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

Class of 82 ~ The Little Sister Halloween Party

... grabbed a Miller Lite. Jennifer turned her back to me and bent over to write the measurements down on our kitchen table. My eyes immediately were glued to the taut curves of her ass. The tight, tattered denim left little to the imagination. I caught a glimpse of the bright red panties through one of the holes in her jeans. “We aren’t wearing felt leaves on our legs. We will be wearing green tights.” A lightning bolt went off in my head when I heard Jennifer utter that word. “Tights? As in stockings? As in stocking tights?” “Just think how cute you and I will be in matching tights and these green felt vests. Everyone will love seeing the big man on campus and his little sister in tights.” “Yes, Jen, everyone on campus will love to see you in tights, especially a house full of my fraternity brothers, especially after a couple rounds of beers at the party. But believe me, no one wants to see me in tights, and I am hardly the big man on campus. That was your boyfriend your freshman year, the senior football player. What was his name? Carton?” Jennifer turned to face me, a big grin on her face. “His name was Carter, you asshole. His name was Carter and we both know it was his brain that was on the side of a milk carton. Very funny. And he was a hardly a BMOC. He was a hunk, but just a dumbass hunk. You can’t blame me. I was just a naïve freshman.“ Jennifer pointed her index finger up against her chin, rolled her eyes skyward to emphasize how naïve she had been. “Besides, it’s not ...

... like you haven’t paraded around at a party on this campus in sheer tights before. Remember Alyssa Bateman’s bachelorette party. You were the talk of the campus after that night, and rightly so I might add.” Jennifer focused her eyes on my crotch just to emphasize her point. “In fact, I think that is when you got the title of big man on campus if I remember correctly,” Jennifer giggled as her glassy eyes continued to stare at the midsection of my jeans. As my face flushed into a light shade of crimson, I recalled that night about a year ago of Alyssa Bateman’s bachelorette party. Alyssa, Jennifer, and Katie Price were sisters at Phi Gamma sorority. The party was at Katie’s apartment. Katie just happened to be my girlfriend of the last two years. We broke up after Katie graduated last May, but that is a story for another time. Katie lived with three other girls in a nice apartment with a large family room her senior year. I had planned to stop by that night just to check in, before meeting up with my own fraternity brothers at The Corner Tap, one of our favorite college bars. When I walked into the party at Katie’s apartment, I realized I knew most of the girls. The sounds of The Clash and The Romantics played on the stereo, and I sat down to join a game of Quarters. Quarters was a drinking game of our time that had you trying to bounce a quarter off a table into a plastic cup of beer. If the quarter went in the cup, the bouncer of the quarter picked who drank the beer. If the ...