1. Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 4)


    Date: 1/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Hardcore, Male/Teen Female, Romance, School, Young, Author: Muke Hunt Hz, Rating: 95.5, Source: sexstories.com

    the dreams were so real it made me question those beliefs. In attempt to rid my head of these thoughts, I shook my head quickly and made a conscious effort to think about something else. I wondered for a moment if I should try going back to work to keep my mind off of Katie, but then I remembered Chief’s words to me and decided against it. I had never realized how much time I spent at the firehouse until I was forced away from it. Searching for something to occupy my time, I found a small stack of bills that had piled up over the last several days and decided to take care of them. As the last bill was being sealed, my phone rang. I knew it was Cherry before I even picked up the phone—I could just feel it was her (or maybe it was because I had just looked at the clock and knew she was getting out of school). Cherry shared the details of her day with me; I just listened with enthusiasm and amazement at how little things had changed since I was in school. It was the same drama; even some of the names were the same! But since it was about her day, I wanted to hear all about it. We alternated between talking and texting for most of the night until she had to go to bed and the day ended uneventfully. The next day was more or less a repeat of the previous day—spent not getting much done and thinking about Katie and Cherry (in no particular order). When school let out on Thursday, Cherry called to remind me about the upcoming football game (as though I could have forgotten about ...
    it) and asked if I was still coming to watch her. I told her that, of course, I would be there and her voice went up an octave in excitement. Cherry said, “I can’t wait to see you: it seems like forever since I saw you!” I laughed but agreed with her saying, “I know what you mean. It’s only been about 48 hours since we saw each other, but it feels like 48 hours of torture.” “More like 48 weeks of torture! I don’t know if I’m going to make it until tomorrow!” she responded. I asked, “Is there any way you can get out tonight; make up an excuse for something?” She said, “No; grounded—remember?” I said, “Oh yeah; that’s right…damn.” Then I had an idea. I wasn’t sure how well it might work—if at all—but I figured it was worth a shot. I asked Cherry, “What is your address? I want to look you up on Google Earth. If I can’t be with you, at least that might make me feel closer to you.” Cherry said, “Aww, that’s sweet,” and she gave me her address before saying, “I’m going to look up you apartment, too.” We talked for a few more minutes and then had to cut the conversation short since her mom was there to pick her up and take her home. From that point, we resorted to texting for our communications. I looked up her home as I had said and saw that it looked like an average community. The lots in her area seemed a bit larger than some places and there was no shortage of trees or bushes. Seeing her place did help me feel closer to her—for a while anyway. But then I felt like I was teasing ...
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