Chapter 15

Cherry said, “It looks to me like a couple of lesbians are in here making up gay cheer-leading 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.