Olivia thanked Cherry for being such a good friend and Cherry answered her by kissing her square on the lips.� Olivia readily returned the kiss which only lasted a few seconds.

Olivia asked in a whisper I could barely hear, �What�s it like�to have sex?�

Cherry said, �Oh my god�it�s like�I don�t know�you know how it feels when we do what we do?�

Expectantly Olivia said, �Yeah?�

Cherry continued, �Well, as good as that is, when it�s with someone you Love, it just goes to a whole new level.� It�s so hot that sometimes I have to grab my hair in my fists just to make sure it�s not on fire.� And sometimes I get so dizzy I have to hold on to the bed because it feels like I�m falling off.� And when he shoots his cum inside of me��

Olivia interrupted, �EW; Ok�gross.�

Cherry laughed and said, �Well, when he does that, he looks me right in the eyes and it�s like: that was just for me.� It feels so amazing when he does that and I orgasm every time.�

Olivia asked, �Does he do anything that DOESN�T involve his penis?� I don�t want to hear about his penis��

Cherry laughed again and said, �What a shock: you don�t want to talk about penises!� But for the record: his is too big to be called a �penis�.�

Olivia yelled in a whisper, �OK!� Enough about his junk!�

Cherry said, �Ok-ok�� To answer your question: yes.� He does this thing with his tongue on my nipples that is mind blowing.� I�m sure I could have an orgasm just from that.� And while he is doing that, he uses his fingers to play with my other nipple.

Olivia asked, �What exactly does he do?� And what does it feel like to have an orgasm?� �From someone else, I mean?�

Cherry answered, �I can�t explain it, really.� It�s just�amazing�like your vagina and brain are in a race to explode and you hope they both win!�

Olivia thought for a moment before she seemed to work up the courage to ask, �Would you mind trying to show me?� That sounds like it would feel really good��

Cherry looked a little surprised and said, �I�m not sure what David would think about that.� Do you mind if I text him to ask?�

Olivia shook her head �no� and Cherry was reaching for her phone.� I was already wrestling my phone out of my pocket as quickly and quietly as possible.� Cherry�s fingers were a blur as she texted me.� My fingers frantically found the tiny switch that turned my phone to �silent mode�.� Not a moment after my phone buzzed to indicate the sound was turned off, it buzzed again with the text from Cherry.

The first text said, �R U up?�

I waited a moment and texted back, �Yeah.� I�m up.�� (And THAT was the truth!)

She texted, �?4U: how far are you comfortable with things going between Olivia and me?� She wants me to do something for her but it�s not something we�ve done before.�

I waited a few moments before responding, �Like I said: what you two do is your business.� You don�t have to ask me for permission and you don�t have to tell me what you do.�

She responded with a simple �K�, followed by a �<3�.

Cherry told Olivia, �He said he�s fine with anything we want to do; doesn�t even want me to ask or tell him if I don�t want to.�

Olivia asked, �Do you want to�with me, I mean?�

Cherry nodded and said, �Sure; I don�t mind.�

Olivia sat up and stripped the large t-shirt over her head, discarding it on the floor next to her before lying back down; completely naked.

Cherry said, �I can�t just �go right for it�: it has to build to it the way he does it.

Olivia nodded and said, �Ok.�

Cherry was still lying next to Olivia, but was facing her when she started to kiss her lips.� Olivia returned the gentle kiss as Cherry slowly maneuvered over the top of her best friend.� Olivia�s legs parted to make room for Cherry as they continued kissing.� Olivia was already fighting her need to pant for breath as Cherry did her best to imitate my moves on her.� She even used her hand to hold the side of Olivia�s face while she kissed her; Olivia held Cherry�s face in both of her hands as their lips parted and tongues mingled.� After several minutes of kissing, Cherry kissed her friend below her ear and slowly kissed her way around Olivia�s neck as I liked doing to Cherry.� When she reached the other side of Olivia�s neck, she turned south and kissed her way down to Olivia�s small chest.� Cherry took a nipple in her mouth and Olivia�s mouth opened wide to gasp for air.� Cherry�s tongue darted around and across Olivia�s nipple while massaging her other breast with one hand.� Cherry licked, sucked, flicked, pinched and tweaked Olivia�s nipples until they were hard and pointing proudly.

Olivia was rocking her hips and her hand went involuntarily to her clit to give herself some relief.� Cherry noticed and took Olivia�s hand away before saying �no cheating�.� Olivia�s entire body was writhing under Cherry as they continued making out.� Cherry straddled one of Olivia�s legs, holding her thigh just out of reach of the rocking hips below her.� She whispered something in Olivia�s ear and Olivia, eyes slammed closed, was unable to nod her head �yes� fast enough.

Cherry moved to kneel at Olivia�s side; her back towards the wall as Olivia stayed in place�body undulating out of control in anticipation.� Cherry flipped her hair over to one side before taking a nipple in her mouth again before letting her free hand go to work.� Only this time, her free hand went to work on Olivia�s bare mons.� Olivia�s hips rocketed off the bed, pressing into Cherry�s hand with force.� Cherry never stopped moving her hand as it explored her friend�s pelvis and thighs, yet avoided Olivia�s surely dripping wet pussy.� Cherry whispered again, but this time I heard her.

�Do you want me to touch it?�

Olivia said, �Oh god yes!� before she sucked in her lower lip.� She seemed unable to open her eyes.

Cherry allowed her finger to move into a hover over Olivia�s clitoris before she daintily made brief contact with it.� Olivia splayed her legs wide open and even I could see her clit from my hiding spot.� Olivia moaned with lust as Cherry began to gently play with the sensitive nub poking out from under its normal hiding place.� Cherry went back to sucking on one of Olivia�s nipples while continuing the attention to the hard clit under her fingers.� Olivia�s entire body was nearly convulsing with stimulation; Cherry was calmly relentless.� I was stupefied.

Cherry slid her fingers down between the folds of Olivia�s pussy, allowing her thumb to take over while her fingers cupped under.� Olivia bucked like a bronco and squeezed a pillow into her face before she screamed into it.� When I saw her fingers again, they were glistening with vaginal juices up to the second knuckle.� Olivia dropped the pillow and Cherry took a break from her oral assaults to watch her friend�s face.� Then she said something that, despite all I�d seen so far, took me completely by surprise.

Cherry said, �I don�t know if I�ll be able to do it right, but I�ll try it if you want.�

Olivia said, �Anything you want!� What is it?�

Cherry said, �I want to try and go down on you like David does for me.� It�s REALLY good!�

Olivia responded without words; nodding emphatically in agreement.

Cherry questioned her, �Yeah?� You�re sure?�

Olivia said, �Yeah!� I�m sure!�

Cherry said, �ok� as she repositioned herself, moving down between Olivia�s wide open legs.� Once in position, Cherry wrapped her arms around the legs spread out to her sides and pulled Olivia�s pussy lips apart to examine her vagina at close range before looking up the length of her friend�s naked, undulating torso.� Her eyes sparkled in the dim light while watching the anticipation on her best friend�s face.� She moved forward and her mouth opened slightly as her tongue barely passed her lips.� The very tip of her tongue touched the tip of Olivia�s clit and I thought I would soon need a clean pair of pants.� Cherry began licking the little clit and Olivia seemed to be trying to smother herself with a pillow.� After a few moments of licking, Cherry would pucker her lips and kiss the hard nub; sucking it in like she was giving a blowjob.� Olivia was losing control as her best friend alternated between licking, kissing and sucking on her.� Cherry ran her stiffened tongue down between the wet lips, searching for Olivia�s vaginal opening.� When she buried her nose between Olivia�s pussy lips, I knew she had found it.� I would have known if I hadn�t been watching�just from Olivia�s voice.� She was practically shrieking into the pillow; holding it with one hand as the other grabbed a fist full of Cherry�s red curls and pulled her face in tighter.� I couldn�t see Cherry�s mouth, but her eyes told me she was smiling; proud of herself for �doing it right�.

Suddenly, Olivia let out a sound that was something between a squeak and a scream and, not a fraction of a second later, Cherry�s eyes shot open.� Her face lifted up and she had Olivia�s cum dripping from her mouth and chin.� I blew my own load and only then realized I�d absentmindedly been stroking myself.

Olivia�s eyes shot open and when she saw the startled look on the cum-soaked face between her legs, she said, �Oh my God, Cherry: I�m sorry!�

Cherry took it in good stride and laughed, �No, it�s ok!� I just didn�t expect that.�

Olivia agreed, saying �Yeah, neither did I!�

Olivia clamped her legs together, trapping one of her hands firmly on her dripping pussy as Cherry wiped her face and moved to snuggle next to Olivia.� They made small talk about sex and love, boys and girls.� I quietly got myself together and made a stealthy retreat; leaving them to their �girl talk�.

On the way home, I felt a bit guilty for having spied on my girlfriend while she �helped� her best friend.� It seemed a bit dishonest to keep what I had done a secret from her and I was seriously debating if I should tell her.� It wasn�t my intention to spy originally: I went there to see her�just her.� But what guy with a pulse could have walked away from such a scene?!

Chapter 6

The next morning, I got up and had an unusual craving for a bagel (of all things).� So I got up and made a quick trip to the local �mom-and-pop� convenience store which had a fresh baked goods section.� While standing in the short line to pay for my bagel, I looked at the headlines in the town paper and had to read it a few times to believe what I was seeing.� The big story was about the mayor meeting with the Governor to discuss getting State funds to fix the intersection!� I snatched the paper off the rack and started reading; completely forgetting why I was standing in line or even THAT I was standing in a line.� My eyes scanned across the print in a flash and I was barely aware of someone repeating, �next in line, please?�� Finally, the guy behind me snapped me out of it by saying, �Hey, buddy: that�s you.�� I looked up to see the cashier waiting for me to step up and I apologized while handing her the money for my bagel and still looking at the lead story in the paper.� She asked if I was buying the paper, too, and I found myself once again asking for forgiveness, �Oh!� Yeah!� I�m sorry�this story�never mind: I�m just surprised, that�s all.�

The cashier seemed less than interested so I didn�t bother to explain why it had me in such a state.� She clearly just wanted me to hand her some money and move it along.� I complied with her unspoken wishes, dumped the change in the tip jar (more so as an apology as opposed to great service), and finished reading the article before I got in my car to leave.� The story didn�t mention me by name, but it did say that a plan to change the intersection had been presented at the town hall meeting by a local firefighter and that the mayor liked the plan and needed funding to implement it immediately.� To say I was thrilled would be an understatement.� Something that was my idea and I worked on was now getting attention from the Governor!� I felt successful already.� Even if the plan was shot down, I knew I did my part (although I wouldn�t let it go that easy).� Already I was formulating a plan to start getting signatures of voters that wanted the change to be made�just in case the funds were not approved.

It wasn�t until I was juggling my keys to open my door that I remembered that I also bought a bagel.� I sat at my table while absentmindedly eating my bagel and reading the story several times as though it wasn�t real or maybe there would be more information the next time I read it.� I finished eating my bagel and my head was so far away that I couldn�t even say if it had tasted good.

I called Cherry to tell her the morning news (literally) and she congratulated me.

�

�David, that is amazing!� And you made that happen; I�m so proud of you!�

I gushed a little and said, �Well, believe it or not, you helped.� You are like my muse: you helped me focus and to think clearly.�

Cherry said, �Muse, my rear end�you did it and you know it!� Mona Lisa was a muse, but without Di Vinci�s talent as an artist, no one would know her name today.� Getting the Governor to look at your idea only happened because you were smart enough to find a good solution to a bad problem.� It�s as simple as that.�

I said, �I�m sorry: you mentioned your incredible rear end and I didn�t hear anything after that.� All I can see or think about now is your butt.�

�You�re a pig,� Cherry said matter-of-fact with a hint of amusement.

I chuckled and said, �Yeah, but I�m your pig.�

�You are coming to the game tonight, right?� Cherry asked, changing the subject.

I replied, �Of course!�

Cherry said, �Good.� Olivia is having a small party at her place after the game and Mom says I can go.� I�ll tell you more about it later, but I have to go for now�school��

I looked at the clock and realized she was about to be late so I let her go after we told each other �I Love you�.� It wasn�t until I was off the phone that I began to digest what she said and a few problems came immediately to mind.� The biggest problem seemed to be that if Olivia was having something at her place, how was I going to be able to be there with her parents there?� With their conservative ways, I was sure they would not approve of me being there.� And, provided that they didn�t mind my presence there (unlikely), how could we be certain they wouldn�t say anything to Cherry�s Mom?

Clearly, it was pointless to worry about it all day, so I let it go and waited to hear from Cherry after school.� She texted me during her last class of the day and told me to meet her in the parking lot when school was out.� I looked at the clock and saw that I had 15-20 minutes before I had to go, but I left early anyway.

When I pulled into the parking lot, there was a short line of cars; parents waiting to pick up their kids.� I took position at the rear of the line and waited like everyone else.� Soon enough, Cherry came out and jumped in the car with me and planted a big kiss on my lips.� She was wearing a fruity lip gloss that made her kiss all the sweeter.

Breaking the kiss she said with a happy grin, �Drive.�

�Where are we going?� I asked.

Cherry said, �We are supposed to have coffee together!� Did you forget?�

I said, �Oh, right.� And no, I didn�t forget!�

While driving to a local coffee shop, Cherry began filling me in on the plans for the night.� In a nutshell, the plan was to make an appearance until Olivia had several people at her party (at least so she wouldn�t have to be alone) and we would take off and do our own thing.� Cherry�s Mom wasn�t expecting her home until later the next day and Olivia would cover for her in case she called there.

I said, �That�s a pretty good plan, but there could be a problem with it.�

Cherry asked, �What�s the problem?�

I explained, �Olivia�s parents: they will know we aren�t there and will probably say something�as conservative as they are.�

Cherry looked at me funny and said, �Yeah, they are conservative, but they won�t be there.� They are out of town for the weekend.�

�Well, that�s convenient,� I remarked.

Cherry agreed, �Yes it is.�

She seemed to reflect on the point I made and was milling something over in her head.� We pulled up to the coffee shop and went in to order our beverages before taking a seat to wait for them to be served to us.� Cherry was unusually quiet as she continued thinking.� I began thinking again about that guilty feeling from the night before and decided I had to tell her.

I said, �So there is something I need to tell you, but I�m worried you might get upset.�

Cherry asked a little concerned, �What is it?�

�It�s a bit of a confession; It isn�t something I meant to have happen; it just happened.�

Cherry waited for me to continue, saying, �Ok��

I explained, �I wanted to surprise you last night and I came to see you.� But before I could knock on your window, I saw that Olivia was there.� I really didn�t know she was there beforehand, honestly.�

She said, �Yeah; I know.�

�You know?� I asked.

She said, �I knew you were out there.�

Surprised, I asked, �You could see me?!�

Cherry said, �No, last night I didn�t know you were there.� I just figured it out now.�

Even more surprised I asked, �How?�

She explained, �You said that Olivia�s parents were conservative.� I never told you that.� There�s only one way you would know that��

I said, �I�m really sorry.� Are you mad?�

Cherry said, �No, don�t be sorry; I�m not mad.� It�s actually kind of funny.� So, did you leave as soon as you saw her there or did you watch us?�� Her tone was teasing and she sounded sure she already knew the answer.

�I�m a little embarrassed to say that I couldn�t leave; I had to stay.�

Cherry laughed and asked, �Remember that reward for your attention to detail that I owe you?�

�Yeah?�

She said, �Well, consider that debt paid!�

I joked, �Hey!� That�s not fair: you didn�t know you were rewarding me!� That doesn�t count!�

She asked, �Were you surprised?�

�Yes��

�Did you enjoy it?� she asked further.

�Yes�� I admitted.

She said, �Debt paid!�

I gave a well defeated sigh and said, �You�re right: that is fair.� In fact, that was so hot, I think I might owe you now��

Cherry laughed and agreed, �You�re darn right you do!�

�Me and my big mouth�� I said.� �Can you do me one favor though: don�t tell Olivia?�

She said, �Knowing her, she�d probably think it was funny, too.� But I won�t tell her.�

�Why on Earth would SHE find it funny?� I asked.

She explained, �For one, she isn�t at all shy about her body.� And, because you came over to spend time with me and had to sit outside and watch her spend time with me instead.� She loves irony like that.�

I nodded and said, �Yeah, when you put it that way, it is pretty funny��

Our coffee was served to us and we barely took notice, content in just the conversation and spending time together.� We were excited about having the night to ourselves again and began trying to figure out what do.� Cherry said that she was feeling adventurous and wanted to do something that had an element of �danger� to it.� But it was up to me to come up with the idea; that was how I had to �repay her� for watching her and Olivia last night.

I was still brainstorming on an idea when it was time to go so she could start getting ready for the game.� Fortunately, her cheerleading uniform was in her locker at school.� She went inside to change and meet with the other girls while I sat in the car thinking about the night�s plans.

A few ideas were coming to mind, but nothing seemed �just right�.� She wanted something adventurous and with an element of danger, but I also wanted to make sure it was relatively safe (meaning we wouldn�t get caught/arrested), too.� I was deep in thought when I noticed the parking lot was starting to fill with cars and people were lining up at the gate.�

I got out of the car and, as I suspected, Cherry was coming over to get me.� She escorted me through the gate as she did the week before and the ticket guy didn�t even look at us this time.� I took the same spot as I had the week before so I could watch Cherry during the game and continued brainstorming as they went through mostly the same routine of welcoming the football team on the field.

Moments after the kickoff, a familiar voice came from my right.

�I see you are back again.� Did you ever get that coffee,� he asked.

I turned to look and was not surprised to see my �buddy�.� �Oh, hey.� �Jim�, right?� I said.

Jim nodded and asked, �Was it Dan?�

�David,� I corrected.

He said, �Oh, right.� So, how about it: did she meet you for coffee or what?�

I said, �Yeah, we sure did.�

Not accepting minimal answers he asked, �And�how�d it go?�

I said, �It was great.� We are going out again after the game.�

�You�re fucking lying!?� he asked in disbelief.

I said simply and matter-of-fact, �I�m not.�

Jim said, �Shit: I got to hand it to you�you have skills!�

I just shrugged my shoulder like it was nothing.

We continued making small talk; mostly he was making the conversation�I was just answering him.� He got around to asking me what I do for work and I told him that I was a firefighter from the next town over.

Jim said, �Oh, that�s pretty cool.� Did you hear about that accident a few weeks ago with the lady and her kid that got hit by a big rig?�

I clammed up a bit but answered, �Yeah.� I heard about it.�

He said, �Yeah, man; that was pretty fucked up.� But I hear they have a plan to fix that intersection now.� Did you hear about that?�

I replied, �Yeah.� I heard that, too.�� Not wanting to continue the subject, I asked, �So, what do you do?�

Jim said, �I�m a security guard.�

I looked at him and said, �Yeah, I can see you as a security guard.�

Jim said, �I�m not a mall cop, though: I work at the trucking distribution center a few miles from here.� It�s a pretty cool job.� I usually work the midnight shift so, there isn�t really a lot going on�I just do my own thing and no one messes with me.� Trucks come in and, because the place is pretty much locked down, sometimes the drivers just park it and leave until morning.� Or they opt to sleep in the back of the cab.� Either way, it means a peaceful night for me.�

I said, �That sounds like a pretty cushy job.� You are working after the game, then?�

He said, �No, not tonight.� Another guy is covering for me.� But he�s a bit of a slacker.� He is always asleep at the desk.� This school�s marching band could practice in there tonight and I�d bet he wouldn�t notice.�

I shook my head and said, �Yeah, some people are like that: no pride in their work.� What can you do?�

Jim continued talking but I was only half listening: a light had turned on in my head.� I could take Cherry there and we could do some sneaking around or something.� The more I thought about it, the better my plan became.� Before long, I had a great idea that promised to bring every element Cherry requested and I found I couldn�t wait for the game to end.

The game was a much tougher battle for the home team that week and I groaned with feelings of torture as it went into overtime.� Eventually the game ended with Cherry�s school squeaking out a win and we were soon free to go.

On the way to Olivia�s house, I told Cherry she would need to go home and grab a change of clothes and put them in her overnight bag (without her Mom�s knowledge, of course).� And the darker the clothes, the better.� She asked if we were going to a heavy metal concert to which I scoffed and only replied with �you�ll see�.� We pulled up to Olivia�s place and Cherry ran down the road to her home to get the requested apparel while I waited there for her.� Olivia invited me in; her tone much more accepting of me now.

Olivia said, �I want to apologize to you.�

I asked, �Apologize?� For what?�

She said, �I�ve been a real bitch towards you.� You didn�t deserve that.� I�m sorry.�

I said, �Don�t give it another thought, honestly.� Believe it or not, I get how you felt.�

She said, �Cherry said she told you about us�her and me�especially about me�you know.� Are you really ok with me being�� her words trailed off as though she couldn�t finish saying it.

I asked, �You mean a lesbian?�

�SHHHH!�� Olivia looked around reflexively, clearly nervous.

I said, �What?� We are the only ones here right now, right?�

She said, �Yeah, but��

I asked, �What�s the problem, then?�

Olivia said, �This is just new to me.� Not being a�you know�but for anyone besides Cherry to know that I am.�

I said, �Olivia, you do know that it�s �ok� to be a lesbian, right?� That is a part of who you are, so why hide that from the world?�

�You obviously don�t know my parents,� she replied.

�I think I know their type: ultra conservative, right?� I stated more than asked.

Olivia rolled her eyes and huffed, �You just don�t know��

I said, �I can only imagine how difficult it is for you to hide such an important part of your identity for fear of their reaction.� It must be painful.� But Olivia, their feelings on the subject are THEIR problem; not yours.�

She said, �Yeah, but you don�t know how painful it is going to be for them if they find out.� And what they will put me through with the bible verses and pastor speeches and endless lectures...�

I said, �You are concerned about their pain?� What about your pain?� Who�s concerned about that?� And I�m sure they will react exactly how you think they will.� But that�s likely to just be their initial response.� Eventually they will get used to the idea and get over it, but only if you �stick to your guns� and never concede to them.�

Olivia thought for a moment and asked, �What if they don�t get used to it?� What if they reject me?�

I said, �You are their daughter; they love you, I�m sure.� But, even if that does happen, you�ll be happier without them and honest about yourself than with them and lying to the world.� You understand?� Besides: I�m sure you aren�t planning on living at home forever��

Olivia nodded slightly while reflecting quietly before saying, �I guess so.�

�I want you to do something for me, Olivia,� I said.

She asked simply, �What?�

�I want you to say the words out-loud�just between you and me�say, �I�m a lesbian!��, I challenged.

She was embarrassed and said, �Oh, come-on��

I said, �You come-on!� This is a part of you: own it!� Say it with me: I�M A LESBIAN!�

Olivia hung her head and muttered, �I�m a lesbian.�� Her words almost fell flat on the floor.

�Seriously?� That�s the best the captain of the cheerleading squad can do?� I�m five feet from you and I barely heard you.� Pick your head up!� Be proud of it and say it like you mean it!�

Olivia picked her head up and said with a defeated sigh, �I�m a lesbian!�

I wasn�t letting her go that easy.� I said, �HM.� No pride; no spirit; no smile: bullshit�I don�t believe you!�

Olivia yelled, �I�M A LESBIAN!�

I said, �That�s better, but I still don�t see you smiling.� Say: �I�m attracted to girls because I�m a lesbian!�� DO IT!�

Fighting a smile, Olivia said, �I AM a lesbian!� I�m attracted to girls and I�m a LESBIAN!�

I made up an impromptu cheer and said, �It�s o-k�to be gay�girls are hot�guys are not!�

Olivia�s face brightened as I�d never seen before on her as she became more confident while repeating various lesbian cheers that we each were making up.� She danced as what must have been years of self oppression slowly melted away; replaced with finally being happy about her feelings.� Olivia hadn�t just been �in the closet�: she was at the bottom of a pit at the back of the closet in the basement.� But that seemed to be changing now.� Before long, I couldn�t tell if she was laughing or crying; I decided it was both.

Olivia jumped up at me, hugging my neck and said, �Thank you David!� You have no idea how you have made me feel!�

I said, �It was my pleasure, Olivia.�

Cherry said, �What did I just walk in on?�

Startled at the sudden third person in the room, Olivia and I separated like we were both diseased and faced Cherry.

I said, �It�s not what it looks like!�

Olivia agreed saying, �We didn�t�I wouldn�t do that to you!� We just��

Cherry cut her off and said, �I think it�s exactly what it looked like,� and she paused to get a reading on our faces.

Olivia and I just looked at her in stunned silence, neither of us able to speak.

Cherry said, �It looks to me like a couple of lesbians are in here making up gay cheerleading routines.�

It took a few seconds for her words to soak in, but when they did I sighed in relief, �You saw us�cheering?�

Cherry said, �I heard you from the driveway screaming that you are a lesbian.� That was hilarious, by the way.� So yeah, I�ve been watching you two lesbians for about five minutes now.�

Olivia said, �Oh my god Cherry: you scared me!� I thought you thought�� OH, I�m going to get you for that!�

Cherry looked at me and said, �You have quite the effect on people.� Do you know how long I�ve been trying to get her to be happy about this?� I�m gone for ten minutes and �BAM� you�ve got her dancing in the streets.�

Olivia agreed and added, �I�ve decided I�m done hiding it.� I�m making tonight my coming out party.�

Cherry said, �In that case, we�ll stay here with you!�

I said, �Yeah: we�ll be here for support.�

Olivia said, �You don�t have to stay.� You can for the first part�when I tell everyone.� But after that, it might be better if you do go.�

Cherry was surprised and asked, �Why?�

Olivia said, �You and I have been so close and everyone knows that.� If you stay, they might assume and you know how people talk.� But if you leave with David, they�ll know.� And you guys should probably act surprised at the news, too.� I just don�t want anyone to spread rumors.�

Cherry said, �I wouldn�t care, but I know what you mean.� We�ll do it your way if you are sure that�s what you want.�

Olivia just nodded emphatically and the plan was set.� Only a few minutes later, their friends began to show up; most of them just let themselves inside.� Everyone was just hanging out and talking�mostly gossip about various relationships at school.� When everyone was there, Olivia looked to us for a final vote of confidence and we both just nodded once to signal �go for it�.

Olivia said for all to hear, �Everyone�Guys!�� The room began to go quiet and a few came in from the kitchen to see what was going on.

She continued, �There is a reason I wanted you all to come here tonight.� For the longest time I�ve been too embarrassed and afraid to admit to something.� And I wanted the friends I care about most�all of you�to be together when I say for the first time to anyone: I�m a lesbian.�

The response from the small crowd was not surprising.� It was overwhelmingly positive�some were shocked, others were happy while lights clicked on for some that were now able to make sense of things in the past (like why she was never dating anyone).� Everyone was supportive and congratulated her for her courage to come out to them; thankful to be one of the friends she �cares about most�.� Cherry and I knew, of course, that it had little to do with what she truly considered her �inner circle� and more to do with timing and who just happened to be there.

Cherry congratulated Olivia (for show) and said that we had to get going. Olivia thanked us for coming and it was perhaps the most genuine �thank you� I�d ever heard.

Cherry changed into her dark clothes before we left the party and headed for the trucking distribution center; she still didn�t know where we were going or what I had planned and I wasn�t telling her until we got there.� It didn�t even come up in the conversation.

Cherry said, �Thank you for what you did for Olivia.�

I said, �Don�t thank me: she did it.�

Cherry said, �She wouldn�t have been able to do it without you!� You really helped her tonight!�

I replied with a wink, �I was just her muse.�

She picked up on my reference from our earlier �muse conversation� and said, �You�re not funny.�

I said, �Yes I am: that�s why you are having trouble hiding a smile right now!�

Cherry put the back of her hand to her mouth to hide her widening smile and turned to look out the passenger window.

�Ok: you�re a little funny,� she said.� Then she added, �Fine!� A muse does help.�

I said, �There: was that so hard to admit?�

Cherry said, �Well played, Mr. Mann�well played.�

We were just getting to our destination when Cherry couldn�t resist curiosity any longer.

�You realize there isn�t much out here, right?� What are we going to do, anyway?� she asked.

Pulling the car into a nearby parking lot, I said, �We are going to play a game.�

She said, �A game?� Out here?�

Pointing to the distribution center, I said, �In there.�

She said, �Look at that place!� They have security for sure!� We�re going to get caught!� And what kind of game are we going to play in there?�

I said, �Leave the security up to me: I have a plan.�� I didn�t tell her about the surely sleeping guard.� �As for the game, I�ll tell you once we are inside.�

We got out of the car and made our way through the gate while sticking to the darkest shadows.� It was easy enough since the place was as dark and quiet as a church cemetery.� We slipped between some parked big rigs and in no time we were at the back of the lot and in almost complete darkness.� Only the moon (and some lights from town reflecting off of clouds) lighted our way.� We found the approximate center point of the back fence.

I whispered, �This spot is where the game starts and ends.�

Cherry asked, �What�s the game?� How do we play?�

I asked, �Have you ever played �capture the flag�?�

She said, �Sure��

I explained, �This game is a lot like that.� But we aren�t going to use a flag: we are going to use our clothes�all of them!�

�WHAT?!� ARE YOU CRAZY?!� she yelled in a whisper.

As I started removing my clothes I said, �I�m going to hide my clothes over on this side somewhere; you are going to hide yours over there.� When they are hidden, we meet back here and the game starts.� Whoever finds the other�s clothes and makes it back here first wins.� The only rules are: you have to keep all of the clothes together in one pile and no hiding them in or past the trucks�you have to stay back here where it�s dark.� I would recommend staying very quiet since some of these trucks might still have the driver sleeping inside.�

�You really are crazy,� she said as she began undressing.� �Can we keep our shoes on?�

I said, �You wanted adventure with an element of danger: here you go!� And yes: it�s a good idea to keep shoes on.�

She turned to walk toward her side and I heard her say to herself, �I can�t believe I�m doing this!�� Then she stopped and turned back to ask, �What does the winner get?�

I said, �The winner gets their clothes back!�

�And the loser?� she asked.

I said, �She has to ride back to my place naked!�

Cherry said, �I think you mean HE has to DRIVE back to your place naked!�

�We�ll see,� I said with a smirk.

We each went to �our side� to prepare the start of the game.� I found a small drainage pipe that was dry so I put all of my clothes just at the end of my reach inside of it.� It was so dark that there was no way she�d see them in there and even if she did, she would never be able to reach them.� I felt my victory was certain as I headed back to the starting point.

I made it back a few minutes before she did and we stood there in the dark completely naked with the exception of our shoes.� I verified that she hid her clothes per the rules and she assured me she had.� I did the same and was ready to start the game.� But she stopped me before I could say �go�.

Cherry said, �This game is sexy as hell!� It�s really got me turned on!� And I can see it has you a bit aroused, too.� How about I take care of that for you?�

My dick began to quickly grow at the proposal and I was powerless to decline.� �Oh, UM�ok,� was all my stupid brain could muster.

Cherry knelt down in the grass and slid her soft lips around my now rigid cock�s head and darted her tongue around the base of the tip.� Her hands went to my ass cheeks and she slowly, agonizingly slowly pulled towards her as my cock pushed into her mouth.� Even after the head touched the back of her throat, she kept pushing it further down.� Her face turned red even in the darkness before she came up for air.� Her tongue went back to dancing at the base of the head while she looked up at me; her eyes shining in the moonlight.

Still looking up at me, she said, �I want you inside of me now!� Lay down and I�ll get on top of you!�

I did as she asked and she straddled my cock, pinning it between us.� I tried to move her up to get her in position.

She said, �Wait: not yet.� I need to rub myself on you�I�m not wet enough yet.�

I said �ok� and waited for her queue.� She was purring like a cat in heat in my ear as she glided her hot pussy along the length of my shaft.� I thought I was going to explode if she didn�t do it soon.� I was certain I�d orgasm by the time I was half of the way inside of her and she wasn�t even ready yet!� I told her I was going to cum if she didn�t do it now, so she moved up and I put my cock head right at the entrance to where it so desperately wanted to go.� Before I could push in, she dropped the lustful sound to her voice and whispered in my ear with a very serious tone.

She said, �It�s going to be really difficult to run with that boner.�

Before I could react, she sprang to life and was running as fast as her legs could carry her naked body towards my side!

�OH, YOU CHEATER!� I nearly yelled way too loud.

Her laughter faded into the darkness along with her as I tried to stand and run to her side of the game field.� My cock seemed to be telling me that �he� would never forgive me while I pleaded my case that this was �his� fault.� I ran while looking for anything that could be used to hide a small pile of clothes, but other than a few empty boxes, I wasn�t finding very much.� I slowed down and began looking closer but I was coming up empty.� Doubling back, I began looking in the tall grass along the fence line: nothing.� I didn�t imagine that she would go along side one of the trucks parked there, but that was the only answer.� So I began looking there as well; careful to look for signs of life from anyone that might be inside the truck.� After searching for at least 20-30 minutes, I�d almost forgotten that I was naked and amazed that I hadn�t found her clothes yet.� She still couldn�t find mine either and we would meet back at the spot periodically to check on each other�s status.

I said, �Ok: this is crazy!� Let�s give hints?�

Cherry agreed and said, �You first.�

I said, �Ok, but if you don�t give a hint after I give mine, you�re disqualified!�

She agreed and I said, �Go with the flow and you�ll find them.� That�s my hint.�

Cherry said, �Ok then�my hint is: you�ll find them there on moving day.�

I said, �GO!�

We were back to running.� I knew she had to be talking about a box, but I thought I had looked in all of the boxes back there.� I went and double checked them all and there was no sign of ANY clothes.� I looked around for anything that was either box shaped or in some way associated with �moving day�.� But I could find no trace of Cherry�s clothes.� Frustration was starting to set in, but I didn�t let it show.� I ran over to the other side and found Cherry was looking in the pipe where I hid my clothes and I knew I was about to lose at my own game.� When she stood up and saw me there, she gave the �I give up� salute which I returned to her.

I said, �You are closer to finding mine than I am to finding yours!�

She said, �You have to be kidding me!� Did you not understand my hint?�

I replied, �I thought I did.� It sounded like they were in a box or something.�

Cherry asked, �Are you playing a joke on me?� They should have been easy to find!�

I said, �I�ve looked everywhere I can think of.� You stayed in the agreed area, right?�

Cherry said, �Yeah, of course!� They are in a box back in the far corner.�

I shook my head and replied, �No they aren�t!�

�What?� Come on: I�ll show you!�

We walked back to Cherry�s side and she went over to the box in the corner that I had looked in several times and even turned over twice.� To her surprise (but not mine), her clothes were not in the box.

She looked up at me and asked, �OK: what�d you do with them?�

I said, �Seriously?!� I haven�t seen them!�

Cherry looked as confused as I felt and said, �Then what the hell???�

I had a sinking feeling and said, �Come on!�

We ran back over to my side and went back to the drainage pipe where Cherry had been looking.� I reached in to grab my clothes, but I was having trouble locating them.� That was strange because it wasn�t a very large pipe.� Suddenly I found something in my palm that sent warning alarms off in my head.

�Oh, shit!� I said.

�What?�

�Shit-shit-shit-SHIT!� I repeated in disbelief.

Cherry asked, �What? What is it?!� Is it something gross?� Did you find an animal or something???� WHAT?!�

I said, �No.� I found my keys!�� Then I found another familiar item.� �And my wallet�� I said.

Cherry said, �Then your clothes are in there, too; reach in further!�

I said, �I didn�t put them down that far; not this far anyway.�� I pulled out my keys and wallet and explained further, �And these were in my pockets with the pants folded so that they couldn�t just fall out.�

�What are you saying?� Cherry asked.

I said, �I�m saying my clothes are gone but these are here when they shouldn�t be if the clothes are gone.� And your clothes aren�t where you left them.�

Cherry just looked at me, waiting for me to finish.

I said, �Someone took our clothes.�

She said, �David, I swear if you are joking you better tell me now!�

�Babe, I�m being serious!� We need to get out of here; someone�s been watching us and they are messing with us now!�

No further discussion was needed and we ran together in the darkness to get back to the main gate.� We were looking around for any sign of life�someone watching.� But with the exception of the two of us, the place seemed dead.� We were transitioning from the relative safety of the shadows to the areas that were lit by the street lights and the danger factor multiplied exponentially.� Cherry used an arm to try and hide her breasts from view while her hand covered her crotch as we slinked our way to the gate.� The street lights were a soft orange color, but with us being naked like we were, it seemed like they were as bright as the summer sun at noon.

We made a break for my car as I fumbled for the key so I could start it without a moment�s delay.� Cherry was still holding her boobs as we ran and was alternating covering her crotch and her butt as we made our hasty retreat.� Before we reached the car, I was clicking the remote repeatedly to make sure it was unlocked before either of us put a hand on the door handles.� We jumped in and closed the doors so fast I thought the glass might break.� Before I had a chance to get the key in the ignition, Cherry was already urging me to hurry.

�Go-go-go!� Start the car!� Oh my god let�s go!�

Since there was no time, I didn�t even bother to respond verbally.� I just started it, put it in gear and took off like there was a monster after us!� We got past the end of the trucking distribution center and Cherry looked back to make sure no one was following us.� Satisfied, she turned back around and began laughing hysterically.� Her laughter was infectious and after a huge sigh of relief, I was laughing, too.� From the time on the clock, I saw that we had been running around naked in the dark for nearly two hours!� The good news was that we made it out of there without getting caught (by the police, anyway).� The bad news was we were still naked and very much in public.� I had to force myself to slow down and keep it under the speed limit; a ticket for speeding now would be �inconvenient� to say the least.� The other bad news was we still had to get from the car and inside without getting caught once we got to my apartment.

After a few minutes of driving, I felt confident that I wouldn�t turn heads on anyone that might happen to see me and notice I was not wearing a shirt.� Cherry, on the other hand, was feeling particularly exposed.� She slid down in her seat as low as she could go, but that looked suspicious, too.� After a few minutes of trying to find a comfortable position to �hide�, she said that she �had an idea�.� She sat back up in her seat, faced me, and put her head in my lap.� She wrapped her red lips around my dick before it even had a chance to grow hard.� Cherry�s tongue swirled in circles around my enlarging cock as she applied a bit of suction to it.� When it was hard and large enough that she could no longer swirl it around, she switched her tongue action; moving it back and forth on the side closest to her�massaging it gently while coaxing the head to penetrate further.� She didn�t let up until my cock was completely hard and began choking her.� I looked down to see my lap full of Cherry�s red hair as she began to slowly bob up and down my length.� Cherry turned her head to look up at me while opening her mouth wide.� My cock tried to spring up straight but was caught by her cheek, which pushed outwards lewdly.

With her mouth still stuffed, an involuntary smile forced its way to her lips as she looked up at the expression on my face.� I brushed her hair back behind her ear and she continued her slow bobbing.� She was working hard to get me to cum while I was working hard to keep some distance between us and the few other cars on the road.� The distraction of driving helped to hold off my orgasm, but Cherry was determined.� She began to hum with lust as she took me in as far as she could go.� Picking up the pace slightly, she began to choke herself again.� Her saliva collected heavily on my shaft before she would slurp it off and repeat the entire process.

We stopped at a notoriously long red light which gave me a few minutes to not have to think about driving.� I could feel my orgasm building quickly and then noticed a pair of headlights closing from behind me.� I prayed for the light to change before the car reached us, but that prayer was either unanswered or the answer was �no�.� And as luck would have it, the car moved into the passing lane; stopping right next to me.� I looked over to make sure it wasn�t a cop and, thankfully, it wasn�t.� However, it was an attractive woman who happened to look over at me.� She seemed to be trying to figure out why I was looking at her and why I was not wearing a shirt.� It was right about that time that Cherry succeeded in getting me to cum.� I must have made a hell of a face because the woman in the other car had a sudden look of disgust mixed with concern and she ran the red light.� Fortunately for everyone, there was no other traffic on the road!

Cherry swallowed and continued the blowjob until I was clean before she said, �Thank you!� That was awesome!�

I said, �You are thanking ME?� I should thank you!�

She replied, �I think I enjoy that just as much as you do: I love giving you head!� It feels good and I actually love the taste and texture of your cum.�

�Really?!� was all I could muster to ask�surprised�while thinking �there is no way I deserve this girl and I never want to lose her!�� She had said before that she liked it, but I thought perhaps she was just saying it to be �sexy�.

Cherry replied to my one-word question simply, �MMMHMM!�

We pulled into the complex and, since it was about 2:00 in the morning, it was pretty quiet.� I killed the lights to keep them from possibly waking anyone and rolled to a stop in the closest spot to my door�which wasn�t very close.� I got my key ready and turned the dome light off so it wouldn�t come on when we opened the doors.

I asked, �Shall we go on �three�?�

Cherry said, �I�m not getting out!� You�re going to go bring me some clothes!�

I teased, �You chicken!� Ok, fine; I just hope I don�t forget and go to bed; leaving you here until morning��

�You WOULDN�T?!�

I said, �No�� Not on purpose, anyway.�

She thought for a moment before making her decision, saying, �One, two, three!�

Cherry opened her door and was nearly out by the time I could react and open my door.� Her door slammed shut and I closed mine just as quickly, causing it to slam, also.� We made a dash for my door and, for reasons I can�t explain (perhaps habit) I clicked the �lock� button on my key device and the horn on my car dutifully chirped as the lights flashed once.

�Oh, good idea!� Cherry said with no small level of sarcasm.� �Maybe we should just knock on everyone�s door and ask them to watch the car for us?!�

I remarked, �Smart ass!� and I smacked her on her naked butt.

She let out a small, hushed �ow� as she rubbed her butt to sooth the minor sting.� I unlocked my door and we both tried to push our way inside at the same time while trying to close the door before we cleared the doorway.� The door slammed shut and any neighbors that weren�t awake from the noise we made while trying to be quiet were surely awake now.� Our laughter filled the room in an instant as we hugged each other in relief; standing there in only our shoes.

We calmed down as we stood there embracing and I offered, �We should probably get a shower.�

Cherry agreed and said, �Yeah.� Let�s get naked and get a shower.�� Kicking off her shoes she snickered, �There: I�m naked.� Why are you still dressed?�

I laughed and continued the joke, saying, �Yeah, this is awkward.�� I took off my shoes and asked, �Is that better?�

Cherry smiled and replied, �Much better.�

We held hands as we went into the bathroom to get our much needed shower.� But Cherry surprised me a little when she began running the water and put the stopper down to draw a bath instead.� She looked around for bubble bath; of course, I didn�t have any so she added a large volume of shampoo to the water and it worked �in a pinch�.� She got in and leaned back to the far side and I got in with her, not sure where to sit.� She motioned for me to sit with my back to her and, as I did, she wrapped her arms and legs around me while resting her cheek against my shoulder.� I caressed her legs which were smooth as silk and rubbed her feet.� I could feel her breasts pressing into my back as she breathed slow and deep.� In no time at all, we were the only two people on Earth.

Cherry sighed, �Do you have any idea how much I love you?�

I replied, �I feel the same way about you.� I can�t imagine my life without you in it.�

She asked, �Do you think it�s possible that we were meant for each other�like soul mates?�

I said, �I think it�s more than just possible. I think it is more than highly likely!� If you are not my soul mate, then there is no such thing.� I felt instantly connected to you and that was before I ever saw you.� As long as you are by my side, the rest of the world can fall apart and that will be ok because I�ll have you.� �Soul mates,� you ask?� I say, �no doubt in my mind�.�

Cherry hugged me as tight as she could and for a few moments I couldn�t breathe.� I didn�t mind, either.� We relaxed in the hot water until it began to cool and then we soaped each other up before rinsing ourselves.� We got out of the tub and dried off; Cherry wrapped a dry towel around her and took my hand, leading us to bed.� She got in first with the towel still wrapped around her.

I asked, �What�s with the towel?� Are you wearing it to bed?�

Cherry said, �I don�t want to make a mess: I don�t have any �products� and I�m still on my cycle, remember?�

Slapping myself in the forehead I said, �Oh, shoot; that�s right.� Do you want me to go pick something up for you?�

She said, �Maybe later.� Right now, I have a better idea��

Cherry opened her towel, spreading it across the bed, and motioned me to her with one finger.� She was a radiant vision; her skin still damp from our bath and she blushed slightly in anticipation.� Receiving her message �loud and clear�, I got in bed next to her and she pulled me to get on top of her.� I gave her a long, gentle kiss while brushing her hair away from the side of her face; her lips were as sweet as ever.

Breaking our kiss, Cherry said smiling, �Thank you for tonight: I had a really good time.�

I said, �It didn�t go exactly as I had envisioned, but it certainly was exciting.�

She said, �I�ll have to be more careful about telling you I want adventure with some danger mixed in!�

I agreed and said, �Sorry about your clothes getting lost��

She corrected me, �I think the word you are looking for is �stolen�.� But it was SO worth it!� It was so exciting running around naked playing our game to begin with, but then riding back here�knowing our clothes were stolen�was more thrilling than I could have imagined!�

I kissed Cherry again with more passion this time and my cock was lined up and ready to go someplace warm, wet, and close.� But I had other plans in mind.�

Recalling what she told Olivia the night before, I wanted to spend a little extra time focusing on her nipples.� I moved into a crouched position so that my knees were alongside of her hips and my face was over her beautiful breasts which were already heaving in anticipation.� In this position, I could keep my cock head in contact with her while my tongue went to work on her nipples.� I made slow, lazy circles with my tongue in one direction while my finger did the same on her other nipple.� At random intervals, I would switch speed and direction; occasionally stopping to suck or lightly bite at her nipple before switching to the other side.� Cherry ran her fingers through my hair as she hummed with pleasure.� She was rocking her hips down to try and push herself onto my ready and waiting cock, but I pulled back when she did�making sure it stayed barely in contact with her.

Cherry gave a moan that sounded a mixture of passion and frustration before she hooked her feet behind me and pulled me forward.� But I had anticipated her move and resisted, all without breaking my attention to her breasts.

Cherry hissed, �If you don�t put it inside of me right now, I�m going to cum before you get it in!�

Without releasing her nipple, I looked up at her and her head was vibrating as if she was freezing; clearly, desperately holding back an orgasm.� Cherry�s eyes were slammed shut and she was sucking on her lower lip forcefully.� I sucked on her nipple as hard as I could while pinching the other with a pulsing pressure that mimicked a heartbeat.� Cherry began to gasp in short breaths as her eyes shot open.

�I�m cumming!� she squeaked out.

I responded, �Really?� while sitting upright.

She said, �Yeah; look!�

I looked at the point where my cockhead and Cherry�s wet pussy met and, just as she said, saw her clear fluids pulsing lightly out of her and onto me.� I did a small victory dance in my head as I went back to kiss my Lover on her lips, cheeks, and neck.� At the same time, I slowly pushed my cock in where we both so desperately wanted it and she groaned until my balls came to rest on her ass and my cockhead brushed her cervix.� The moment her cervix felt that stimulation, her vaginal walls tightened on me and began pulsing in attempt to milk my orgasm from me.

She said, �Oh god!� I�m cumming again!�

Cherry had one of her fists full of her red hair while the other fist was full of bed sheets.� Her head was tilted back as far as she could go while I kissed her neck and continued to try and push deeper, harder.� As I did, she began to make a blended sound that was a passionate mixture of a moan, hum, and a whine.� Through clenched teeth, the only words she could muster were �Yeah!� and �Yes!�� That was all the �cheering section� I needed to urge me to continue on.

Just as Cherry�s second orgasm was subsiding, I could feel my own beginning to build.� I began making longer and slower strokes into her.� I hooked an arm under each of her knees to curl her butt up off of the bed which allowed me to penetrate even further.� Cherry took the next step immediately and put her legs up over my shoulders.� The new position for us was incredible; the effect was it automatically tightened her vaginal grip on me while giving me the best possible angle for going deep.� I pushed down into her and Cherry�s eyes shot open at the sensation of my cock head pushing hard on her cervix.� The passion written on her face brought my orgasm before I knew it started and it was a powerful one!� It was so strong, I could almost hear it power washing the entrance to her womb; if not for Cherry�s vocals, I probably would have heard it!� But the instant my cum hit her, she had a third orgasm that had her squealing and thrashing under me.� Cherry held on to the bed for dear life as our orgasms slowly quieted.� She pulled her legs down from my shoulders and we rested in a �basic missionary� position.

Cherry was completely out of breath and her body was going limp with exhaustion.� She rolled to her side and I took position behind her.� She whispered fragmented sentences.

�So amazing�� Thank you.� Can�t talk; so tired�� Sleep�� Love�so much,� her words trailing off to a whisper as she passed out.

I asked if she was �ok� and she simply nodded her head.� I kissed her shoulder and told her that I Loved her.� She responded with a single word, �Love�, before falling asleep.� I held her for a while to make sure she was sleeping.� When her breathing changed to a slower, deeper breath, I knew she was out for the night.� I was ready to fall asleep, too, but there were a few things that I wanted to do for her first.

I quietly got out of bed and grabbed the pair of panties she had me hold onto after the game the week before and threw them in the washing machine.� She was surely going to want a clean pair of underwear in the morning and my boxers were not likely to suit her.� I added a few of my own articles and started a cycle.� I got dressed and quickly wrote a note in case she woke up to tell her I had to step out for a few minutes.�� I went down to the local �mom-and-pop� convenience store and made a direct line for the �female hygiene� products.

�Need any help?� the lady at the register offered.

I replied, �No; I think I know what I�m looking for.� But thank you.�

When I accidently spent the night at Cherry�s, I saw her choice of products under her sink.� I found the exact same item on the shelf and made the selection.� Walking to the register, I saw a hair brush that was very similar to the one she used, so I picked it up too.� I set them on the counter and the lady scanned the items before putting them in a bag.

�You�ve done this before, I take it?� she asked, referring to the female products.

I said, �Actually, this is my first time buying them for her; I just know what she uses.� She doesn�t even know I�m here�she�s sleeping.� But she�s out and will probably want one in the morning.�

The lady replied, �Well, that�s really sweet of you.� My husband won�t even go down the aisle at the supermarket, let alone buy them.�

Handing her the money, I said, �It can be a bit embarrassing for some guys, but I�d do anything for her.�

She said, �She�s lucky to have you��

As she gave me my change, I said, �No: I�m the lucky one.�

She just smiled and wished me a �good morning� (since it was almost 4:30am) and I said the same to her as I dumped the change in the tip jar again.� She thanked me and I thanked her in return as I headed home; purchase in hand.

I got back to the apartment and entered as quietly as I could; avoiding waking my sleeping beauty�the note I left for her had not moved.� I put the wash in the dryer, set the bag down in the bathroom and stripped down before joining the Love of my life in bed.� I moved slowly to keep from disturbing her and spooned right behind her, placing my hand on her hip.� In her sleep, she grabbed my hand from her hip and moved it up to her chest level, holding my hand in hers�resting between her beautiful, perfect, soft breasts.� I couldn�t imagine being more comfortable than at that moment and I quickly fell asleep.

It was around 9:00 when I woke up.� We had shifted in the night and I was now flat on my back; Cherry was draped across me�resting her head on my chest.� She had one leg over the top of mine and my hand was on her back.� I never wanted to move�to just lay there in her arms forever.� But then Cherry stretched on me like a cat waking from a nap before she pulled herself on top of me.� She nestled her face into the side of my neck and whispered, �good morning�, before falling half asleep again.

I replied with a whisper, �The best morning!�

That incited a giggle from her and she kissed me while seeming to come to life.

She teasingly asked, �And just what exactly makes this morning such a good morning for you?�

I replied, �Because when I woke up, you were in my arms.�

Before I could finish that statement, she pressed her lips to mine, catching my words in her mouth.� We both had morning breath again; neither of us cared.� Without breaking the kiss, Cherry moved her hips forward enough to free my growing erection trapped between us before pushing back down on it; sighing in content as it entered her.� She broke the kiss to rest her head on my chest again while rocking her hips on the dick inside of her.

She sighed with a still sleepy voice, �I�m sorry I fell asleep so soon after last night.� I don�t even remember falling asleep.�

I laughed and said, �You must have been tired!� But it�s ok: I was pretty tired, too.�

Cherry said, �What you did last night�it was so mind-blowing incredible!� I mean: you made me cum just by playing with my nipples!� And then you made me cum two more times after that!� I think you screwed me unconscious!�

I confessed, �You having three orgasms was awesome, but I can�t take full credit for that.� I heard you telling Olivia about how you got close before when I focused on your nipples; I just did it for longer to see if I could actually get you there.�

Cherry gasped with a sudden sense of realization, �Oh, shoot!� Olivia!� What time is it?�� She sat up straight, still rocking on the solid dick inside of her while looking for a clock.

I said, �It�s a little after 9:00; why?�

Relieved, she said, �Oh, good.� We have some time.� We are supposed to go to the mall today�I can�t blow her off after she covered for us last night.� That would be rude.�

I suggested, �Don�t forget: we should probably get a shower and something to eat before we go.� Are you sure there is enough time?�

She nodded and said, �Yeah, I�m sure.� I want to feel you shoot it inside of me again before we get a shower, though.�

I replied, �I love the way you think!�

As she continued to sit atop of me, I raised my hips off of the bed and she rocked like a cowgirl on a slow, mechanical bull.� Cherry moved her hips in circles that randomly alternated direction while lifting up a few inches before settling back down again.� Belly dancers don�t have as much control over the hips as she did!

After several minutes of giving herself a ride, Cherry leaned down to kiss me.� Her hair poured over my head, nearly blocking out all light as her beautiful tits pressed into my chest.� I cupped her ass in my hands and she continued rolling her pelvis, slowly grinding it into mine.� When she sat up, her hair was still in her face as she held her stomach between her bellybutton and the bottom of her ribcage.

She said, �I Love you so much, it hurts right here�and it�s the best feeling in the world!�

I expressed my Love for her was just as strong and her hands glided over her proud breasts before continuing up and around the back of her neck.� She ran her fingers through her red locks of hair, lifting them over her head before they lazily fell back down around her shoulders.� Using both hands, Cherry brushed her hair out of her face, pulling it back over the top and behind her head.� She looked down and into my eyes with a look of pure content and a genuinely happy smile; I�m certain my face displayed the same message.

With the morning light pouring through the window, I could see her while in the throes of passionate Lovemaking like never before and she was breathtakingly stunning.� Her face began to blush and I wondered if she was suddenly becoming self conscious for some reason.� The blushing spread down her neck and into her upper chest as she began to give that mixed moan, hum, and whine sound which was becoming her �trademark sound�.� The blushing on her neck and chest turned bright pink like a sunburn and I knew what was happening: she was about to orgasm.� She leaned back while bouncing quickly on my hard cock for a few moments and my own orgasm was imminent.

I said, �Oh god, I�m going to cum!�

Still leaning back, she responded, �DO IT!� NOW!�

I said, �I need to see your face!�

The instant I said that, she crashed down on me�planting her lips to mine.� The moment our lips touched, our orgasms hit simultaneously and Cherry hummed in delight with the feeling of my sperm splashing into her.� When our orgasms subsided, she sat up straight and stopped moving.� With her finger she began tapping the center of my chest.

�Thump-thump�Thump-thump�Thump-thump,� she said in perfect timing with my heartbeat.� �I just love that feeling!�

I just smiled and said, �You�re so crazy��

She replied, �Crazy about you!�

I sat up and crossed my legs at the ankles while giving her another kiss.� We could have stayed in bed together all day, but we had to get going before it got too late.

We reluctantly got out of bed and I�d be lying if I said the bed (as well as the two of us) wasn�t a site�we�d made quite a mess.� Cherry remarked �EW-gross� before apologizing for the mess.� I told her I couldn�t care less about it and I�d take care of it later.� She led the way to the bathroom and saw the bag on the counter.

�What�s this?� she asked.

I said, �I picked up a couple of things for you.�

She questioned, �But, this wasn�t here last night�was it?�

I said, �No, I went out this morning.�

She said, �I never heard you leave!� I can�t believe you bought me girl supplies!� And they are the right ones, too!� You are really amazing; you know that?� Thank you.�

I smiled and said, �You are more than welcome: I�d do anything for you!�

Cherry kissed me quickly on the cheek as a thank you and we got in the shower.� Since we knew we were short on time, we only stayed in long enough to simply wash off before we got out and dried off.

While drying off, Cherry said, �So, I think we are going to have a problem: I don�t have any clothes.� I could wear some of yours, but I don�t think your boxers are going to work for me very well�if you know what I mean.�

I said, �Hold that thought,� and retrieved her freshly cleaned panties from the drier.� �Will these work?� I asked handing them to her.

�You sir, are incredible.� Did you even sleep last night?�

I just winked at her and told her to wear whatever she could make work from my closet.� We brushed our teeth�sharing my toothbrush this time.� While she brushed hers, I finished getting dressed and went to make breakfast.� She asked from the bedroom if she could �alter� some of my things and I told her to do whatever she wanted.�� She came out to the kitchen wearing only her panties and she grabbed a pair of scissors and a black marker from the �junk-drawer� before retreating back to the bedroom.

Just as I was finishing breakfast and preparing two plates for us, Cherry came out to present herself to me, holding her arms out to the side in a �model�s pose�.� The first thing I noticed was her shirt; she took one of my station house t-shirts and modified it heavily�cutting the sleeves and neck out of it and turning it into a tank-top that showed off no small amount of cleavage.� She cropped the bottom off of it so that it barely hid her navel and the sides were removed; front and back were held together with a knot.� Underneath the t-shirt, she wore a bandeau that I had no idea how she made until I saw her shorts.� Her shorts were made from a pair sweat pants; the legs were cut off just below the crotch and the top hem was rolled over to keep them from sliding off of her.� The bandeau matched the shorts perfectly which told me she used the legs from the sweats to make it.

After a few moments of stunned silence, I said, �That�s the sexiest thing I�ve ever seen.�

�You don�t mind that I cut up your clothes?� she asked.

I said, �If you are going to look like that in them, you can cut up ALL of my clothes!�

Cherry bounded over to me and kissed me before we sat down to eat. �I told her I wasn�t much of a cook, but she humored me and said it was really good.� Seeing that time was starting to get short, we finished eating and headed out for Olivia�s place.

During the ride, we relived the previous night�s game of �naked capture the flag� and began speculating what happened to our clothes.� Eventually, that turned into a game of trying to come up with the most ridiculous, impossible scenario of where they went and we were laughing uncontrollably by the time I pulled into Olivia�s driveway.

Before we could knock on her door, Olivia opened the door and she looked like she was on the verge of going into panic.

�Cherry, your Mom just called and wants to see you before we go to the mall�I told her you were in the bathroom but you need to call her right now or she�s going to get suspicious.�

Cherry asked, �How long ago did she call?�

Olivia said, �It was only like a few minutes ago.�

Cherry said, �ok�, before going to get her overnight bag to retrieve her cell phone.

Olivia noticed Cherry�s ensemble and asked, �What the hell are you wearing?� Where the fuck are your clothes?!�

Cherry called back to her, �Long story; tell you later!�

Olivia looked back at me and I just shook my head as if to say, �you�re not going to believe this��� We could hear Cherry talking to her Mom so we decided to remain silent to make sure we were not overheard.� Soon enough, Cherry ended the call and came out to say she had to go home for a minute�just to �make an appearance��and she�d be right back.

Olivia looked at her and asked, �Are you nuts?� You can�t go home wearing that!� Your Mom will kill you AND me!� And HIM!� It�s obvious those are his clothes��

Cherry looked down for a second before rolling her eyes at her near fatal mistake, �Oh yeah; DUH.� Be right back.�

She went back and grabbed her change of clothes from her bag and reappeared in only her panties and shoes; the shorts clearly must have slid easily over them.��� She put her bra on and kicked her shoes off at the same time.� She then took her tank-top and (surprisingly to me) stepped into it before pulling it up the length of her body.� She made a small adjustment to her breasts and put on her yoga shorts while stepping back into her shoes.� The entire process took no more than 45 seconds�start to finish.

Still surprised about how she put her top on, I said, �Never saw anyone put a shirt on that way before.� Wouldn�t it be easier to pull it on over your head?�

Walking out the door, Cherry said, �No; shelf!�

Even more confused, I asked to a closing door, �Shelf?� What does that mean?�

Olivia said, �Tops like this have a shelf.� If you put them on like a regular shirt, the shelf is hard to get in place�especially when you have big boobs; not that I would know from personal experience.�

I laughed at the joke she made to her own expense and said, �I�m sure yours are nice�� But I still don�t know what this �shelf� is you are talking about.� But, that�s ok; I�ll figure it out, I�m sure.�

Olivia said, �Here: I�ll show you.�

Before I realized what she was doing, Olivia pulled her top up over her head and removed it without ceremony.

I said, �WHOA!� What are you DOING?!�

Olivia said, �Oh, relax!� It�s not like I�m coming on to you!� Lesbian; remember?�

�Yeah, but��

She said matter-of-fact, �It�s not like you haven�t seen a girl in a bra before.� And it covers the same as a bathing suit so what�s the big deal?�

I exhaled and said, �Ok.� If you�re comfortable with it, I�m ok.�

Olivia shook her head slightly to my apparent stupidity and continued explaining about the shelf found in a woman�s tank-top.� After she showed me, I felt silly for never really noticing it before; I�d seen it many times but just never questioned it.

Olivia was stepping into her top when Cherry came through the door unannounced.

Seeing the two of us standing there as we were, she said, �I always walk in on you two at the wrong time, don�t I?�

I was once again horrified and quickly explained, �She was just showing me what a shelf is; that�s all!� Nothing happened!�

Olivia said, �Oh my god, really?�� Then with a hint of sarcasm she said, �Tell the truth, David.� Tell Cherry you wanted to see my tits so I let you.�

I was so stunned by what she said that I didn�t hear Cherry laughing; the blood drained from my face.� Cherry came over to me while desperately trying to keep herself from laughing and kissed me; her lips pulled back in an uncontrolled smile.

Cherry broke the kiss and said, �She�s messing with you!� Don�t let her get in your head like that!�

I breathed a huge sigh of relief and said, �Don�t do that to me!� You scared the shit out of me!�

Olivia smirked and said, �Come on, lover-boy: we have some shopping to do.�

I said, �Oh: am I coming with you?� I thought it was going to just be the two of you today�a day for you.�

Olivia said, �You can come, too�unless you don�t want to.�

Before I could answer, Cherry said, �No; come with us!� It�ll be fun.�

I said, �Sure: what the hell.� As if I could say �no�!�

My car was blocking in Olivia�s so I moved it out to the street and parked it there.� We had decided to take her car in case Cherry�s Mom drove by�it wouldn�t be good to be at the mall while Olivia�s car was at her place; clearly.

I opened the back door to get in and Cherry was about to join me in the back before I stopped her.� I whispered in her ear that she should ride up front with her friend so that Olivia wouldn�t feel like the �third wheel� in our little group.� She winked at me in understanding before giving me a quick peck on the lips to say �thanks� and �good thinking�.

We left to go to the mall and Olivia couldn�t wait any longer; she asked again about what happened to Cherry�s clothes.� The two of us began telling the story that led to not only Cherry�s clothes being stolen, but mine as well.� Olivia just shook her head in amazement.

�You crazy kids,� she said.� �Most people are content to just go and see a movie.� You two nuts go streaking around town!�

Cherry said, �Yeah, well�it wasn�t our intention to drive naked all over town.� That was just the �bonus� round.�

On the way to the mall, Olivia stopped and pulled some money out of the ATM.� Clearly she had an actual shopping agenda as opposed to just wanting to �hang out� at the mall.

�So, what are we shopping for today?� I asked.

Olivia said, �This is my first day �out� and I�m going to find some things I can wear to show others who I am.�

Before I could respond, Cherry said, �Good for you, Olivia!� I bet you will feel so much better afterwards.�

Olivia agreed, �I already do feel better; like this huge, oppressive weight has been lifted off of me.� I feel like a new person!�

I chimed in, �Even I can see the change in you; and I�ve only known you for a short time.�

Cherry agreed, �Yeah�you are more open today.� I mean, you always were with me, but normally you get quiet around people you don�t know really well.�

Olivia said, �Everyone has been so supportive of me!� I don�t know why I waited so long, now.� Have you seen my Twitter?� It�s been crazy!�

Cherry said, �No, I haven�t,� as she checked her phone.� A few moments later, she remarked, �Oh my god Olivia�� Didn�t I tell you that people would support you?!�

Olivia responded, �I know�yes; you did,� her tone implied, �don�t rub it in�.

We arrived at the mall and I asked, �So what store are we going to first?�

Cherry said, �I already know the answer to that: there�s a store that has mostly LGBT stuff in it��

Olivia confirmed simply, �Yep!�

�That makes sense�let�s go,� I said.

The moment we walked in the store, Olivia raised her arms in victory and sang loud enough for the entire store to hear, �I�m coming out!� And I want the world to know�!�� Her sudden outburst was met with cheers and applause from the half-dozen people in the store.� A guy folding tops dropped what he was doing and came over to her and gave her a hug while saying �Oh, Honey!� Good for you!�� Olivia was beaming as he took her hand to show her around the store.� He was a bit flamboyant and it was clear he was working in the right place for his personality.� I was standing back a bit just to give them space�to keep out of their way.� Cherry was there to help shop.� The guy introduced himself as Raymond before he started picking out matching items for the two of them and I just laughed to myself.�

Olivia tried to explain, saying �Oh, no: she�s just my girl friend.� I mean�not my girlfriend�she�s my girl�friend.�

Cherry expanded, �What she means is: I�m not a lesbian�we are not a couple�I�m her straight best friend.�

Raymond said with a laugh, �That�s �ok� sweetie: we can�t all be perfect!�� Then he turned to me and asked, �How about you, handsome?� Any chance you are coming out today?�

Pointing to Cherry, I said, �No; sorry�I�m actually with her.�

He replied, �Oh, that�s a shame.�� Then he said to Cherry, �But good for you, sweetie!� You make a fabulous couple,� before turning his attention back to Olivia.

They selected a few t-shirts and tank tops along with an assortment of accessories; most of it containing interlocked �female symbols�.� I was certain that one of the shirts Olivia picked first was selected for the message it would send to her parents.� In rainbow print, it said simply, �Love is not a Sin�; underneath it featured two non-descript women (like you would see on a typical restroom door) holding hands.

The actual shopping was finished within 30 minutes of walking through the door, but they must have talked for the next two hours, sharing their experiences with first hiding and then finally fully accepting their identities.

At one point, Cherry excused herself to find the bathroom.� When she told me that she�d be right back, I knew she wasn�t just looking for a chance for us to �get away� for a few minutes.� As she walked out of the store, I noticed Olivia watching her walk away.� I didn�t think much of it since I knew Olivia was a lesbian and my girlfriend had a very �watchable� ass.

Once Cherry was gone, Olivia asked me, �What did you do to her?�

Confused by the question, I said, �Nothing�What are you talking about?�

Olivia said, �Don�t tell me �nothing�.� Look at how she�s walking.�

Before I could answer, Raymond chimed in, �I thought she was walking funny, too, but I didn�t want to say anything.�

Realizing what she was getting at, all I could utter was, �UH��

Olivia said, �David�I like you�but if you knock her up, I�ll knock you out.� Permanently�no offense.� She is not ready for that right now.� Ok?�

I said, �I completely understand where you are coming from; believe me.� We�ve had this discussion and we are being safe.� Ok?�

She said, �I�m only saying something because you had one scare already.� She was never late before you��

I asked, �Never?�

She responded, �Never.�

I just nodded in understanding while realizing it was likely that Cherry had been pregnant but the timing was just a little too late in her cycle to stop the menstruation from happening.� At least, that was my understanding of the process from what I could remember from biology in high school.� I probably should have paid more attention!

I felt a bit bad for being less than completely honest with Olivia about how �safe� Cherry and I were while being intimate, but technically we were being �safe�: we knew exactly where she was in her cycle and the chances of her getting pregnant while on her period were pretty much zero.� I made a mental note to get a period/ovulation tracker app so we could make better informed decisions on when we were �safe� and when it was a �bad idea� to make Love.

Cherry came back and Olivia clamed up with the conversation; changing the subject back to her new-found freedom to express herself.� Olivia took her selected items to the register and Raymond rang her up while folding the clothing items once more before putting them in a bag.� She paid and we were off to other things.

We spent the next few hours mostly just hanging out at the mall.� Olivia couldn�t wait any longer and changed into one of her new shirts.� She had no trouble turning heads before the new shirt, but after she changed, she turned even more (for different reasons I�m sure).� We ran across more than a few of their friends from school and almost every one of them had to stop and talk to her about her �revelation�.� They expressed varying degrees of surprise to the news�shocked to not surprised at all�but they were all very supportive of her.

Eventually, even the girls had spent enough time at the mall and we decided it was time to go.� Cherry�s Mom had called a few times to ask if she was ever �planning on coming home��her way of saying you need to come home now.� We arrived back at Olivia�s and Cherry collected her things from Olivia�s room.� She didn�t want to go (of course), but she worried that if she put her off much longer, her Mom might come looking for her�and that wouldn�t go too well for any of us.� I told her that I needed to go and get ready for work anyway; mostly to make her feel better about having to go home.

Cherry asked, �You�re ready to go back to work?� When did that happen?�

I thought for a second and replied with a light sense of amazement, �I don�t know.� I didn�t even think about it before.� But I know I am ready.� Maybe it was the story in the paper; maybe it was the extra time with you�a combination of both, perhaps?�

Cherry hugged me and asked, �When will we be together again?�

I said, �I�m not sure; soon I hope.� But until then, you know I�ll be counting the seconds.�

We kissed before saying �I Love you� and that incited a response of �you guys are gross� from Olivia.

Cherry said while still hugging me, �Yeah?� Well, when you find a girl and fall in Love, you�re going to be gross, too!�

Olivia thanked me again for helping her before I reluctantly headed home.� Cherry left at the same time and was likely home before I was out of the neighborhood.

I walked through my apartment door and could still feel Cherry in the air; I missed her already.� But I had to get ready for work and set about cleaning up a bit.� When I got around to our bed, the mess we had made of it was a bit surreal.� Hollywood certainly never portrayed this vision in any movie�romance or horror.� If I had seen this in anyone else�s bed, I would have been thoroughly disgusted, but in our bed, it was just �real life�.� I threw the towels and sheets in the wash with some extra bleach, not caring if the stains came out or not.� New sheets went on the bed and I got a shower before setting my alarm and getting some sleep.

Chapter 7

It was a nice day outside, so I decided to go for a run.� Just as I was getting into my rhythm, it occurred to me that everything was unusually grey for such a sunny day.� Looking into the sky, I found there was a very strange cloud over me that had me stopping in my tracks to get a better look.� It was perfectly stationary but seemed to blow like a flag in the wind; only it blew in all directions at the same time�as if the source of the wind was from the center of the cloud.� Even more strange, this �cloud� didn�t cast a shadow.� Rather, it seemed to be a light source; emanating a bright, white light.� As I tried to figure out what I was looking at, a voice next to me said, �That�s Momma.�� Suddenly, the grey hues on everything made sense.

I looked down and Katie was once again by my side.� Her sundress was no longer yellow; it was a nearly blinding white.� For the first time ever, I saw Katie smile.� She was heartbreakingly adorable.

I asked, �Why does your Mom appear like this instead of like you?�

Katie shrugged and said, �I don�t know what you mean.� She looks to me like she always has.� What does she look like to you?�

I explained what I saw and asked, �What do you think that means?�

Katie said, �I don�t know.� Maybe it is just up to you to decide what it means�like the kids on the playground?�

I nodded and asked, �Did you decide what that meant?�

She said, �Yeah, I figured it out.� Those were the voices of all the kids that are going to be spared�at the intersection.� Some of them would have died there; others are only going to be born because their Momma or Daddy aren�t going to get hurt there.�

I asked, �Yeah?� You really think so?�

Katie nodded and said, �That�s what Momma says, too.�

I responded, �Well, that certainly is a nice thought; I hope you�re right.�

She replied simply, �We are.�� Then she said, �I�ll see you later, David�

I asked, �You need to go for now?�

She looked up at me and said with a smile as if I�d made a joke, �No, silly: you do!�

I woke up not more than ten seconds before my alarm clock went off.� My hand smacked the beeping device, silencing it for the next 24 hours.

It was still too early to call Cherry; I knew she would still be sleeping.� So I just got myself ready for the day and went in to the firehouse for the first time in what seemed like ages.

It�s funny the little things you �almost� forget when you�ve been gone for a while�like the echo inside the bays where the trucks are kept or the smell of the flash gear that protects your head in a fire.� I was soaking in the ambiance, glad to be back when an all too familiar voice behind me broke me out of my trance.

�Welcome back.� Now get to work,� Chief said.

Turning around, I said, �Hey Chief; it�s good to be back.�

He took one look at my face and said, �You get married or something?�

I laughed and said, �No�Not yet anyway!�

He studied me for a second and said, �But you plan to.� Don�t you?�� The question was more of statement.

I said, �Eventually.� Timing isn�t good right now�but yeah: I�m going to ask her eventually.�

�What�s her name again?� Cherry?�

I confirmed with a nod and said, �Yeah; Cherry.�

He asked, �You have that talk with her yet?�

I shook my head and said, �With this girl, it won�t be necessary, Chief�

Getting really serious, he said, �David�Don�t be an idiot!� You�d better tell her how hard it can be to be the wife of a fireman!� Every time you are on the job and she hears a siren, she�s going to be afraid for your life and that puts a lot of strain on her�and the marriage.� Few women can take that for long.�

Again I shook my head and replied, �That won�t matter, Chief.�

He said, �What: you think because you two are in love that will be enough?� Trust me David, the honeymoon ends eventually.� When she is constantly living in fear�not knowing what danger you might be in�that stress is going to get to her and it will end up ripping you two apart!� I know because it happened to me.�

I looked at Chief a bit surprised because he never shared his personal life (as far as I knew).� His advice always came in the form of what he�d seen happen to others; never to himself.

Chief said, �Yeah: that�s right�I was married before�when I was a young kid like yourself.� But my wife left me because she couldn�t take the stress.� Just like I�m telling you now.� I got a kid that I never saw except a few times a year because my wife moved just far enough away to make sure of it.� Then it�s time for college and��forget about it��� You want that to happen to you?�

I said, �There is no chance of that happening to me, Chief.�

�What makes you think so?� he asked.

I said, �Because: if she gets to that point, I�ll quit this line of work and find something else.� And I�ll be happy to do that for her.�

He nearly choked with laughter and said, �Shit, son: you went and got your ass kicked by cupid!�

I grinned and said, �Maybe I did, Chief; maybe I did.�

Chief turned red with laughter as he walked away while saying, �Get to work, lover-boy!�

It was clear that the next few days (at a minimum) were going to be filled with jokes directed my way about my love life.� And that thought didn�t bother me in the least: I knew what I had with Cherry and the jokes would be worth it.� I found a few of the other guys and Brian was the first to notice me and welcome me back.� They asked if I�d done anything �interesting� while I was taking my time off and I kept things a bit �cryptic� and said that I had kept myself busy.� They smiled knowingly at me while nodding slightly and I was trying to figure out what they knew.

Garry finally said to me, �Oh, come on!� We know it was you!�

�What was me?� I asked, unsure of what they could know about.� The night of �naked capture the flag� was all that was coming to mind and that was going to be pretty embarrassing if they found out about it.

Brian said, �In the paper!� It was you, right?� With the fix for the intersection?�

Shaking the night of nakedness out of my head, I said, �Oh!� Yeah!� Yeah, that was me.�

They teased me about taking night courses in civil engineering on the sly while trying to break into politics�generally �busting my balls� to make up for lost time while I was away.� After joking around for a bit, Garry switched the subject to something that had been going on at the station house.

Garry said, �There�s a guy that�s been coming around every few days looking for you.�

My brow wrinkled in puzzlement and I asked, �Looking for me?� What guy?�

Brian said, �He won�t say who he is.� He just keeps asking for you�showed up last Monday; asked for David.�

Garry said, �We told him you weren�t here�offered to give you a message�he just said he�d be back.�

Clueless, I just shook my head while trying to figure it out.

Brian asked, �Do you have unpaid parking tickets or something?� Maybe he�s trying to serve you a summons!�

Garry offered, �Or, maybe he�s wondering why you never called him the next morning!�

Brian and Garry were busting at the gut with laughter; I just said as dry as possible, �You guys are hilarious.�� Truthfully, the joke was pretty damn funny and it took all I had not to laugh with them.� After a few more minutes of jokes at my expense, we all found something to do and went to work.

It was just after lunch and I was outside doing some maintenance checks on a few fire hoses when a voice came from behind me; interrupting my train of thought.

�Are you David?� he asked.

I said, �That�s me,� as I turned while standing to face the man.

He asked, �Are you David Mann?�

�That�s right; what can I do for you?� I asked.� I was starting to wonder if I was about to be served to appear or arrested.� But then I decided both seemed unlikely; he didn�t quite fit the part.� He was a big enough guy; dressed nice, but he looked like hell�like he hadn�t slept in weeks.

He put out his hand while making his introduction, saying, �My name is Bill�Bill Phelps.�

I shook Bill�s hand and said, �Nice to meet you,� while waiting for him to get to what brought him here.

Bill was looking for the right words to explain what he wanted before he just stated talking.� �The nurse said I just missed you.� I was so upset that she was alone before�� his words trailed off as his eyes became glassy.� �But she says she wasn�t alone: that you were with her.�

I said, �You are Katie�s Dad.� I�m so sorry for your loss.� I did everything I could��

He stopped me, saying, �I know you did.� Believe me: I know.� I tried to find you sooner, but the nurse wouldn�t give me any information about you.�

I thought (but didn�t say) �she clearly gave you my name��� I just said, �Yeah, they can�t by law, I think.�

Bill seemed to hesitate to go on but I didn�t push him to continue.� I knew he was surely still grieving over the loss of his wife and daughter and perhaps just needed to talk to me to work through some of those thoughts.� He was having a hard time looking me in the face and kept gazing towards the ground while shifting his weight nervously.

Finally he spoke, �You�re going to think I�m crazy; maybe I am��� He glanced at me momentarily before continuing, �She told me to come find you�that you�d be here.�

I said, �So the nurse did tell you my name and where I work?� That�s ok: I actually don�t mind��

Bill interrupted, �No; not the nurse�She wouldn�t tell me anything.�

Confused, I asked, �Who told you�?�

Bill said weakly, �Katie.�

�What?�

Bill said, �It sounds insane: I know.� But my daughter has been telling me in my dreams every night to come and find you. She told me your name; that you work here.�

I was in complete disbelief and asked Bill, �What is this?� Is this some kind of joke?� Who are you, really?�

Bill said, �Believe me: This is no joke�It would be easier if it was!� You have no idea how much I hoped that, when I showed up here the first time, the guys here would tell me they never heard of any �David Mann�.� When they confirmed you worked here I cried all of the way home.�

My head was swimming and I felt like I needed to sit down.� Bill wasn�t giving me time to process what he was telling me and continued to tell me that Katie wanted him to find me and thank me �in person� on her behalf for staying with her as I had promised.� He finished talking and all I could do was stare at him in silence and disbelief.

Logical explanations began to come to me.� Any number of nurses or doctors at the hospital could have told him my name and where I worked.� The guys here at the station could have told him about me staying with Katie�Or if he found the crew that worked the life flight, they could have told him the same thing.� Then, a very logical (and probable) explanation came to mind.

I said, �I think maybe you overheard people at the hospital talking about what happened.�� He shook his head and I continued, �You were overwhelmed with grief at the time and their words didn�t register to you at that time.� But those words were heard; if only subconsciously.� When you slept, they came out of your subconscious and that�s how you knew my name.� That�s how you found me.�

Bill thought for a second and said, �No, I don�t think that�s it.� I mean, it sounds good, but there is more to it than that.�

I was closing my mind to the idea and said, �That�s got to be the answer, Bill.� I�m sorry: I wish it was possible, but��

He cut me off saying, �Katie told me to tell you something if you didn�t believe me.� I�m not sure I understand this, but she told me to tell you that she likes cherries?� I don�t get that because her favorite flavor was always strawberry.�

I thought for a second and asked, �Do you mean Cherry�as in my girlfriend, Cherry?�

Bill said, �Maybe; I don�t know.�

I was ready to kick the ass of whoever told a stranger about my Cherry, but then Bill said, �There was one more thing she told me to tell you, but it makes no sense at all to me.�

On the verge on anger, I asked, �What�s that?�

He said, �She said to tell you that she�s glad she is alone on the playground.� Does that mean anything to you?�

His question quickly became rhetorical when he saw my eyes become as glassy as his.� I had told no one about the dream of Katie and me on the playground with the voices of the other kids that were not there.� Only I knew what it meant (at least to Katie).� A tear pooled and ran down my face and I irrationally tried to quickly wipe it away before he saw it.� It was unlikely that he saw my own tear as his eyes were already flooding; he didn�t even try to hide it.

We both seemed to realize at the same time that we were two guys blubbering in front of a fire house in broad daylight and composed ourselves accordingly.� After taking a deep breath, I told Bill about my dreams of Katie�specifically about the playground and what she said it meant to her.� He said that he wasn�t surprised when he saw last Friday�s paper headline because Katie had told him I was working on fixing the intersection.� The longer we talked, the more inescapable the implications became.

I said, �Listen�Bill�� I don�t want you to take this the wrong way, but can we keep this conversation between us?� At least for now, anyway.� This is a lot for me to process and I don�t want anyone thinking I�ve lost my mind or calling me crazy.� You know?�

Bill asked, �You think I want to tell anyone about this?!� I didn�t even want to talk to you about it!� But she asked me to so�you know�I had to.�

I nodded in understanding and said, �Can I give you my number?� If you need to talk or want to share anything that happens or have questions that I might be able to answer��

He said, �Yeah, of course!�

Bill gave me his number also and commented that having this dialogue gave him (in a small way) part of his daughter back.� Knowing that this was evidently more than just vivid dreams and that she had been able to communicate with us was not something a father could put a dollar value on.� I told Bill that I would tell him any time I had a dream about Katie; no matter how insignificant it seemed to me.� He appreciated the offer and said he would do the same.

We shook hands again before Bill went on his way; each of us promised to keep in touch.� His number was programmed in my phone, even before I continued the maintenance on the fire hoses.

I finished my tasking and was re-stowing the gear when one of the guys asked me what Bill wanted.� I told him who he was and said he only wanted to thank me for trying to help his daughter; nothing more.� That explanation was apparently sufficient and the subject was never brought up again.

A few fairly uneventful days later, I got off work and found I had a package receipt in the mail.� I was certainly not expecting a package, but went to pick it up all the same.� In route to the post office, I called Cherry to ask her if she sent me something, but she said that she had not.� The postal clerk handed me a some-what small sized box and the mystery only grew.� The return address seemed a little familiar, but I didn�t give it a lot of thought.� Once back at my apartment, I opened the box and was so stunned I had to call Cherry and tell her what I was looking at.

I said, �Babe!� You will never guess what I just received in the mail.�

She asked, �In the package?� What is it?�

I said, �It�s a box of clothes!�

Cherry was confused and asked, �Did you order them on line and forget about them or something?�

I said, �No, they aren�t new clothes�they are definitely used!�

Still not putting the pieces together she asked, �Why would someone send you used clothes?�

Spelling it out for her, I said, �Probably because they belong to us.�

�HUH?�

I said, �It�s our clothes!� As in: OUR clothes from the truck yard!�

She gasped and exclaimed, �WHAT?!�

Finding a short note, I read it out loud, �Best Regards, Jim.�� Then I said, �Holy shit!� You remember the guy I was talking to at the football game?�

�Yeah?�

I said, �He�s the one!� He took our clothes and the sneaky bastard sent them to me!�

She asked, �How�d he get your address?� How did he even know we were there?�

I said, �He works as a guard there.� But he said he wasn�t working that night and the guy that was working was always sleeping on the job.� But I guess he came in for some reason and spotted us.� He must have found my driver�s license and copied my address from there.�

Cherry said, �Oh, he�s a dead man if he comes back to another game!�

I said, �No, let it go: I think I get why he did it.� He was messing with me��

I reminded her about the �sucker�s bet� he made with me and how he was under the impression that night was to be our first date.� If he saw us playing naked in the dark, he surely knew it was not our first date (and therefore I swindled him on the bet).� Taking our clothes was just �payback� and sending them was his way of saying �now you know that I know�.

�Well played, Jim; well played.�

The next time I saw Jim at a game, I just stared at him for a few seconds as he gave me a half nod of his head while trying to keep from smiling.

Jim asked, �So, how was your �first date�?�

Without needing to rehash the events, I said while trying to hide my own smile, �Yeah.� You won that round.�

He laughed and asked, �How�d you two get home?�

I said, �How do you think?� Naked; that�s how.�

Jim laughed again and gave a much less than sincere apology, but it was clear that he was pleased with himself.� What was funny was I couldn�t even be mad.� I�d have done the same thing in his shoes and I knew it.

By the end of that first week back at work, I was already back into the swing of things around the station house.� We went out on calls regularly and I had no problems keeping my head in the game.� In fact, life in all aspects seemed to settle back into a normal routine.� I would work my shifts as per usual and when I was off, I�d find a way to be with Cherry�which meant we were doing a lot of sneaking around.� It didn�t always include Making Love or having sex; sometimes we were just hanging out (but usually that was due to Cherry being fertile at that time).� Olivia was talking about going away to college and, since we wouldn�t be able to use her as a �cover story�, it became clear that Cherry was going to have to start driving to make getting together more feasible.� So, I started teaching her to drive.

Once she had her license, it became easy for us to spend time together.� But since she was still in school, she was still hiding the truth from her Mom.� That all came to a head when Cherry was about three months away from graduating.� She was tired of being denied to date and ended up in a heated discussion with her Mom because of it.

Cherry asked her mom, �Why can�t I date just because I�m in school?�

Her mom gave the same answer as always, �Because, your grades would start to suffer for it and I�m not going to let you do that to yourself.�

Cherry said, �So, you�re saying you want my grades to stay like they are now?� That�s why I can�t date?�

She replied, �Yes; exactly.� You�ve been getting almost all A�s throughout high school and you are in the top ten percent of your class!� You want to mess that up now because of a boy?�

Cherry said (with no small amount of sass), �Breaking news, Mom: I�ve been dating someone for a while now!� And guess what!� My grades didn�t change!�

That line nearly sent her Mom into a verbal frenzy, the bottom line being it was her house and, therefore, her rules.� If she didn�t like it, she could get out.

Cherry calmed her voice and said with an even tone, �I understand it is your house.� It is not my intention to disrespect that.� However, you need to understand that I�m an adult now.� I would prefer to stay here at least until I graduate from school.� But if you are going to give me an ultimatum, don�t do so under the assumption that I have nowhere else to stay.� I�m prepared to walk out that door; are YOU prepared for that?�

�

The tone of the conversation changed after that; evidence that Cherry�s Mom was indeed NOT prepared for her to move out.� They discussed a new set of �rules� that permitted dating�the caveat being if Cherry�s grades slipped she either stopped dating or she would have to move out.� But that never became a problem.� When Cherry�s Mom got around to asking just who Cherry had been dating behind her back, she nearly had a stroke when Cherry told her it was me.� But she managed to keep her cool and asked innocently, �Oh, is he still around?�

Life became much easier for Cherry and I after she admitted we were dating.� We did our best to pacify her Mom by minding �suggested curfews� and being honest (mostly) about what we were doing on our dates.� It was a bit ironic that we were not as free to do what we wanted when we got together, but the trade-off was that we could get together more often.� And that made it all worth it.

As more time went by, Cherry�s Mom became more accepting of me.� I figured it was probably because she knew it was pointless to object.� But one night they had me over for dinner and, after I left, She said to Cherry, �He really does love you; I can see it in his eyes when he looks at you.�� When Cherry told me she said that, it took me by surprise�not because she could see it, but because she would openly admit it.

Cherry�s graduation was coming up in a few days and I already knew what I was getting her as a gift: I�d been saving up for it for a while!� After withdrawing the savings from the special account, I went to pick up her engagement ring�I�d picked it out long before.� I was surprised at how fast the money collected in the account, but not at all surprised at how quickly it could be spent!� But it the end, it was more than worth it.

The day of Cherry�s graduation finally came and excitement filled the air; for her and me as well.� The ceremony was held on the school�s football field which just seemed fitting somehow.� There were about 400 students graduating that night; the guys wore red cap and gowns while the girls wore white.� Of course, each student�s name was called one at a time and they crossed the improvised stage to collect their diploma. After a dozen students had crossed, one could estimate how popular a graduate was by the level of cheers from the crowd.� When it was Cherry�s turn, I was not surprised to see the gold tassel on her cap, indicating that she was in the top ten percent of her class.� Strangely, what took me by surprise was the crowd�s reaction as she crossed the stage to accept her diploma.� I had intended to make sure she would hear me cheering for her, but as it turned out, my lone voice was no match for the enormous roar from the rest of the crowd.� Sure: there were others getting loud ovations, too, but this was deafening!

After the last student received his diploma, the principle made a short speech before announcing the class as graduates before nearly 400 red and white caps filled the sky.� I was as proud of her as I knew she must have felt at that moment.

While waiting for the crowd to start dissipating after the ceremony ended, Cherry�s Mom had a question for me.

She asked, �So, David�what are your intentions now with my daughter?�

Almost relieved the question was �finally out there�, I said, �Well, Cherry has become the single most important person in my life.� I don�t even remember what it was like before we met and I don�t want to, either.�

I was prepared to continue, but she cut me off, saying, �I thought you�d answer with something like that.� You�re going to ask her to marry you.� Aren�t you?�

I was surprised by her way of cutting to the point and accuracy in predicting my intentions�all I could muster was a stupefied, �Wha�?�

She scoffed and said, �Oh, please!� I can see it all over your face.� Hers, too.� It�s so cute it�s disgusting.� And I�d tell you two to wait; but you won�t.� Just like I didn�t.� But I guess that�s ok.� Smart isn�t the same as wise and neither of those mean a damn thing when you throw love in the equation.� And as much as I hate to admit it, you two have that.� And as long as you do, you�ll be fine.�

I thought for a second and asked, �Are you saying you approve?�

She said, �No, that�s not what I�m saying; at least not about the timing.� But I�m at least wise enough to know my objection to your timing won�t stop either of you.� And if she is going to get engaged right out of school, I�d want it to be to someone that looks at her the way you do.�

I asked, �What do you mean?�

She said, �You adore her.� I catch the glimpses; you don�t think I do, but I do.� There is strong attraction there, but I�ve never seen lust in your eyes.� And it�s the same story with her.� I know love when I see it so, how could I disapprove of that?� I just hope you know what you are getting into.�

I said, �I think I know.� But if you have any advice�?�

She thought for a second and said, �All couples go through an adjustment period.� It takes time to fully learn about and get used to the other.� The �happy ever after� is a fairytale�that�s why you only see it in fairytales!� WHEN you have a disagreement about something, ask yourself if it is more important than her feelings.� If the answer is �no�, let her have her way; if the answer is �yes�, you stick to your guns.� Rarely will the answer be �yes�.� And don�t worry: I�ll be giving her the same bit of advice.�

I asked, �But what happens if the answer is �yes� for both of us?�

She answered simply, �Compromise,� before continuing by saying, �That is when you compromise.� You both have to work towards a solution you can both agree to�neither of you can have it completely your way then.� Otherwise, the one that didn�t get it his/her way can become resentful of the other and that is never good for the relationship.�

I said, �That�s really smart advice.� Thank you.�

She said, �No, that is wisdom��

It didn�t take me a second to figure out that was likely the major problem between her and Cherry�s father, but I (perhaps wisely) didn�t make mention of it.� I thanked her again and we exchanged a friendly hug.� It was at that moment that Cherry found us in the crowd.

�Jeez�I can�t leave the two of you alone from now on,� Cherry teased.

Breaking the brief hug, her Mom said exasperated, �Oh, for crying out loud, Cherry!�

I barely acknowledged the joke with a smile and a shake of my head before I turned to congratulate her.� Cherry beamed in pride of her accomplishment and talked about how she was excited at reaching the major milestone in her life.� She was anxious to start the next chapter of her life, but first she had to turn in her cap and gown before receiving her actual diploma (the one she received on stage was a �prop�; the real diplomas were withheld to ensure students returned their ceremonial attire).

After getting her diploma and spending some time socializing with her friends, Cherry told them she had to go and we left together.� Her Mom had gone home earlier and asked that she not stay out too late.� We drove to a nearby lake where we enjoyed spending time together on occasion and sat in the grass; just holding each other while watching the moon light ripple off the water.� Almost from the moment we first met, we both knew that we were meant to be together and the subject of marriage had come up more than �from time to time�.� It was never a question of �if� or �should we�; it was always about �when we do�.� With that in mind, it didn�t make sense to �ask her to marry me��it was just understood between us that we were already engaged.� But it was time to make it official and I had to mark the occasion with something more than just giving her the ring.� Ironically, it was her Mom that inspired some of what I had to say.

I said, �Cherry, you know that you are the most important part of my life and that I want to be with you forever.� And you know I don�t exactly have a lot of money; I can�t promise you that I will be able to give you all of the things you may want.� I can�t even promise you that I will be able to provide you with everything you will ever need.� I want to promise you that we will never have hard times with money, but I�m sure we will.� But what I can promise you, without hesitation, is that I will Love you forever and you will always come first before all else.�

I presented her the ring and she smiled wide as she held out her hand.� With the ring in place, we sealed the deal with a kiss and we were officially engaged.� She was glowing.

Cherry said, �You really are crazy�� Don�t you know you just promised me the world?� I don�t care if we live in a cardboard box: if I have your Love, I�ll have all I�ll ever need or want!�

We continued sitting in the grass by the lake�I watched the rippling water; Cherry admired the ring that she would never take off.� She remarked, �Mom is going to freak out when she finds out.�

I said, �Actually, she already knows.�

Surprised, Cherry asked, �You told her?!� You ARE crazy!� I can�t believe she didn�t kill you!�

I said, �No, I didn�t tell her: she figured it out.� From the sound of it, she figured it out a while ago.�

�Was she mad?� Cherry asked.

I replied, �Believe it or not, she wasn�t.� I don�t think she likes out timing, but she isn�t mad.� In fact, she sounded pretty understanding and even supportive�she gave me marriage advice.�

Cherry asked, �You�re lying?!�

I said matter-of-fact, �I�m not�� She told me about how to determine if something is worth arguing about and when to compromise.�

She said, �You, Mr. Mann, have some effect on women!�

I said, �You must be right: I�m holding the most incredible one of them all in my arms right now.�

The setting by the lake under the moon, combined with our charged emotions, made for a particularly romantic moment.� We made out for a while but kept it rather modest because of the lack of privacy.� Making Love was always great, of course, but we had found that it wasn�t always necessary to express our feelings.� Sometimes foregoing sex actually heightened our feelings of intimacy�it was all about anticipation�like a kid waiting for Christmas morning; it wouldn�t be the same without counting the days before�

The dropping temperature of the night air told us it was getting a bit late.� We decided to call it a night�mostly to keep her Mom from worrying.� But Cherry also wanted to tell her the news before she went to bed.� Naturally, her Mom wasn�t surprised and she was as supportive as she could be while having her reservations due to Cherry being straight out of school.

Even though she had the grades for it, Cherry opted not to go to a major university.� Instead, she enrolled in a well known nursing school that was only 20 minutes from my apartment.� She began spending more and more time at my place; especially during the week.� She would bring a few things from home with her every time she went home to visit and, eventually, her Mom noticed that Cherry was gradually moving out.� She worried that her Mom would be upset about the move, but she actually took it in good stride.

She said, �Cherry, I know what you are doing�it�s ok.� You don�t have to move out over time to save my feelings.� Trust me, I get it: you want to be with David and you certainly don�t need my permission.� You two have started your lives together.� You don�t want to be tied down to me!�

Cherry hugged her Mom and said, �You are the best Mom ever.� Thank you for everything you have done for me!� Are you sure you�re ok with me moving out?�

She said, �It�s a bitter-sweet moment; one ever parent knows they must face eventually.� I will miss you being here, but I�m so proud of the woman you have become.�

After talking for a while, Cherry gathered most of her remaining things (which wasn�t much) and came home to our apartment.� The small place felt even smaller with two people living there, but it didn�t feel crowded; it was cozy.

Just as Cherry�s Mom predicted, money was very tight for us.� I kept the allotment in place that I had set up to save for her ring, but inevitably we ended up drawing the savings out each month just to make ends meet.� Cherry ended up getting a part time job working as a receptionist at a hotel nearby.� It wasn�t glamorous work, but it helped get the bills paid.� And, when she had the late shifts, she could get a lot of studying done at work.

We recalled our plans of starting a family with a lot of kids right away, but we could barely pay the electric bill; let alone hospital bills.� So, we did the next best thing and just �practiced trying� to have kids.� What we lacked in finances, we made up for in passion!� If you could spend Love at the store, we would be the richest people on Earth!

Cherry was nearly half way through her nursing training when we (finally) got married.� We had a small ceremony with just a few friends and family.� Olivia came in from out of town, just to be the Maid of Honor.� I asked Chief and the rest of the guys to share the position of Best Man.� We all wore our formal attire and Cherry had a gorgeous gown made by a friend of her Mom�s that ran a small seamstress business out of her home.� The same dress from a department store would have set us back thousands of dollars; because of the connection, we only paid $150.00!

After we were married, life went on just like it had before; the only thing that changed was Cherry�s last name and we couldn�t have been happier.� When she was getting close to finishing school, Cherry was at the very top of her class and was receiving job offers from several hospitals.� She accepted not the highest paying offer, but the closest one to where we lived.� Our time together was more important to her than a few extra dollars per hour�

Cherry�s starting income was actually more than what I was making after being on the job for years.� Some guys struggle in dealing with that, but I was ok with it.� It was because of her income that we could again start thinking about starting our family!� Of course, we both had busy schedules, so child care was something we had to work out, but we threw caution to the wind and decided to cross that bridge when we got there.

We were still using the period tracker app as a means of birth control, but now it took on a new purpose.� One week before she was due to ovulate, we completely stopped having sex.� It had been a long time since I�d gone so long without having sex and my groin was beginning to ache.� Then, on a shared day off, (finally) Cherry had an announcement.

She said, �Guess what today is?�

I said, �Sunday?�

She smiled, shaking her head saying, �Nope.�

Looking at the calendar, I said, �Yes it is: look.�

Cherry slinked over to me and straddled my lap before saying, �Guess again,� before planting a kiss on my lips.

Teasing her further, I said, �HMMMM�� Must be my birthday!�

She replied, �NU-UHHH�� while shaking her head, the tip of her nose brushing mine from side to side.

I said, �It�s not your birthday or our anniversary, is it?�

Holding up her phone with the app opened up, she said, �I�ll give you one hint: I�m ovulating.�

I said, �OH!� Now I know: today marks the day we can�t have sex for a while because you�ll get pregnant.�

Removing her top she said, �Wrong again�you lose!�

Cherry stood up and pulled my shorts and boxers off at the same time, leaving me bare-assed on the couch.� I pulled my shirt off almost at the same time and by the time it hit the floor, she had her bra off and was straddling my lap again.� She took my face in her hands and kissed me with more passion than ever before!� My cock was more than prepared for action but was being held at bay by her yoga shorts and she refused to pick herself up even a little so I could slide them off of her.� Finally, I put my hands on her sides, just above her hips and bench pressed her into the air over me.� Cherry screamed and squirmed in surprise and laughter as I set her on her feet and pulled her shorts and panties down before she could stop me again.� Giggling, she reached down to her ankles, grabbed her shorts and tried to pull them back up her sexy legs.� But before she could get them above her knees, I put my foot between her legs and stomped them back down to the floor.� She laughed uncontrollably again and tried to move my foot to get to her shorts, but I stood up and my weight kept them pinned to the floor.� Then I grabbed her by the waist again and picked her up, bringing her to me.� Cherry wrapped her arms and legs around me; still laughing at our mini �war�.� Slowly I lowered my beautiful bride down as my cock found its� favorite place to be.� We stood there, conjoined in the living room.� She began using her arms and legs to rock on my swollen shaft while kissing me like she had moments ago.� I began walking towards the bedroom and she made sounds that were a mixture of deep passion and giggling.

My old bed had been replaced not long after Cherry moved in.� We now had a full queen size bed and it was huge to us!� I discovered one nice characteristic it had: the top of the mattress was right at the level of my crotch�I took advantage of the �feature� and set my bride down on the edge without having to pull out of her.� She slowly scooted back and I matched her movements, moving over the top of her; our eyes locked together.� Cherry had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen or would ever see.

My orgasm was building already, but I wanted this to last longer, so I slowed my thrusting down to almost a stop and concentrated on her nipples for a while.� But she picked up the �slack� by increasing the motion of her rocking hips on me.� The saved up orgasm became imminent and I knew nothing would prolong it now.� I hooked my elbows behind her knees, pushed in as deep as possible, and my cockhead brushed her cervix the moment my load erupted with incredible force inside of her.� Wave after wave flushed inside of her and for a moment I thought I might never stop cumming.� Eventually the orgasm subsided and, when it did, I was able to feel the pulsing of her orgasm, too.� But we were far from finished!� Without skipping a beat, we went right back to making Love and we kept at it for (literally) several hours!� By the time we were done, we both felt like we had just run a triathlon and passed out there in bed.

A few hours passed and I was barely aware that Cherry got out of bed.� She came back a couple of minutes later.

�David, get up!� she whispered.

Coming out of my sex-induced coma I asked, �What?� Why? What�s the matter?�

She said, �Nothing; you need to eat something and have a drink.�

My eyes were still focusing as she handed me a protein bar and a bottle of water.� Still in a bit of confusion, I sat up and took the items and began consuming them without questioning �why�.� Just as the question began to form in my head, she got on the bed and maneuvered over me�sitting on my lap.

�You really need to get up, now,� she said.

I said, �Ok, but I can�t: you�re sitting on me��

She shook her head and replied, �I didn�t say you need to get out of bed; I said you need to get�UP!�

As if my dick heard the order for �himself�, he jumped to attention and was prepared for action.� Cherry lined herself up and sat down on my ridged cock and began slowly grinding her hips on me.� Still sitting up, Cherry pushed me back and told me to �rest��that she could �take it from here�.� Laying there as I was, looking at my beautiful wife, I couldn�t help but remember the night she gave me her virginity�right there in the same room and in the same position.� Her body looked just as good now as it did then; maybe even better!

To my surprise, she said as if reading my thoughts, �This reminds me of my very first time.� Right here in your apartment; me on top of you like I am now�� And now we are going to conceive our first baby here�in the same room where I lost my virginity.�

I said, �I was just thinking about that!� But you didn�t �lose� your virginity: you GAVE it to me!� Remember?�

She replied, �I remember�� But it was more like a trade, if you ask me: I gave you something I couldn�t use for something a LOT more fun!�

As soon as she said that, she began to gyrate like never before.� It wasn�t just her hips moving: it was her entire torso, her arms, and even her neck, head and legs�she moved like a seasoned belly dancer on my dick inside of her and it was the most erotic vision I�d ever seen!

Cherry�s stamina was truly impressive and I was doing pretty well at keeping up with her.� She could see in my face that I was going to cum again and she picked her knees up off of the bed; the resulting effect was a noticeable increase in the amount of pressure she could thrust down onto me.� Cherry made short, rapid jumps on my lap that caused her ass to smack my lap and her perfect breast and beautiful hair bounced in rhythm.� With each bounce I could feel my cock head crash into her cervix with force and she grunted with minor pain each time.� My balls seemed to pull tight and my fourth orgasm of the day exploded in multiple, hurried spurts.� Cherry�s walls clamped down on my pulsing cock and I could feel her thumping on me.

Lying down on my chest, she said with a sigh, �I just love that feeling��

Because of the marathon session earlier and it was getting late, we were both wiped out and �only� went for the one �extra round�.� But because the �name of this game� was �let�s make a baby�, we spooned with me inside of her until we fell asleep�just to keep as many of my swimmers from escaping as possible.

The next morning we were both in a bit of pain, but neither of us complained.� However, it showed when we walked!� We debated for only a few seconds about having a �morning session� before work, but we both knew that was a bad idea.� Instead, we got a much needed shower and enjoyed a nice breakfast together.� Thankfully, Cherry was a much better cook than I!

Nothing too unusual happened at work that day.� But when I got home, Cherry had a bit of surprising news.

Cherry said, �You�ll never guess who got married.�

I guessed, �Your Mom and Dad?�

She scoffed, �Yeah, right: those two get married?!� No�� I�m serious�guess!�

Clueless, I just shook my head with a forced frown, indicating �I have no idea�.

Cherry said, �Olivia!�

I asked, �Olivia? �Your best friend growing up; head cheerleader, �I�m a lesbian�, Olivia???�

She nodded and said, �Yeah: THAT Olivia.�

Completely stunned, all I could say was, �Wow.�

Cherry continued, �Right?� She called me today and said she got married just before we did.� She didn�t want to tell me before because she was afraid of �stealing the wind from my sails�.� And she waited after we got married because then she was afraid I�d be mad she didn�t tell me before!�

I asked, �Why didn�t she tell you before?�

She said, �I don�t know; she said it was a long story and she�d tell me later.� They are coming into town soon and she said we�d get together and she�d tell me about it then.�

I shrugged and said, �Ok.� It�ll be good to see her again, right?�

Cherry agreed and the subject was dropped.� We had serious business to take care of�namely: making certain that Cherry�s next period didn�t happen!� It was a lot of work, but I was more than glad to take on the task!� Over the course of that following week, we spent as much time as possible trying to ensure she got pregnant.� We had so much sex that it literally seemed impossible for us to not succeed.� The day her period was due to start came and we both waited.� A few days later, she was officially late and that was rare for her.� We were excited about the implication, but we were both scared to get our hopes up too soon.� When she was a week late, we both knew she was pregnant but she was afraid to take a home test.

The home test soon became a moot point.� One night, she sprang out of bed and ran to the bathroom.� The suddenness of her movement woke me and the unmistakable porcelain echo of someone puking came from the bathroom.� I got up and went quickly to her side and held her hair back for her as the next volley hit her.� I grabbed a �scrunchy� (a hair rubber-band) from the counter, put her hair back for her and massaged her back and shoulders.� When it looked like she was finished, I went and grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge for her.� Cherry spit one last time in the toilet and flushed before thanking me for the water.� After she brushed her teeth and drank half of the water, she made a joke.

She said, �Not to freak you out or anything, but I think you knocked me up.�

I laughed and teased, �Are you sure it�s mine?� I mean, maybe��

She joked back, �I�m almost certain it�s yours.� Sure: it could be the stock boy�s from the cereal aisle, but that was just the one time.�

I was laughing out loud now and asked, �What about the mailman?�

Cherry said, �Oh.� I didn�t know you knew about him��

Giving her the last punch line, I said, �Come on; let�s go back to bed.�

We crawled back in bed and she snuggled up to me as always.� Before falling asleep we told each other how much we loved one another and how happy we were.� I fell asleep literally with a smile on my face.

The next morning, Cherry was sick again�I guessed that is why it is called �morning sickness�.� She was trying to be quiet, but I heard her anyway and got up to try and comfort her again.

She puked, spit, and said, �Yep: I am SO knocked up!�

Continuing the joke from before, I said, �What are we going to tell our parents?�

Cherry threw up again and said, �I don�t care what they say: I�m keeping it.�

I said, �And you will have my support, too.�

Finished joking around, Cherry said she wanted to wait until she was at least a month along before telling anyone.� I understood and agreed.� It was difficult to keep the news under wraps; it was just so exciting.� But I kept my word.� When Olivia said she would be in town before Cherry reached her one month point, I thought she�d cave for sure.� To my surprise, she didn�t.

I came home from work one night and I could tell from her car in the parking lot, Cherry was already home.� I walked through the door and saw Cherry was in the kitchen; Olivia was sitting at the table.� I told her it was nice to see her again and she stood to give me a friendly hug.� I made a little bit of small talk by asking how was the drive; if she remembered how to find the apartment, etc�

Olivia said, �The drive wasn�t bad since we shared the driving; had no trouble finding your place again.�

�I said, �Oh, you both came?� Where�?�

She cut me off by answering simply, �Bathroom��

I said, �Oh; right.� We were surprised to hear you got married�Congratulations!�

Olivia smiled and said, �Thanks!� Yeah, we met in college, hit it off right away and next thing you know, we were married!�

I said, �Well, that is awesome; I�m happy for you.�

I could hear someone coming down the hall and couldn�t wait to meet the guy that not only managed to convert a lesbian straight, but also married her.� As I was turning around to meet him, Olivia made the introduction.

Olivia said, �David, this is the Love of my life: my wife, Amanda.�

For the briefest of moments I was dumbfounded and speechless.� I should have known better, and yet I was still surprised.� I was so used to the concept of marriage being just between a man and a woman that, as soon as the word �married� was used, I assumed Olivia had married a man.� I�d soon learn that they quickly took advantage of the state�s new laws allowing same sex marriage.� And that was part of the reason why they didn�t tell anyone beforehand; they didn�t want to wait and possibly miss their chance if the law was suddenly turned over.� But before I learned about all of that, I quickly recovered from my moment of stupor.

I said, �Hello, Amanda.� It�s nice to finally meet you.�

Amanda said, �It�s nice to meet you, too.� Olivia told me about you helping her.� I can�t thank you enough!�

I said, �No, it wasn�t that big of a deal�she did the hard part; I was just a muse at best.�

We all sat around the kitchen table and talked for hours.� Olivia and Amanda shared their story about how they met and fell in love.� It was plain to see that they truly were in love: it was all over their faces.� And, it was really nice to see Olivia so happy.� What�s more, Amanda was not hard on the eyes!� She was a blonde hair, blue eyed girl with a nice body.� She was about two inches taller than Olivia and her breasts were larger as well (still not as nice as my Cherry�s, though).

We continued talking and the question came up about the economy and job market where they lived.� They said it had been terrible and they were getting ready to move back to our area.� Cherry and I remarked how nice that would be�we could get to spend more time together.� Amanda asked if we were planning on having any children and Cherry handled it masterfully by saying we were making plans�eventually.� Amanda said that they wanted to have a baby, too, and that surprised me at least�Cherry seemed less than surprised, strangely.

Olivia said, �Obviously we�ll need some help in that department when the time comes.� We are trying to figure out�some details.�

I said, �Yeah, I guess that could be a bit complicated.� I guess you are looking at going to a �bank�?�

Amanda�s face cringed slightly and she said, �Well, we haven�t really figured that part out yet either.�

I said, �I hate to break it to you, but your options are a bit limited, I think.�

Cherry asked, �So you have one obvious hurdle there, but who is going to carry the baby?�

Olivia admitted, �Yeah, we haven�t figured that one out yet, either.�

I offered, �Well, you�ll either have to flip a coin or have two!�

They laughed and Amanda said, �The thing is: we both want to have the baby and we both want the other to be happy and have that same experience.� And we don�t know if we�ll be able to handle two.� So, it�s a bit of a dilemma.�

I said, �Wow.� That is really complicated.�� Turning to Cherry I said, �Babe, no offense but, you�re going to carry any children we have!�

A few laughs preceded Cherry�s follow-up joke, �Fine: but you�ll have to drive me to the sperm bank first.�

Olivia and Amanda laughed like it was the funniest thing they�d ever heard.

I responded to Cherry�s stinger with faux pain, �OOOOO�.� But what happened with the mailman?�

Cherry quipped, �We broke up.�

Olivia and Amanda were on the verge of tears, they laughed so hard.

Changing the subject once the laughter died down a bit, I said, �There is something I�ve been a little curious about and I was wondering if you would mind telling me?�

Olivia said, �If you ask �which of us is the man�, I swear I�m going to punch you!�

I said, �NO-no-no!� That�s not it!� I promise.� Clearly you are both the woman�that�s just how it works.� My question is: when you got married, did either of you change your last name? �If so, how do you decide whose name gets changed?�

Amanda answered, �Yes.� Olivia took my name�for a few reasons.� For one, her last name was Huggins.� �Amanda Huggins�?� It�s too close to �Hugginkiss�.� And for two, I proposed to her.�

Olivia added, �Besides: I like the sound of Olivia Hart.� And with the way my parents were acting, there was no way I was going to ask my wife to take their last name.�

I said, �That all makes perfect sense.�

Cherry asked, �Are they accepting you any better now?�

Amanda chimed in, �OH, yeah.� They have come a long way since we got married.� You can tell they still aren�t completely thrilled�like they�d prefer it if Olivia was straight.� But they at least treat her and me with respect and they don�t push their beliefs on us.�

Olivia said, �They know better now; they know I�m not going to put up with it.�

Cherry offered, �I�ll bet they�ll completely forget about it when you have a baby!� Babies have that power over grandparents!�

The conversation turned back to the prospect of children and it seemed like they were simultaneously trying work out details and beating around the bush about something, too.� A few minutes later, Cherry said something that suggested I was �on the outside� of some shared knowledge.

Cherry said, �Are you two going to ask him or what?�

Olivia and Amanda were unable to talk as they looked back and forth between each other, Cherry, and me.� An awkward silence ensued for a few seconds before Olivia spoke.

Talking to Cherry she said, �UHHH�� We thought maybe you should ask�later��

Cherry said, �I�m not asking!� It�s your question!�

Curious about what I was missing out on, I said, �Ask who�me?� Ask what?�

Olivia stammered a bit before saying to Cherry, �Thanks, Cherry!� There is really no good way to�Oh, god I�m so embarrassed!� Honey, can you ask?� I have to�use the bathroom.�

Olivia excused herself before Amanda could answer her and I sat there wide-eyed; wondering what was going on.� I looked at Amanda and she seemed pretty uncomfortable, too.� Cherry looked like she was biting her tongue to keep from laughing while sitting on the edge of her seat to see what would happen next.

Amanda drew a deep breath and let it out before speaking.� �Ok, it�s like this: We want to have a baby�you already know that.� And we�ve looked into banks and that process; we aren�t very comfortable with it, frankly.� They say they have high standards of screening but then you hear the cases of mixed-up deposits.� Then you hear the really bad, horror stories of deposits replaced by a lab worker�s own samples�it�s creepy, to say the least.� So, we would prefer to actually know the donor.�

Amanda�s forehead wrinkled slightly with worry while Cherry was looking at me with her eyes wide open in anticipation of when the light in my head would turn on.� The pieces clicked into place.

�Are you saying you want me to be the donor?�

Almost afraid to answer, Amanda just nodded her head slightly.

I said, �Wow.� I�m not sure what to say.�� Looking to my wife, I said, �You knew about this?�

Cherry just nodded her head.

Still stunned, I asked her, �What are your thoughts?�

Cherry responded, �If I had objected, the subject wouldn�t have been brought up.� I told them it was up to you.�

Looking back to Amanda I asked, �Are you sure you want me for the donor?� I mean, WHY me?�

Amanda said, �Olivia said you are a really good guy.� You aren�t our type of course, but as far as guys go, you are a good looking guy; you are in good shape; You have a lot of good �manly� qualities�you have good genes!� And, you are her best friend�s husband, so we know we can trust you.�

I thought for a second and said, �This is something I�m going to have to think about.� It�s a big commitment and��

Amanda said, �There�s no commitment attached!� We don�t expect anything from you after the fact: no child support or anything of that nature.� You don�t even have to be a part of her or his life if you don�t want to be.�

I said, �Ok, I guess if Cherry doesn�t object and you�re sure�� How does this work, then?� Do I just give you a sample and you guys take it in to have it implanted?� Do I have to go there with you?� What?�

Cherry got up and said, �I�m going to go check on Olivia,� and she quickly left the room.� Amanda watched her leave before she turned back to me while searching for words.

She said, �I don�t think that�s going to work for us.� We kind-of want to completely avoid the clinic.� This is the thing: we both feel like the creation of our baby should be the same experience as it is for straight parents�the result of a loving and romantic union; not because a doctor injected it inside of one of us while in his exam room, wearing a paper gown and our feet up in stirrups.�

�I see��

Amanda continued, �There�s more.�

I said under my breath, �Of course there is��

Before Amanda could go on, Cherry pulled Olivia out of the bathroom and dragged her back into the kitchen, sitting her back down in her chair.� Olivia couldn�t even look at me.� Cherry wanted to laugh desperately and I wasn�t sure if it was at my discomfort or theirs; perhaps both.

Amanda got to the �full� question, saying, �So, the thought we had�what we want to ask you to do�if you are willing�is to�make the donation�while she and I are�being intimate.�

I exhaled deeply and sat back in my chair at the gravity of her question.� Cherry was clearly about to burst out laughing and I couldn�t tell for sure what she thought of the idea.

I said, �So, you want me to have a three-way with you so you can have a baby.�

Before Amanda could answer, Olivia finally spoke, �NO! �It won�t be a three-way!� I know what you mean, but this is different to us.� We want it to be just the two of us�her and me.� You are there only for the necessary part.� With the exception of �that�, you don�t have any interaction with us.�

Amanda chimed in, saying, �We want you to understand that his would not be you �having sex� with either of us.� What we want is to become pregnant while we make love�we just need a little help from a third party�you, hopefully.�

Olivia said, �Yeah: for you, it�s not making love, having sex, or even intercourse; it�s simply helping with procreation.�

They seemed prepared to continue explaining, but I cut them off, saying, �I got it�I understand.� But, if it�s ok, I want to think about this�talk it over with Cherry before I give you an answer.� Is that ok?�

Amanda said, �Yes!� That�s perfectly ok!� Please do: it just means you are taking this seriously and we appreciate that.�� Amanda and Olivia both stood and Amanda continued, �Now, if you don�t mind, we are going to go and let you two talk.� Besides, I think my wife is thoroughly embarrassed right now!�

Olivia agreed and said, �As a matter of fact, I am a little embarrassed.� You haven�t been friends with them as long as I have�it�s different��

They thanked us for having them over and just for considering helping them.� We told them not to mention it and it was nice having them.� Once they were gone and out of ear range, Cherry finally laughed out loud.

As she was recovering, she said with a chuckle, �You should have seen the look on your face�when you figured out what they want you to do!�

I said, �I�m sure it was priceless and I�m glad you enjoyed it.�

She said, �Oh, I did!�

I asked, �So, what are we going to do about this?�

Leading the way to the bedroom, Cherry said, �It�s totally up to you.� I�ll support you either way.�

I said, �Babe, I�m sorry, but I can�t take that as your answer.� I seriously need your thoughts on this.�

She asked, �Why?� What�s the big deal?�

I was surprised and asked her, �What the big deal?� They want me to impregnate one of them�using the �original method� of getting someone pregnant!� That means my dick would have to be inside one of them�just so you know!�

While we were getting ready for bed, she replied, �Well yeah, but�it�s just to give them a baby.� I mean: they are a dedicated couple�a lesbian couple.� I know they aren�t trying to take you from me.� And, for that matter, I know you aren�t going to end up with some grand delusion that they want you to run away with them and you�ll end up leaving me for them�that�s crazy, right?� And after everything Olivia has done for us, wouldn�t this be a nice way to repay her?� We kind-of owe her!�

I asked, �What do you mean��everything she has done for us�?� You helped her emotionally through high school by being her surrogate girlfriend when she was feeling alone and wanted intimacy�even though she knew you weren�t a lesbian; and she only came out because of our encouragement; how do we owe this or anything to her?� What has she done for us?�

Cherry gasped and said with exasperation, �DAVID MANN!� I�m surprised at you!� We owe her EVERYTHING!� Who drove me to the mall the first day we met?� Who gave me a cover story and brought me over here for our first night together when you needed me�only to get busted and then watched like a hawk by her parents?� Who then continued to give me cover stories, at great personal risk of her freedoms, so we could spend a few precious moments together after cheerleading practice? What do we owe her???� Without Olivia, we wouldn�t be together: she facilitated the beginning of our entire relationship!�

Before she could finish, I already felt like an ass.� I said, �Holy shit; you�re right.� How did I not see that?� WOW!� I guess I was so focused on you that�I just didn�t realize.�

Crawling in bed, Cherry said, �So, now she is asking for one favor with no strings attached.� Now, you ask yourself: is it so much more than what she did for us?�

I had the answer immediately, �No.� It isn�t.� As long as you can promise me that you won�t feel bad in any way if I�you know��help them�.� Because hurting your feelings even a little bit because of this would make it too much for them to ask.�

Cherry responded with a question, �Do you remember when I told you about Olivia and me?� Remember what you said?� You didn�t feel bad about what she and I did together.� Why?� Because you knew what we had was strong and that what she and I were doing meant nothing emotionally�to either of us.� How is this any different?�

I got in bed next to Cherry, kissed her and said, �I hope our baby is as smart as you!�� Then I said, �OK: I�ll do it for them.� But, there are two conditions that I have.� I want you to be there, too�as a moderator�just in case. And it has to happen somewhere else�not in our bed.�

Cherry smiled and said, �That�s really sweet.� I�m sure they won�t have a problem with that.�

We made Love for about an hour�just for fun�before calling it a night to get some sleep so we could function at work the next day.

Chapter 8

I had a dream that I was watching TV when I suddenly felt a familiar presence.� I looked over at the couch and Katie was watching TV with me.� She still wore her blinding-white dress, but she looked nervous for some reason.

I said, �Hello, Katie.� I haven�t seen you in a while.� How are you?�

Katie said, �Hi.� I�m ok, I guess.� But I�m scared about something.�

I asked, �Why?� What�s the matter?�

She looked at me and said, �I�m going to be on TV tomorrow and I�m scared you won�t see me.� You have to see me!�

I tried to calm her and said, �I�ll watch as much as I can, but I have to work.� Do you know what channel I should watch or when?�

Katie seemed confused and unsure how to answer before saying, �I think there�s only one channel to watch.� I guess it�s an old TV because it�s small and there�s no color.� But you have to watch it!� Promise me you�ll watch?�

I said, �You mean I have to watch one TV in particular?�

Katie just nodded her head.

I asked, �Do you know where this TV is?� I don�t know of any black and white TV�s that only get one channel.�

Katie said, �It�s at the fire station�� I have to go now.�

I said, �But we don�t have any TV�s like that at the station house.�

She repeated, �I have to go�� and she was gone.

I woke up and found the dream so strange yet seemingly important that I made a note about it before going back to sleep.

The next day Cherry called Olivia from work to tell her our decision.� Olivia was really excited and said that they would start getting some necessary paper work together and we�d schedule a session at a later date�once everything was in order.� I had no idea what paper work they had in mind (seemed like such a simple thing to me) but I didn�t argue the point.� It was their �show�, after all.

It was just after noon when we got called out to assist another station house with a structural fire.� The structure turned out to be a higher end apartment complex.� I never liked apartment fires for several reasons.� For one, it was �close to home� since I lived in an apartment.� Also, because of so many different types of people living there, neighbors frequently knew nothing about each other; preferring to keep to themselves.� Subsequently, you couldn�t rely on them to know who was home and who was not.� That meant door to door searches for smoke inhalation victims�human and pets.� Some pets were friendly; others�not so much.� Another reason I disliked them was management.� Managers were frequently uninformed or, worse, misinformed about important details like �is the power secured?� or �is the gas main turned off?� or �what is the construction of the building?�

We rolled to a stop and got to work.� The primary team was on scene before we got there and had command.� They were working on clearing the apartments and laying out hoses to combat the fire.� The fire was isolated to the kitchen in one apartment on the top floor, so it looked like we would have it under control pretty quickly.

The manager (as per usual) couldn�t say for sure what the construction of the building was�he was new.� But he said for certain the power was off and they were working on the gas main.� �Super��

I grabbed a device known as a fire finder and only then did I remember my dream from the night before.� A fire finder would seem sort of like a black and white TV to a kid Katie�s age.� In actuality, it�s a thermal camera that displays a black and white image on a small video screen.� It can see through the thickest, blinding smoke with ease and clarity by sensing differences in temperature.� Not only is it great for finding where the flames are, but it�s perfect for finding passed out victims!

We were told to assist in clearing the top floor and once clear, to �put the wet stuff on the hot stuff�.� But we had to wait to get the word about the gas main being secured first before entering the space to combat the fire.� We could hear the roof man cutting the hole through the roof to give the fire a path to draw oxygen (which is how you avoid a face full of flames when you open the door to enter the apartment�also known as a back draft).� The word on securing the gas main seemed to take forever, but when we got it, we entered the apartment to start doing what we do best.� From the hole in the roof and the now blown out windows, the apartment was clear enough that the fire finder was not needed and I let it hang from the wrist strap.

Brian was the nozzle man and he opened the bale to start fighting the fire.� We got low to the floor to dodge the sudden rise in temperature.� Most people don�t realize that it actually gets hotter inside a building when you start putting water on the fire.� The heat flushes out along the ceiling and hits you right in the face if you are standing up and, even with the air pack on, it�s suffocating!� But if you get low, the heat just rolls along the ceiling�passing over you.

What happened next occurred so fast, I couldn�t say what happened first.� There was a whistling sound that I first thought was the wind coming through the open window.� But the pitch began increasing rapidly until I couldn�t really hear it anymore.� The fire in the kitchen suddenly shot up like a laser to the ceiling and it sounded like a small bomb went off on the floor below us.

Something was wrong and I could feel it.� I looked through my fire finder and was astonished at what I saw.� The screen was mostly white from the heat and there was flame spewing out from behind the stove like it was under pressure.

I keyed my radio and yelled, �Are you sure the gas main is off?!� I got flame shooting out from the walls in here!�

I looked again in my fire finder while waiting for a response and couldn�t believe what I saw.� Right in the middle of all that white was a black area about four and a half feet tall.� Having black on my screen made no sense because black indicates a cool spot.� As my mind tried to wrap around it, I suddenly recognized a clear shape�it was Katie.� She stood rigid with her arm extended out straight; her finger pointing the way out while she was screaming and all I could hear was the whistle of escaping gas.� I saw her mouth clearly form the words �GET OUT!� as jet black tears flowed down the cheeks of her panic stricken face.� The sound of creaking wood filled the room.

I dropped the fire finder and grabbed the handle on Brian�s pack, pulling him backwards while shoving Garry (who was behind me), yelling, �OUT!� EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT!�

Brian and Garry simultaneously asked, �What the fuck?!� while trying to retreat with the hose.

I yelled, �LEAVE IT!� RUN!!!�

Brian instinctively threw the lever on the bale forward; killing the water flow from the hose.� They did as I �suggested� and we all ran for the door.� The moment we cleared the doorway, the entire roof collapsed in a massive pile of burning debris on top of where we had been fighting the fire.� The gas main had not been secured after all and was super-fuelling the fire, burning through the roof far too quickly.� The apartments were constructed of what is known as light wood.� It�s a cheap building material that just crumbles easily when it burns.� Who ever gave the �ok� to use it for an apartment should be in prison: the only thing it�s good for is a bonfire in my opinion.� Moments after the roof came down the floor fell through, too.� We made a hasty retreat from the apartment which was now fully out of control.

We regrouped outside and Chief asked, �What the hell happened in there?�

He already knew what happened, of course.� But I answered anyway, �Gas is still on.� Roof and floor caved in.�

Chief replied as calmly as he could, �No shit,� but I could see he was pissed and wanted to find the guy that said the gas was off.� But now was not the time; there was still a lot of work to do...

Before the fire was out, three more stations were called in to help get control.� It should have been a simple call out, but because of shitty (no other word is appropriate in this case) building materials and equally lacking quality of knowledge on how to turn off the gas main, nearly 30 families lost everything and were homeless by dinner time.� Thankfully, no one was injured in the calamity but, for certain, there would have been three deaths if not for Katie.� Surviving that collapse would have been impossible.

By the time I got home that night, the story had already been the lead story on the evening news.� I called her to tell her what was going on, that I�d be late and not to worry.� But she stayed up anyway.� And, even though I had a shower at the station house, she still noticed the smell of smoke on me.� I went to get a second shower so she wouldn�t have to smell smoke all night long; she joined me.

Standing under the hot water, Cherry just wanted to hold on to me for a while, her head resting on my chest.� Eventually she grabbed the body wash and gently began soaping me up so I did the same for her in return.� When we finished washing, Cherry finally asked about my day.

She said quietly, �Something is bothering you; I can tell.� Is it about the fire today?� Was it bad?�

I answered, �It had the potential of being bad.� But no one got hurt so it wasn�t that bad.�

Cherry thought for a second and said, �You don�t want to tell me.� Do you?�

I let out a deep sigh and said, �It�s not that I don�t want to tell you; it�s just you�d probably think I was crazy or delusional or something.�

She replied with a wink, �You ARE crazy; nothing new there!�� Then she dropped the humor and said, �David, you know you can tell me anything.�

I said, �ok� and proceeded to tell her the full story: how I had the dream about Katie; the �TV� she wanted me to watch; the apartment fire; and, ultimately, seeing Katie through the fire finder and telling us to get out seconds before the building collapsed.� Cherry just listened in silence; making no attempts to dismiss it away as a case of imagination or some other �logical� explanation.� Instead, she just hugged me tight to her and said, �thank you, Katie�.� Physically and emotionally exhausted, we went to bed.

The next morning, I called Bill (Katie�s Dad) and told him about what had happened the previous day.� He stayed quiet throughout the explanation and I wondered if he even believed me.� When I finished the story and he still didn�t say anything more than an accepting �ok�, I was sure he didn�t believe me.

I said, �I know how crazy it seems, Bill. �But I have no reason to make this up; I hope you believe me.�

Bill said, �No, I know you wouldn�t make it up; I believe you.� Thank you for telling me�I just don�t know what to say about it.�

I told him that I understood and the conversation struggled to continue after that.� I ended it by assuring him that I would let him know if anything else happened and he again said he would do the same for me.

Cherry continued battling Morning sickness for a week or so, and I got up with her each time.� Right around the time the sickness subsided for good, Olivia and Amanda called to ask when they could see us about our agreement.� We set a date to meet at our place to discuss the details.� They were excited and nervous at the same time.� Quite frankly, I was a bit nervous, too.

The day came for the meeting and Cherry was still not showing since she was only about two months along.� And, just as Olivia had done about the news of her getting married, she chose not to tell them about her pregnancy.� Amanda and Olivia handed us a packet of papers which prompted us to ask what it was for.� All of the papers, they explained, were for our benefit.� The packet included things like notarized statements that said we (I) would not be responsible for any child support; there were medical lab results that showed they were free of any diseases (like STD�s); the list went on from there, but it looked like it was all professionally prepared and it seemed a bit unnecessary, but we said nothing.� There was nothing for us to sign, so it wasn�t like we could object to any of it�they were basically giving us rights!� I told them again about my two requirements and they both agreed in unison.� I offered them to see my lab results from just before Cherry and I got married, but, unconcerned, they turned the offer down.

With everyone �on the same page� for the arrangements, I said, �I guess all we need to do now is figure out when you want to do this and where?�

They both said without skipping a beat, �As soon as possible for you two.�

That took me by a little surprise and before I could mention checking my work schedule, Cherry offered, �We aren�t doing anything today�if today is good?�

We all looked at each other and couldn�t figure out a reason for �why not� and I asked, �Where are we going, then?�

Olivia said, �We are staying at a nice hotel a few miles from here.� Shall we go there?�

Once again before I could answer, Cherry said, �That sounds good�let�s go!�

We followed Olivia and Amanda to their hotel and Cherry and I talked more about what we were doing.

I said, �I have to be honest: I�m a little nervous about this.�

Cherry said, �Well, I think what you are doing for them is great.� Most guys wouldn�t do what you are doing.�

I looked at her for a second to see if she was making a joke and said, �Are you kidding me?� MOST guys would JUMP at the chance to do this!�

She replied, �Yeah but, the difference is all about motivation.� For them, the motivation is about getting laid in a three way with two hot lesbians.� But you didn�t want to help them at first; you�re only doing it because I said it would be ok with me and a nice way to repay Olivia.� You won�t even do it unless I�m there�that speaks volumes to your motivation.�

Knowing she was right, I said, �Yeah, I guess so.� But I�m still nervous.�

Cherry said, �There�s nothing to be nervous about; believe me.� I used to help Olivia all of the time, remember?� Just �know your heart� and you�ll be fine!�

I thought for a few moments and decided to see what she thought about having the shoe on the other foot.� I asked, �What if two guys wanted you to carry a baby for them?� Would you do that?�

Without needing to consider it, Cherry said, �Not a chance!� But that�s different!�

I asked, �How is that different?�

She said, �How is it the same?! �It�s completely different!� Carrying a baby for nine months is a long commitment.� You aren�t going to be doing this for the next nine months; once one of them is pregnant, you�re part is done.� Plus, once you are done, your body goes right back to normal; you aren�t going to gain 40 pounds and swell up like a balloon and have stretch marks or have a doctor cut your crotch so you can push out a cannon ball from between your legs.� Making a baby is easy�HAVING a baby is different!� No: the only one I�m ever going to have babies for is you.�

I thought for a second and said, �I guess you have a point there.�

She added, �Besides, no guy ever helped me the way Olivia did, so�you know.�

We pulled into the parking lot and parked next to our friends.� They were visibly a bit nervous as well and that, ironically, put me more at ease.� They led the way to their room and we followed; all of us electing not to discuss our intentions�just to keep anyone from possibly over hearing us.

Their room was one of the largest suites on the fourth floor.� It was set up like a small apartment with a kitchen and eating area, a living room, large bathroom, and a bedroom with a king size bed.�� We sat at the table and went over some details once more.

Amanda said, �Even though we are completely sure we want to do this, we are a little nervous.� And we hope you understand.�

I said, �That�s ok: I feel the same way.�

Amanda said, �We�ve never made Love in the presence of someone else and neither of us has been with a guy before.�

Olivia said, �We were thinking that we could get started by ourselves and just have you come in when we are ready for you.� You �do what you need to do� and that would be it.�

I nodded in agreement and Cherry said, �Yeah; that�s fine.� We can even go right after and leave you two alone if that�s ok.�

Amanda said, �Well, not that we want to use you and kick you out, but��

Cherry finished, �But this is about you two��

Amanda nodded and Olivia said, �Right��

Cherry and I both said as if reading each other�s thoughts, �That�s not a problem!�

Then I had the one question that needed a definitive answer, �Who is going to carry the baby?�

Olivia said sheepishly, �We still haven�t figured that out yet��

I said, �It�s kind of important to know�at this point.�

Amanda said, �We talked about this a lot and thought, if you don�t mind, leaving it up to �chance�?�

I asked, �You mean, like a coin toss?�

Olivia said, �No�more like�a surprise.�

By the look on her face, even Cherry didn�t know what they meant.� She said, �So, whoever he finds first�gets it?�

Amanda said, �Actually, we want to be surprised�if you know what I mean.�

I just shook my head and Amanda explained, �If it�s ok with you, we want the conceiving experience to be the same for both of us.� We would take turns and whichever one of us ends up pregnant�has the baby.�

Cherry shrugged and said, �That makes no difference to me; what do you think, David?�

I was a bit surprised but said, �Yeah; that�s fine.�

Cherry said to me, �How about if you go get a shower?� I have a few suggestions that may help them with this.� But it�s �girl-talk�, so I�ll come and get you in a few minutes.�

I looked to Amanda and Olivia for any sign of objection.� Finding none, I agreed and excused myself to the bathroom.� I folded my clothes before getting in the shower and just stood under the hot water.� I found myself wondering how I got myself into the current situation, not that it was completely objectionable�it was just highly unusual!� I was getting ready to procreate with two married lesbians and my wife was all for it!� Noticing my dick growing to the occasion, I decided to clear my mind before I ended up blowing it in the shower�that wouldn�t be a good idea at this juncture!� This was something I wanted to get right the first time.

A little while later, Cherry came in and told me I could get out of the shower.� I dried and get dressed again; Amanda and Olivia were still in the kitchen when I left the bathroom.� They saw me enter the living room area, and looked at each other.

Olivia asked her wife, �Ready?�

Amanda affirmed, �I�m ready.�

They held hands and retired to the bedroom partially closing the door behind them.� From the sounds I could hear, they were getting a shower, too.� Knowing I had a few moments, I asked Cherry what she said to them while I was in the shower.

Cherry said, �It was nothing really.� I was just telling them some things to expect�you know�like how it feels.� I didn�t want to say it in front of you because they were already kind of embarrassed.� And, I had some suggestions that might make them feel more comfortable while we are actually in the act of �helping� them.�

I asked, �What kind of �suggestions� are we talking about?�

She said, �Well, for example: the last thing they are going to want is to feel a man�s hands on them�they aren�t used to that.� So, if that becomes necessary, I�ll help.� And, I offered a suggestion on how to tell us when they are ready for us to join them without talking.� When we go in, you shouldn�t say anything.� But if you need to, get my attention and whisper it quietly to me; I�ll say something to them if we need to.�

I agreed (not that I could really disagree if I wanted to) and Cherry set about getting the suite ready�mostly by simply pulling the curtains closed in the bedroom and the living room.� She pushed the door to the bedroom until it was almost completely shut but left it open just enough to see light coming through the jamb.� Then she turned off all of the lights in the living room and kitchen; leaving the room lit only by what sun light came in from around the curtains and a little more from the doorway to the bedroom.� It was still easy to see everything in the room, however.

We sat on the couch�waiting patiently.� Soon, the shower stopped and it was impossible not to listen�although we couldn�t understand what they were whispering because of the echo.

�How will we know when they want us to go in there?� I whispered.

Cherry said, �They�ll turn out the lights and we�ll wait for a few minutes.�

I just nodded in understanding.� We could hear them getting in bed and they were saying really cute and sweet things to each other while trying to speak quietly enough to keep us from hearing them.� But hotel rooms are not known for good acoustics�sound simply travels too easily.

Amanda and Olivia were soon in the throes of passion and it seemed they didn�t even try to hide the fact.� Cherry and I just looked at each other and smiled like two kids listening in on the neighbors.� After about 20 minutes, the room got just a shade darker�they had turned out the lights.

Cherry whispered so quietly that I almost didn�t hear her say, �They�re ready.� Take off your pants��

I stood and stripped down to my boxers before following Cherry to the bedroom door.� She opened it quietly and we entered the room to see (to no surprise) Amanda and Olivia making love on the bed.� Olivia was on top of Amanda, but she took the same position as Cherry would take on top of me: straddling Amanda as opposed to being between her legs.� There was enough light that I could see without difficulty that Olivia�s ass was just as nice now as it was when I first saw it through Cherry�s window.� Olivia was sucking and licking on Amanda�s nipples.� I couldn�t help but remember that it was Cherry who gave her a good lesson on how to do that.

Cherry quietly and slowly climbed on the bed to keep from disturbing the intimate couple as much as possible and I did the same; standing behind them on my knees.� Cherry pointed at my lower body and mouthed the word �off�.� I looked down and realized I forgot to remove my boxers.� I slid them down and pushed them past my knees; allowing them to come off as I moved forward.� Cherry took position next to us and reached over to me to grab my still not yet hard dick.� I looked at her as she gave it a few gentle strokes and it began to respond.� She used my hardening cock to pull me forward until I was within reach of Olivia�s pussy.� I could see already that Olivia and Amanda were not virgins.� They may not have been with a man before, but they were likely using �toys� of one kind or another.� Cherry held up a finger to me to signal �wait� and then she repositioned directly behind me.� She reached around me and grabbed my cock while looking over my shoulder and pushed her hips into me to push mine forward.� The head of my cock made contact with Olivia�s pussy and Cherry moved my cock up and down her slit.

Olivia kissed Amanda on her lips and moaned into her mouth with a mix of love and worry.�� Cherry asked if she was �ok� and Olivia nodded without breaking the kiss.� When asked if she was ready, she nodded again the same way.� Cherry put my dick head right on Olivia�s vagina and pushed the head in with ease.� Then, Cherry reached her arms out straight on each side of me, put her hands on Olivia�s hips and slowly pushed me inside of her childhood friend.� Olivia hummed a tense sound as my cock disappeared inside of her, prompting Amanda�s concern for her wife.

Amanda whispered, �Are you ok, Love?� Does it hurt?�

Olivia said, �I�m fine.� It feels�different.� Really warm.�

They went back to kissing and Cherry had me pushing in and out as gently as she could.� I was rock solid by that point, but it felt like my orgasm was not going to be in the near future.� Olivia�s pussy began to coat my cock with her creamy white juices.� But I didn�t want her to orgasm yet because I knew mine was not even close.� So I slowed down the pace Cherry had set for us.� She seemed to take it as a sign and moved forward to pull herself off of me.� I heard Olivia say �your turn� and I moved without being prompted.� I sat on my feet with my knees on the sides of Amanda�s hips and Cherry helped push my cock down to the waiting vagina in front of me.� Amanda was definitely a natural blonde: the blonde, heart-shaped patch of hair above her clit proved it.

I was lined up and ready to push into her, but as soon as I tried, I realized there was a problem: Amanda wasn�t wet enough yet.� I shook my head and pulled back a little while tapping Cherry�s arm.

I whispered to Cherry, �She�s not ready; I don�t want to hurt her.�

Cherry tapped Olivia on her butt and signaled for her to play with Amanda to get her more turned on.� She understood and reached down to play with Amanda�s clit while kissing her on the neck and talking aggressively dirty to her.

Still playing with Amanda�s vagina, Olivia whispered, �I love this pussy!� You know why?�

Amanda closed her eyes and said, �I know why��

Olivia said, �Tell me why I love this pussy!�

Amanda said, �Because it�s for you!�

Her fingers moved a little faster and Olivia asked, �Whose pussy is this?�

Amanda replied, �It�s yours; it�s all yours!�

Olivia�s fingers became a blur before she said, �Say my name: whose pussy?!�

Amanda hummed and answered, �Olivia�s!� It�s Olivia�s pussy!�

Olivia asked, �And how do I like it?�

Amanda continued to hum and answered, �Dripping!�

Olivia said, �There it is�dripping just like that!�

When Olivia pulled her hand away, Amanda was soaked; her crotch glistened even in the dark.� Olivia planted a deep kiss on Amanda while stroking her hair.� Cherry pointed my cock head back at Amanda�s vagina and we pushed it in with no difficulty.

Amanda responded to the sensation, �Wow!� That really IS warm,� before they went back to kissing.

Olivia scooted back down in effort to rub her clit on Amanda�s.� She achieved her goal, but in doing so, she had her crotch grinding on me as well.� I quickly discovered that I could push for several strokes in Amanda before pulling out and quickly and smoothly pushing back into Olivia.� So that was what I did for what seemed like forever.� But my orgasm would not hit me.� Olivia began to get tired and asked to switch positions with Amanda.� I nodded �ok� and they swapped places.� Amanda�s breasts were very nice�even nicer than I had expected�but still not as perfect as Cherry�s.� Olivia�s breast had grown since I saw them before, but they were still small; nice, but small.� The next thing I noticed (besides Amanda having a nice butt, too) was that she had a �tramp stamp� on the lower part of the small of her back.� The tattoo spelled �Olivia� in script letters, each one a different color of the rainbow, and the �O� was actually two closely interlocked symbols for the female of the species.� As far as �lesbian tattoos� go, it was probably about as �clich� as they get, but at the same time, it was done really well and looked nice on her.

Amanda took the same positions as Olivia had before and I returned to thrusting into one for several strokes before switching to the other.� It was sort of like �Russian Roulette�, but instead of bullets, we were using semen.� The only question was: who was going to get the shot?� And at the rate I was going, the answer seemed like it would be �no one�.

Finally Cherry whispered, �Babe�what�s wrong?� Why haven�t you�?�

I shook my head and said, �I�m not sure.� I think it�s because I can�t see your face.�

Amanda and Olivia over heard me and both purred, �AWWWWW�.�

Cherry repositioned to the side of us and faced me before giving me a kiss.� By this time, I had the positions of Olivia and Amanda�s pussies memorized and I didn�t even have to look to change between them.� I continued thrusting into and switching between the two in front of me while kissing my wife who, even clothed, I found far sexier.� My orgasm was finally building and I knew it wasn�t going to take long.� When I realized the �problem� was as I had suspected, it started me thinking that it should really be Olivia that gets to carry the baby�as she wanted.� All four of us were here because of her.� I decided to try and make sure she got what she wanted.

My orgasm was still building and I began taking longer strokes in and out of the two lovers.� Soon, I changed the pattern to just one stroke for each before switching.� Cherry knew I was going to cum soon and she indicated as much, saying simply �any second��� I was just pulling out of Olivia and pushing into Amanda when I felt it start to release.� But I didn�t want it to let go in her, so I rammed it home quickly as the first spurt blasted out, pulled it back and drove my cock back down into Olivia as the orgasm finished exploding free.

As my cock finished pulsing out the last drops, Olivia whispered to her wife, �Looks like I�m �it�.� Sorry, my Love.�

Amanda said, �It�s ok; I wanted you to be happy, too.� I�ll carry the next one, ok?�

Olivia smiled and nodded in agreement before they kissed again.

I pulled my dick out of Olivia and it was soaked with fluids from the three of us.� Cherry whispered to them �don�t forget the exercises� and motioned for me to leave with her.� I grabbed my underwear as we departed without another word.� We went to the living room and I dressed quickly before we left the loving couple behind.� We didn�t even say �goodbye� to avoid disturbing them further.

Once in the car, Cherry said, �I can�t believe it took you so long to orgasm.� You really couldn�t without seeing me?�

I said, �I really couldn�t.� It wasn�t until you moved around beside me that it even started building.�

She said, �I thought you were just trying to hold on to it to try and turn them straight or something!�

I said, �Even I am smart enough to know better than that!� No: it was all about you.�

Cherry smiled for a moment before saying with a teasing chuckle, �I ruined you for all other women, didn�t I?�

I answered, �Yeah; you did.� And I�m not even joking!�

Cherry took my hand in hers and we rode in silence back to our apartment.� Once we were home, I went and took a much needed shower while Cherry busied herself in the kitchen.

After getting out of the shower, I put on a change of clothes and went to see what Cherry was doing.� She was grilling a late lunch on the stove and I couldn�t help dropping into my �redneck� character voice.

I joked, �Now: dat�s how I like to see my women folk!� Barefoot �n� pregnant while cookin� in th� kitchen!� Dang girl if you ain�t purtier than my cousin!�

Cherry got into her redneck character and said, �Y�all best hush �fore Joe-Joe Bob hears you!� You �member what happent last time he thought we�s foolin� �round�you two was fightin� out yander so loud the whole trailer park was taking bets.� You�d still be fightin� if the law didn�t show up and �rest you both!

Still in character I said, �Joe-Joe is lucky his mamma called the law cuz I was fixin� to whup his sorry ass!

Cherry said, �Yeah well, Daddy ain�t gonna let me take the tractor inta town to bail you out again.�

The thought of my pregnant wife riding into town on a tractor entered my head and I laughed for a split second before catching myself.

Dropping character, she said, �I made you laugh: you lose!�� Back in character, Cherry said, �Now why don�t you go sit in the easy chair and watch the TV; I�ll bring you a beer.�

Knowing she won the round, I said, �Yes, Ma�am!�

Cherry grabbed a beer from the fridge and pointed me towards the living room.

I said, �Babe, you don�t actually have to wait on me.� What kind of guy lets his pregnant wife wait on him?�

She said with seriousness, �Go sit down!� Go!�

I reluctantly took a seat in my old recliner and she followed me, popped my beer, and served it to me before saying that she�d be right back and �not to move�.� A few minutes passed and she returned with a plate full of food; grilled chicken, potatoes, and some mixed vegetables. �Cherry stood next to me, turned around so that her legs were backed up to the arm of the chair, and sat down across it; taking a seat in my lap before twisting slightly to face me.

Holding a fork up with a bite of chicken on it, she said sweetly, �Open.�� I opened my mouth and she gave me the bite to eat.� While I was chewing, she took a bite for herself.� We continued sharing the plate of food in this fashion�with her doing all of the �work�.� I just looked at her in amazement.

�Why are you so good to me?� I asked.

She said matter-of-fact, �You�re my husband.� I Love you!�

I said, �Yeah but, there are a lot of women that love their husbands and they don�t dote on them while pregnant like you are doing right now.

Cherry said, �Oh please!� I�m not even showing yet!� Trust me: before the baby comes, you�ll be waiting on me a lot, too.�� Then she joked, �So, I�m just paying you now for services I expect later!�

I said, �I�ll be happy to give you all the �services� you can handle!�

Cherry rolled her eyes and said, �You�re a pig!�

She kissed me on the lips and took the plate from our finished lunch back into the kitchen.� While passing through the living room, she turned on sports center and said she�d be right back.� I was getting caught up on all of the sports highlights I�d missed and lost track of time.� But it must have been 15 to 20 minutes before Cherry �came right back� because, when she did, she nearly gave me a heart attack!� I was not expecting her to be wearing what she had on because I didn�t even realize she HAD what she was wearing!� She wore the sexiest French Maid costume I�d ever seen and she was in character; putting on a thick, French accent.� I looked at her from the floor up, viewing her tall, black heels; stark-white thigh-high nylons; her jet black, hip hugging skirt was so short it didn�t cover the tops of her nylons; the skirt had a white apron bordered with lace; her midriff was completely bare because her top was like a bikini top with puffy sleeves and a plunging neckline�her massive amount of cleavage was pouring out from it; and she had a black bonnet with white lace to match her skirt and apron.� Completing the look was a prop feather duster that was as black as the costume.

�Bonjour, monsieur,� Cherry said with her French maid accent.

Liking where this was going, I said, �Hello!� And, what is your name?�

Keeping the thick accent, she said, �I yem Cha-rie: vous new �ouse keepar.�� She pronounced her name nearly like �Sherry�, but with an �a� instead of an �e� and a hard emphasis on the second syllable.

I said, �It�s nice to meet you Cherry��

She cut me off, saying �NO!� Iz not pronounce �Cherry�; iz Cha-rie!�

Corrected, I said, �Oh, Cha-rie�ok��

She said, �Oui!� as she playfully brushed me on the nose with her feather duster.

I asked, �And, you say you are my new house keeper, huh?�

Cha-rie said, �Oui Monsieur,� as she pretended to start dusting random items in the living room.

I asked, �What happened to my last house keeper�Lisa?�

She replied, �She was fire for not doing good job.�

I replied simply, �I see.�

After a few moments of intentional over-acting and �cleaning�, she bent over at the waist to pick something up off of the floor and she never bent her knees to do so.� The fact that she was wearing high heels made it all the more impressive (and sexy)!� While she was bent over (for much longer than actually necessary to pick something up), her skirt had no chance of keeping her white satin panties covered.� They were (naturally) French cut and had little ruffles along the hems.� If she paid $5,000 for the costume, it was a bargain!� I had to unzip my shorts�

I said, �That sure is a nice uniform, Cha-rie.�

Cha-rie seemed to disagree, saying, �AH!� Zis uniform!� Ridiculous!� Iz so modest an stuff-ie!� I look, how you say?� A Prude?�

I laughed a little and said, �It is a bit conservative, I suppose.� But you make it look great; not at all like a prude.�

Cha-rie smiled and said, �Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Mann!�

Cha-rie went back to �work� and I just watched�enjoying every second of her performance.� She moved in front of the TV and, to my utter astonishment, did a full split for the purpose of �organizing items� on the TV stand.� It had been a while since I saw her do one, but she did it just as easily as she had ever done.� Once she �finished�, she stood and turned around to face me.

Feigning fatigue, she said, �Iz so hot in zis uniform!� I feel I cannot breathe!�

I said, �Cha-rie, I don�t want you to be uncomfortable��

She asked, �Would be �ok� if I make le uniform�more comfortable?�
I said, �Of course: you are doing a great job; you should be comfortable while doing it.�

�Merci!� Merci beaucoup!�

Cha-rie untied the knot between her breasts that was barely holding her top together.� She slipped the top backwards and let it slide down her arms behind her before catching it and tossing it to the couch.� She was wearing a completely sheer, black bra that made the top look enormous.� Before I had much time to react to the heavenly vision, she slipped her hands under her short skirt and wiggled herself out of her satin panties; tossing them next to her discarded top.

She said, �Ah, so much bettar.� I can breathe again!�

I asked, �Are you ok to clean again now?�

Char-rie said, �I yem fin cleaning for today.�

Disappointed, I said, �Oh, well: thank you for your services, Cha-rie.� You were fantastic!�

She replied, �Silly monsieur Mann!� I yem no fin with services; just cleaning!�

She walked up to me, got on her knees and finished the job of freeing my rigid cock before tentatively stroking it for a few moments.

I made a joke and said, �Lisa never did this when she came here��

Cha-rie said, �That iz why she iz fire�� I try now to give vous good job.�

After a few more gentle strokes, it looked like Cha-rie was going to give me a really nice hand job.� It surprised me when it quickly transitioned into a blow job�� Cha-rie�s red wavy hair bounced in my lap as she gave me one incredible oral experience!� She was so good, that my eyes rolled into the back of my head.� I wanted to cum already, but I was not even close yet.� I looked down just in time to see her peeking up at me.� Our eyes met for a second and she tried to keep from smiling at my expression before going back �to work�.� She bobbed almost furiously up and down while occasionally plunging all of the way down and holding there.� She began going all of the way down more and more often until she began to get used to having my cock going down her throat.� Cha-rie began going all of the way down and then bobbed herself slightly; forcefully pushing her face into my pelvis.� Despite receiving the best blowjob ever performed, I was still not ready to cum!

Cha-rie took a break to ask, �Iz �ok� job I do for vous?�

I said, �It�s so much better than just �ok�!� It�s incredible!�

She asked, �But why vous not��

I said, �I don�t know.� I just can�t get there yet.�

She offered, �I �elp vous get there.�

Not waiting for me to accept her �offer for help�, she stood, turned around and began to sit on my lap while guiding my cock to the best place on Earth (or anywhere, as far as I was concerned).� My cock disappeared right in front of me as Cha-rie lowered herself to me.� I held on to her hips as she began to rock and grind on my lap.

She began to hum and said, �Oh, Oui Monsieur; oui!�� Then she collected herself long enough to say, �Vous tell me before vous �get there�?� I not �ave birth control and I want fin good job!�

I promised to tell her before I would cum and she went back to rocking and bouncing her ass on my lap.� Each time she would raise up, it was clear to me just how turned on she was: my cock had a heavy coating of her fluids all over it.� It was so thick that it looked like I was wearing an opaque condom!� Cha-rie began to bounce in earnest and her hands went up to help steady her head while she began to scream.� Suddenly her pussy clamped and pulsed while her juices squirted out, covering my lap.� Even though she was looking away from me, it was too much to take and my orgasm began to build incredibly fast.

I said, �It�s coming soon!�

She jumped off of my lap and, without hesitation, swallowed my cock down while looking up at me with her beautiful green eyes full of anticipation.� I blew my load with such force that it made the main gun of a tank look like a cork gun; Cha-rie was lucky to have survived the blast!� She sealed her lips around my erupting cock and refused to surrender a drop of what I gave her.� Even with the orgasm subsided, she continued the blowjob until there was no trace of fluids left behind.� Once satisfied, she stood and began collecting the discarded parts of her uniform and she put them back on.

Cha-rie said, �Vous are �appy with job, monsieur Mann?�

I replied, �Oh yes, Cha-rie!� I�m very happy�you are the best!�

She replied, �Merci!� If that iz all, I will see vous next time?�

I said, �Yes; and I certainly look forward to it!�

Cha-rie said, �I az well; Au revoir!�

Cha-rie walked back into the bedroom and I watched her until the door closed behind her.� I marveled at how I never got tired or bored of looking at her, how sexy she was and the way she kept things interesting.� I was lost in thought about my Cherry when, a few minutes later, she came back out from the bedroom wearing what she had on before �Cha-rie� came to visit.� Cherry sat on my lap and she was clearly no longer in character.

She said, �I�m so sorry, Babe��

Confused, I asked, �Sorry?� For what?�

She explained, �I laid down for a minute back there and passed out.� I guess I just needed a nap.�

I smiled and said, �That�s ok.�

She asked, �Anything interesting happen while I was out?�

Still smiling, I said, �Nothing much; the cleaning lady was here�a new girl; had a bit of a French accent.�

Cherry looked around and asked, �Did she do a good job?� Was she thorough?�

I answered, �Yeah, she was great.� She even wore a nice uniform; made her look more professional.�

�Was she cute?� Cherry �wondered�.

I slowly nodded my head and said, �I have to admit: she was pretty attractive.�

We both started to laugh and neither one of us could be declared a �loser� for being the first to laugh.� We spent the rest of the day relaxing on the couch together.� Sometimes we were just spending quality time in silence; other times we were trying to decide on baby names or going over the millions of other things we needed to get done in the next seven months before the baby arrived.

The next morning, Olivia called to thank us again for helping her and Amanda like we did.� They decided to go back home early so they could get a head start on making arrangements for moving back.� We asked them to stay in touch and to let us know if there were any �developments�; they promised that they would, of course.

Olivia said to Cherry, �I can�t believe I�m going to have a baby before you!� I always thought you�d have one first.�

Cherry said, �Hey: you don�t even know if you�re pregnant yet.� I still might beat you to it!�

Olivia thought for a few seconds and said, �Oh, my god��

Cherry simply asked her, �What?�

Olivia replied, �You�re pregnant.�

Cherry tried to keep the secret a little longer, but her stammering for a story told the truth.

Olivia became excited and said, �You ARE!� You�re pregnant!� How far along?�

Cherry admitted, �I�m at eight weeks.�

�Why didn�t you tell us?� Olivia asked.

Cherry said, �I don�t know; I guess I wanted to surprise you later.�

The two life-long friends began chatting with excitement about babies and all that comes with them; it was too adorable to watch.� They talked for at least an hour before Olivia had to end the call because of a low battery.� Several weeks later, we got a card from Olivia and Amanda announcing Olivia�s pregnancy.� The card was �classy�, reading: �Morning sickness blows chunks!� But I wouldn�t trade it for anything!� and there was a printed picture of two positive home pregnancy testers.

Cherry called to congratulate Olivia (and Amanda, too) on the baby.� She asked about why she took two tests and Olivia said the box came with two and they just wanted to be sure there wasn�t a mistake.� It would also have been a waste to just throw the second one away, so getting the �second positive� made sense.

Between doctor�s appointments and ultrasounds, buying things for the baby, and work, the next several months flew by in a flash!� But once a week Cherry would put on one particular outfit and I took a full length profile picture of her to document the progress of her pregnancy.� We knew this was not exactly an original idea, but we both liked the simple photo documentary.� We elected to be surprised and not find out the sex of the baby during the ultrasounds.� This drove both of our families nuts, but we found it more exciting to wait.� Olivia and Amanda decided not to wait and discovered she was having a little boy.� They asked if I could help with �boy stuff� as he got older; neither Olivia nor Amanda knew much about things like fishing, camping, or making tree forts�� I, of course, told them I would love to help; to spend time with him as frequently as possible.

It wasn�t until seven months after helping Olivia and Amanda that they were able to finally find work and make their move to our area.� Cherry was ready to deliver any day and, other than her full, round stomach and now larger breasts, she looked like she hadn�t gained a pound.� She and Olivia wanted to get together before Cherry delivered so they could spend some time together while they were both pregnant and to get a few pictures since the occasion would never happen again (Olivia was only having the one baby, after all).� We made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner.

Olivia called Cherry and I from the restaurant to tell us they were already there and waiting for us.� Normally we would have been there already, but clearly when you are nine months pregnant, you don�t move as quickly as you once did.� Olivia understood and said to ask the hostess to be seated with the �Hart party�.

We arrived a few minutes later and the hostess sat us with Olivia right away.� Amanda was not there.� Olivia struggled slightly to get up when she saw Cherry and the two friends hugged while holding their swollen bellies to the side.� They were talking before they even took their seats; remaking how great the other looked.� I helped push Cherry�s chair in for her before taking my own seat.

Cherry asked, �Where is Amanda?� I thought she was joining us?�

Olivia said, �Oh, she�s here!� She just had to use the ladies� room.�

Cherry whispered, �Your boobs are getting big!�

Olivia said, �I know; almost a C cup now.� But look who�s talking!�

The conversation quickly turned back to all things �baby� and I more-or-less just listened to them carry on.� A few minutes later, Olivia saw Amanda coming up from behind me and said, �oh, here she comes now�.� As I turned to look, I was reminded of the first time I ever saw Amanda and how she was not at all what I had been expecting (I had been expecting a man�).� Ironically, Amanda was once again not at all what I was expecting to see.� She was still Amanda, of course.� However, her stomach was bigger than Olivia�s.

When she saw Amanda, Cherry�s face seemed to match my reaction: complete and utter shock.� Amanda just smiled and sat next to her wife while they both said in unison, �surprise�.

Cherry was unable to speak with her mouth hanging open; I just stammered until I agreed, �Yeah: very surprised!�

They just smiled and Amanda said, �You have some pretty strong swimmers there, David.�

I recalled our �procreation session� and how my orgasm began while pushing into Amanda before I pulled back out and released the rest of it inside of Olivia.� I didn�t think it likely (or even possible) that Amanda would become pregnant from one partial load, but in hind-sight, everyone knows it only takes one sperm cell to get there and do the job.

Cherry finally gathered herself and said, �We�did not see that coming.� Why didn�t you tell us?�

Olivia said, �We wanted to see the looks on your faces�priceless, by the way!�

Amanda said, �And you haven�t even heard the best part yet!�

Cherry and I asked, �There�s more?�

Olivia nodded while Amanda held up her hand and said, �Twins!�

I said, �Holy crap.� Are you serious?!�

They both nodded and confirmed that they weren�t joking.� Cherry and I sat in stunned silence.� Amanda said that she was having two girls and that they weren�t even identical�she started out with two.

I said, �I actually feel bad about this!� I mean: you only wanted one to start and then you wanted to wait to see if another was a good idea.� And now you have three-all at once!�

Olivia said, �No!� Don�t feel bad.� It�s actually been great for us!� The entire experience has been nearly exactly the same for both of us and that is really what we wanted.�

Amanda agreed but added, �We probably could have done without the morning sickness, though�� You ever watch two pregnant women throwing up at the same time in one toilet?�

Cherry and I shook our heads while she said, �I can�t imagine.� I don�t know if that would make it better or worse�better because you aren�t alone; but then there�s two people vomiting!�

Olivia offered, �Isn�t being pregnant glamorous?!�

All three of them laughed before coming up with a lot of privileges that come along with being pregnant: courtesy parking up close at the grocery store; people wait to hold the door for you�even if you aren�t carrying anything; and the unanimous favorite (and probably most necessary) front of the line privileges in the ladies� room.

We had a very nice dinner while we discussed all that the coming months would bring, along with our plans for the future.� Amanda and Olivia liked the idea of the four of us staying close and we considered them as extended family; they were like our sisters and we were like their sister and brother.� For the time being at least, I would be �Uncle David� to their three kids; we�d figure out later if or when we would tell them the truth about me being the biological father.� But that was completely up to Amanda and Olivia to figure out.

Two days later, Cherry was having an unusually difficult time in getting comfortable.� I was doing everything I could to help her, but nothing would do the trick.� Sitting down was not an option for her; she just walked around the apartment while holding her stomach.

I asked her, �Is it time?�

Cherry thought for a few seconds and replied, �I don�t know.�

I kept my eye on her and by the way she was acting, I had a feeling she was getting ready to deliver.� Her over-night bag had been packed for at least a month by that point; I grabbed it and took it out to the car.� When I came back inside, Cherry was standing in the hallway with one hand on her stomach and the other on the wall for support.� She looked like she was struggling just to remain standing.

Before I could say anything, she said, �NOW I know: It�s time!�

Being a well trained firefighter and completely at ease during emergency situations, I was naturally in boarder-line panic mode!� Perhaps it�s easier to stay calm when it is someone you don�t know as opposed to the Love of your life�� At any rate, I had to concentrate on keeping calm to avoid stressing her or our arriving baby.� Cherry made her way to the car and I was with her to help steady her.

We elected to go to the hospital where she worked because she liked the maternity ward and knew a few of the nurses there.� I pulled up to the ER entrance and ran inside to get a wheelchair.� When I came out, Cherry was heaving herself out of the car and trying to get her bag out of the back seat.� I told her she was nuts and to take a seat�� She conceded and sat down while I took the bag from her before wheeling her inside.� As she started her check-in process, I went and parked the car.� By the time I returned, they had already moved her to maternity.� She was having her vitals taken and getting hooked up to all kinds of machines when I walked through the door.