Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 6) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 6)

... the back of the cab. Either way, it means a peaceful night for me.” I said, “That sounds like a pretty cushy job. You are working after the game, then?” He said, “No, not tonight. Another guy is covering for me. But he’s a bit of a slacker. He is always asleep at the desk. This school’s marching band could practice in there tonight and I’d bet he wouldn’t notice.” I shook my head and said, “Yeah, some people are like that: no pride in their work. What can you do?” Jim continued talking but I was only half listening: a light had turned on in my head. I could take Cherry there and we could do some sneaking around or something. The more I thought about it, the better my plan became. Before long, I had a great idea that promised to bring every element Cherry requested and I found I couldn’t wait for the game to end. The game was a much tougher battle for the home team that week and I groaned with feelings of torture as it went into overtime. Eventually the game ended with Cherry’s school squeaking out a win and we were soon free to go. On the way to Olivia’s house, I told Cherry she would need to go home and grab a change of clothes and put them in her overnight bag (without her Mom’s knowledge, of course). And the darker the clothes, the better. She asked if we were going to a heavy metal concert to which I scoffed and only replied with ‘you’ll see’. We pulled up to Olivia’s place and Cherry ran down the road to her home to get the requested apparel while I waited there for her. ...

... Olivia invited me in; her tone much more accepting of me now. Olivia said, “I want to apologize to you.” I asked, “Apologize? For what?” She said, “I’ve been a real bitch towards you. You didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry.” I said, “Don’t give it another thought, honestly. Believe it or not, I get how you felt.” She said, “Cherry said she told you about us—her and me—especially about me—you know. Are you really ok with me being…” her words trailed off as though she couldn’t finish saying it. I asked, “You mean a lesbian?” “SHHHH!” Olivia looked around reflexively, clearly nervous. I said, “What? We are the only ones here right now, right?” She said, “Yeah, but…” I asked, “What’s the problem, then?” Olivia said, “This is just new to me. Not being a—you know—but for anyone besides Cherry to know that I am.” I said, “Olivia, you do know that it’s ‘ok’ to be a lesbian, right? That is a part of who you are, so why hide that from the world?” “You obviously don’t know my parents,” she replied. “I think I know their type: ultra conservative, right?” I stated more than asked. Olivia rolled her eyes and huffed, “You just don’t know…” I said, “I can only imagine how difficult it is for you to hide such an important part of your identity for fear of their reaction. It must be painful. But Olivia, their feelings on the subject are THEIR problem; not yours.” She said, “Yeah, but you don’t know how painful it is going to be for them if they find out. And what they will put me through with the ...