One Thousand Apologies - Part 2 (censored) - Sex Stories

One Thousand Apologies - Part 2 (censored)

... Doug has to work now and can’t make it. We’ve got an extra ticket.” Doug and Jeff were brothers who lived up the street from Paul and the four of us usually banded together to make the trip to Pittsburgh. Just then I had an idea, and yelled out “Hannah!” “What, is she there?” “Yeah, she’s been over here the last couple days while they’re cleaning up her house after a fire.” “Oh wow, sorry to hear that.” Hannah came bouncing into the kitchen, “Yeah, what’s up?” “Would you like to go to see the Pirates with us on Sunday? They have a double header with the Phillies, and we’ve got an extra ticket.” “Wow, yeah, I’ve never been to a major league game! That would be really cool! Thanks!” as she nearly tackled me with a hug. “Hey, no problem.” I hugged her back with my free arm, although still wincing in pain from my back spasm. “Yeah Paul, Hannah said she’d be glad to take that extra ticket.” An hour later Aunt Tess called to let us know that their house was back in shape and that she’d be over soon to pick up Hannah. Thirty minutes later my cousin could barely contain herself, “Mom! Mom! Joe’s taking me to the Pirates’ game on Sunday!” My aunt smiled at me and said “thanks Joe, that’s really nice of you.” “No problem, I go once in awhile with a couple friends of mine and I thought she would enjoy joining us. I’ll call you later with the details.” “Well thanks again, Joe. C’mon Hannah, we have to get home.” Hannah stretched up to kiss me on the cheek and whispered in my ear “and ...

... thank you for being a gentleman!” My dad shot me a curious look, lifting an eyebrow. I whispered back, “Hey, anytime!” “You wish! ” ========================================================================= The week sped by. My back took a few days to get back to 100%, keeping me out of the last games of the season (not that I had a good chance of playing anyway.) Not only was I looking forward to going to Three Rivers on Sunday (which gave me another day with Hannah) but it would also be my birthday – my last day as a teenager. I wasn’t into big celebrations, so for me this was the perfect day – spending time with friends, doing the things I loved. It was Paul’s gift to me. I called Hannah on Friday to make sure she was still going (“of course!”), then she called me on Saturday to remind me (again) how much she was looking forward to it. I let her know she had to stop up at my house by ten a.m. Sunday. It was going to be a warm August afternoon in Pittsburgh, calling for a high of 87, and when Hannah arrived she was dressed appropriately in a yellow sun dress that looked stunning on her. It came to just above her knees, and looked a size too big on top, fitting very loosely over her undersized breasts. Jeff hadn’t met Hannah yet, and I had to smack him as he ogled her getting out of her mom’s car. “Get your eyes back in your head.” Soon we were headed down the highway to the ‘burgh, Jeff and Paul squeezed into the back of the Pinto, Hannah in the passenger seat to my right. She ...