1. New Year's Surprise


    Date: 12/11/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Source: LushStories

    It was New Years’ Eve and I was sitting at home with nothing to do. I was contemplating going out to a club, but at thirty-nine, I didn’t really feel like I Would fit into the younger crowd at most clubs, so I decided to settle down, smoke a cigar, have a shot of brandy and watch “Dick Clark’s Rockin’ New Year’s Eve” on the television. It was about eleven thirty when there was a knock on my apartment door. I looked out the peep hole and could only see the top of a head. She took a step back and looked down the breezeway. I could tell it was the young teenage daughter of my neighbor from across the breezeway. I had met her only once in passing after having moved in about a month back. I was embarrassed that I didn’t even remember her name. I cracked open the door. “Happy New Year,” I remarked, trying to act a bit cheerful. “What’s up?” “Nothing,” she replied, “I was wondering if you want to party a bit.” I scratched my head in disbelief. A cute teenage girl asking me if I wanted to party on New Year’s Eve. Part of me knew it was a bad idea and part of me said, “Go for it.” “Where’s your mother?” I asked. “She went out with her boyfriend,” my neighborly friend replied. I took a step back and allowed her to slip into my apartment. “I forgot your name,” I said, as I closed and latched the door. “Tashita,” she replied, as she turned and watched me lock the door. “How old is Tashita?” I asked. “Seventeen,” she replied. “So does Tashita have a boyfriend?” I casually inquired, ...
    stepping past her and retaking my seat on my recliner. “No,” she replied taking up a seat on my couch. I stared at the television for a few seconds, wondering just where the unsuspecting visit was going to lead. I offered her a drink. “Do you have anything other than a coke?” she asked. “I’m not sure I want to go to jail for contributing to the delinquency of a minor,” I replied. “I won’t tell, if you don’t,” she replied, pleading, “It’s New Years, we have to celebrate!” “Celebrating can be dangerous,” I said. Tashita looked over at me and smiled. “Are you going to be difficult?” She pressed. I slipped into the kitchen and took out a bottle of Amaretto. I loved the taste of Amaretto. I poured some into a shot glass and slipped it on to the coffee table, along with the half full bottle of Amaretto. Tashita looked at the shot glass for only a second. “Oh yeah,” she said, “I love this stuff. It can get you messed up in a hurry!” “Yes, it can,” I acknowledged. I looked at the clock. It was 11:45. Fifteen minutes until a new year. I downed a shot, as did Tashita. Tashita quickly poured a refill, as I kicked off my tennis shoes and reclined in my barcaolounger. I watched as she downed the second shot and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “This stuff is great!” tashita declared, pouring a third shot. “Slow down,” I warned. “You don’t want t pass out before the New Year.” Tashita laughed. “I’m fine,” Tashita declared. She pulled her t-shirt from her jeans and reclined on the couch. ...
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