Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 8) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 8)

***Read the first seven or you'll be lost! Thanks for reading. Chapter 8 I had a dream that I was watching TV when I suddenly felt a familiar presence. I looked over at the couch and Katie was watching TV with me. She still wore her blinding-white dress, but she looked nervous for some reason. I said, “Hello, Katie. I haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?” Katie said, “Hi. I’m ok, I guess. But I’m scared about something.” I asked, “Why? What’s the matter?” She looked at me and said, “I’m going to be on TV tomorrow and I’m scared you won’t see me. You have to see me!” I tried to calm her and said, “I’ll watch as much as I can, but I have to work. Do you know what channel I should watch or when?” Katie seemed confused and unsure how to answer before saying, “I think there’s only one channel to watch. I guess it’s an old TV because it’s small and there’s no color. But you have to watch it! Promise me you’ll watch?” I said, “You mean I have to watch one TV in particular?” Katie just nodded her head. I asked, “Do you know where this TV is? I don’t know of any black and white TV’s that only get one channel.” Katie said, “It’s at the fire station… I have to go now.” I said, “But we don’t have any TV’s like that at the station house.” She repeated, “I have to go…” and she was gone. I woke up and found the dream so strange yet seemingly important that I made a note about it before going back to sleep. The next day Cherry called Olivia from work to tell her our decision. Olivia was ...

... really excited and said that they would start getting some necessary paper work together and we’d schedule a session at a later date—once everything was in order. I had no idea what paper work they had in mind (seemed like such a simple thing to me) but I didn’t argue the point. It was their ‘show’, after all. It was just after noon when we got called out to assist another station house with a structural fire. The structure turned out to be a higher end apartment complex. I never liked apartment fires for several reasons. For one, it was ‘close to home’ since I lived in an apartment. Also, because of so many different types of people living there, neighbors frequently knew nothing about each other; preferring to keep to themselves. Subsequently, you couldn’t rely on them to know who was home and who was not. That meant door to door searches for smoke inhalation victims—human and pets. Some pets were friendly; others—not so much. Another reason I disliked them was management. Managers were frequently uninformed or, worse, misinformed about important details like ‘is the power secured?’ or ‘is the gas main turned off?’ or ‘what is the construction of the building?’ We rolled to a stop and got to work. The primary team was on scene before we got there and had command. They were working on clearing the apartments and laying out hoses to combat the fire. The fire was isolated to the kitchen in one apartment on the top floor, so it looked like we would have it under control pretty ...