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

Road To The Sex Offender Registry: Part 1

... my expression did not give away how I felt at that moment, because I could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans with just the slight thought of what she could possibly been suggesting when she said “a night to remember” We chatted about work and about the idiotic customers. We chatted about her financial woes. I learned that her main motivation for getting the job was being able to afford to get her braces removed the following year. I hadn’t known how expensive braces could be, but the thought of her losing them was unpleasant. They made her look so innocent and sweet. The combination of them and her dimples when she smiled was enough to make me want nothing more than to defile her. And yet here she was, in the middle of my apartment, with whiskey she brought, corrupting me! The irony was not lost on me. I poured our second shot (technically her third) which I had decided would be her last for a while. She was maybe 105 lbs soaking wet, so I figured that three was plenty for her. She had found my stereo system that was hooked up to the TV and proceeded to turn on some of the same crap she had been playing in my car. Only this time, she was rocking her little hips to it, so I didn’t mind. The way the sides of her dress clung to her smooth legs when she would move far enough to one side was almost too much to bear. The thoughts going on in my head were so wrong that it was hard to accept. I downed my own second shot without her even noticing I had done so and I promptly ...

... refilled it. What was I doing? Could I really be this much of a hebephile? Downed the third shot. This time, she did notice “what the hell?! You forgot to wait for me, and didn’t even toast. Not cool!” She exclaimed, shaking her head “oops” I said lazily, quickly snapping out of my own internal strife and back into the beautiful reality in front of me. I was feeling a bit warmer, and a bit less paranoid already. Life was good. This girl is one of the cooler people I had met in a while, regardless of her age. Why should I feel bad? She grabbed her full shot glass and raised it again, grabbing the Dr Pepper with her other hand, getting it ready. “I did the last toast, so it’s your turn” she said. Without really thinking it through, I just blurted out “cheers to that dress you are wearing” and took my time looking her up and down before tipping my head back and downing the shot. Five minutes prior, I would have found the look on her face to be adorable, but as I looked at her now, it was nothing short of hilarious. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes narrowed on me. She seemed to be deciding what to make of my comment and deciding how to feign some sort of shock. I interrupted her before she had the chance “Oh don’t pretend you don’t know how good it looks Lexi! One doesn’t just casually stroll out of the house for a night cap in such a well planed outfit” Now, for the first time tonight, I had her nervous. Her pale cheeks flushed a bit, and she opened her mouth a couple times to say ...