Stacy 1 - Sex Stories

Stacy 1

... touching her knee with her fingertips grazing her toe. The girl circled me as I stood still and tried not to sway too much. "Hi. Stacy's a dark horse. She didn't tell me her b*****r was such a muscle-bound hunk." Looking up at the sound of her friend's voice, my little s****r pulled a disgusted face, "Come away, Kim. He's a filthy perv that likes to spy on my friends!" Kim's eyebrow raised and she gave me a beaming grin, "That so, hunk? Do you like to watch us work out?" "Er..." I replied, displaying my vast conversational skills. The brat got up and sauntered over to her doorway. "Eew! The slob's d***k, again! Still, it may improve his intelligence." The brunette vision looked over her shoulder at the brat and flashed her a curious glance. Stacy smiled and folded her arms across her breast. That was when I noticed the small pink T-shirt she was wearing. It had the picture of a little black kitten holding a purse behind its back beneath the words, "Tight young pussy." Dad would freak if he saw it. "I'm not saying he's dumb, but when he went for his I.Q. test in the army, he was stood outside for nearly two hours. He thought it was a test to see how long he could wait in line!" The little cow used that joke on all her friends; she thought it was far funnier than it was. "So, you were a big tough soldier, then?" Kim purred seductively, turning back to me as she stroked a finger over my shirt pocket. "Did you kill anyone?" "Oh, he massacred a whole platoon single-handedly," ...

... pitched Stacy. I frowned at her, wondering what she was up to, but Kim glanced back with a look of admiration so I remained silent. "Really?" "Oh, yeah. He took off his shoes and socks and his stinky feet wiped out the whole barracks!" Kim dissolved into giggles and Stacy leant against the bedroom doorframe with a smug look of triumph on her face. I bristled with anger and embarrassment as I searched for a witty put down, but my inebriated state only left me able to blurt, "Well, I may have stinky feet, but at least I don't have the body of a f******n year old!" I regretted it the moment it left my lips, but by then it was too late. Stacy was hyper-sensitive about her figure and I had often walked in on her crying on mum's shoulder about the teasing she received at school. She was small for her age and had a willowy, slender body that was almost boyish from lack of feminine curves. What seemed to upset her the most were her tiny breasts; they looked like two small peaches upon her chest. It is quite common for some gymnasts to develop slowly, but Stacy's body seemed to linger a long way behind any of her team-mates'. I felt like a total shit when her face screwed up and her lip trembled as she tried to hold back the tears. "Stace..." I began, but she cut me off before I could finish. "Drop dead, you rotten creep!" she wailed and spun around so fast that her long blonde ponytail whipped out behind her as she fled into her room. Turning to grasp the handle, she shot me a look of ...