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

One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised)

... from a funnel into a vat of melted shortening. After a minute it had hardened enough for the cook to use a pair of metal tongs to flip it over, and then lift it out, shake off the hot liquid, and drop it onto a paper plate. The cake was finished off with a coating of powdered sugar and topped with cherries coated in gelatin. As I paid for the food, Hannah asked “Where’s yours?” I shrugged my shoulders and said “I thought we could share!” With a big grin and a hand on her hip, she shot back “Well, you should have asked me first!” In a mocking tone I replied, “Oh Miss Hannah, may I please have some of your funnel cake?” She cut me off. “Too late! It’s all mine!” as we dropped into our seats across from each other on a wooden picnic table. After each time that she pulled off a piece of the fruit topped cake, I grabbed a piece of my own, eliciting wide eyed mock outrage from her. She snatched the last piece out of my fingers, leaving me with just a smear of cherry flavored gelatin. I flicked it at her, most of it catching her in the cheek. With a big grin I said, “I think you have some on your face!” I reached out to wipe it away, but she grabbed my hand, dropped her head and wrapped her lips around my index and middle fingers. After her tongue did a circle around my fingers, she pulled them out of her mouth with a loud smack. “Was it good for you?” I lost it and we both had a good belly laugh there at the table. After disposing of our garbage, we went back to walking around the ...

... grounds in search of our next entertainment. Hannah was close to my side, and I took her hand in mine, lacing my fingers through hers. She stopped and turned, our hands still joined, as she looked up in concern. “Are you sure?” I felt my eyes tearing up as I prepared to lay bare my feelings for her. “I don’t care. I want people to see us together, to think that you are my girlfriend – wait, that’s…that’s not the way I meant it. I don’t want people TO THINK that you are my girlfriend – I want you TO BE my girlfriend. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” I could see the tears in her eyes as well as she broke into the largest smile I could imagine. I pulled her closer with my other hand, and as I leaned down our lips met. It turned into long, hard kiss, as I didn’t want to pull myself away from the wet warmth of her lips. After awhile our faces parted, and as hers rested on my chest I hugged her tight, rocking softly back and forth, as the rest of the crowd attending the fair stepped around us, as if we were a rock in their stream. Finally we broke the hug and continued to walk, hand in hand. I thought I must have had the largest grin in the world as I basked in the rush of emotions. I still find it hard to resist throwing most anything I can get my hands on, so I had to stop at the dunking booth and show off the accuracy of my arm. A carnival employee would sit on a platform on the end of a bar extended over a pool of water. For three dollars I would have five ...