Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 2) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 2)

... had not said the ‘three words’ to her yet. I went back over the recent conversation in my head and realized that I had accidently implied it. I started to panic a little—worried that I’d said too much too soon for her comfort (and maybe mine as well). I really had not completely evaluated my feelings for Cherry to that point yet. I knew I liked her a lot; and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. But did I actually LOVE her? Once the thought was in my head, it didn’t take long to figure it out: I was definitely in love with this girl! Sensing hesitation to answer, Cherry said, “It’s ‘ok’ if you misspoke; I won’t be offended. I just want you to be honest with me.” Snapping back to reality I said, “It’s not that; that isn’t why I didn’t answer you. I just didn’t realize that I do love you until you said that. Cherry smiled and leaned down to kiss me; her red hair covering my head. Her lips were the softest and sweetest things to ever touch mine. She said she wanted to feel me on top of her so we changed positions; rolling over without ever becoming disjoined. I was careful not to go too fast or too hard at first for obvious reasons, but also because slow and gentle was more intimate. I kissed her lips again and then moved to kiss her on the neck just below her ear. Cherry tilted her head back, baring her entire neck to me while I kissed my way around to the opposite side. I held the side of her face in one hand while going back to kissing her lips; all while keeping my thrusting ...

... painfully slow.. I kissed my way back down to her breasts; taking one nipple in my mouth while playing with the other. My free hand went further south to find her clit as a playmate—all while continually thrusting deep and slow into her. I had my fingers vibrating her pink little clit just as fast as I could move them. The slow movement of my cock in her combined with the fast stimulation of her clit was sending mixed signals to her brain and she began to coo and moan with pleasure. It didn’t take long before she began to sound like the audio track from a high quality porno. Cherry’s already tight pussy began to get even tighter on my cock and the volume of her voice multiplied significantly. I was doing my best to hold on to my building orgasm which was only being encouraged by her now screaming in ecstasy. She declared at the top of her lungs that she was going to cum. That was the last bit of stimulus I could take: I pushed hard into her as my orgasm erupted with incredible force. The first blast against her cervix triggered her own orgasm and she began a sting of screams to god laced with swearing that she normally didn’t use. As our climaxes subsided and we basked in the glow and each other’s sweat, it became apparent how thin the walls of my apartment were when my neighbor (whom I never met) said with his best impression of a famous country comedian, “Git ‘er done!” That gave us both an unexpected chuckle at that moment; the effect on Cherry was her pussy squeezing my ...