Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 4) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 4)

... my skirt.” I said, “Of course it is,” before asking rhetorically, “What else would it be called?” She made adjustments to her uniform to make it feel and look ‘correct’. She had to keep adjusting her kick pants; evidently unable to get them to feel right since she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She called the fight on fixing their feel against her crotch and presented herself to me for approval—mostly to make sure she looked presentable to the public. Once dressed, you couldn’t tell what we had just done. For the first time, the action of what we did was that of a quick and simple fuck session. But we both knew that it was based on a much deeper Love for each other. We kissed passionately for a moment and said we would be counting the endless seconds before we could see each other again and parted ways. I stayed put until she texted me as a signal that it was safe to come out from our hiding place. On the way home, I couldn’t imagine being any happier. That made me wonder why I was still not sure if I was ready to go back to work (which meant I wasn’t ready). What was I missing? There was still something wrong; but what was it? I got home and didn’t even bother to shower before going to bed. I hung Cherry’s panties on the head board with the other pair she gave me as a gift and went to sleep…