Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 3) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 3)

... Cherry slept on the couch.” The last sentence was technically true: she slept there with her head on my lap before we went to bed… She asked, “That’s how you got the staples in your head?” I replied, “Yeah; and the stitches in my shoulder.” Cherry’s mom nodded slightly in understanding, but she was still not happy with me. After what seemed like a long talk but actually only lasted about half an hour, Cherry’s mom seemed convinced that I was in complete agreement with her (because I lied my ass off) and we were on good terms when she left my apartment. After I closed the door behind her, I exhaled a large sigh of relief before going over everything in my head again. Ultimately, it didn’t matter to me that she didn’t want me hanging out with Cherry. She was my girlfriend and, as long as she wanted to be, she would remain my girlfriend. But we were going to have to take our relationship ‘underground’ for now. Cherry’s mom had given me a lot to think about. I had every intention of continuing to see Cherry, of course, but things would be more complicated for sure. I found myself pacing around my apartment while trying to figure out how to handle a million different issues. I never realized before then a habit that I had. When deep in thought, I evidently had a habit of running my hand over my head and down to the back of my neck as a way of self-massaging away tension. I became suddenly aware of the habit because every time my hand reached the back of my head, I found a bunch of ...

... staples with no small level of pain. The resulting effect was two-fold. For one, it rudely ended my minor relief of tension. Second (and worst of all), it served as a reminder about Katie, thus adding to my stress. It was almost like a cruel joke: when you have something unpleasant in the back of your mind—well, I had a literal reminder on the back of my head causing me both physical and mental pain. I couldn’t wait to talk to Cherry. Just before 2:30 my phone dinged with a text message from the prettiest girl in the world. Cherry said that she needed to tell me some things and wanted to know if I could talk. I texted back ‘of course’ and waited for her call. Fifteen minutes later, my phone rang, but rather than a phone call, Cherry was calling with FaceTime. Once the video came into focus, I answered by asking how her day was. She said it was ‘fine’ but she struggled because there was so much she needed to tell me. She spent the next ten minutes telling me what I had already discovered from her mom; including that as long as she was in school and living under her mom’s roof, that she was not allowed to date. Finishing her ‘confession’ she apologized for not being completely honest about everything from the beginning. Explaining that she wanted to tell me but was worried about how I might take some of the news, Cherry said that ultimately she knew she had to tell me because she didn’t want our relationship to be built on any lies. I let her finish all that she had to say and ...