Adult stories: The Cheerleader Harem – Part 3
by Rich Richardson
Genres: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male/Female
Happy Reading 🙂
When my geeky friends asked me to go with them to another party, I told them I’d be happy to. After all, the last one had ended pretty damn well for me, and my evening was free, since Amanda had the flu.
“Alright, let’s go get some ladies and meet back here when the party is over.”
“Agreed.”
“Agreed.”
“Sure, whatever.”
My friends and I moved off the front porch and into the sorority house, then immediately split up. Even though we’d promised to meet up again, we all knew that if, by some miracle, any of us took home a girl, we’d ditch in a heartbeat.
“Wow, two parties in a row!” Emma said, emerging from the small crowd of people. This event was a lot less outrageous than the last one, so we could actually hear one another over the music without shouting. She hugged me and said, “I’m so glad that you made it. You really need to start trying new things.”
“Well, I can’t stay in my house all the-” She interrupted me by giving me a wet sloppy kiss. I even felt her tongue try to push into my mouth before she pulled away.
“Just play along.”
Emma grabbed my arm and pulled me into another room, where several football players and three other cheerleaders were sitting on busted couches and armchairs.
“Guys, this is my boyfriend.”
She covered my lips with hers before I could ask her what the fuck was happening.
A guy I recognized as the school’s second string linebacker came up to me. “Damn, you’re lucky. Emma’s great, and she’s told us a lot about you.”
“Really? She should know better than that.”
“You’re funny. I’m Ben, by the way.”
“Alex.”
“What’s your major?”
“Engineering. Yours?”
“Communications.”
“Of course it is.”
“You here with anyone else?” Max asked me, sitting on a couch alongside two girls with platinum blonde hair and way too much makeup. “I thought
I saw you come in with a few people.”
“Yeah, I take Russian 103 with those guys.”
“You’re taking Russian? That’s really cool. We’re all taking Swahili together.”
“We need to go do something,” Emma said, before I could make another snide comment. “We’ll be right back.” She quickly pushed me out of the room. “Ok, so you probably want an explanation for that.”
“You think?”
“I’ll tell you all about it, but you need to help me sell this lie.”
I jerked away before she could force my hand onto her ass. “Explanation first. Groping second. Why do they think that we’re dating?”
She sighed. “Do you remember when we told that guy you were my boyfriend so he would leave me alone?”
I nodded.
“Well, the news spread.”
“So why didn’t you correct everyone?”
“Because a lot less guys are messing with me now. Plus, we’re always hanging out anyway, so I figured we wouldn’t have to act all that different.”
“Except for the part where I have to grab your ass and you try to french kiss me.”
“I mean, it’s not the first time you’ve felt me up. What do you say? Can we keep this lie going?”
I weighed my options. Pretending to date Emma meant that I wouldn’t be able to hit on any girls at the party, but it wasn’t as if I was expecting to get laid anyway.
“Alright,” I told her, smacking her on the ass. “Let’s do this.”
Her face turned bright red, and I saw her try to hide a smile. “Wow, you’re doing a really good job.” I wasn’t entirely sure she was talking about my acting, and I quickly spanked her again, with enough force to make several people turn their heads toward the sound. However, they quickly turned back when they saw her leaning in and kissing me.
“Don’t get too carried away. Men have been known to have heart attacks when in bed with me.”
I laughed. “Oh, really? Are you saying I couldn’t handle you?”
“Pretty much.”
The conversation quickly turned competitive, both of us convinced of our superiority in the sack.
“Your pussy would be so sore you wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.”
“I would fuck you until your cock was cumming blood.”
“That’s gross.”
“Too far?”
“Way too far.”
“Uh, guys?”
We both turned to see Annie, who looked very uncomfortable. We quickly tore our hands off of one another and I did my best to hide how erect I was.
“Hey, Annie. Do you need something?”
“I was wondering if you decided to go on that double date we talked about?”
I looked over at Emma. “Double date?”
“Oh, I forgot to mention that.”
Annie continued, “My boyfriend and I wanted to double date with you two. There’s this fancy new Italian place that just opened up across town called True Venice, and I really want to try it out.”
“That sounds great!” I said. Emma looked at me like I had lost my mind, but the words had slipped out before I could stop them. I didn’t know Annie that well, but I loved dressing up and going to fancy places. It was half the reason I hated these disgusting frat parties.
“Awesome.” Annie said, excitedly. “Is tomorrow ok for you? Maybe around six?”
“That’s good with me.” I looked over at Emma. “Is that good with you, sweetheart?” Her only response was a death glare, so I answered for her.
“That time will work.”
“Perfect. I’ll text you the address.”
Annie went to rejoin her boyfriend, who turned out to be Ben, the linebacker I had met earlier, while Emma turned to yell at me.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“What? I like fancy restaurants.”
“But I don’t!”
“Well, it sounds like you really need to start trying new things.”
I walked across the room and sat down on a couch with half of the stuffing torn out of it. Emma brought two beers over and sat them on the coffee table before sitting on my lap.
She put her head on my shoulder. One of my hands rested on her knee while the other ran up and down her back. Despite how many strange sexual encounters had happened between us, nothing serious had ever come of it. I just wasn’t sure whether or not she wanted to be more than friends, or whether moving to the next level would destroy our relationship. I wish I had known that all along she had been thinking the exact same thing.
The two of us, combined, drank a total of five beers before going home. It was a pretty calm night, but I was ok with that. We both went home early and agreed to meet at my place before our double date, which Emma was still dreading the next day.
“I can’t believe I have to do this.”
“Just suck it up. We only have to pretend to be dating for a few hours.”
“That’s not what’s bothering me,” she said, dumping a garment bag on my bed. “I don’t like fancy restaurants. They’re always boring, the people are snooty and I have to wear an uncomfortable dress.”
“Well, I have to wear a suit and tie. That’s not any better.”
“Oh, please. We both know you love that shit.”
Both of us were standing in my bedroom. She was facing the bed, wearing a sweatshirt and a tiny pair of practice shorts, and I was facing the closet, in just a t-shirt and a pair of baggy boxer shorts she had seen me in many times before.
“Ugh, I guess I should stop complaining,” Emma said.
“You think?”
“Shut up. Maybe this night won’t be that bad. Maybe.”
Just as she said that, I turned without realizing how close she was, and she bent over to open the bag containing her dress. My hips collided with hers, and as her body reacted and shot upright, I instinctively grabbed her around the waist and pulled her towards me, to keep her from falling.
Unfortunately, as I was holding her body close to mine, my cock sprang to attention. I saw her jaw drop, and mine did as well, once I realized what had just happened.
“Well, that’s… interesting,” she said.
“Umm… We should probably get dressed.”
She stood there for a moment, contemplating our situation, but it was only a few seconds later that she pulled both her sweatshirt and the shirt underneath over her head and tossed them onto the floor.
“We probably should.”
The two of us shared a look of both excitement and hesitation. It was almost as if we were using our eyes to ask, “Is this really happening?”
We moved at the same time. My thumbs hooked into the waistband of her shorts, and she slowly bent over, kicking away her pants and underwear as they hit the floor.
My manhood had already pushed its way through the opening in my boxers, and as she shoved the garment bag to the floor and climbed onto the mattress, I climbed on top of her.
“There’s lube in my purse.”
I reached into the bag sitting on the bed near us and pulled out the bottle. “Do we need a condom?” I asked, while slathering the liquid up and down my cock.
“No.”
That remains the longest conversation had ever had without joking or fighting.
Emma was lying on her stomach, her legs wide and inviting, and now that I was slick and ready, I had no trouble entering her tight pink pussy.
“Oh, shit.”
I kissed her neck as I entered her, enjoying every slow moment. Inch by inch, my cock filled her empty womb, and my skin brushed against hers.
“I can’t take it.”
“We’ve barely even started.”
I started fucking her slowly, savoring the feeling every time I sheathed my cock inside of her.
“God, you’re tight.”
I kissed her neck as I continued fucking her, keeping a slow pace until I saw her pull something out of her purse.
“Are you seriously on your fucking phone right now?”
She tossed it away. “I was checking the time. We have to leave in half an hour.”
“Oh shit.” I pulled out of her and started to get up, but she grabbed me and didn’t let go.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t we need to get dressed?”
“No, you need to finish what you started. We can’t leave till I cum.”
“Do you mean that?”
She rolled over onto her back and pulled me in for a long, sensual kiss.
“I mean what I said. Now, get inside my pussy and fuck me until I cry.”
I had no problem with that, and within seconds my cock was back inside her, pounding her tight cunt like a jackhammer.
“Harder! I need it!”
She held onto the bed to keep from sliding. The force of my thrusts was coming close to knocking her off.
“Oh, fuck,” I said. “Tell me how badly you need this.”
“I need it bad. I need your cock inside me. I feel empty without it.”
I was close to cumming, but so was she. She let go of the bed and dug her nails into my back as she came.
“God, it’s so good!”
I kept on fucking her, coming close to the edge myself. I managed to stave it off for just a bit, giving Emma enough time to come down from her high before I came as well.
“It’s warm,” she told me, smiling as I drained my balls inside her.
“That was so intense.”
“I know, but we should start getting ready. We can’t stay in bed all day.”
We spent the next few minutes kissing and wishing we could do exactly that, before we finally started putting on our fancy clothes.
Emma quickly cleaned up and slipped into her little black dress, but it took me a while longer to put on my slacks, dress shirt and tie.
“It figures I’d be going to a restaurant with the one girl on earth who can get ready faster than I can.”
“Stop complaining,” she said, giving me a peck on the lips after putting in her earrings. “If I wasn’t a quick changer, I wouldn’t have had time to fuck you. Plus, I prefer looking natural anyway.”
“You’re just lucky you’re pretty enough to get away with not wearing makeup.”
“Same to you. I’ve made two of my ex-boyfriends wear makeup before.”
“Seriously?”
“Of course. Their ugly faces were ruining my selfies.”
I smiled at her as we made our way to the door. “You’re unbelievable.”
“But in the best way.”
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Parent Post: The Cheerleader Harem – by Rich Richardson
- The Cheerleader Harem - Part 2
- The Cheerleader Harem - Part 3
- The Cheerleader Harem - Part 4
- The Cheerleader Harem - Part 5
- The Cheerleader Harem - Part 6
- The Cheerleader Harem - Part 7
- The Cheerleader Harem - Part 8
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