Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 8) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 8)

... wanted to get right the first time. A little while later, Cherry came in and told me I could get out of the shower. I dried and get dressed again; Amanda and Olivia were still in the kitchen when I left the bathroom. They saw me enter the living room area, and looked at each other. Olivia asked her wife, “Ready?” Amanda affirmed, “I’m ready.” They held hands and retired to the bedroom partially closing the door behind them. From the sounds I could hear, they were getting a shower, too. Knowing I had a few moments, I asked Cherry what she said to them while I was in the shower. Cherry said, “It was nothing really. I was just telling them some things to expect—you know—like how it feels. I didn’t want to say it in front of you because they were already kind of embarrassed. And, I had some suggestions that might make them feel more comfortable while we are actually in the act of ‘helping’ them.” I asked, “What kind of ‘suggestions’ are we talking about?” She said, “Well, for example: the last thing they are going to want is to feel a man’s hands on them—they aren’t used to that. So, if that becomes necessary, I’ll help. And, I offered a suggestion on how to tell us when they are ready for us to join them without talking. When we go in, you shouldn’t say anything. But if you need to, get my attention and whisper it quietly to me; I’ll say something to them if we need to.” I agreed (not that I could really disagree if I wanted to) and Cherry set about getting the suite ...

... ready—mostly by simply pulling the curtains closed in the bedroom and the living room. She pushed the door to the bedroom until it was almost completely shut but left it open just enough to see light coming through the jamb. Then she turned off all of the lights in the living room and kitchen; leaving the room lit only by what sun light came in from around the curtains and a little more from the doorway to the bedroom. It was still easy to see everything in the room, however. We sat on the couch—waiting patiently. Soon, the shower stopped and it was impossible not to listen—although we couldn’t understand what they were whispering because of the echo. “How will we know when they want us to go in there?” I whispered. Cherry said, “They’ll turn out the lights and we’ll wait for a few minutes.” I just nodded in understanding. We could hear them getting in bed and they were saying really cute and sweet things to each other while trying to speak quietly enough to keep us from hearing them. But hotel rooms are not known for good acoustics—sound simply travels too easily. Amanda and Olivia were soon in the throes of passion and it seemed they didn’t even try to hide the fact. Cherry and I just looked at each other and smiled like two kids listening in on the neighbors. After about 20 minutes, the room got just a shade darker—they had turned out the lights. Cherry whispered so quietly that I almost didn’t hear her say, “They’re ready. Take off your pants…” I stood and stripped down to my boxers ...