Road To The Sex Offender Registry: Part 1 - Sex Stories

Road To The Sex Offender Registry: Part 1

... in a way that could have gotten me to agree to give up US nuclear secrets if I had them. "Alright, alright, a few shots…" She clapped her hands together happily, put on her seatbelt and proceeded to turn my radio to some top 40 crappy music. She seemed to have a way of making herself right at home. It was a short drive before I pulled up to my place. I was thankful that the sky had grown steadily darker as we drove. I was far from comfortable with what I was doing and didn’t want the neighbors to notice anything. With this in mind, I took the paper bag from Lexi before getting out of the car and led her up the stairs to my second floor apartment. She loudly asked me in the hallway if I had any coke to chase with, I couldn't have possibly pulled my door key out and unlocked the door any quicker to shoo her inside. As absurd as it sounds, this 14 year old girl was making me extremely nervous. Not helped at all by the fact that I couldn't keep my eyes off her silky smooth legs. We got into the apartment and I clicked on the dining room light. It was a dim dollar store light bulb, which did nothing to help the ever-present dingy feeling that my apartment always had. Lexi didn't seem to mind one bit. She looked around, nodding approvingly with pursed lips and then went straight for my fridge. "Go ahead and help yourself" I said, sarcastically. "Don't worry, I will!" she replied without missing a step. She frowned at me. "Just doctor pepper?" "Sorry, I must have forgot id be ...

... drinking with a 14 year old tonight when I did my shopping" I said, sounding perhaps a bit more snarky than I had meant to "Always so hung up on the age thing, aren't you?" She shot me a little scowl that made her look cuter than what she was likely going for. "More like the law thing" She looked around the room mockingly as she twisted off the cap to the Jack Daniels "Are there some police here that I am not seeing?" "No, it’s not that, but what if you get caught being d***k when you leave here?" As a reply, she took a gulp out of the bottle of jack, flashed the most disgusted face i'd ever seen, drank directly from my 2 liter of dr pepper, smacked her lips and said softly"don't worry, I don't plan on leaving for a while" and for a split second, her eyes met mine. That was all it took. I knew right then how this night was going to go and it made me excited and terrified all at once. While I did feel that I had lost control of where the night would lead, I still knew better than to let a 14 year old decide how much whiskey to drink. I gently took the bottle from her and poured us a shot. I lifted mine and motioned for her to join me. She grinned and slowly made her way over, picking up the shot glass with three slender fingers, raising it in the air. “What should we toast to?” I dared to ask “To a night to remember” she said, before knocking back her shot like a girl who had been drinking her entire life. She didn’t take her eyes off me as she swallowed it. I was truly hoping that ...