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

One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised)

... class and also the stay at home MILFs. When I arrived at the press box Paul said, “Mark, this is my friend Joe.” He stood and reached out to shake my hand. “Oh, hi! That was a great game you had the other day!” Not used to the spotlight, I felt myself blushing. “Thanks, I hope it can get me some more opportunities next year.” Mark generally kept himself within broadcast standards while on the air, but the guy lived to be outlandish. His girlfriend sat beside him in the broadcast both while he called the game, and during pre-recorded commercials he start feeling her up or giving her tongue, just to get a reaction out of us, and usually had the whole press box rolling in laughter. As I was preparing t leave at the end of the game, Mark asked me “Hey Joe, I’m having a party over at my place tomorrow night, if you’d like to come – and bring a friend.” “Thanks a lot, I’ll be there!”, and he gave me the address. I called Dave and asked if he and Hannah wanted to come along – I don’t think he told his mom they were going to a booze party, but I had to have them back before eleven. Mark’s place wasn’t in the best neighborhood in town, but we found the building and took the stairs to the second floor. It was a long and narrow apartment which likely took up the entire floor, and it was already quite filled with people of all ages, from younger teens to what looked like some in their thirties. It seemed like the cool thing was to be a Friend of Mark. Besides the standard keg of beer, ...

... Mark had a liquor table that was absent from the teen party we had attended the weekend before. Dave and I stuck to the beer, and many of the girls were going for a sloe gin fizz, but Hannah asked "How about a rum and coke?" Concerned about what I presumed was her lack of experience with liquor at her age, I whispered to "Are you sure? Have you ever had that before?" Hannah turned and shot me a look. "Don't baby me. If you're going to bring me to these parties, I expect to be able to do what everyone else is doing." I frowned and exhaled. "You did get a little tipsy last week, and you know what happened then." With a twinkle in her eye, she smiled and whispered back to me "I didn't do anything I didn't want to." I smiled and nodded my approval, replying "That's good to know, but I'm just worried about explaining to your mother why I'm carrying your drunk ass in the front door." "Fine! I'll stop at two." She took a swig, got a curious look and asked, "It's sweet, but where's the rum? It's just like Coke." As we made our way through the crowd, I saw a few people I knew, but not many - mostly guys and girls from school and a few baseball players. It looked like there were at least fifty crammed into the place. Hannah stuck with me, sipping her drink. I introduced her to some people, usually as “This is Hannah…” We were there about an hour when one of the guys I (barely) knew from school, who seemed to be close to Mark, said “Who’s up for some porn?” – although I think he was going ...