Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 7) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 7)

... she said that, it took me by surprise—not because she could see it, but because she would openly admit it. Cherry’s graduation was coming up in a few days and I already knew what I was getting her as a gift: I’d been saving up for it for a while! After withdrawing the savings from the special account, I went to pick up her engagement ring—I’d picked it out long before. I was surprised at how fast the money collected in the account, but not at all surprised at how quickly it could be spent! But it the end, it was more than worth it. The day of Cherry’s graduation finally came and excitement filled the air; for her and me as well. The ceremony was held on the school’s football field which just seemed fitting somehow. There were about 400 students graduating that night; the guys wore red cap and gowns while the girls wore white. Of course, each student’s name was called one at a time and they crossed the improvised stage to collect their diploma. After a dozen students had crossed, one could estimate how popular a graduate was by the level of cheers from the crowd. When it was Cherry’s turn, I was not surprised to see the gold tassel on her cap, indicating that she was in the top ten percent of her class. Strangely, what took me by surprise was the crowd’s reaction as she crossed the stage to accept her diploma. I had intended to make sure she would hear me cheering for her, but as it turned out, my lone voice was no match for the enormous roar from the rest of the crowd. ...

... Sure: there were others getting loud ovations, too, but this was deafening! After the last student received his diploma, the principle made a short speech before announcing the class as graduates before nearly 400 red and white caps filled the sky. I was as proud of her as I knew she must have felt at that moment. While waiting for the crowd to start dissipating after the ceremony ended, Cherry’s Mom had a question for me. She asked, “So, David—what are your intentions now with my daughter?” Almost relieved the question was ‘finally out there’, I said, “Well, Cherry has become the single most important person in my life. I don’t even remember what it was like before we met and I don’t want to, either.” I was prepared to continue, but she cut me off, saying, “I thought you’d answer with something like that. You’re going to ask her to marry you. Aren’t you?” I was surprised by her way of cutting to the point and accuracy in predicting my intentions—all I could muster was a stupefied, “Wha…?” She scoffed and said, “Oh, please! I can see it all over your face. Hers, too. It’s so cute it’s disgusting. And I’d tell you two to wait; but you won’t. Just like I didn’t. But I guess that’s ok. Smart isn’t the same as wise and neither of those mean a damn thing when you throw love in the equation. And as much as I hate to admit it, you two have that. And as long as you do, you’ll be fine.” I thought for a second and asked, “Are you saying you approve?” She said, “No, that’s not what I’m ...