When I was a firefighter Chapter 6 part 7 of 8

When I was a firefighter
Chapter 6 part 7 of 8

I asked if she was ‘ok’ and she simply nodded her head. I kissed her shoulder and told her that I Loved her. She responded with a single word,
‘Love,’ before falling asleep. I held her for a while to make sure she was sleeping. When her breathing changed to a slower, deeper breath, I knew she was out for the night. I was ready to fall asleep, too, but there were a few things that I wanted to do for her first.

I quietly got out of bed and grabbed the pair of panties she had me hold onto after the game the week before and threw them in the washing machine. She was surely going to want a clean pair of underwear in the morning and my boxers were not likely to suit her. I added a few of my own articles and started a cycle. I got dressed and quickly wrote a note in case she woke up to tell her I had to step out for a few minutes. I went down to the local ‘mom-and-pop’ convenience store and made a direct line for ‘female hygiene products.

“Need any help?” the lady at the register offered.

I replied, “No; I think I know what I’m looking for. But thank you.”

When I accidentally spent the night at Cherry’s, I saw her choice of products under her sink. I found the exact same item on the shelf and made the selection. Walking to the register, I saw a hairbrush that was very similar to the one she used, so I picked it up too. I set them on the counter and the lady scanned the items before putting them in a bag.

“You’ve done this before, I take it?” she asked, referring to the female products.

I said, “Actually, this is my first time buying them for her; I just know what she uses. She doesn’t even know I’m here—she’s sleeping. But she is out and will probably want one in the morning.”

The lady replied, “Well, that is really sweet of you. My husband won’t even go down the aisle at the supermarket, let alone buy them.”

Handing her the money, I said, “It can be a bit embarrassing for some guys, but I’d do anything for her.”

She said, “She’s lucky to have you…”

As she gave me my change, I said, “No: I’m the lucky one.”

She just smiled and wished me a ‘good morning’ (since it was almost 4:30 am) and I said the same to her as I dumped the change in the tip jar again. She thanked me and I thanked her in return as I headed home; purchase in hand.

I got back to the apartment and entered as quietly as I could; avoiding waking my sleeping beauty—the note I left for her had not moved. I put the wash in the dryer, set the bag down in the bathroom, and stripped down before joining the Love of my life in bed. I moved slowly to keep from disturbing her and spooned right behind her, placing my hand on her hip. In her sleep, she grabbed my hand from her hip and moved it up to her chest level, holding my hand in hers—resting between her beautiful, perfect, soft breasts. I couldn’t imagine being more comfortable than at that moment and I quickly fell asleep.

It was around 9:00 when I woke up. We had shifted in the night and I was now flat on my back; Cherry was draped across me—resting her head on my chest. She had one leg over the top of mine and my hand was on her back. I never wanted to move—to just lay there in her arms forever.
But then Cherry stretched on me like a cat waking from a nap before she pulled herself on top of me. She nestled her face into the side of my neck and whispered, ‘good morning’, before falling half asleep again.

I replied with a whisper, “The best morning!”

That incited a giggle from her and she kissed me while seeming to come to life.

She teasingly asked, “And just what exactly makes this morning such a good morning for you?”

I replied, “Because when I woke up, you were in my arms.”

Before I could finish that statement, she pressed her lips to mine, catching my words in her mouth. We both had morning breath again; neither of us cared. Without breaking the kiss, Cherry moved her hips forward enough to free my growing erection trapped between us before pushing back down on it; sighing in contentment as it entered her. She broke the kiss to rest her head on my chest again while rocking her hips on the dick inside of her.

She sighed with a still sleepy voice, “I’m sorry I fell asleep so soon after last night. I do not even remember falling asleep.”

I laughed and said, “You must have been tired! But it’s ok: I was pretty tired, too.”

Cherry said, “What you did last night—it was so mind-blowing and incredible! I mean: you made me cum just by playing with my nipples! And then you made me cum two more times after that! I think you screwed me unconscious!”

I confessed, “You have three orgasms was impressive, but I can’t take full credit for that. I heard you telling Olivia about how you got close before when I focused on your nipples; I just did it for longer to see if I could actually get you there.”

Cherry gasped with a sudden sense of realization, “Oh, shoot! Olivia! What time is it?” She sat up straight, still rocking on the solid dick inside of her while looking for a clock.

I said, “It’s a little after 9:00; why?”

Relieved, she said, “Oh, good. We have some time. We are supposed to go to the mall today—I cannot blow her off after she covered for us last night. That would be rude.”

I suggested, “Do not forget we should probably get a shower and something to eat before we go. Are you sure there is enough time?”

She nodded and said, “Yeah, I am sure. I want to feel you shoot it inside of me again before we get a shower, though.”

I replied, “I love the way you think!”

As she continued to sit atop me, I raised my hips off of the bed and she rocked like a cowgirl on a slow, mechanical bull. Cherry moved her hips in circles that randomly alternated direction while lifting a few inches before settling back down again. Belly dancers do not have as much control over the hips as she did!

After several minutes of giving herself a ride, Cherry leaned down to kiss me. Her hair poured over my head, nearly blocking out all light as her beautiful tits pressed into my chest. I cupped her ass in my hands and she continued rolling her pelvis, slowly grinding it into mine. When she sat up, her hair was still in her face as she held her stomach between her belly button and the bottom of her ribcage.

She said, “I Love you so much, it hurts right here—and it’s the best feeling in the world!”

I expressed that my love for her was just as strong and her hands glided over her proud breasts before continuing up and around the back of her neck.
She ran her fingers through her red locks of hair, lifting them over her head before they lazily fell back down around her shoulders. Using both hands, Cherry brushed her hair out of her face, pulling it back over the top and behind her head. She looked down and into my eyes with a look of pure contentment and a genuinely happy smile; I’m certain my face displayed the same message.

With the morning light pouring through the window, I could see her in the throes of passionate Lovemaking like never before and she was breathtakingly stunning. Her face began to blush, and I wondered if she was suddenly becoming self-conscious for some reason. The blushing spread down her neck and into her upper chest as she began to give that mixed moan, hum, and whine sound which was becoming her ‘trademark sound’. The blushing on her neck and chest turned bright pink like sunburn and I knew what was happening: she was about to orgasm. She leaned back while bouncing quickly on my hard cock for a few moments and my own orgasm was imminent.

I said, “Oh god, I’m going to cum!”

Still leaning back, she responded, “DO IT! NOW!”

I said, “I need to see your face!”

The instant I said that she crashed down on me—planting her lips on mine. The moment our lips touched, our orgasms hit simultaneously, and
Cherry hummed in delight at the feeling of my sperm splashing into her. When our orgasms subsided, she sat up straight and stopped moving.
With her finger, she began tapping the center of my chest.

“Thump-thump…Thump-thump…Thump-thump,” she said in perfect timing with my heartbeat. “I just love that feeling!”

I just smiled and said, “You’re so crazy…”

She replied, “Crazy about you!”

I sat up and crossed my legs at the ankles while giving her another kiss. We could have stayed in bed together all day, but we had to get going before it got too late.

We reluctantly got out of bed and I’d be lying if I said the bed (as well as the two of us) wasn’t a site—we’d made quite a mess. Cherry remarked ‘EW-gross’ before apologizing for the mess. I told her I couldn’t care less about it and I’d take care of it later. She led the way to the bathroom and saw the bag on the counter.

“What’s this?” she asked.

I said, “I picked up a couple of things for you.”

She questioned, “But, this wasn’t here last night—was it?”

I said, “No, I went out this morning.”

She said, “I never heard you leave! I can’t believe you bought me girl supplies! And they are the right ones, too! You are amazing; you know that? Thank you.”

I smiled and said, “You are more than welcome: I’d do anything for you!”

Cherry kissed me quickly on the cheek as a thank you and we got in the shower. Since we knew we were short on time, we only stayed in long enough to simply wash off before we got out and dried off.

While drying off, Cherry said, “So, I think we are going to have a problem: I don’t have any clothes. I could wear some of yours, but I don’t think your boxers are going to work for me very well—if you know what I mean.”


I said, “Hold that thought,” and retrieved her freshly cleaned panties from the drier. “Will this work?” I asked handing them to her.

“You sir are incredible. Did you even sleep last night?”

I just winked at her and told her to wear whatever she could make work from my closet. We brushed our teeth—sharing my toothbrush this time.
While she brushed hers, I finished getting dressed and went to make breakfast. She asked from the bedroom if she could ‘alter’ some of my things and I told her to do whatever she wanted. She came out to the kitchen wearing only her panties and she grabbed a pair of scissors and a black marker from the ‘junk drawer’ before retreating back to the bedroom.

Just as I was finishing breakfast and preparing two plates for us, Cherry came out to present herself to me, holding her arms out to the side in a ‘model’s pose’. The first thing I noticed was her shirt; she took one of my station house t-shirts and modified it heavily—cutting the sleeves and neck out of it and turning it into a tank top that showed off no small amount of cleavage. She cropped the bottom off of it so that it barely hid her navel and the sides were removed; the front and back were held together with a knot. Underneath the t-shirt, she wore a bandeau that I had no idea how she made until I saw her shorts. Her shorts were made from a pair of sweatpants; the legs were cut off just below the crotch and the top hem was rolled over to keep them from sliding off her. The bandeau matched the shorts perfectly which told me she used the legs from the sweats to make it.

After a few moments of stunned silence, I said, “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You don’t mind that I cut up your clothes?” she asked.

I said, “If you are going to look like that in them, you can cut up ALL of my clothes!”

Cherry bounded over to me and kissed me before we sat down to eat. I told her I was not much of a cook, but she humored me and said it was really good. Seeing that time was starting to get short, we finished eating and headed out for Olivia’s place.

During the ride, we relived the previous night’s game of ‘naked capture the flag’ and began speculating what happened to our clothes. Eventually, that turned into a game of trying to come up with the most ridiculous, impossible scenario of where they went and we were laughing uncontrollably by the time I pulled into Olivia’s driveway.

Before we could knock on her door, Olivia opened the door and she looked like she was on the verge of going into a panic.

“Cherry, your Mom just called and wants to see you before we go to the mall—I told her you were in the bathroom but you need to call her right now or she’s going to get suspicious.”

Cherry asked, “How long ago did she call?”

Olivia said, “It was only like a few minutes ago.”

Cherry said, ‘ok’, before going to get her overnight bag to retrieve her cell phone.

Olivia noticed Cherry’s ensemble and asked, “What the hell are you wearing? Where the fuck are your clothes?!”

Cherry called back to her, “Long story; tell you later!”

Olivia looked back at me and I just shook my head as if to say, ‘you’re not going to believe this…’ We could hear Cherry talking to her mom, so we decided to remain silent to make sure we were not overheard. Soon enough, Cherry ended the call and came out to say she had to go home for a minute—just to ‘make an appearance’—and she would be right back.

Olivia looked at her and asked, “Are you nuts? You cannot go home wearing that! Your Mom will kill you AND me! And HIM! It is obvious those are his clothes…”

Cherry looked down for a second before rolling her eyes at her near-fatal mistake, “Oh yes; DUH. Be right back.”

To be continued