Chapter 8: Straight ‘A’s and a Belated Birthday

The following month, I had another out-of-town “conference.” I told Cheryl before I left, “I’ll be home late on Friday night, ten days from when I leave.”

“It’s OK.” She replied in kind. “Helen’s mom doesn’t care if she stays with me for a few days. during the week.”

“Well, I feel bad that school is ending, and I was going to have a small celebration for you doing so well. We should do it on Saturday. You can have Helen stay over on Friday, and we’ll do that on Saturday,” I explained. Cheryl had been bringing home nothing but ‘A’s. Plus, while Helen was her best friend and had stayed hidden as a girlfriend, she had accumulated a large number of friends.

“No!” she was adamant. “She can go home on Friday. I can make you something special for your getting home.”

“I think you misunderstood late. Late means early in the morning,” I said. “So if you want Helen to stay over, it’s fine. And in the morning, you two can sleep in.” I knew I was inviting a cunnilingus free-for-all for her and Helen, but it was the least I could do. After all, the end of the school year would happen while I was gone. I was going to get her something for making such good grades. But it was something a fourteen-year-old wouldn’t think was all that great.

“Thanks, I might,” and the way she said it told me she wouldn’t.

“Well, we’ll discuss your present then for getting straight ‘A’s this semester,” I told her to cheer her up a little.

“Give me a hint ... please.” I don’t think she could have dragged out the please any longer, even if her lungs were twice as big.

“OK, one hint. It is hard to wrap.” I said, not thinking of anything sexual until she looked me up and down like a piece of meat.

What I thought she was going to say, she didn’t. Instead, I got, “A car, you’re getting me a car?”

“Keep guessing, sweetie,” I said, relieved she hadn’t said my dick. “But since you won’t be right, you should probably think on it and tell me when I get back.”

I gathered up some things from the shed and headed out. The job was pretty mundane, so I took a bit of a detour while passing through Denver, gathering information. I got home even later than I expected to a dark house, where not even the moon lit it up. I tiptoed through the house so as not to wake Cheryl. Something seemed wrong as I went into my darkened room.

I closed the door and turned on the light. The room was now filled with a king-sized bed with a flowery pillow on one side and my usual plain white one on the other. The other furniture barely fit in the room. I wanted to go and ask Cheryl what was the meaning of the new bed, but I already knew. She was planning on sleeping with me on a regular basis. And a bed that was actually big enough for three to sleep comfortably was her way of getting me to agree. I was too tired to deal with it at that moment, so I stripped down and got into the new bed, which was very comfortable.

The light was barely coming in the window when the satin sheets covering me were raised up and replaced by the satin-feeling skin of a fourteen-year-old. As I had expected, she was naked, and knew I would be too. Her lithe body crawled over me while my cock hardened. We had been here before, and I was again fighting the urge to fuck her as she wedged my still-hardening cock up between her full lips. My dick head pressed on her clit only for a moment, but that moment was gone the instant she rocked a little, greasing me up. The head that had been pressed into her clit had grown too large to stay there and was up in her still-soft, curly hair. (Later, I found out she’d been putting conditioner on it for months, keeping it from becoming course.)

When I continued to lay there like I was sleeping, she got comfortable, laid her head in the crook of my neck, and kissed me lightly. She had learned a lot in the short time she and Helen practiced. My cock, which I didn’t think could get any harder, did and contracted, jumping up, pressing harder on her clitoris’s hood and the slit’s valley below. She continued kissing while I lay there, letting her do what she wanted while fighting the urge to plunge my dick into her surely tight little hole.

It became evident I was going to lose my fight if I let her continue unabated. She stopped masturbating herself on my rigid cock when I said, “Cheryl, what are you doing?”

“Enjoying my present for getting straight ‘A’s. You said it was something hard to wrap. And that would be you.” She answered. “You in your birthday suit. After all, if you were wrapped, you wouldn’t be in your birthday suit.”

I had to give her credit for her creative thinking and the way she moved her slit along my rod, getting herself off. With as much composure as I could muster, I said, “Does that sound like me? After what I’ve told you?”

“No, but a girl can hope,” she replied. “I even practiced my kissing, so it’d be better for today. See?” She immediately put her lips on mine. They were soft and gently placed, but they lacked the confidence I had seen her have when kissing Helen. There was a tremble of doubt in her lush kiss, making it all the more incredible. And despite all, I knew to be right, I indulged in the kiss.

While indulging in that, which I knew was wrong, I pulled her body up mine a little further, with the goal of freeing my dick from her hot slit. All I managed to accomplish was putting the tip of my cock at her pussy’s entrance. I could feel the hollow beyond my piss slit as the entrance pressed on my head’s flesh around it. I groaned into the small mouth that had enticed me into sharing my cavity with her. She moaned as well, wiggling her hips and my cock at the same time. A burst of willpower from God knows where came to me. I raised her, putting her wet pussy slit on my hip bone.

My cock was no longer poised to penetrate her. She whined into my mouth while her tongue brushed over mine. It was then, I noticed how good she tasted. How I loved the feeling of her small tongue and supple lips. I wouldn’t fuck her, but today I would make out with her. Yet, I still had to give one last feeble argument against it. Gently lifting her face from mine, I controlled my rapid breathing, saying, “Oh, sweetie, I can’t ... We can’t ... It isn’t right. We can’t want each other in that way.”
Her beautiful blue eyes radiated her desire and longing, yet they still had a softness to them. “But we do. We do want each other. And I want to feel you in me, filling me up and making me a woman. Please, will you make love to me?”

I could only groan. How could any man resist such a plea? She was a gorgeous young woman, with her hot, eager body on mine, ready for me to be one with her. Yet, I knew I had to find a way to say no. Not to loving her, but no to physically showing her in the way we both desired at that moment. It was my turn to beg. Beg, she wouldn’t persist, as I wouldn’t be able to resist. And without resisting, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. So beg I did, “Please, Cheryl ... please don’t ask that of me. Not now, not at this moment. God, how I want you ... I want all of you ... to own you ... to possess every inch of your being ... using you up, filling me with your beauty and goodness.” I was virtually in tears, fighting myself, and telling her how I felt. “But I fear I’d hollow you out ... I’d take all the good and beauty from you, leaving a shell. Destroying you while you are so young and innocent. So please ... please don’t ask me again.”

“John, I love you too.” She smiled at me with a nervous kind of smile. “I won’t ask. I’ll make believe we are one. But let me kiss you.” At that moment, she showed me poise I hadn’t known she had. I simply nodded and again had full-quaking lips on mine. Together, our combined nervous shaking shook the whole new bed.

I held her face in my hands as we started kissing. And soon they were traveling over her body. Her flesh felt new and hot under my touch. While our tongues seemed to know what to do with each other, rolling and frolicking together, her body and my hands seemed to be at a loss. She shook and trembled as I touched her, experiencing her supple texture like it was for the first time. She had goosebumps under my palms one moment and smooth flesh the next. Her ass flexed, displaying its firmness and power, as I marveled at how it could be so perfectly round and soft at the same time.

Her breasts filled my hands over and over again, and I kept coming back to them as our lips moved to gather up each other. Tweaks of nipples were in time with tongue tip flicks. Rolling of her puffed areolas and hard nipples occurred during long, loving brushing of tongues along full lips. Only her pussy and my cock were left out of our melee of groping and exploring, as if we had never touched or held each other before. Touching those parts, we knew, would bring on the lovemaking we both agreed to avoid.

Our making out and reveling in the touch and feel of our bodies together lasted for hours. And only when our lips were chapped did we nap. The feeling of Cheryl’s naked, sultry body was the last thing I remembered as I closed my eyes. It was past lunch when we roused together. Only a quick, light kiss of longtime lovers passed between us as I looked at her pretty face with her bedhead hair going everywhere. Her dimples were evident as she smiled, knowing things were now different.

And they were different. From that point on, I knew that even if she was the cause of issues and problems in my life, I wouldn’t be leaving her behind. I’d fight for her. I’d kill for her without remorse. It was amazing how, in about six months, she had managed to do what no other woman had. She’d made me care about her ultimate welfare. But that wouldn’t stop me from continuing to bring her up right. And that started with, “Cheryl, what is it we are lying in?”