Chapter 34

Checked my phone every fifteen minutes just to make sure I hadn’t missed a call or text. I was more silent than normal at work and even forgot about an online quiz for one of my classes because my mind was so stuck on Sherri.

A crazy bitch of a girl, but after that one long evening with her I knew I’d never find peace until I got to the bottom of her story. There was a story, a long detailed story, and perhaps one I didn’t want to know, but she’d gotten to me and I had to know.

So much anger, livid and frightening, and much of it directed at me. How I came into it I had no idea other than knowing she’d watched me hose another girl’s tits with my cum two summers before. Sherri yelled at me, laughed at me, hit me, and taunted me with sex in ways no other girl ever had. But it wasn’t the uniqueness of Sherri’s actions that kept me from slamming the door in her face. There was that connection, some intimacy I couldn’t understand. I had to know.

Yeah, perhaps the good sex was a part of the attraction. Sherri was a redheaded demon with all the allure of any girl in a sports illustrated calendar. Hot and sexy, long legged and with the tits and ass any guy would spend a week’s pay just to sit next to. And of course a pussy that leaked cum and sucked cock in a way few girls in my past could match.

Then there was the trembling and whimpering and ongoing physical fit Sherri exhibited all through a fuck. A simple cock to cunt dance, something girls either like or don’t, and Sherri lost all control of her body. Just lay there trembling. She said it felt good, a simple fuck filling her with lots of small orgasms that never quite got her to a real climax. That was like a challenge to me and she screamed so loud with her climax my housemate thought I’d murdered the girl. She did a lot more than just wet my bed, and when we parted that night she seemed as interested as me in doing it again.

Then silence. Two days and nothing. Then four days and nothing. No way I could keep this up. Texted her more than once with the threat that I was going to sleep overnight in front of her workplace. That finally got a response and a promise for lunch on Wednesday.

Happy with that. Nervous, anxious, even perplexed and with a rock in my stomach and a thousand questions in my head, but still happy that I’d be seeing Sherri again.

A big portion of the rock in my gut came from my afternoon with Cheryl that Sunday afternoon. I normally have to do a Sunday shift at the auto parts place I work, but the big boss was there with one of his favored crew to check inventory and etc. and I was able to get the afternoon free.

My time with Cheryl was always the highlight of my week. The woman was not all mine, but when she invited me over she always made me feel like I was the only man in the world who interested her. She was a big tall lusty woman who wasn’t afraid to let her preferences be known and I was very happy to be one of those preferences. There aren’t enough words to describe it.

But this was just after my wild and tempestuous evening with Sherri, and all the showers in the world couldn’t erase the feel of the girl’s pussy as it slathered my cock with cum and then sucked my balls dry. Erupted inside of Sherri like I hadn’t had sex in a year. It was a memorable night, which meant that no way I could push it aside and pretend to Cheryl that I was as pure and clean as she expected me to be.

I could have lied. Did that more than once in my past, but Cheryl was different. I knew Sherri was going to be more than just a one-time thing and I felt too close to Cheryl, maybe even loved her a little too much, to not mention what she had every right to know.

Not that she expected me to not date other girls. It was clear that she had action of some form in other parts of her life, and she’d never pushed for day by day descriptions of what I did when we were apart. But staying clean was an absolute for her, and I’d just blown two full loads of semen inside of a girl that had been pretty clear about how guys enjoyed covering and filling her with cum.

No condom. My bad. And so my conscience and respect and love for Cheryl led me to admitting that to her.

Hardest thing I ever had to do. We’d enjoyed a couple hours in her back yard, doing some gardening and prepping for both flowers and vegetables. Good honest work, done with a close other and a shared cold beer. But she knew something was up when, after hours of toiling next to me while wearing a tight-fitting pair of worn jeans and a simple sports bra, I still hadn’t rolled her over and taken her in full view of the neighbors. I know she would have wanted that, or at least the attempt, but I played it straight and stuck to my work.

So, back in the house and with another beer between us, she looked into my eyes and said, “What?”

I was about to make a joke or throw the comment back at her or simply state the fact that I went raw in a piece of unknown pussy and that we’d have to do another check with the doctor. But I broke. Just that second I realized everything was going to change. I’d never experienced anything like it and I almost died from shame as I broke down and started crying in front of Cheryl, but that’s the way it was.

Looking into Cheryl’s hard face, her eyes laughing at what she suspected was bothering me, I broke.

“I don’t want to lose you,” I said, surprised at the tears flowing down my cheeks. I felt her reach out a hand and found the strength to continue.

“You mean more to me than any woman I’ve ever known. I can’t imagine life without you, even when I’m just a part-time guy you call when you’re lonely. You mean so much to me. Everything, in ways you couldn’t know. I even go through the list at night when I’m home and wishing I were next to you.”

With a glance into Cheryl’s face I saw that her eyes had hardened. She knew something was up. I wasn’t just declaring my undying love for her. Cheryl knew I was drawing a line and choosing to step over it.

“It’s okay, Louis. What happened?”

“You know. Met a girl. I was going to tell you I’d done a dumb thing and did it without a condom. Dumb and no way I’d lie to you about that. But...”

She waited. Didn’t try to finish my sentence or explain what she already knew. Cheryl waited. Eyes hard, heart probably working to repair itself even before I got the words out, but she waited for me to say it.

“There’s something about her. Might be nothing, but I have to find out. And I couldn’t pretend about that with you. Might be nothing and I’ll wind up back here in two weeks telling you it was all a mistake, but I have to admit it to you now.”

“Sounds serious,” Cheryl said, being polite but cold and to the point with the bluntness of a hammer. “Not just your Friday night screw.”

“A part of me hopes so, but most of me is pretty sure it’s a dead end. Doesn’t matter. Just wanted to tell you I’d messed up. Only one night, but still, needed to talk to you about it.”

“Well, one night. But you’re probably going to make the same mistake more nights in the future until this thing is resolved. Got it.”

I nodded, ashamed at the sight of another tear falling to the floor, and then she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.

“Don’t worry, Louis,” Cheryl said in as soft a voice as I’d ever heard. “You haven’t lost me. I’m touched you care so much. Really. We may never have again what went on these past few months, but I’ll still be here. Go out and get this done. Come back and we can talk about it.”

I nodded. Ashamed. Not for my tears but for Cheryl’s stolid stance and need to remain under control. It’s not my ego talking when I say her heart was hurt. I felt blessed to be so trusted and loved and absolutely fucked into the ground by the woman and I knew it took a lot for her to share so much with me. And there I was, turning my back on it. I felt like such an asshole, but I had to see this thing with Sherri through.

Damn hateful crazy bitch. Damn the day I met Sherri. Just threw my life away and hurt a woman I loved more than life itself. And all because of some crazy bitch I hardly knew.

I was surprised to find Sherri waiting for me in the restaurant. Just that same cheap diner. She’d chosen, said it was close to work and only a bus ride away from school. Ordered pretty much the same stuff as we had the first time we were there, then talked about school this and work that. And then a long silence.

With food in front of us I pushed my cup of soup to the side and got to the point.

“This has to end, this wall, this tenseness. I need to date you, like take you out three times a week. Even if its just for a walk before you go to work. After last week, you can’t say we don’t have a connection or share anything in common.”

Sherri stared at her salad, refusing to make eye contact.

“No. Just the opposite. I think its best we never see each other again. No more texts or calling work. Just stop it, Louis. It’s killing me.”

Before I could say another thing she stood up and stiffly walked for the door. I followed, telling the waitress I’d be back before running for Sherri as she crossed the parking lot.

“Sherri,” I said while grabbing her arm and turning her to face me. “Why? No. Doesn’t matter. You don’t have to date me. Don’t have to consider me as anything but a nosey and annoying guy. But we do need to keep seeing each other. Long walks, lunch, whatever. Trust me. Let me in. There’s something there you need to let out and I think I’m the guy you should talk to.”

Sherri had a fire in her that often came off as anger, especially when she was talking to me. But at that time in the parking lot she seemed sad and resigned to whatever life she’d chosen for herself. It was obvious I was just making things difficult for her, perhaps reminding Sherri of why she was so unhappy, but no way was I going to let her go that easy.