Chapter 45: America’s Birthday

Cheryl had been good the previous three nights and mornings. She had not come into my room and gotten into bed with me. I had kind of expected her to since Helen had been gone for a couple of days and wasn’t expected back for over a week. But Cheryl had stayed in her own bed all night the first two nights.

I assumed that trend would continue and returned to sleeping in nothing after the second night. And Cheryl had been going to bed in her pajamas with no questions or arguments. She did the same thing the third night. The difference was that at five am I was awakened by a creak of a floorboard at my door. I was awake enough to open the drawer next to the bed. I left my hand on the drawer’s handle while I looked closer and saw the familiar female form. What I didn’t notice was the form had no clothes on.

I came to that realization only after the sheet was lifted and the lithe form of my sexy teenage ward slid up against me. Her smooth skin was hot on me as she threw her leg over mine and pressed her hairless pussy lips on the outside of my thigh. She also was half on me with her small breast with its hard eraser poking me in the side of my chest while her other nipple was pressed into mine. She put her head on my upper chest and had her hair billow out across much of me.

“Hi, Cheryl. You shouldn’t be here. But we will talk about it in the morning. Now go to sleep,” I said, hoping I would be able to go back to sleep quickly. I thought if she didn’t move much, I could block out the feeling of the luscious body on me.

I was wrong, and despite her rhythmic breathing that started less than five minutes after she said, “Ok, and I love you.” I was left awake for over a half hour. Both from her nubile body lying on me, which could have been so easily taken, and the “I love you,” which was slightly out of character being said out of the blue.

I gently stroked her back from her shoulder blades to the swale in her back where she had back dimples. As maddening as it was to not go further down, I kept my movements only on the satiny skin of her back. While stroking her, I noticed some things I missed when she was not alone in the bed with me. Her breasts were slightly larger and firmer. Plus she had gotten about three and a half inches taller since the first time she crawled on me naked. Her legs were definitely longer and more toned, which was obvious as she stroked my leg with hers as she slept. My girl really was turning into a gorgeous, sexy young woman.

As I fell asleep, these thoughts flowed through my mind. The thought of her bald pussy on my shin and her tits on my thighs filled my brain later as I slept. I was dreaming about how great her fuller lips felt on my hard dick as my dreams of her being a sexual woman instead of an immature teen dominated my thoughts.

I dreamed of the incredible sensations her lips sliding along my rod would bring and how she would use her tongue to wrap the underside of the cuff of my glands. Her taste buds scraping over and running along the darkened skin left after I had been circumcised. How she would hollow her cheeks just enough to create a vacuum, removing the saliva she left on my shaft as she went slowly up and down it. In my dream, she was experienced enough to get the tip of my head far enough into the back of her mouth that her gag reflex would lightly kick in. Yet not so much that she would cough and sputter on the meat in her mouth. All the while there was a slight vibration imparted to my dick as she moaned her appreciation for what she was doing to me.

The imagined sensations of my dream were too much, and in twilight sleep, I knew I was going to blow my load. My balls had pulled up, and the velvet hand that was stroking them continued to massage my testicles. It was too late for me to do anything as I realized my cum was halfway up my shaft with precum oozing out of the slit at the top of my cockhead. And I realized all the gloriously erotic sensations were being generated by Cheryl.

The first huge wad of cum had already been shot into her eager, waiting mouth before I could even lift the sheet to see her face. She was swallowing the first load as I lifted the cover, and the second blast of baby batter flew into the back of her throat. She smiled up at me, looking as content as I had ever seen her, even more so than after Helen had brought her to one of her massive orgasms.

Cheryl was swallowing the second wad as I huffed out, “Cheryl, what are you doing? Stop that.” I shot a third strong blast of cum into her mouth as I tried to get her off my cock. She sucked harder as I attempted to remove her from my dick. As the fourth jet was starting up my urethra, I stopped trying to remove her from me. The wad of cum was going to exit my cock, and it was just a matter of whether it would be into the back of her mouth if she stayed sucking me or across her pretty face if I dislodged her. In that moment, I decided I didn’t want to see my beautiful but not-so-innocent girl look like a slut with cum splattered on her face.

I quit fighting her and let her finish sucking the last of the cum from my cock. When she let my spit-shined dick, which was still more than half hard, part from her lips, I gently pulled her up me. “Cheryl,” I began angrily. “Why did you do that?”

Her look went from overjoyed to looking like she would cry in a blink of an eye. “I love you,” she mumbled out.

I quickly moderated my tone and stroked her cheek while the feeling of her nude body kept interrupting my thoughts. Finally, I said, “I know you do. And I love you with my whole heart. But why did you do that when you knew I didn’t want you to?”

“Did you not like it?” she asked, apparently concerned about her performance.

“Any other time I would love it. But we’re not supposed to be doing things like that. Sex changes a relationship greatly,” I said calmer than I felt.

“But it was just a blowjob, not sex,” she said timidly. (Years later we would have a president who would make that same argument.) “And I don’t mind the taste. You taste better than anybody else I have blown.”

I really didn’t need her to talk about what she was made to do in Denver. It would just make me want to go find Marco and the bitch that had hurt Cheryl so badly and extract even more pain and mental anguish from the whore. “I understand, but...”