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

One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised)

... “As long as it stops, this is killing me.” ======================================================== The next morning my balls were good to go again, but I had to confirm Ellen’s story. Aunt Tess answered when I called their house. “Dave, Joe’s on the phone for you!” He came into the kitchen and took the phone from his mother. “Hey, what’s up?” I just started right in. “Seriously dude, eleven?” “What?” He had no clue. “Ellen.” “uhhh” I continued. “Jones, from the party last week.” “oh, wow, where did you hear that?” I was going in for the kill. “from her, she told me.” “no way!” I had him now! “yeah way, and my cock’s bigger.” “whoa – how the..” I was on a roll! “I showed it to her.” “wait, wasn’t Hannah with you last night?” Oh fuck, BUS-TED! Aunt Tess “honey, where was Hannah last night?” Dave turned away from the phone and said, “nothing Mom, Joe and Hannah saw something on the way home last night.” There were a couple seconds of silence on the phone until I responded, “yeah, and she liked it too!” “ DUDE! ” ======================================================== Everyone was back at the game on Tuesday. We were already down five when I was brought in to pitch the last two innings, giving up a run. The series was tied at one game apiece. Hannah sat with her family during the game and didn’t go out of her way to say anything to me after the game. The next morning I called their house, as it had been a day and a half and I wanted to get this straightened out. “Hannah, are ...

... you OK?” “I’m fine.” That is the worst thing you want to be told by a woman. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done those things without checking with you first.” “I told you, I’ll be fine.” I thought I was fucked, but after a couple days she warmed to me again. We lost the third game of the finals on Wednesday and were on the verge of elimination, but tied the series on Thursday, then won the league championship with a resounding 7-1 victory on Friday. Hannah was back to her bubbly self, bouncing up and down and hugging me during the post-game congratulations. Having won the league, the final act of the summer was hosting the national tournament, which would start in three days, on Monday. I asked both Hannah and Dave, “There’s a team party tomorrow night, would you two like to come?” I leaned in to whisper, “There’ll be alcohol, so I can’t ask Donna.” They both agreed, and we parted with “See you tomorrow!” ======================================================== Our left fielder Richie was hosting at his house. There was usually a party somewhere every couple weeks, but I hadn’t been to one since getting together with Hannah. When we got there I told her, “If anyone asks, just tell them you’re fifteen.” Hannah stuck by my side as we each filled a plastic cup with beer from the keg and walked around the room, greeting those I knew. From what everyone else there had observed over the past month, she was Dave’s sister and at least my good friend. Even though we were still avoiding ...