Class of 82 ~ The Little Sister Halloween Party - Sex Stories

Class of 82 ~ The Little Sister Halloween Party

Roger set the mood for the afternoon. I was sitting in my apartment, trying to type out a mid-term paper on Risk Management for Dr. Jacob’s Finance 452 class, only to have the strong voice of Roger and The Who captivate my wandering thoughts. Not only was I listening to Roger and letting the lyrics of You Better You Bet lead me to a daydream of pleasant visions, I was also watching Roger sing. He was just across the room on my television. It was October 1981, and a couple months previously, a new phenomenon called MTV Music Television began airing on cable television. I spent many late nights that year getting home buzzed and watching mindless minutes of MTV music videos. Yes, I was a senior at Rochester University, a mid-sized liberal arts college in central Illinois, about one hundred and fifty miles south of Chicago. Yes, as a senior, I had it all. I lived a block off campus in a two story, three bedroom duplex with a small but full kitchen, dining room, and family room on the first floor. I lived with my two best friends who were my fraternity brothers. I had a weekend job that paid the rent, kept the refrigerator stocked with beer, and kept the cabinet full of Kraft macaroni and cheese. I had a small deck that held a small grill and two lawn chairs. And yes, I had cable TV hooked up to a six year old, eighteen inch RCA black and white television. “Timmy, get over hear now so I can measure you.” Oh yes, I also had the best little sister on Rochester’s campus, Jennifer ...

... Grant. Jennifer was a junior at State. She was not my blood sister, nor my step-sister, but my little sister through the little sister program at the fraternity. Every fall, our fraternity recruited girls from different sororities, and some GDIs too, as little sisters. Each fraternity member was assigned a little sister. You know, the little sister program helped my fraternity promote the feeling of a family unit that we so desperately missed during our college years away from home. Yea, my parents didn’t buy that one either. “Tim-may, get on over here. I don’t have all day to wait on y’all,” Jennifer drawled in her alluring southern accent. Her accent became more pronounced when she wanted attention. Jennifer was an expert at the art of attracting attention. “What is it exactly we are measuring again, Jen? I really need to study this afternoon.” "Tim-may McGuire! Don’t tell me how you have to study. We both know how you procrastinate when it comes to books. Now get yo ass over here!” With that, Jennifer pointed at me with her index finger, curled it back to herself a couple of times, and then pointed to a spot by her feet. I moved to the spot in front of her. The scent of her perfume caught my attention, and while strong, it was not overpowering. As I looked down, Jennifer’s striking blond hair caught my eye, flowing down past her shoulders to the middle of her back. She was wearing a thin, red sweater that clung to her shoulders and body with a low neckline to expose the ...