Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 4) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 4)

... was quiet for a moment and said, “Ok. Sure. What the hell?” I said, “If you feel uncomfortable with giving me your number, I can give you mine so we can set up a time and place.” Cherry smiled and said, “Such a gentleman—it’s ok—hand me your phone and I’ll add it to your contacts.” I handed her my phone and she pretended to add her contact info (which was, of course, already in my phone). As she handed my phone back to me, she stuck out her hand and ‘introduced herself’. “I’m Cherry, by the way.” “David; It is a pleasure to meet you, Cherry,” I said while shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you, too. I’ll see you later, then?” I agreed, “See you later.” With that, Cherry smiled and ran back to her squad. My ‘buddy’ was no longer laughing; standing in shock at what he just saw transpire. “How the FUCK did you do that?” I said, “You saw for yourself: girls like that, you have to talk to them like they are a person and not just a ‘piece of ass’.” He said, “Well, shit. I saw it and I still don’t know how you did it. But, a bet is a bet.” Handing me the payout from the sucker’s bet, he said, “It was worth it just to see it.” He stuck out his hand and said, “Name’s Jim, by the way.” Shaking his hand I said, “David.” A few minutes before the game ended, Jim left and I watched my knockout girlfriend in peace as the game wrapped up. Once officially over, Cherry came over to me and asked how she did. I said, “You were spectacular! I had no idea you could move like that! Where did you ...

... learn to do that?” Cherry said, “I used to take gymnastics before I started cheerleading. I love doing gymnastics, but I don’t like all of the competitions with the behind-the-scenes politics, fighting and bitching. Competitions are very rigid with how you have to act and it just sucks the fun out of it. With cheerleading, I can still do the tumbling and let the real ‘me’ show.” I said, “Well you were nothing less than incredible tonight!” Cherry thanked me with a hug and we went to collect her things. She checked her phone and saw she had a text message from her Mom. “UGH. Mom will be here in a few minutes,” she said. “When can I see you again?” I asked. Cherry said, “I don’t know. Coming to the house is way too dangerous on the weekend and I’m still grounded, so….” I sighed in resignation and said, “I know—it’s ok: we’ll think of something.” The crowd was quickly filtering out into the parking lot leaving few of us left in the stadium. Cherry led me to an area on the far side of the stands that were deserted and we found a small area that afforded a reasonable amount of privacy. I assumed she wanted to give me a quick kiss goodbye without fear of getting in trouble. I fell short with that assumption. She said, “Quick: we don’t have much time,” as she reached under her skirt and pulled her bloomers and panties to her feet in one swift move. I asked, “Are you sure?! Here? Now?!” “Yes, now!” she said. I hastily dropped my pants and pulled my already growing dick through the fly of ...