Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 7) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 7)

... thrilled—like they’d prefer it if Olivia was straight. But they at least treat her and me with respect and they don’t push their beliefs on us.” Olivia said, “They know better now; they know I’m not going to put up with it.” Cherry offered, “I’ll bet they’ll completely forget about it when you have a baby! Babies have that power over grandparents!” The conversation turned back to the prospect of children and it seemed like they were simultaneously trying work out details and beating around the bush about something, too. A few minutes later, Cherry said something that suggested I was ‘on the outside’ of some shared knowledge. Cherry said, “Are you two going to ask him or what?” Olivia and Amanda were unable to talk as they looked back and forth between each other, Cherry, and me. An awkward silence ensued for a few seconds before Olivia spoke. Talking to Cherry she said, “UHHH… We thought maybe you should ask—later…” Cherry said, “I’m not asking! It’s your question!” Curious about what I was missing out on, I said, “Ask who—me? Ask what?” Olivia stammered a bit before saying to Cherry, “Thanks, Cherry! There is really no good way to…Oh, god I’m so embarrassed! Honey, can you ask? I have to…use the bathroom.” Olivia excused herself before Amanda could answer her and I sat there wide-eyed; wondering what was going on. I looked at Amanda and she seemed pretty uncomfortable, too. Cherry looked like she was biting her tongue to keep from laughing while sitting on the edge of ...

... her seat to see what would happen next. Amanda drew a deep breath and let it out before speaking. “Ok, it’s like this: We want to have a baby—you already know that. And we’ve looked into banks and that process; we aren’t very comfortable with it, frankly. They say they have high standards of screening but then you hear the cases of mixed-up deposits. Then you hear the really bad, horror stories of deposits replaced by a lab worker’s own samples—it’s creepy, to say the least. So, we would prefer to actually know the donor.” Amanda’s forehead wrinkled slightly with worry while Cherry was looking at me with her eyes wide open in anticipation of when the light in my head would turn on. The pieces clicked into place. “Are you saying you want me to be the donor?” Almost afraid to answer, Amanda just nodded her head slightly. I said, “Wow. I’m not sure what to say.” Looking to my wife, I said, “You knew about this?” Cherry just nodded her head. Still stunned, I asked her, “What are your thoughts?” Cherry responded, “If I had objected, the subject wouldn’t have been brought up. I told them it was up to you.” Looking back to Amanda I asked, “Are you sure you want me for the donor? I mean, WHY me?” Amanda said, “Olivia said you are a really good guy. You aren’t our type of course, but as far as guys go, you are a good looking guy; you are in good shape; You have a lot of good ‘manly’ qualities—you have good genes! And, you are her best friend’s husband, so we know we can trust you.” I ...