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

One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised)

... car.” She leaned close to me to yell as much as possible while still whispering, so that no one else could hear what she had to say. “Oh. my. God. does this mean they all know I gave you a blow job?” “I don’t know, maybe. They didn’t go into details, they just knew we were doing some messing around – and you were a little bit loud when you came.” Now she was red and smoldering inside. “I came to this dance to have a good time and I’m not going to let anyone ruin it.” We didn’t talk much as we waited for the doors to open. Once inside, we saw there were some snacks set out, but no beer, just pop and punch, as this was an official tournament event and anyone would be thrown out for drinking alcohol. I noticed the DJ – Bella, Isabella. I had met her as Bookworm on the CB the year before. She had accepted a face to face meeting, and I eventually asked her out, but I was turned down as she was waiting for her boyfriend to come back from the Navy. I didn’t try to say hello, as it was becoming obvious that she was a couple with the other DJ. I didn’t know whether he was her Navy guy or not. The music selection had a lot more disco than our party the night before, still too much Donna Summer and a lot of Bee Gees too. After awhile they played a slow song, to which Hannah accepted my invitation - one of our few obvious displays of affection. With one hand holding hers and another around her waist, I sang Elvis quietly into her ear, “Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can’t ...

... help, falling in love with you.” Later I ran into her brother Dave at the punch table. He asked, “Dude, I’ve been hearing things, and with what you said to me on the phone. Are you and my sister…you know?” and he slammed his two fists together. “Well, not THAT , but, uh – yeah, we’ve been seeing each other.” His eyes got wide as he whispered back, “She’s your cousin, man. Doesn’t that creep you guys out?” I needed him on our side. “No. I don’t think either of us think about that. But – I’d really appreciate if you could keep that piece of info to yourself, and not mention the whole me and her thing to either of our parents?” “OK, our secret – but you better not fucking hurt her, man!” “I promise.” I rejoined Hannah, and as the night wound down I gave her a quick goodnight kiss on the lips. All of the teams had to be back at the hotel before curfew, so I left her with her brother, waiting for their ride home. ======================================================== Opening night of the tournament was always a spectacle. Starting at six p.m. each team would be led onto the field by a tourney queen (a group of carefully selected, lovely, high school girls) riding on a classic car, to be introduced by the stadium announcer. We were the final team to be introduced, entering through the left field gate, walking in procession to our spot in the infield. As the host team, we were given the privilege of only playing the night game at the stadium, in order to maximize revenue for the ...