Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 8) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 8)

... Cherry was doing. She was grilling a late lunch on the stove and I couldn’t help dropping into my ‘redneck’ character voice. I joked, “Now: dat’s how I like to see my women folk! Barefoot ‘n’ pregnant while cookin’ in th’ kitchen! Dang girl if you ain’t purtier than my cousin!” Cherry got into her redneck character and said, “Y’all best hush ‘fore Joe-Joe Bob hears you! You ‘member what happent last time he thought we’s foolin’ ‘round—you two was fightin’ out yander so loud the whole trailer park was taking bets. You’d still be fightin’ if the law didn’t show up and ‘rest you both! Still in character I said, “Joe-Joe is lucky his mamma called the law cuz I was fixin’ to whup his sorry ass! Cherry said, “Yeah well, Daddy ain’t gonna let me take the tractor inta town to bail you out again.” The thought of my pregnant wife riding into town on a tractor entered my head and I laughed for a split second before catching myself. Dropping character, she said, “I made you laugh: you lose!” Back in character, Cherry said, “Now why don’t you go sit in the easy chair and watch the TV; I’ll bring you a beer.” Knowing she won the round, I said, “Yes, Ma’am!” Cherry grabbed a beer from the fridge and pointed me towards the living room. I said, “Babe, you don’t actually have to wait on me. What kind of guy lets his pregnant wife wait on him?” She said with seriousness, “Go sit down! Go!” I reluctantly took a seat in my old recliner and she followed me, popped my beer, and served it to me ...

... before saying that she’d be right back and ‘not to move’. A few minutes passed and she returned with a plate full of food; grilled chicken, potatoes, and some mixed vegetables. Cherry stood next to me, turned around so that her legs were backed up to the arm of the chair, and sat down across it; taking a seat in my lap before twisting slightly to face me. Holding a fork up with a bite of chicken on it, she said sweetly, “Open.” I opened my mouth and she gave me the bite to eat. While I was chewing, she took a bite for herself. We continued sharing the plate of food in this fashion—with her doing all of the ‘work’. I just looked at her in amazement. “Why are you so good to me?” I asked. She said matter-of-fact, “You’re my husband. I Love you!” I said, “Yeah but, there are a lot of women that love their husbands and they don’t dote on them while pregnant like you are doing right now. Cherry said, “Oh please! I’m not even showing yet! Trust me: before the baby comes, you’ll be waiting on me a lot, too.” Then she joked, “So, I’m just paying you now for services I expect later!” I said, “I’ll be happy to give you all the ‘services’ you can handle!” Cherry rolled her eyes and said, “You’re a pig!” She kissed me on the lips and took the plate from our finished lunch back into the kitchen. While passing through the living room, she turned on sports center and said she’d be right back. I was getting caught up on all of the sports highlights I’d missed and lost track of time. But it must ...