1. Daphne's Crush Pt.1


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: True Story, First Time, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90.4, Source: sexstories.com

    something to do with it as well. "I don't know anyone named Daphne," I said with a shake of my head. The motion caused my head to spin slightly. "Oh wow! I'm drunker than I thought." "You know me," she insisted. "Take a closer look." I know it was a figure of speech, but I was having problems making out her features so I squinted and literally moved closer. I would have fallen off of the chair if Daphne hadn't put out a hand to help steady me. "Good catch!" I laughed. The woman shook her head as she smiled. That did it! I suddenly recognized her. "Little Daffy!" "No one calls me that anymore," the young woman replied. "I would imagine not," I said, noticing the size of her breasts. They were quite a bit larger than I remembered. Of course, Daffy was only twelve the last time I saw her. "Michael, you're staring at my breasts," she said with a crooked grin. This caused me to start. "Sorry," I said looking up into her eyes and blinking hard again. It didn't help. I was still having problems making out her features. "You really are plastered," she laughed. "It's been a bad year," I replied with a loud sigh. "Why don't we go down the block and get some food and coffee at the local diner?" Daphne asked. "You drink coffee and are willing to eat at a diner?" I asked in surprise. You'd understand my reaction if you knew her family. They were health nuts. "I'm not my sister Bette," she replied pointedly. I didn't want to talk about Bette! She was the first woman to leave me. "So, ...
    you're not planning on breaking my heart?" I slurred. Shit! What the hell was I talking about? "We'll see," she replied with a laugh. "Now let's go get something to eat." I'm not sure how we got to the diner. I was too big for Daphne to carry, but she must have propped me up most of the way. It was only after I ate a full order of pancakes and drank my second cup of coffee that I was finally able to see Daphne clearly. "Sorry about this," I said glumly as I used one hand to rub my eyes and then the rest of my face. "Thanks for getting me out of there." She nodded. "So, dare I ask? What brought this on?" "Family gathering." "Do you always get drunk by yourself because of family gatherings?" "Not normally," I replied. "At least not by myself." Daphne laughed and I fell silent. I was still having problems keeping myself fully focused. A couple of minutes passed as I drank more of my coffee. "How have you been?" she asked. "I hear you're getting married." "No," I said succinctly, not wanting to talk about it. Yet a moment later, I added, "We broke up. She decided to become a nun." "Are you serious?" Daphne asked. I was so sick of that question! "Yes, I'm serious," I replied. "Your sister dumped me to go find herself, Sally dropped me for another woman and Janice decided to marry God instead of me." "I'm sorry," Daphne said. I nodded, but then frowned because her reaction was not typical. "You're not laughing?" I asked in surprise. "I suppose it could be funny at some level, but your ...