Suzie's Little S*ster 1 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Suzie's Little S*ster 1 by loyalsock

Remember your first crush? Boy, I sure do. Little Nancy Evans. Sat across from me in grade school. She had a fabulous blond pony tail that she would swish as she walked around school. Well, we were just k**s and I never came within a hundred miles of even letting her know I secretly &#034Liked&#034 her. I still wonder whatever became of her from time to time. Many years later, I was a sophomore in College and had met a great girl in Music Appreciation 101. Her name was Suzanne. Dark eyed and mysterious, I was smitten! We dated regularly and, when I would come to pick her up at her f****y home, it wasn't unusual for her little s****r to greet me at the door. Her little s****r's name? You guessed it! Nancy. And she was a doll! Yes, she sort of looked like little Nancy Evans but she was a high school senior and was a vivacious, outgoing girl. Had that great pony tail too. Suzanne was a classical musician and we would often go to the Hollywood Bowl to hear the L.A. philharmonic orchestra. Which was fine. Well...OK, I was more of a rock and roll guy but, in college, I was open to any kind of new experience and so I did my best to enjoy the music. But Nancy used to roll her eyes at the prospect of our &#034Night at the Opera&#034 as she called it. &#034Oh, just shoot me!&#034 She would say. She did a good job of entertaining me while her older s****r got ready for our dates. We became...Pals, I guess you could say. Much shorter and more petite than her s****r, she was virtually ...

... flat chested which contributed to her resemblance to my grade school heartthrob. My girlfriend and I had a pretty nice little romance going, I thought, but Suzanne didn't seem to like physical contact all that much. Oh we kissed and frenched on dates. Well, we kinda frenched. If the girl doesn't put her tongue in your mouth or at least wiggle it around when you are in hers, then, I don't think it's really a French Kiss. I loved to press my body against hers when we said goodnight and tried to let her feel my hard on. She just seemed oblivious. I was a virgin back then and I assumed she was too. We had this big date all set up one time when we were going to see Rudolf Nureyev dance Swan Lake at the Shrine Auditorium. I didn't know the guy from Adam But Suzanne was all excited to see him. Shortly before I was to leave to pick up Suzanne, she called me in a panic. &#034The curtain is at 7:30 and not 8:00!&#034 She explained. &#034Hurry, I don't want to miss anything!&#034 Well I ran out the door and blew over to Sherman Oaks as fast as I could to pick her up. I rang the bell and someone yelled &#034Come on in...&#034 I let myself in and there seemed to be some kind of commotion in the kitchen. I walked quietly over to the door and saw Suzanne, her mother, and Nancy talking at the far end of the room. Right by the washer/dryer. &#034Mom, they'll never dry in time!&#034 Suzanne wailed. &#034Why did you have to do laundry right now?&#034 &#034Listen young lady, you should be grateful ...