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

Class of 82 ~ The Little Sister Halloween Party

... curves of her breasts. Today, she was wearing faded, tattered blue jeans. Her shoes were red, matching the color of her sweater, with an open toe and a kitten heel. Bright red polish covering her toenails completed Jennifer’s ensemble. I knew Jennifer well enough that she would consider this a casual look. “Tim-may! Stop daydreaming and put your hands straight up.” I did as commanded. “Ok. One more time. What are we measuring?” Jennifer pulled out a measuring tape and began to wrap it around my chest. “I’ve told you at least three times. I am measuring you and I for material for our costumes for next week’s Halloween party at Alpha Nu. I am bound and determined to win the “Best Dressed” couple at the party.” Alpha Nu was my social fraternity. I had pledged when I was a freshman. Jennifer had been a little sister there since her freshman year, and had dated a couple of my fraternity brothers. The upcoming Halloween party was a fraternity tradition where the brothers and their little sisters were expected to wear creative costumes. Provocative costumes, vast amounts of alcohol and a bevy of little sisters had made my previous fraternity Halloween parties nights to remember. “Tell me again. What are we going as to this party?” “Grrrr. Sometimes Timmy you exasperate me. Again, you tall boy, are the Jolly Green Giant. Me, the petite thing will be your close companion, the Little Sprout.” Jennifer placed one end of the measuring tape at my shoulder and pulled down, stopping in the ...

... middle of my hip. “Ok, so we are going as canned vegetables. You don’t need to measure. I wear a size seventeen shirt with a thirty-eight inch sleeve.” “We aren’t wearing shirts, Timmy. We are wearing vests of green felt leaves. That is why I had to measure you to figure out how much green felt to buy. Green felt with gold speckles. You are going to be so cute!” Jennifer reached up and pinched my nose to accentuate the word cute. I was beginning to realize that she was serious about wearing felt costumes. “Umm, Jen, we are wearing felt vests, in front of everyone else? Is that a good idea?” “Yes, we are wearing green felt vests, but don’t worry too much. I found matching light green lightweight turtle necks to wear under the vests. Yours might be just a little small, but you look good in tight shirts.” I relaxed a little realizing we were to be fully clothed. “Oh, that’s good. Do I need to find a pair of green slacks or jeans to wear? “ Jennifer looked up and her eye’s bore right into my eyes. She had bright hazel eyes that were magnets for anyone’s vision that looked upon her face. “Timmy, I told you I want to win the Best Dressed prize at the party. We aren’t going to schlock around in jeans. I swear, sometimes you can be a total slob.” “Then tell me, Little Sprout, exactly what are you planning for us to wear on our legs for this party. My long legs will require a lot of felt leaves to be totally covered. How are we going to sit in the felt?” I opened the refrigerator and ...