Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 6) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 6)

... was a muse, but without Di Vinci’s talent as an artist, no one would know her name today. Getting the Governor to look at your idea only happened because you were smart enough to find a good solution to a bad problem. It’s as simple as that.” I said, “I’m sorry: you mentioned your incredible rear end and I didn’t hear anything after that. All I can see or think about now is your butt.” “You’re a pig,” Cherry said matter-of-fact with a hint of amusement. I chuckled and said, “Yeah, but I’m your pig.” “You are coming to the game tonight, right?” Cherry asked, changing the subject. I replied, “Of course!” Cherry said, “Good. Olivia is having a small party at her place after the game and Mom says I can go. I’ll tell you more about it later, but I have to go for now—school…” I looked at the clock and realized she was about to be late so I let her go after we told each other ‘I Love you’. It wasn’t until I was off the phone that I began to digest what she said and a few problems came immediately to mind. The biggest problem seemed to be that if Olivia was having something at her place, how was I going to be able to be there with her parents there? With their conservative ways, I was sure they would not approve of me being there. And, provided that they didn’t mind my presence there (unlikely), how could we be certain they wouldn’t say anything to Cherry’s Mom? Clearly, it was pointless to worry about it all day, so I let it go and waited to hear from Cherry after school. She texted ...

... me during her last class of the day and told me to meet her in the parking lot when school was out. I looked at the clock and saw that I had 15-20 minutes before I had to go, but I left early anyway. When I pulled into the parking lot, there was a short line of cars; parents waiting to pick up their kids. I took position at the rear of the line and waited like everyone else. Soon enough, Cherry came out and jumped in the car with me and planted a big kiss on my lips. She was wearing a fruity lip gloss that made her kiss all the sweeter. Breaking the kiss she said with a happy grin, “Drive.” “Where are we going?” I asked. Cherry said, “We are supposed to have coffee together! Did you forget?” I said, “Oh, right. And no, I didn’t forget!” While driving to a local coffee shop, Cherry began filling me in on the plans for the night. In a nutshell, the plan was to make an appearance until Olivia had several people at her party (at least so she wouldn’t have to be alone) and we would take off and do our own thing. Cherry’s Mom wasn’t expecting her home until later the next day and Olivia would cover for her in case she called there. I said, “That’s a pretty good plan, but there could be a problem with it.” Cherry asked, “What’s the problem?” I explained, “Olivia’s parents: they will know we aren’t there and will probably say something—as conservative as they are.” Cherry looked at me funny and said, “Yeah, they are conservative, but they won’t be there. They are out of town for the ...