When I was a firefighter Chapter 4 part 4 of 11

When I was a firefighter
Chapter 4 part 4 of 11

“I love that feeling so much!” she whispered. Then she continued, saying, “Almost as much as I Love you!”

Cherry was making a reference to the first time I told her that I loved her just a few days ago and I noticed it
 immediately.

“Really?” I asked. “You love me?”

Cherry just nodded emphatically and smiled so wide that it turned into an overjoyed laugh. That was the first time she said the words to me, and I was in heaven.

“I’ve never been in Love before you; you are the first one I’ve ever said that to,” Cherry confessed.

I said, “I know I’m in Love with you.” Then I teased her by asking, “But if this is your first time being in Love, how do you know it is real Love?”

In complete seriousness, Cherry whispered, “Because I can feel it right here,” and she pointed to her upper stomach. She said, “It feels funny—warm and tingly—right here when I think about you, and I think about you all the time. When I am with you my heart races for no reason and nothing in the world matters and time stands still. But when we have to part, it feels like we were only together for a few seconds. And every second we apart feel like an hour—or even a day. Each minute I must wait to see you is an eternity. That is how I know.”

Unable to say it any better myself, I said, “That’s exactly how I feel about you,” and I kissed her again. My dick was still just as hard as it ever was and still buried to the hilt in her, but we were both just resting that way. I checked to make sure my shirt was still in place under us (and it was) before I pulled out of her. I grabbed the shirt and caught what little of our juices dribbled out of her and Cherry rolled to her side as I repositioned to spoon behind her. She spotted the clock on her dresser.

She whispered, “I didn’t realize it was so late; we’ve been making Love for hours!”

I said, “Wow, you are right; and you have school in the morning. I hate to, but I should go so you can sleep.”

With a sleepy voice, she asked, “Not yet? Can you put it back in me again? I want to fall asleep with it in me. Do not go until I am sleeping? Ok?”

I agreed, and she lifted her leg slightly so I could re-enter her before she let her leg rest again. Cherry turned her head to look back over her shoulder at me for a moment and I kissed her goodnight. My arm was under her head, and she used it as a pillow while I wrapped both arms around her to hold her tight to me. Cherry’s hair was in my face, and I made no effort to move it; preferring to enjoy the light, fruity fragrance of her shampoo.

I was barely aware of precisely when Cherry fell asleep as I was almost asleep myself. I elected to wait a little longer to make sure she was fully asleep so that I would not wake her when I attempted to move my arm out from under her head. I suddenly became strangely and vaguely aware of my mom telling me it was time to get up. That was bizarre because that was something that had not happened since I lived at home with my parents. I was trying to make sense of it when, in an instant, I was flying as though I had just been hit by a bus. My arms and legs instinctively shot out in an attempt to grab onto something to catch me but found only more air. I first hit the wall and then the floor. It was only then that I realized there was entirely too much natural light in the room for the middle of the night and Cherry was hushing me before I could utter a sound. I had fallen asleep, and it was morning! Cherry’s Mom was waking her for school and wanted to know why her door was locked. I (along with Cherry) was at a new level of panic!

“Just a second!” Cherry yelled to her mom through her door.

“Cherry, you open this door right now!” her mom demanded.

A shoe hit me in the head moments before another landed on my crotch followed by my clothes. The dead are not as silent or still as I was at that moment. I was certain, however, that the world could hear my pounding heart!

“Cherry Chastain: if you don’t open this door this instant--!”

“OK, MOM! Just a second! JEEZ!”

I could see Cherry’s feet from under the bed and I knew that she was still naked. In full panic, she unlocked the door and opened it just enough to poke her head around from behind the door. Her Mom was not satisfied with that and pushed her way into the room.

“What the hell, Cherry? Why are you naked? And why does it smell funny in here???” she demanded.

“MOM! Get OUT, PLEASE?!” Cherry said at the same time.

“Answer me! What are you doing?”

Thinking quickly, Cherry said, “Fine: if you MUST know…I was…UGH! I was…. you know!”

Her mom said, “No I don’t; what are you doing in here?!”

Cherry groaned, “I was…masturbating. THERE! Are you happy now?”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Cherry! Knock it off and get ready for school!”

“OK! Can I just have some privacy? PLEASE?” Cherry nearly demanded.

“Fine; you have an hour before the bus comes. You are not a little kid: act like it and keep an eye on the time! I should not have to tell you this!”

“I know Mom…I got it…”

With that, Cherry’s Mom left her alone to get ready. I was unable to move. I heard the door lock again and Cherry jumped on the bed, peering over the side to check on me.

She whispered, “I’m glad you are still here, but WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!”

“I fell asleep—sorry!” was my only pleading defense.

Cherry stretched down to me and kissed me good morning before taking my hand to pull me up from my hiding place. It was only then that it dawned on me that she was ‘the bus’s that hit/shoved me, sending me flying. I crawled over her bed and we were both still naked.

Cherry put a finger over her lips and whispered, “Come on; let’s get a shower.”

She opened what I thought was a closet door and it led to her own private bathroom; her closet was on the opposite side of it. I was relieved to know that I was going to get to use the bathroom because I was about to burst! I lifted the toilet seat and Cherry stopped me in my tracks.

She silently yelled, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ARE YOU INSANE?!”

I whispered back, “What? I must pee!”

“Have you ever heard what you sound like while peeing standing up? You cannot pee standing up!”

To be continued