My One And Only One Night Stand - Sex Stories

My One And Only One Night Stand

... minded.”

Jack said, “Oh, that's ok, Mrs. Green. I'm fine with Pepsi.”

Then I asked a foolish question, “Are you not old enough to drink?”

He said, “What, um, oh yes. I just turned twenty-one a week ago.”

We talked for a couple of minutes, and then two couples that he knew came up to us. They all looked to be about Jack's age. I didn't recognize any of them. One of the guys said, “Hey, Jack. Some of us are going to a bar down the street to shoot pool and drink. You want to join us?”

I was surprised when Jack said, “No, you guys go ahead.”

Then I heard one of the other guys say, to the guy who just asked Jack if he wanted to join them, “Holy cow, Sam, that's Mrs. Green.”

He whispered it so I assumed he didn't mean for me to hear him. So I pretended I didn't. Jack said, “No, Sam. That's ok. I'm just going to hang around here.”

Sam said, “Well, ok. You know where we'll be if you change your mind.”

As they walked away, Jack said, “Goodbye, Bill,” to the guy who pointed out that I was Mrs. Green. As they walked away I heard Bill tell Jack, “Good luck, man.”

After they were gone I told Jack, “You know, if you are just hanging around here because of me, it's alright. I don't mind if you go with your friends.”

He said, “No, that's ok. I really don't like beer, and I'm not much of a pool player either. Besides, I'd rather be with you instead.”

I was flattered, to say the least. I took a drink of my Pepsi, and then the last bite of my burger ...

... and ketchup dripped onto my blouse as I put it into my mouth. Jack quickly took one of the napkins he had and started to clean it up. He hadn't realized he was touching my chest at first. As soon as he realized what he was doing he pulled his hand back and profusely apologized for it.

He said, red-faced. “My God! Mrs. Green, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…”

I stopped him, “Jack! It's ok, really.”

I used the napkin to finish getting as much of the ketchup off my blouse as I could. Then we made some more small talk. Then I said, “I heard what your friend Bill said.”

At first, he played dumb. He said, “What do you mean?”

I said, “The way he said, It’s Mrs. Green. What was that all about?”

Jeff blushed a little and said, “It’s nothing, really.”

I give him a smile, “Tell me.”

He said, “Well…it’s just that…a lot of us guys had a crush on you in school.”

He quickly said, “I’m sorry, that was rude of him to say.”

I said, “You said, "us "? Does that mean “you” had a crush on me too?”

He said as he looked at the ground, “Yes. I did. Abigcrush.”

I said, “I’m flattered.”

I told him, “I’m going to see if I can go inside and maybe clean this ketchup off my blouse.”

I didn’t know if he would follow me or not, I was hoping he would. I walked inside the house and asked the first person I saw, a young man, “Excuse me. I got ketchup on my blouse. Is there somewhere I can go and see if I can wash it off?”

He told me, “Sure, there is a bathroom, right ...