One Thousand Apologies - Part 1 - Sex Stories

One Thousand Apologies - Part 1

... first row beside Hannah, she gave me an irritated glare and snapped, “What, are you going to be our baby-sitter now?” “C’mon, lighten up, I’m just here to give you a ride home after I make sure you don’t get kidnapped or anything. It’ll give us a chance to get to know each other”. I seriously hoped she would not give me a hard time, as this was the first chance we had to talk. Donna had other ideas than hanging with us. “Hey, not that you’re boring or anything, but I’m going to go wander around. Can you give me a couple bucks?” I thought she was working the piggy bank awfully quick, but I didn’t mind seeing her go. “Yeah, sure thing Donna, bye - just don’t leave the stadium!” She looked back over her shoulder and said “Thanks, come get me if I’m not back when it’s time to go.” Right, assuming I know where you are! With my wallet out, Hannah took the opportunity to ask “Joe, will you get me a couple wieners and a soda?” I didn’t really want to leave her already, but this was technically why I was here, so I told myself, ‘patience, grasshopper.’ “OK, sure thing, I’ll be back in a few minutes, if there’s not a line.” Please don’t let there be a line. It took a second for her language to register in my brain, and I took the chance to correct her “but if you’re going to be a yinzer, you need to know that’s a couple hot dogs and some pop .” “Same difference!” I returned about 5 minutes later to see Hannah watching the game. I sat back down beside her and presented her food order, ...

... plus some fries for myself. She asked “Do you know all these guys?” “I know most of their names, and there’s a fair number I’m friends with. More than half are in college, and we come from more than ten different high schools in the area, so for most I only get to see them in the summer.” Will Martin was the first batter in the fourth, and was out taking his practice swings in the on deck circle, not ten feet from us. As I’m taking a fry, Hannah leans in to whisper, “What’s his name? – he’s got a nice butt!” Slightly shocked and embarrassed, I whispered back “Shhh, he can hear you!” “So?” “So – he’s 20 years old!” “and what am I, a baby?” “no – c’mon, you know what I mean” She scrunched up her face and gave ne a stare. “Yeah, you’re an old fuddy duddy. I just like to say what I think - lighten up! ” She didn’t say anything else for a few minutes until she tried stealing french fries from my bag, which led to a playful little hand battle as I tried her to bat her prying fingers away from my food. As this was going on, and into the chit-chat that followed, several of the players shot us glances as they waited in the on-deck circle for their turn at bat. Hannah looked curious as she asked me “Why are they looking over here?” “Because I’m sitting with a girl and talking to her.” More expressions as she looked me over “Is that something unusual?” “Well”, taking a deep breathe and then exhaling, “I haven’t had too much luck with girls yet.” “You’re a good looking guy, what’s the ...