Accepting Cherry

by Chrissy Snyder

  I look down at my lap, embarrassed. He’s been so nice. I can’t believe I’m about to do this, but before I back down I blurt out, “I’m thinking of going to college.”

  I haven’t told another soul. My nerves are jangling and my heart is pounding in my chest as I wait and wonder what he’ll say. “I think that’s awesome. It’s cool to see a girl wanting to better her future. Let me know if there is anything you need and I’ll help you.”

  “Why would you want to do that, Sawyer? I mean we barely know one another.”

  He nods. “I know, but I want to remedy that and get to know more about you. I want to know everything,” he murmurs.

  Oh shit.

  My stomach sinks to my feet. If he knows everything he won’t think so highly of me and he’ll run for the hills.

  “Hey,” he says. “What did I say? Your whole face changed.”

  He cups my chin in his hand and pulls my face so I have no choice but to look him in the face. I take a deep breath while looking into his eyes. “There is no way you want to know everything about me. Knowing everything would make you run.” I finish with conviction.

  He shakes his head negatively. “I’m not going anywhere, Baby. I’m here to stay.”

  With that he bends his head and touches his forehead to mine. “We all have secrets, Cherry. We all have shit or baggage that we’re ashamed of. It’s what makes us human.”

  My pulse is hammering wildly while his eyes look deep into mine. Can I trust him? I don’t know, and I don’t have time to think about it further as he brushes his lips over mine softly. I shiver in pleasure and kiss him back. Then out of nowhere he bites my bottom lip, hard. I gasp, shocked, and he takes advantage of my open mouth by thrusting his tongue inside, tangling it with mine. He licks over my lips and across my teeth, out tongues dancing together in a frenzy. He fists his right hand into my hair, gripping tightly.

  I’m panting, my panties soaked. I clench my legs together to alleviate the ache between them. My pussy is throbbing, achy, and needy. He breaks away from my mouth, breathless, and kisses up my jaw toward my ear. He runs the tip of his nose down my neck. I shiver as he bites down where my neck meets my shoulder, my skin breaking out in goose bumps as I tremble with desire. He runs his left hand down my side and underneath my shirt, making his way toward my breast. He cups it, squeezing gently. He tugs down on my bra cup and finds my nipple with his thumb, rubbing it back and forth, making it harder than ever. I sigh as he brings his hand around to my back and unclasps my bra, releasing my very full, but firm breasts. I know he’s seen me strip before, but this is different somehow. It’s like he’s seeing them for the first time.

  He grabs the bottom hem of my shirt and looks in my eyes. I know what he’s asking. I nod. He removes my shirt and pulls my bra completely off, tossing them both aside. “Christ you’re fucking beautiful, Baby.”

  I sigh happily. He’s so sweet to me. A part of me worries that things are moving too quickly, but in reality we’ve been building up to this for a while. I may have been turning him down and declining his invites, but with each interaction our attraction grew until I couldn’t ignore it any further.

  The cool air feels good on my skin, making my nipples harder. Sawyer growls and then licks his way across my collarbone, following his trail with tiny kisses along my entire torso. I shiver and giggle as he kisses then licks along my side, the scruff on his face triggering my tickle spots. I arch my back in pleasure as his mouth closes over my breast, causing me to gasp. I thrust my fingers into his hair and grip his head, holding it to my chest. That feels so good. He alternates licking and sucking, working my breasts expertly.

  I’m squirming, needing something, and needing more. I’m desperate for him to touch my pussy, shocked that I’m close to coming from the contact and I wonder if that’s possible. He brings his mouth back to mine and we continue kissing as I bring my hands up and run them underneath his shirt and across his abs. I’m almost giddy with desire when he opens the buckle on my shorts, pulling them down my body and taking my panties off with them. I lie there, naked and feeling vulnerable. Yes, I strip for a living, but this is different and I wonder if he can feel it too. Judging by the look on his face, he does.

  Sawyer sits back and looks at me, his chest heaving with harsh breaths. He has an incredibly large bulge in his pants. I shiver with anticipation as I reach forward and pull his shirt off of his body, revealing his incredibly sculpted torso. He has ink running up both of his arms and across his pecs. He’s gorgeous and masculine, with muscles everywhere. His biceps are flexed and he has an eight pack that I can’t wait to dip my tongue into. Damn he is fine. Yum. We can’t seem to keep our hands and mouths off of each other. Sawyer’s mouth feels like it’s everywhere at once, and he has me fidgeting on the couch, desperate for him to fucking touch me already. I can feel how wet I am, as it’s running down the inside of my thighs. Sawyer bends down and runs his nose down my belly and through my pussy.

  “Fuck, I love your smell,” he says, inhaling deeply. “Fucking delicious.”

  He runs his nose over my folds and along my groin, goose bumps appearing in his path. I shiver at the sensation as he uses the scruff on his chin to scrape along my bare, smooth skin. I moan loudly as he growls low in his throat before suddenly swiping his tongue over my pussy and through my folds for a long leisurely lick. I make a sound deep in the back of my throat and thrust my hips in his face, grinding my pussy against his tongue shamelessly, begging for more.

  He laughs against my lips. “Hold on tight, Baby. I’m going to give you a good ride.”

  Oh Yes, Please. I’m not above begging. Sawyer thrusts his tongue up my core, mimicking the motion of fucking. He alternates that with licking and sucking on my throbbing, aching clit. I grip his hair tightly and groan aloud, my body flushed with desire as I cry out. “Oh, yes. Please more. Don’t stop”. I’m incoherent and reduced to whining, but I don’t care. I can feel myself getting close. My hips are circling frantically. Sawyer thrusts two fingers inside of me and grits out, “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. C’mon, give it to me. Come for me.”

  With those words out of his mouth, he settles his mouth around my clit and sucks, all while pumping his fingers in and out of me. My body trembles. The intensity of my orgasm is rocking my body. I can feel my pussy milking his fingers as I continue to shudder and jerk. Sawyer sits back panting harshly, his face wet with my juices. “Fuck, you’re amazing, Baby. I love watching you come,” he says.

  I smile and think I must sound and look like a purring kitten lying stretched out in the sun. He leans in to kiss me and I can smell and taste myself on him, and it’s so hot. I’ve just had an incredible orgasm and I’m ready for another as my body tingles and shudders. All I can say is it’s been a long time.

  I watch breathless as Sawyer reaches for the button on his khaki shorts and slides them down his hips, pulling his boxer briefs down with them, revealing his cock. Standing proud it is large and thick, the head of his cock swollen and almost purple in color. It’s leaking pre-cum and my mouth waters. I want him deep in my mouth. I want to taste him and have him on my tongue.

  I reach for his cock and feel satin covered steel, hot in my hands. I slowly stroke him, watching his face as he hisses in pleasure. He’s looking directly at me, his eyes dark and hooded with desire. He’s gritting his teeth and I can see the muscles tense and flex in his thighs, his massive thighs. Everything about him is big, especially his heart.

  I sit upright on the couch and lean forward to lick the head of his cock, sighing in pleasure. Immediately I taste his unique flavor, salty and musky, and all man…like him. I can’t get enough as I continue stroking his cock with my tongue and lips. From base to tip I lick and suck, wetting it thoroughly. I moan and suck him deep into the back of my throat as I swallow around him. He groans and puts his hands into my hair, tugging tightly, and I love the little pinch of pain. He uses those hands to set a rhythm, slow and steady as he fucks his way in and out of my mo
uth. I breathe through my nose and watch his face, entranced. I can see that he is close. His stomach ripples and tightens, and his balls pull tight to his body. I’m ready to taste every last drop he has for me, but instead he tugs sharply and pulls me off his cock. I pout, but he stays firm. “I want to fuck you, Baby. Are you ready?”

  O dear God. I am more than ready. He sits down on the couch and pulls me over him, so that I’m straddling his lap, my pussy wet and aching. I slide it along his length while curling my fingers into his hair and rubbing my nipples against his chest. I bend my face toward his so our breaths mingle, and we kiss, our tongues melding together. It isn’t long before we are going at each other’s mouths, voraciously.

  I see him pat the couch, searching for this khaki’s as he pulls a condom from his pocket. I look at him, raising one eyebrow in amusement. “I’m always prepared.”

  Thank God he is. He tears the package with his teeth and rolls the condom down his length. My mouth waters and I’m sure I’m drooling like a fool. I’m breathing heavily, impatient, my body trembling in passion. Once the condom is in place I slowly slide myself down his length, savoring inch after inch. Sawyer is looking at me, watching me as I engulf his cock. We groan in unison, enjoying the sensations coursing through our bodies. I can feel his thickness stretching me, causing a bit of discomfort. It’s been a long time so I was expecting it, but it doesn’t help that he is well endowed. I sigh, the full sensation causing my entire body to shiver.

  My nipples are in hard points, rubbing against his chest. I wait until I am fully seated and then twirl my hips, silently asking him to move with me. We are connected as tightly as two people can be, sharing more than just our bodies. We are looking at one another, lost in the moment. Sawyer groans low in his throat as I move my hips in his lap. His grip is tight on my body as he pulls me up almost entirely off of his cock. He slams me back down and I cry out in passion.

  The only sounds in the room are of our bodies slapping together and our harsh breathing. He sets a fast, steady pace, both of us panting. I look down and watch his cock, tunneling in and out of my tight pussy, and moan when I see that his cock is wet and covered in my cream. He continues the pace and I know I’m very close. He reaches between our bodies and uses the pad of his fingers to massage my clit in small, tight circles. I detonate almost immediately, screaming his name as I come, my orgasm intense. My back is arched as I bounce up and down on his cock, my pussy fluttering around him.

  Sawyer’s release follows close behind mine, and he grips my hips tightly as he comes, his face contorted in ecstasy. I can feel every hot spurt inside of the condom as my pussy continues to milk his throbbing cock. I’m still shivering, my pussy rippling as I come down from that epic orgasm. I breathe into his neck, feeling his hands rub up and down my back. Eventually, I sit up and slowly slide off of his softening cock, sighing as he slips out of my body. Even semi-erect he is quite impressive. I watch as he ties off the condom and asks where the bathroom is. I point him in the general direction and admire his tight ass all the way down the hall. A few minutes later he is back, carrying a cloth, intent on cleaning my pussy.

  “I can do that,” I tell him.

  He shakes his head. “I know, but I want to, Baby,” he insists. “I want to take care of you, because I don’t think you’ve had enough of someone taking care of you,” he finishes softly.

  Oh God, I’m going to cry. I can feel my eyes welling up as he pulls me into his arms. “Hey…it’s all going to be ok. Just have faith,” he says softly.

  Geez, can he get any better?

  “You’re a really nice guy, Sawyer,” I whisper.

  We sit like this for a while, him holding and rocking me. Finally, we sit up and put our clothes back on. Everything is easy and relaxed with us. There is no more awkwardness. I sigh happily. Maybe things are looking up after all.

  I’m about to ask what he wants to eat, but he beats me to it. “How about we order something to eat, Baby?”

  We agree on Chinese and I put in the order. We both like the same dishes, which is nice. Not many people like some of the hotter Chinese dishes, but I do, the spicier the better. My stomach growls as I think of the coming food and I notice our drinks have dwindled.

  I grab Sawyer another beer and top up my wine glass before heading back to the living room to sit down. The conversation between us is easy, comfortable, picking up where we previously left off.

  “So why nursing, baby?” Sawyer asks. “Why not accounting, or business?”

  I laugh as he asks his questions. “Numbers are definitely not one of my strengths and I’ve always wanted to be a nurse. I want to take care of people and comfort them in their time of need. My Mama is a nurse,” I finish quietly.

  He takes a sip of his beer and I watch his Adam’s apple as he swallows. I see the question on his face. “You haven’t told me much about your Mom,” he says. “Does she live nearby?”

  I look at Sawyer, contemplating what to say. “I don’t see or speak to my Mama anymore,” I tell him softly. “She changed after Daddy died and we had a falling out.”

  I don’t even realize I’m crying until he reaches up and runs his thumbs under my eyes, wiping the wetness away. “Don’t cry, Baby. I’ve got you,” he says. “I get it. You lost your Daddy and somehow along the way you lost your Mama too, but you have me now,” he says with conviction. “I’ll be anything you need, if you let me.” I hug him as tightly as I can.

  He gets it, and he gets me. It’s been so long since someone understood me, or wanted to be there for me, in my corner, and I’m overwhelmed by his show of support.

  I don’t know what to do with all the emotion, but Sawyer just keeps holding me and murmuring things into my ear. We continue to talk quietly after that, familiarizing ourselves with each other, and Sawyer has me laughing in no time, making my dimples appear. What a silly, crazy, nice, and all round good guy.

  We finish up the Chinese and Sawyer calls it a night, saying he has several back to back meetings booked for the earlier part of the week. We exchange numbers and he leaves, assuring me he’ll call me. I lock up behind him and lean my back against the door, sliding down until I’m sitting on the ground, giddy with happiness, but also a bit afraid.

  I really like Sawyer and want this to go somewhere, but could it? Will I let it? Eventually I’ll have to trust him, and share parts of my life I don’t want to. I can’t just hide what happened to me forever. Maybe he’ll believe me…when everyone else didn’t. I’m really scared to find out.

  I pull up and drag myself down the hall, getting ready for bed. What if he doesn’t believe me? What’s the alternative? I finish washing my face and brushing my teeth, throwing my tired body into bed. I yawn widely, my jaw cracking loudly. I’m so tired, but a part of me is wired. I’m surprised when my brain finally shuts down long enough for me to fall asleep, exhaustion winning as my eyes close.

  “You really need to pay attention, Charisa. You keep waiting on your Prince Charming and your fairytale life. Pay attention, because life throws curve balls, and people get hurt and disappointed.”

  I roll my eyes at the play by play of what Mama was harping on before school. ‘Yeah, Mama, I’m pretty sure I figured that out on my own.’ She makes me so angry. Not only has life let me down, but she’s been a big contributor too. I walk down the empty hall toward my locker, blowing out a big breath, when suddenly I find myself being held tight from behind, one arm tight under my chin and the other banded around my waist.

  “You keep your mouth shut, Cherry,” he hisses into my ear. “Or I’ll tell how you used to love to fuck your guidance counselor any chance you got, you little slut.” Hot tears slide down my cheeks. Why can’t he leave me alone? Why is he tormenting me? Isn’t what he did enough? He enjoys rubbing salt into my wounds, the asshole. What did I see in him? I can’t believe I was planning a future as Mrs. Prince Charming with this prick.

  He tightens his hold even further, grinding his hard cock into my buttocks.
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  “I know you love my special brand of fucking,” he grits out, his breath blowing hotly into my ear. I shudder in fear and anger, my mouth filling with saliva. I have an urgent need to vomit, and I can’t hold back the gagging sounds that come out of my mouth. I whimper softly and shake my head side to side, denying what he is saying.

  Nothing is making any sense. My head feels heavy and I’m confused. I can see the gold doorknob to the guidance office. No! My subconscious mind sees it blurry, then clear, then blurry again as it turns on its own. The door opens to reveal Candy, pointing and laughing at me. “He’s so good, don’t you think? Ready for round two…”

  I bolt upright in bed, my body drenched in a cold sweat, my face wet with my tears. I bring my knees up to my chest, holding on tight to my shivering body. I’ll never be rid of him and rid of these memories. They will always choke me, drowning me in my own bitterness and resentment. I was so naïve, and such a fool. I wish I had known then what I know now. Life doesn’t work like that. You don’t get a do-over, so why am I hanging on to misery? If I only have this one life, then why can’t I let go and just live it?

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Sawyer

  I shouldn’t have done it. Gone to talk to Dad that is. I sat him down and told him about finding Mandy with Mark, and me subsequently breaking it off with her. Dad was really upset, hurting for both of his sons and I hated seeing him like that. I think it was the first time ever that he was at a loss for words, choosing to reach out his hand and grip my shoulder tightly. I left it to him to give the news to Mom. I just can’t stand the pity that would be present on her face. Not now.

  I smile as I think back to our conversation about Cherry. Initially he appeared disappointed of her job choice, but when I explained the little bit she had shared with me I could see his stance soften. I told him I don’t understand the feelings I am having, often feeling a tight pinch in my chest. He smiled broadly, shaking his head from side to side.