Taking Cherie Renee
Cherie was a terrible tease, thirteen and my little sister’s best friend. She had traveled with Cherie’s family to Disney Land and spent a lot of time at her house. On those occasions when Cherie came to ours, I found every excuse I could to stay in the vicinity. She was beautiful; soft brown eyes, full lips, a complexion to die for and a developing figure that caused a stirring in my penis every time I saw her. Her blond hair resembled the color of wheat ready for harvest, and she knew she had my pulse in her hands. And I really wanted to make that a literal reality! We had gone on a picnic at a National Park not too far from our home, and Cherie wore a pair of cutoff shorts without any …