One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised) - Sex Stories

One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised)

... thought I was losing control.” She continued, “See, I love my mom – but I don’t want to be my mom. How many times has she been married? Knocked up in high school and she hasn’t kept a guy for more than a few years. I don’t want to lose control of my life like that.” Looking straight in my eyes, she finished, “Now just shut up, kiss me, and hold me.” We laid on the grass, my right arm around her as she rested her head on my shoulder. I felt her warmth and her heartbeat as I counted the starts in the clear sky. After ten or fifteen minutes she whispered “We can go now, it’s getting cold out here.” I didn’t even remember leaving Dave at the party as I held her hand driving back to her house. ======================================================== The next morning started with the tournament registration, as each of the sixteen teams took their turn going into the hotel ballroom, one player at a time presenting his birth certificate and identification. All the teams, including us as the host, would be housed in the hotel for the week, until each team was eliminated after two losses. The official tournament banquet was in the afternoon. It was closed to the public, but there were still close to four hundred players, coaches, officials and media on hand to hear the keynote speaker, Hall-of-Fame pitcher Bob Feller. Most of us in the audience were nineteen and twenty year old amateurs, several hoping to play professionally. In contrast, when Feller was seventeen, between his ...

... junior and senior years of high school, Feller had set a major league record for most strikeouts by a pitcher in a single game. Two years later, at nineteen, he led the American League in strikeouts for the season. As the Pepsi players, dressed in suits and ties, gathered in the hallway before the dinner, our centerfielder Keith came up and punch me in the arm “Way to go man!” I was clueless as I asked, “What are you talking about?” A couple other guys gathered round as Keith continued, “At the party last night – we saw you leaving with her, and then a few minutes later you had her howling in the car!” Oh God. I just imagined how red I must have been. I felt a slap on the back. “Don’t worry man, you did good, we’re proud of you!” Shit! SHIT! SHIT! The last event of the day was the dance. This was open to the public, as many young ladies in town made their way to the dance floor at Diamond’s to try to hook up with some future major leaguer who would be in town for a few days. Aunt Tess dropped Dave and Hannah off, and I waved and joined her in line when I spotted her on the sidewalk a half block down from the entrance. As we were in line, another of my teammates walked by, giving me a thumbs up before he passed. Hannah had a curious look on her face and asked “What was that about?” Then her eyes got big and her jaw dropped. “Joseph Long! Did you TELL them about us!” Now she had me scared as hell. “No, I didn’t, I promise – some guys told me that they heard you, then saw us in the ...