When I was a firefighter Chapter 4 part 10 of 11

When I was a firefighter
Chapter 4 part 10 of 11

We shook on his ‘sucker’s bet’ and I had to bite my tongue to keep my composure.

After Cherry’s gymnastic tumble, she didn’t look in my direction very much; clearly playing ‘hard to get’ like I asked her to do. My ‘buddy’ kept laughing about how I was ‘never getting that number’ and that I should just go ahead and hand over the four dollars. Occasionally, she would look in our direction and I would motion for her, but she would just look away like she either did not see or was not interested. Each time ‘buddy’ would start laughing at me again.

It was late in the fourth quarter and the home team had long since secured the win. Thinking of a way to signal Cherry that it was time for her to come and help me complete my charade with this guy, I reached into my wallet and pulled out a random business card, and held it up for her to see.
The card was for a car wash place, but it did not matter. Cherry got permission from Olivia to come over and when she reached the fence in front of me, ‘buddy’ was paying close attention.

Cherry said, “Yes?” as she took the card. Before I could say anything, she handed me the card back and asked, “What’s this?”

Taking the card back I said, “This? This was just to get you to come over here.”

She asked, “Why?”

I said, “I needed to put a voice to the woman.”

Cherry said, “Oh, please—can’t you do better than that?”

She turned to leave, and I said, “Wait! You are right; that was stupid to use a cheesy pick-up line on you. I am sorry. The truth is…”

Cherry looked at me like I was a stranger, and she was ready to shoot me down once and for all.

I continued, “The truth is: you captivated me tonight. And while you are exceptionally beautiful and talented, it was not even that which captured my eye. It is how full of life and how spirited you are.”

Cherry replied, “Well, I AM a cheerleader…”

I said, “No: those girls over there are cheerleaders. You are more than just a cheerleader. There is something special about you that I have never seen in another person. I was just hoping we could meet for coffee or something and talk; get to know each other…no pressure.”

She was quiet for a moment and said, “Ok. Sure. What the hell?”

I said, “If you feel uncomfortable with giving me your number, I can give you mine so we can set up a time and place.”

Cherry smiled and said, “Such a gentleman—it’s ok—hand me your phone and I’ll add it to your contacts.”

I handed her my phone and she pretended to add her contact info (which was, of course, already in my phone). As she handed my phone back to me, she stuck out her hand and ‘introduced herself.’

“I’m Cherry, by the way.”

“David; It is a pleasure to meet you, Cherry,” I said while shaking her hand.

“Nice to meet you, too. I will see you later, then?”

I agreed, “See you later.”

With that, Cherry smiled and ran back to her squad. My ‘buddy’ was no longer laughing; standing in shock at what he just saw transpire.

“How the FUCK did you do that?”

I said, “You saw for yourself: girls like that, you have to talk to them like they are a person and not just a ‘piece of ass’.”

He said, “Well, shit. I saw it and I still do not know how you did it. But a bet is a bet.” Handing me the payout from the sucker’s bet, he said, “It was worth it just to see it.” He stuck out his hand and said, “Name’s Jim, by the way.”

Shaking his hand I said, “David.”

A few minutes before the game ended, Jim left, and I watched my knockout girlfriend in peace as the game wrapped up. Once officially over, Cherry came over to me and asked how she did.

I said, “You were spectacular! I had no idea you could move like that! Where did you learn to do that?”

Cherry said, “I used to take gymnastics before I started cheerleading. I love doing gymnastics, but I do not like all the competitions with behind-the-scenes politics, fighting, and bitching. Competitions are very rigid with how you must act, and it just sucks the fun out of it. With Cheerfully l I can still do the tumbling with cheerleading real ‘me’ show.”
I said, “Well you were nothing less than incredible tonight!”

Cherry thanked me with a hug, and we went to collect her things. She checked her phone and saw she had a text message from her mom.

“UGH. Mom will be here in a few minutes,” she said.

“When can I see you again?” I asked.

Cherry said, “I do not know. Coming to the house is way too dangerous on the weekend and I am still grounded.”
I sighed in resignation and said, “I know—it’s ok: we’ll think of something.”

The crowd was quickly filtering out into the parking lot leaving few of us left in the stadium. Cherry led me to an area on the far side of the stands that were deserted, and we found a small area that afforded a reasonable amount of privacy. I assumed she wanted to give me a quick kiss goodbye without the fear of getting in trouble. I fell short of that assumption.

She said, “Quick: we don’t have much time,” as she reached under her skirt and pulled her bloomers and panties to her feet in one swift move.

I asked, “Are you sure?! Here? Now?!”

“Yes, now!” she said.

I hastily dropped my pants and pulled my already growing dick through the fly of my boxers. I picked Cherry up as I had in her shower that morning, but when I tried to lower her onto my cock, she nearly jumped out of my arms.

To be continued