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

Class of 82 ~ The Little Sister Halloween Party

... saw everything. Every inch,” she giggled. “And why are you blushing, you certainly have nothing to be ashamed over. Well maybe some very bad dancing. Next time, leave the stripper dance to the strippers.” “Well I don’t usually go around showing my family jewels off to large groups of women. Damn tequila that night.” “Timmy. I can guarantee you that every girl there wanted to trade places with Alyssa. Once we got over the initial surprise of your size, and how hard you were, every single girl there was drooling.” I didn’t think through my next actions. They just instinctively happened. I grasped Jennifer by the shoulder, caught up in her words. “What about this gorgeous girl in front of me now, was she drooling as well?” Jennifer stared into my eyes, and spoke very softly, almost whispering. “Yes, most especially this girl.” Our heads both slowly leaned in, hesitating for a brief instant, and then continued leaning until our lips met. Our first kiss was momentarily chaste, as if we were tip-toeing into cold water. But our mutual hesitancy, gave way to a shared passion. A very heated shared passion of lips kissing and tongues swirling then gave way to a feeling of growing emotion between the two of us. As we kissed, I could not believe who was in my arms. Jennifer and I could only describe our relationship previous to today as friendly, playful, and platonic. We were obviously very comfortable with each other, but had never shared a single romantic moment or gesture with one ...

... another. I readily admit I had previously fantasized being with Jennifer, just as every other male on campus had fantasized about being with Jennifer. Besides, I had been dating Katie during Jennifer’s first two years on campus. When Jennifer started at Rochester her freshman year, her reputation as one of the most striking beauties on campus grew quickly. She was certainly a gorgeous young woman. Anyone with functioning eyes could see that. But Jennifer was also blessed with an engaging, outgoing personality, which flourished in groups of people and was especially evident in one on one conversation. She spoke directly to you, and one walked away from a conversation with Jennifer feeling that you had known each other for many years. Being a new beauty on campus, Jennifer endured many pick-up lines and men trying to capture her attention. She was always polite in refusing requests for dates, often referring to her hometown boyfriend who was supposedly the son of a Louisiana congressman. The stigma of a hometown boyfriend helped keep the campus wolves at bay. I was never really sure that the hometown boy existed though. Jennifer made excuse after excuse why he couldn’t make her sorority dances, and he never once made it to Rochester to be with Jennifer. If I had been her hometown boy, I would never leave Jennifer alone for one weekend, let alone every weekend. And now here Jennifer was in my arms, our bodies pressed close, and our lips were locked together. We momentarily broke ...