Chapter 6

“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.