Rendezvous
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 17
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Oh Well. Shit happens.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Consensual Drunk/Drugged Heterosexual School Western Science Fiction Aliens Time Travel non-anthro First Oral Sex
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It was a quick walk from the North Station to TD Garden, home of the Bruins. Fortunately, Beck knew somebody who knew somebody else who was best buddies with the best friend of...you know how this works...we had great reserved seats because the guy at the end of the “friends of” list was in Chicago.
The game was great...nothing in the world like National League hockey to satisfy a desire for blood, mayhem and vicarious violence. The shots on goal, the saves, bodies banging the boards, drinking cheap beer from an expensive cup, a classic Boston shaved steak sandwich with housemade cheese sauce and Beck’s favorite grilled chicken sandwich. Chicken cheesesteak, inferno fries, a steak and cheese hot dog, puking our guts in the women’s bathroom. A quick check for paper trails and skirts tucked into panties and we were ready for the second period.
Beck was nothing if not fun.
The game over...Boston lost 3 to 2...Although we didn’t finds that out until Monday because:
“Thanks, mom,” Becky slurred and belched, her mouth full of vinegar fries, the half eaten double burger burrito waiting for another bite. She washed the fries down with another chug of beer and started to cry.
So...naturally, the slightly older college student...proclaimed as such by the Boston College sweat shirt...nearly as drunk as she was...wanted to know why the sad face.
“Oh, I love a concerned man,” she sobbed. “This is my mom.”
Time out for introductions.
He staggered to his feet and kissed my hand, “Pleased to meet you.” He turned to a handsome man in the vicinity of my age and said, “This is my dad.”
A second round of introductions, mostly slurred and generally unintelligible.
Eventually, the conversation worked its way around to the beginning...why she was crying.
“This is the bestest mom in the whole world.”
The expansive gesture with open arms knocked her beer over and the cleanup took a few minutes, then the explanation continued apace.
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