Author's Note: This is the third in the series of episodes that occurred at certain times when I wore my lucky Steelers "I LOVE DICK" T-shirt. You don't necessarily have to read the first two chapters to follow this third chapter.
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"Dancing with the Stars?"
"Yes, Sarah, that is the theme of my sorority's Halloween party," my sister Katie responded. "It's a contest. Best dancers win a big prize."
I decided to visit my younger sister Katie at her campus on Halloween because October 31 is her birthday. She and I are very close and could almost pass for twins except she has quite noticably larger breasts. We both have red hair and blue eyes and are about the same height. Yeah, and we both have a few freckles here and there. But I must say I was a bit surprised when she came out of the shower and tossed her towel on the floor, and I noticed she had some freckles on her bum, like me. I should have warned her about nude beaches.
"I don't know anybody here but you, Katie. I'm not dancing with some stranger," I objected.
"But you have sex with strangers, don't you Sarah?"
"Say what?"
"The truck stop."
"Hey, he was no stranger. Well, not for long. That was Dr. Masterson, my Myths and Rituals of Creation and Procreation professor. I'll be getting an 'A' in his class. How did you know about him, anyway?"
(Author's Note: See my first "I Love Dick" for details of this sordid affair.)
"Oh, your roommate Julia told me the whole story. I had called for you, but you were out. At the truck stop again, she said. That girl is such a gossip!"
"Really. She is going to catch hell when I get back to school," I snapped. I thought about the time I humped Julia's virgin ass with the strap-on. Yes indeed, she wouldn't be able to sit down for a week—again. "Where are you having the party?" I inquired.
"Right here at the sorority house. This building used to be a hotel. We even have a ballroom and a bar!"
"Katie, most of you girls aren't old enough to legally drink!" I chastised.
"Like that matters. Remember when we raided Daddy's wine cellar way back when? You didn't complain about underage drinking all those times. Anyway, we have campus security and the local police in our pockets, if ya know what I mean."
"No, I don't know what you mean. Do you pay them off?"
Katie tittered. "Sort of, but not with money."
"With what?"
"We get them off."
"Sex?" I frowned at her.
"Oh, not me, of course, but some of the other sorority sisters do. That is the responsibility of the juniors and seniors."
"Speaking of Daddy, isn't he coming up here for your birthday?"
"Yeah, he is already here somewhere. This is his alma mater, you know. He gave me my birthday present last night." She snickered, and the smirk on her face was quite curious.
"So what did Daddy give you? Show it to me!"
"No, I'm not telling. Ask him yourself. He'll probably tell you. Daddy is coming to the Halloween party tonight. I bet he is out looking for a real cool costume. Remember some of those costumes he wore when we were kids? He scared the crap out of me!"
"Me too! What a joker he was, and still is. Well, until Mom died last year, anyway."
"He's back to his old self, Sarah—you'll see."
"Well, Katie, I don't have a costume to wear to your Halloween shindig."
She stared at the black T-shirt I wore that said "I LOVE DICK" in big gold letters and then "Lebeau" in smaller letters under that. Dick LeBeau is the Pittsburgh Steelers defensive coordinator. "Why don't you go as a Steelers cheerleader? Just wear that T-shirt. I have a Hot Fash spree yellow miniskirt you can borrow and some Victoria's Secret black invisible lace hip-hugger panties. We can make some pompoms and stuff. How about it?"
"But the Steelers don't have cheerleaders."
"They do now!"
"Okay, I guess. So what is your costume?"
Katie, still naked, got the Pink Panther costume out of her closet.
"Sweet," I complimented.
"Yeah, and check out one of my accessories for the costume."
Katie got something out of her dresser drawer, and I couldn't tell what it was at first because her hands covered most of it fondly.
When I did recognize it I giggled and purred, "So the Pink Panther has been masturbating with the Pink Panther."
She laughed. "I do a lot more than that with it. Ask my sorority sisters. This little piece of pleasure equipment cost $50! It works great in a harness, and look, it has a waterproof mini-vibe that fits in the bottom."
"You're a lesbian?"
"No, but I do like girls. They kiss and do certain other things better than the boys, especially the frat rats. Don't you like girls?"
"Uh . . . well . . . I . . . sometimes."
"My roommate Heather jokes that she is a LUG—Lesbian Until Graduation—but I caught her giving the dude who owns this building a blowjob the other day. She told me he came to unplug the toilet, and when he discovered the source of the problem was certain feminine products that had been flushed, he got real angry. Heather claimed she had to do something to calm him down."