When I got home, of course the house was silent and mom and dad had no idea where I had just been or what I had done. I took a quick shower and headed to my room to sleep.
I must tell you though that sleep did not come easily. All I could think about was Cheryl, her fantastic body and the incredible sex we just had. I truly wanted to head back over and repeat what we had just done. But I knew I would have to wait.
Surprising, my cock was responding to the thoughts I was having about Cheryl. It was growing nice and long again so I took the opportunity to play with it until I was able to squeeze out another round of satisfaction. Sleep came quickly after that.
The next morning, I woke about ten and went downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen and dad was reading the paper. We exchanged the usual morning pleasantries and they asked me about where I went what I did the night before. Even though I was on cloud nine with happiness, everything was the same boring stuff as every Saturday morning.
The only exception for me was that I kept looking out the window toward Cheryl's house. Mom noticed me looking and asked if everything was alright. I told her it was and that I was just thinking about calling some of the guys and getting a basketball game going at the park. The weather just looked a little iffy was all. That seemed to satisfy her.
Time was killing me. It moved so slowly. I had to get out and do something or I would scream. Early in the afternoon, I headed to the park with my basketball. All the way there, I was hoping none of my friends would be there because what I really wanted to do was head back to Cheryl's.
The basketball court was in a little valley at the park. As I crested the hill beside the court, my heart sank as three of my buddies were there. When they saw me, they were so happy because we could play two-on-two. What could I do but join in.
I do love basketball and really have a good time with my friends. It was just that I had something else on my mind. It must have been obvious as my buds asked me a couple of time what was wrong. Apparently I just wasn't there. They said my thoughts were somewhere else. They started joking with me and trying to figure out what it might be. A team of wild horses couldn't have pulled it out of me.
I must have had a good time as 2 hours flew by. The four of us then headed to a local shop and ordered shakes and fries. As young men usually do, we BS'd each other, made jokes and cut up each other for the rest of the afternoon.
When it was time to head home, they tried to make plans for that evening but I backed out. Told them I wasn't feeling too good as a headache was starting. They, of course, tried to joke me out of it and tried to get me to meet them that night. I had other plans though.
All I wanted to do was connect with Cheryl again. She had filled my thoughts all day. Does every guy go through this after his first time? I didn't know but I knew I wanted more of her. I needed to talk to her and make plans if possible.
Thinking about how to accomplish this (this is in the days before cell phones became so popular) I remembered the walkway beside her house. I didn't want to walk home the normal way and possibly having mom or dad see me sneak over to Cheryl's before coming home. If I took the long way home, it would get me to the far end of the walkway on the street behind our houses. Then I could jump the fence beside the walk and get to her back door.
That is what I did. It was not that a long walk and before I knew it, I was beside her house on the walkway. There was a 4 foot high chain link fence along the path to keep people out of the neighbor's yards. It was easy to hop over it and duck behind her house without being seen.
I pushed the door bell button beside the back door. It took a few seconds before Cheryl arrived. The door opened with a little swoosh sound as the air rushed in to fill the vacuum caused by the door opening. I opened the storm door. As I stepped in, Cheryl said, "I was wondering who would be at the back door."
"Just me," I replied. "Trying to avoid the parents seeing me."
"Ashamed to be seen with me are you?"
"I'll show you ashamed," I retorted. Stepping forward, I wrapped Cheryl in my arms and pulled her in for a hard, tongue in the mouth kiss. My hand found her butt and pulling her toward me. My semi-hard cock pressed against her mound. We stood there kissing for a couple of minutes.
My hand on her butt had made its way lower and was tickling between her legs from behind. I loved to feel that crease where the butt cheek meets the top of the leg. It felt great to have my little finger buried in the skin of that fold.
When the kiss ended, I looked at Cheryl. Slowly she opened her eyes. They looked kind of funny, almost glazed over with a kind of far away look. "WOW young man! That was some kiss. Hope you got more of those stored away someplace."
"That's why I'm here. I was wondering what you're doing tonight?"\
"I was hoping you'd tell me," she answered.
"How about I come over?"
"I'd love that. What would you like to do tonight?"
"Well after last night, I think we can find a thing or two to keep us busy."
"Maybe! You just might be right. How about 7:30? Is that good for you?"
"Perfect. I'll see you then." Somehow we just melted together again. Our lips met and our tongues danced. It was both sensual and satisfying. There was no rush in the kiss, just relaxed enjoyment.
"When you come over, let yourself in this door. I'll leave it unlocked"
"Ok!" There was one more quick kiss then I turned and went out. Glancing back to Cheryl and we both smiled.
I quickly covered the short distance between the two houses. Maybe I was too quick in getting home as I was still semi-hard as I opened the front door. Cheryl makes me hard so easily.
Time started to drag again the moment I entered our house. Mom was making dinner; Dad was watching golf on TV. Simple greetings were exchanged and the usual questions about my afternoon activities. I then headed up to have a shower. Playing basketball had me made me sweaty. Now it was time to clean up to tonight.
Dinner was boring. The small talk was almost non-existent. My thoughts were in another woman's house. We ate and I washed up the kitchen. Why not? Good way to waste time. About 7:15, I made sounds about getting ready to head out. Again, questions about my planned activities. Nothing exciting. About 7:25, I left the house. Mom and dad were both watching TV so I could easily head to Cheryl's without being seen.
As promised, the back door was unlocked. When I entered, I called out, "Hey Cheryl."
"Hi Lover."
"Where are you?"
