Cherry the Cheerleader
Copyright© 2024 by MikeHuntHZ
Chapter 2
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Boy meets girl. Boy and girl fuck. Boy and girl fall in love, get married, have kids. BUT... it's not quite that simple! If you are a fan of a well-written love story that has plenty of twists and turns, and plenty of sex, then this book is for you! You'll laugh, cry, and root, root, root for the home team in sexy journey of friendship and love. And, if you grab the entire eBook over on Bookapy (under $5!) you won't have to wait, and, you probably won't put the book down!
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Workplace Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Voyeurism
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.
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