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Chapter 2: Cherries
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 2: Cherries - Boy meets girl, and things get very steamy. It’s a fun romp, with lots of past history for both, and lots of illustrations.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Workplace Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Illustrated
Present Day
The next few days were relatively quiet, filled with routine parenting duties and work. On Sunday afternoon Jason did some of the editing work on Saturday’s park photos. Monday they both went to work as usual, and that evening he finished the editing. Tuesday evening it was Amy’s turn to assist, helping Jason select the pictures they would upload to the bikini company’s website, along with a text description of the shoot and the fun they had. She had to be very circumspect in the description because ‘graphic and explicit’ was against the rules; she couldn’t write that after she stripped bare, she had masturbated to orgasm and then fucked the photographer in the back seat of his car. More fun was had later that evening when she put on the crop top and skirt outfit and sat on Jason’s lap while he put the photos on a slideshow and then used her for his pleasure.
They uploaded the package later that week. After that it was in the hands of the administrators and moderators at the company’s website. It could take weeks, in some cases a month or more before they would get a response. In the meantime, they would think about other sites and other clothing.
Friday night, it was time for some regular fun and games. Normally, Amy would wear an oversized t-shirt to bed, and Jason would simply wear his briefs and an undershirt. Often, he would stay up a half hour after she went to bed, watching the news, but that night he decided to follow her to bed. Amy noticed and smiled and pulled a short and transparent white lace nightie from the closet. Jason stripped down to his briefs, and took an undershirt from the dresser, but he tossed it to the floor next to the bed. They smiled at each other and slipped under the covers.
Amy and Jason relaxing in bed
Jason turned away from his wife, but only to turn on the lamp on his nightstand. Then he rolled onto his back and put an arm behind his head. Amy rolled towards him and threw one of her legs over his. “You want the lights on, hmmm?”
“Is that a problem?”
Amy pushed the covers off him. “I want to see you, too.” She snuggled against him and began licking his cheek. She also ran her fingers across his chest and then down to the erection tenting his briefs.
Jason enjoyed the feeling and decided to return the favor. He brought his arm down from behind his head and ran it down her back. He reached down, to caress her naked bottom, and then slipped a finger down the crack of her ass. Amy moaned happily and snuggled even closer before slipping her hand inside his briefs to stroke his cock.
Jason enjoyed his wife’s cockplay for a few minutes before reaching across his chest with his unused hand and slipping it inside her robe. Amy gasped as he began toying with her nipples, pinching them gently and flicking his fingers across them. She switched her hands, using one on his cock while the other slipped between her thighs, to run a finger through her slit and rub her clit. She moaned as she began climbing the hill towards her coming orgasm.
Jason lifted his butt off the bed and pushed his briefs off. That gave his wife the ability to grasp his cock and begin stroking it more energetically, and he joined her with a few groans of his own. It was time to take it to the next level. He rolled towards her and pushed Amy away from him. She rolled onto her side, and he moved closer, rubbing his stiff cock against her bottom. Amy lifted her leg, and he slipped his cock into her pussy from behind. Amy gasped as her husband began fucking his cock into her slowly. He reached around to cup and play with her tits. That gave her a small cum, but Jason wasn’t ready to finish. He reached around with his other arm, to take over breast work, and used his free hand to capture her hands and push them between her legs.
“Oh, God! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
“Make it a big one!” he ordered. “Don’t stop! Work your cunt! Make me cum!”
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she wailed.
Jason smiled. It was a good thing the bedroom door was closed because otherwise Alexa would have woken up. He continued thrusting into her, forcing her to continue masturbating. He joined her in a massive orgasm when her pussy began spasming around him. It felt like his balls were exploding, draining inside her.
Jason rolled onto his back, breathing heavily, and Amy rolled to lay with a leg over his, the same position they had started in. “That was very nice. Let’s do it again,” she said.
Jason laughed. “Give me a few minutes. I’m not a teenager anymore.”
“Yeah, you hit thirty and everything goes to hell.” Jason smacked his wife on the ass lightly. That simply made her laugh. “Maybe I need to find a few teenaged boys to keep me busy.”
“Like back when you were a teenager?” he asked.
Amy laughed. “My teenage years weren’t all that adventurous. I didn’t get really crazy until I met this computer guy from the Midwest.” Jason had grown up in Ohio and had only moved East to go to college.
“So just what did you learn in high school?” he teased.
“What? You want to know how I lost my cherry?” she asked, surprised. They had never talked about that.
“Sure. Why not?”
“Well...”
Fourteen Years Ago
Amy Newhart was rushing into the school when she heard a voice calling out, “Amy! Amy! Wait up!” Amy knew that voice; it belonged to her best friend, Kelsey Backrod. She turned to wave when she was knocked to the ground. She found herself buried under a large boy trying to untangle himself from her.
“Oh shit! Sorry about that!” said the masculine voice.
“Get off her!” screamed Kelsey. “Jeez! Move!” Amy’s friend tried to help her up and push away the boy, which only resulted in him slipping and falling back on Amy.
Amy pushed the boy away. “Kelsey, you’re not helping.” Once he had rolled away, he popped to his feet, and Amy accepted both Kelsey’s and his hands to stand upright.
“I am so sorry,” said the guy. Then he smiled at her. “It’s all your fault, you know.”
“What!”
“If you hadn’t turned in front of me, I would never have seen how beautiful you were. I was so stunned I couldn’t stop.”
Kelsey groaned. “That is so lame!”
Amy looked up at the boy who had fallen on her. At four-foot-eleven, she looked up at everybody. Then she looked into his eyes and smiled back. He was pretty cute. She grinned and said, “Kelsey is right. That’s pretty lame.”
“But true, so true,” he responded. “I’m Todd. What’s your name?” He kept hold of the hand he had pulled her off the floor with.
“Amy.”
“Nice to meet you, Amy. Mind if I keep this?” he asked, squeezing her hand.
She laughed and tugged her hand away. “No! You’ve already got two of your own.”
“What are you doing Friday night?”
“Not dating you,” she laughed.
“No, you’re not dating me. You’re going to the game,” Todd told her.
“The game?”
“The football game against West Laurel.”
Amy gave him a confused look. “Why am I going to the game but not with you?”
“Because I’ll be running around on the field with the Warriors.” The East Bowie teams were the Warriors. “I can’t sit with you in the stands and watch me run around on the field. Can’t be done.”
“Huh?”
Todd laughed. He took her hand again and began leading her down the hall. Along the way he asked where her homeroom was and got her to confirm that she would go to the football game. Kelsey trailed behind them, and when she got to her homeroom, she dragged Amy inside. Amy waved at Todd as she was pulled through the door.
“What’s with you?” Amy asked.
Kelsey rolled her eyes. “What’s with me? More like what’s with you!”
“He’s cute.”
“He’s a jock!”
“So?”
“So, he’s trying to get into your pants!”
Amy laughed at her friend. “He’s a guy. They’re all trying to get into our pants. My pants are staying right where they are.”
Kelsey shook her head as Mrs. Beaumont started taking roll. “You say so.”
Todd found Amy in the cafeteria at lunch. His buddies laughed at him as he sat down at the lunch table across from her. “Full court press!” sang out from one of his friends.
“That’s basketball, not football,” he responded. Amy gave him a confused look and he added, “Ignore them. I do.”
His friends laughed and wandered away.
“So, what’s your last name?” he asked.
“Newhart. I’m Amy Newhart.”
“Todd Williams. So, have you thought about coming to the game Friday?”
Amy smiled and replied, “As in a date?” Her parents had told her she could date that year, but they had to meet the boy first.
“Maybe. I’ll be out on the field, but maybe afterwards,” he told her.
“Not much of a date if we aren’t together,” Amy laughed.
“You should come. It’s a home game, so we can meet afterwards.”
“I’ll think about it.” The bell rang and she escaped with a laugh, heading to her afternoon classes.
That night the young woman told her parents that a boy on the football team had asked her out ... sort of. She explained he wanted her to come to the game and meet him afterwards.
John Newhart looked at Tammy Newhart, and they shared a subtle smile. Both knew that their daughter was a beautiful girl and would only get more beautiful as she grew up. Boys would be buzzing around like bees after pollen. Her mother hadn’t been a virgin when she graduated high school, and she doubted Amy would be either. She looked at her husband and said, “Feel like going to a football game?”
“Mom!” protested Amy. Her parents were going to follow her around on a date? God! How humiliating!
Her father said, “Sounds like a plan.” He turned to Amy and said, “That way we can meet him and then head home. Maybe he can bring you home.”
“At a reasonable time,” added her mother.
Amy was grinning the rest of the night. She was going on a date!
The next day she waited in the school lobby until Todd came through the doors. She didn’t want to appear too eager but totally failed. She told him that she’d see him at the game on Friday, but her parents would be there until they had met him. Did he have a car?
The young couple kept talking whenever their schedules allowed that week. Amy learned that Todd was a senior a year ahead of her and owned an old Ford Taurus. The only thing she wondered about was whether her parents would want her seeing a boy so much older than she was. Todd was a senior and was almost eighteen; Amy was a junior and was still fifteen. She decided not to tell them.
Friday was game day, and the team members could wear their jerseys to school. The game would be at 6:30, so she went home on the school bus as usual. They had a quick meal of burgers and fries, and then her parents drove her to school. They all sat in the bleachers, though Amy wanted to go down to the sidelines to see Todd. “Honey, they don’t let girlfriends on the field,” said her father.
Her mother added, “A girl as pretty as you would just distract them, and they’d lose the game.”
Amy laughed at that and pointed out Todd when the team ran onto the field. At half time she yelled out for him, and he turned in her direction and waved back, but they didn’t have a chance to talk until after the game. The Warriors beat the West Laurel Spartans 21-16, scoring three touchdowns with points after, while the Spartans got two touchdowns, one point after, and a field goal. The Newharts waited while the crowd left. Eventually the boys left the back door of the locker room and Todd came over, waving. Amy’s parents smiled at each other as their daughter ran to greet him.
“You won! Congratulations!” she squealed.
Todd gave her a quick hug, though he was eyeing the adults with her. A hot kiss with tongue would not go over well, not that they had done that before. “We won.” He put an arm around her shoulders and walked her over to the adults. “Hi. I’m Todd.”
Amy piped up and said, “Mom, Dad, this is Todd.”
John reached out and Todd shook his hand. “Congratulations on the win.”
“Thank you.”
Tammy also shook his hand. “Yes, congratulations. What position do you play? I don’t really know all that much about football.”
“Right tight end. I block for the backs and receivers.” She looked confused and he continued, “The guys carrying the ball.”
“Oh. Is that what you are going to do in college?”
Todd laughed and shook his head. “No, that won’t be happening. I’m not big enough for that. No, I’ll have to go to school the normal way.”
“Begging your parents to pay?” laughed John.
“That would be the way,” agreed a laughing Todd.
“Where are you two going now?” he asked.
Amy looked at Todd, who answered, “Most of the guys meet at Alfredo’s Pizza.”
“Well, have fun, but be home by eleven,” said Amy’s father.
Amy was on the verge of protesting, but Todd smoothly answered, “Eleven it is.” He reached out and shook hands again, and then he led Amy to the parking lot.
Amy was both nervous and excited when she got in Todd’s car. This was her first date, and she only knew about what to do from what her girlfriends said and what she saw on TV shows. It turned out to be a normal dinner with friends at a pizza place. Todd found a couple of chairs at a table with other football players and their girlfriends, and they had a few slices of pepperoni pizza and Cokes. Then, when the pizza shop closed at 10:00, they drove around in his car for a bit and went parking near a local park. Amy was nervous when he stopped the car, but Todd didn’t ask her to get in the back seat. Instead, they just looked at the stars through the sunroof and kissed for a few minutes. Then he drove her home, getting her there about five minutes early.
The Newharts noticed their daughter had a dreamy look in her eyes. That made them both reminisce about their high school days; after Amy went up to her bedroom, Tammy unbuttoned her blouse and gave John a good look inside. Smiling, he took her hand and led her up the stairs. Afterwards, they were glad Amy’s bedroom was at the other end of the hall.
For the next few weeks, things progressed quickly in the romance department for Amy and Todd. The next day, Saturday, Todd took Amy to the movies, and they held hands all through the movie, before going parking again. This time he pulled a blanket out of the trunk, and they stretched out watching the stars. Todd rolled towards Amy and kissed her, and she returned the kiss eagerly. That was as far as it went that night, but Amy was very excited, and when she went to bed, she jilled herself furiously, twice.
The following Friday, the weather didn’t cooperate, so when they went parking, they got in the back seat of the Taurus. They began kissing, just like before, but this time Todd began running his hands all over Amy, rubbing her back and bottom, and slipping one hand between them, to touch her breasts through her tank top. Amy moaned as the new sensations overwhelmed her. When he took her hand and put it on his jeans, she rubbed his erection until he moaned as well.
Saturday, Todd stepped up his campaign. He began rubbing the young woman’s tits almost immediately, and when she moved a hand to his crotch, he stopped her. “Hold on. Give me a moment.” Then he surprised her by unzipping his pants and lifting. He pushed them and his boxers down his thighs, then took her hand and put it on his bare cock. “Ummmm ... just like that,” he murmured, as he taught her to give him a hand job.
Amy and Todd in the back seat
Amy was amazed as a thick white cream spurted out of her boyfriend’s cock as he moaned in pleasure. Most of it got on his shirt but some got on her hand. She wasn’t sure what to do and ended up wiping it on her jeans. Then Todd decided to return the favor. He pulled her tank top out of her jeans and pushed it above her tits. Then he leaned over and began kissing and sucking her nipples. Amy shrieked as her body was overwhelmed with desire, and she put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him in. She was bucking against him and came twice while he played with her breasts. Afterwards, he pulled away and she found his cock was stiff again, so she gave him another hand job. Both teens went home very happy.
Amy’s life changed the following weekend. Friday, She and Todd went out again, ostensibly to the movies, but instead went to a nearby park. There was no pretense that evening. Todd laid a blanket out in the grass and the teens began necking immediately. After half an hour, Todd and Amy were naked, and he maneuvered her onto her back. As she kissed him feverishly, he positioned himself above her and sank his cock into her very willing pussy. It was unlike anything Amy had ever felt before. She had heard that the first time was painful, but there wasn’t any pain, just an amazing and wonderful sense of pleasure. She was going to have to do this again!
They made love twice more that night, and both times Amy experienced multiple orgasms. Finally, when they separated to dress and go home, she asked, “Do you have any tissues? Any napkins?”
“What for?” asked Todd.
“Because I am leaking and need to clean up. Do you need a more detailed explanation?” Amy couldn’t believe Todd didn’t understand this. Was he that clueless?
“Uh, sorry, I don’t have any.”
“Then give me your handkerchief,” she told him.
Todd fished out his handkerchief from his pants pocket and then stared disgustedly as Amy used it to wipe between her legs. “Want it back?” she asked with a laugh before tossing it onto the grass. Then they dressed and got in the car.
On the drive home, Amy reached over and held Todd’s hand. The teen kept his face still even as he thought about what that hand had been doing only a few minutes before. When he got her home, Amy leaned over to kiss him, and he whispered in her ear, “Tomorrow, wear a skirt and blouse.”
“Why?”
“It will be easier to take your panties off,” he told her.
Amy blushed and nodded. Then she gave him a second kiss and hopped out of the car and ran to the house. She waved to her mother, sitting in the living room reading her tablet, and then ran up to the bathroom to clean up before going to bed. Amy’s mother shook her head with a small smile and went up to bed herself. She was pretty sure what her daughter had been up to and decided to get some of her own with her husband.
The great romance came to an end the next night. Much like Todd had suggested, Amy wore a skirt and a blouse, plain cotton bra and panties, and sneakers. Todd drove to McDonald’s for a quick meal and then they went parking. The weather had turned to rain, so they ended up in the back seat. Amy ended up giving Todd a hand job, and then he pulled her panties off and had her crawl onto his lap, her skirt around her waist. She began riding him as he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra over her breasts. She rode him until he came in her pussy twice, and then they left. At least this time he had grabbed some extra napkins from McDonald’s.
That night, when she lay in bed thinking about their last few dates, she came to a terrible realization. No matter what Todd had told her, he wasn’t in love with her. He was in love with fucking her. She couldn’t even call it making love. It was simply sex, raw sex - fucking! She was a low-cost way to get his rocks off. They had only been to the movies once. The only place he had ever taken her to be seen was Alfredo’s where he could show off his latest conquest to his teammates. Todd enjoyed what they were doing, but only Amy’s previously unknown sexual drive allowed her to enjoy it as well. He had never once asked if she was using birth control and didn’t even offer to use a condom. She went to sleep crying quietly.
Monday in school, Amy skipped waiting for Todd in the lobby and sat at a different table at lunch. If he noticed, it was hard to tell. By Tuesday he was already holding hands with one of the cheerleaders. Amy went over to Kelsey’s house after school and had a good cry with her friend, during which they loudly discussed the utter worthlessness of men, all men. Then she was over it, after making a solemn vow not to have anything to do with anybody with the Y chromosome.
That vow lasted about two months. It was easy enough when Todd’s teammates started hitting her up for dates, figuring she was going to be an easy lay. She turned them all down, even going so far as to slap one of them in the high school lobby when he pushed her too hard. That elicited a number of comments about a ‘bitchy dyke’ but she ignored them.
The situation changed the first week of December. Her birthday was December 15, when she would turn sixteen. The week before, Ben Carson visited, carrying an envelope. Ben was one of Amy’s oldest friends, going back to when they had gone to Bowie Elementary together. “Hi, Ben. Come on in,” said Amy’s mother at the front door.
Amy came around the corner from the kitchen. “Hi, Ben.”
“Hi. I came over to say, ‘Happy Birthday.’ That’s next week, right?” he said.
Mrs. Newhart left the teens in the living room.
Amy smiled at her friend, Ben was much taller than she was, but when you were her height, that seemed to be most of humanity. He was also kind of skinny, though not ridiculously so, and he had a goofy smile most of the time. “Next Tuesday,” she told him. She reached out and took the envelope from his hand. “You didn’t have to do this, Ben.”
“I wanted to.”
Amy didn’t think anything of it for the moment as she opened the envelope. It was a standard Hallmark friendship card - ‘Once in a while you find a friend who makes it all worthwhile.’ On the inside it said something similarly saccharine. What was different was what Ben had handwritten in. ‘To my best friend, and maybe something more.’
She looked at her gangly friend. ‘Thank you, but I’m surprised.” She grabbed him and pulled him over to the couch and sat down next to him. “Ben, what did you mean by that?”
“Uh...”
“Something more? What do you mean?” Forced on the defensive, Ben stammered as he tried to answer his friend. Amy gave him an odd look and asked, “Are you asking me out on a date?”
Ben rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, I guess I am. We’ve been friends since forever. Have you ever thought about becoming more than just friends?”
“I don’t know. I guess we’ve always been just friends.” Amy considered him for a moment, her thoughts going a mile a minute. Ben had always just ... been there. Always in the friend zone. He was her oldest friend, certainly her only male friend.
“Maybe I was wondering if you just wanted to remain friends. I mean, that’s cool, but, well, what if...” He never finished a coherent statement but just meandered to silence.
“Wow ... just ... wow,” said Amy. She looked at her friend. Ben was a junior like she was, but almost a year older. He had been born in January, so he was already sixteen, and would be seventeen in another month. He was good-looking, in a goofy sort of way, she thought, and she knew he wasn’t as cold and selfish as some other boys. She knew that for a fact. “You want to go out on a date?”
“Well, uh, maybe, uh, yeah,” stammered the teen. Then he seemed to summon up his courage and continued. Maybe he could brazen it out. “Yeah, I’d like to take you out. I’d have asked you earlier, but you were dating that football player, and then, after you broke up, it seemed like you didn’t want to date anybody. Kelsey told me that I should ask you.”
Amy stared. “Kelsey told you to ask me out?” She was going to have some words with her friend.
Ben nodded. “She said you wanted me to ask you out.” He suddenly felt nervous.
“Kelsey said I wanted you to ask me out?” she asked incredulously.
“Uh ... yeah.”
“She’s dead!” Amy gave a quiet shriek and shook her head. “So? What did you have in mind?”
“Whatever you wanted to do. I don’t know. Movie? Miniature golf? A romantic booze cruise out of Annapolis?” Ben said.
That got a laugh out of the girl. “I don’t think a booze cruise is going to happen. Let’s try minigolf first. We can do the booze cruise for a second date.”
“Uh, how about the Christmas dance, at school?” he asked.
Amy stared at her friend. She had turned down several other invitations to the dance, and it was less than two weeks away; she’d never get a dress in time. “The Christmas dance? Nothing like a little warning, Ben!”
“Uh, well?”
Amy rolled her eyes. “Okay, if I can find a dress.”
Ben’s eyes lit up and his grin went from ear to ear. She stood and he followed her to the front door, where she kissed his cheek and sent him home. Then it was off to the kitchen, where she found her mother.
“How’s Ben?” Tammy asked.
“Okay, I guess.” Amy’s mother turned to face her daughter. “Ben asked me to the Christmas dance!”
“That’s nice. Did you say yes?”
“God, Mom! It’s less than two weeks! I don’t have anything to wear! I told him yes if I could find something.”
Tammy snorted out a laugh. “Then the answer is yes. We can find something.”
“Mom!”
“Okay, come with me.” She left the kitchen and headed up the stairs. Amy followed as they went down the hall to the girl’s bedroom. “Now, what do you have for party dresses?”
“Nothing you haven’t seen before.” Amy opened her closet door, despairing of the clutter inside. The pair pulled out several dresses, but nothing was right. Everything Amy had was either for a girl much younger or simply didn’t fit. Almost all of it was tossed on the bed for eventual donation to the Salvation Army.
“Well, that was a bust,” laughed Tammy. “And I don’t think I have anything that will fit.” She led the way down the hall to the master bedroom. Amy stared at some of her mother’s clothing. The master closet was much larger than hers, and her mother had a surprising amount of sexy clothing. Unfortunately, her mother was at least half a foot taller than her daughter, and slimmer; none of her dresses, long or short, would fit. “Not a problem,” she commented. “We can go shopping this weekend.”
“That’s less than a week before the dance, Mom!”
“You worry too much.” Tammy ushered Amy out of the room and then closed the door. Choosing clothing for her daughter’s date night had gotten her own juices flowing. She stripped out of her clothing and pulled on a halter topped sundress. Her husband would be home soon, and she could do with some loving. Then she grabbed her phone.
Tammy preparing for a fun night with John
The next morning, Amy’s mother told her, “You’re not going to school today. We have a few errands to run.”
“Huh? What errands?” This was something new to her.
“We’ll leave at ten or so.”
“Where are we going?” Amy asked.
“The health center.” Amy was on the verge of asking why, when her mother continued, “You need an STD test.”
“WHAT?”
“Amy, I know that you and that Todd boy were having sex. Now, you’ve broken up with him, and that’s your business, but I also know you weren’t using a condom. That means that if he had a sexually transmitted disease, you might have one. I should have done this weeks ago, but if you are beginning to date again, we need to do this.”
“MOM!” protested the teen.
“Oh, give me a break. I know the truth. I’m the person who does the wash around this house, and I know what dried cum in your panties means. I’ve had more than a few loads in my own panties over the years. Anyway, if you have cum in your panties it means you weren’t using condoms. It’s as simple as that. We’re going to get a test done and then go shopping for a dress for you for the dance.”
Amy turned bright red hearing that her mother knew she had been having sex with Todd and then turned even redder when her mother admitted to having sex as well. Could anything be more embarrassing? “Uh, Dad, uh, have you said anything to him?”
“No. This is between you and me. Still, I need to emphasize how dangerous what you were doing was. Do you understand that? There are diseases out there that don’t have cures!” Amy had to sit through a very pointed lecture on sexual behavior and health, one that lasted until they went to the health center. She peed in a cup and had a blood sample taken and then gave both her and her mother’s cell phone numbers. The results would be texted in a few days, and Amy’s mother insisted on knowing what was happening. Afterwards, they went to lunch at a nearby mall, where they would be able to shop for a dress.