When I was a firefighter Chapter 4 part 6 of 11

When I was a firefighter
Chapter 4 part 6 of 11

I nodded in understanding and asked, “How am I going to get out of here without your mom catching me?”

She said, “I am going to have her drive me to school. I’ll text you when it’s safe to leave; just leave out the back so no one sees you.”
She was inching towards the door when I said, “Hey—before you go: I Love you!”

Cherry seemed to spring from her spot and leaped into my arms in one movement; wrapping her legs around me. The suddenness of the move had me off balance for a second. She seemed not to notice as she grabbed my face and planted a deep kiss on my lips. Our tongues found each other and slow danced together.

Cherry broke our kiss to whisper in my ear, “I Love you, too, David.”

Knowing it would only be moments before her Mom yelled for her again, Cherry got down, went to the door, and waited for me to hide again before she opened it to leave. I was surprised she did not close the door behind her but figured she never closed it and did not want to ‘tip her hand’ to her mom. I could hear the conversation between the two of them.

“Mom, I need you to drive me to school today.”

“Oh for crying out loud! Why did you wait until the last second to tell me? Why don’t you get a ride with Olivia?”

Cherry explained, “I was going to, but she had to leave earlier to go and pick up Lacy”

Her Mom said, “Well, if you weren’t messing around in the shower, maybe you would have been on time to get a ride with her!”

“I wasn’t messing around in the show—“

Her Mom interrupted, “Oh don’t even try, Cherry! I could hear you in there masturbating again! You think I do not know what it sounds like when a girl is getting herself off?!”

“MOM! Can we NOT talk about this?”

Cherry’s Mom was not too quick to drop the subject but tried to change the direction of the conversation. “It is ok to masturbate everyone does it.
You just need to be more responsible with WHEN you do it.”

“Gee, thanks, Mom. Now can we invite all the neighbors over and tell them all about it, too?” That would complete my embarrassment!”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed about masturbating!”

“MOM! Can you stop SAYING THAT?”

Her Mom asked, “saying what? Masturbate? What else am I supposed to call it?”

“I do not know! Call it ‘personal time’ or ‘private time’ or something; do not say…THAT!”

I could hear their voices fading as the front door opened and then closed behind them. The conversation became muffled and then muted, but I knew it continued all the way to Cherry’s school. A few minutes after they left, I got a text from Cherry.

It said, ‘Good morning! How was your night?’

I laughed while understanding it was both her signal and a cover in case her mom saw it. I texted back and said, ‘Good morning to you! I had a great night! You?’

She texted, ‘pretty good’ and added a face icon with its tongue sticking out—an indication that she was being far less than serious.

Not wanting to waste any time in making my getaway, I emerged from my hiding place and opted to go back out through Cherry’s window. The surrounding bushes gave me a better chance of not being spotted. I closed the window behind me and looked around to make sure no one was in the area before stepping out into the side yard. I made my way toward the street and a guy spotted me. Clearly, he knew I did not belong there.

Thinking quickly, I looked away from him and yelled, “Jackie! Here girl!” and began to whistle for my fictitious dog. I asked the guy, “Did you see a little Jack Russell Terrier come running through here?”

He said, “No, sorry,” and I said, “My daughter accidentally let her out—KIDS!”

The guy agreed to say, “tell me about it—I have gotten three. Good luck, buddy”

I thanked him and said that it was not the first time, and the dog always comes back—but you must go look anyway. He laughed in understanding, and I walked towards my car without saying another word. As I got close to my car, I looked back to make sure he was not watching me. The guy was nowhere to be seen, so I got in my car and headed home.

Once I was in the car, I began to reflect on my amazing night with the Love of my life. It was the best, most exciting, and simultaneously scary night of my life, but something was bothering me, and I did not know what it was. I knew it was said, but as I went over it in my head, nothing was ‘jumping out at me.’

I entered my apartment and went to get a change of clothes; still unable to shake the thought that something was ‘wrong.’ I was thinking about how we did not use any birth control, but that should not be a problem since she said her period was four days away at the most. Four days is not long enough for an egg to be fertilized and implant itself before her period comes; so that was not it.

I changed and flopped down on my bed; lost in thought. I could still smell Cherry’s scent on me—her perfume was so light yet sweet. But I could also smell her sex on me. That was strange since we both had a shower already. Then I remembered something: her panties hanging on my headboard. That is when the missing pieces clicked into place.

Unprotected sex when four days away from her period is safe, but SEVEN days are pushing it! Especially when she is still in her teens—girls her age often has a ‘wider window’ for being able to conceive and have a viable pregnancy. And if she were off her schedule even by a day or two, we would have a genuine problem!

The thought of pregnancy was of no real concern to me when we first had sex because I did not know then what I knew now (after the conversation with her mom). I had mixed emotions about the possible predicament we could be facing.

My first thoughts were of how awful it would be for Cherry to have to face her entire school as they watched her stomach grow; telling the story for her about the details of her personal life. Her faithful friends would be supportive, but so many more would ridicule her and say nasty things behind her back (or even to her face). She would have to quit the cheerleading team that she loved so much. Of course, she would have my complete support! I would do anything and everything to make sure she and our baby were taken care of. And I could not imagine anyone I would rather have as the mother of my child—it was just not the right time.

I was wrestling with my thoughts all day when I got a text from Cherry. I had not even realized it was mid-afternoon.

Her text said, ‘Just got out of school. What did you do today (besides me)? LOL’

I texted back, ‘Just thought about you all day.’

Cherry sent me a smiley face and a heart.

To be continued