Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 6) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 6)

... up to me to come up with the idea; that was how I had to ‘repay her’ for watching her and Olivia last night. I was still brainstorming on an idea when it was time to go so she could start getting ready for the game. Fortunately, her cheerleading uniform was in her locker at school. She went inside to change and meet with the other girls while I sat in the car thinking about the night’s plans. A few ideas were coming to mind, but nothing seemed ‘just right’. She wanted something adventurous and with an element of danger, but I also wanted to make sure it was relatively safe (meaning we wouldn’t get caught/arrested), too. I was deep in thought when I noticed the parking lot was starting to fill with cars and people were lining up at the gate. I got out of the car and, as I suspected, Cherry was coming over to get me. She escorted me through the gate as she did the week before and the ticket guy didn’t even look at us this time. I took the same spot as I had the week before so I could watch Cherry during the game and continued brainstorming as they went through mostly the same routine of welcoming the football team on the field. Moments after the kickoff, a familiar voice came from my right. “I see you are back again. Did you ever get that coffee,” he asked. I turned to look and was not surprised to see my ‘buddy’. “Oh, hey. ‘Jim’, right?” I said. Jim nodded and asked, “Was it Dan?” “David,” I corrected. He said, “Oh, right. So, how about it: did she meet you for coffee or ...

... what?” I said, “Yeah, we sure did.” Not accepting minimal answers he asked, “And—how’d it go?” I said, “It was great. We are going out again after the game.” “You’re fucking lying!?” he asked in disbelief. I said simply and matter-of-fact, “I’m not.” Jim said, “Shit: I got to hand it to you—you have skills!” I just shrugged my shoulder like it was nothing. We continued making small talk; mostly he was making the conversation—I was just answering him. He got around to asking me what I do for work and I told him that I was a firefighter from the next town over. Jim said, “Oh, that’s pretty cool. Did you hear about that accident a few weeks ago with the lady and her kid that got hit by a big rig?” I clammed up a bit but answered, “Yeah. I heard about it.” He said, “Yeah, man; that was pretty fucked up. But I hear they have a plan to fix that intersection now. Did you hear about that?” I replied, “Yeah. I heard that, too.” Not wanting to continue the subject, I asked, “So, what do you do?” Jim said, “I’m a security guard.” I looked at him and said, “Yeah, I can see you as a security guard.” Jim said, “I’m not a mall cop, though: I work at the trucking distribution center a few miles from here. It’s a pretty cool job. I usually work the midnight shift so, there isn’t really a lot going on—I just do my own thing and no one messes with me. Trucks come in and, because the place is pretty much locked down, sometimes the drivers just park it and leave until morning. Or they opt to sleep in ...