Message-ID: <6063eli$9712041244@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: steve1044@aol.com (Steve1044) Subject: The Color of Her Hair by Steve (m/f) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971203003100.TAA16004@ladder01.news.aol.com> The Color of Her Hair by Steve Ever since I can remember, I’ve had this thing for girls with red hair. For some reason, I think the red hair makes the woman more beautiful. I’m not saying that girls with another hair color are ugly, because believe me, they’re not. I just wanted to write this story in dedication to all of the beautiful ladies out there with beautiful red hair. So here it is, start jerking off……NOW! Coed dorms were a magical thing. Waking up in the morning to half naked women walking by your door is a very good thing. Not a week went by that I would walk by a half open door and peer in to see a women changing. It wasn’t always a hot woman, but when it was, I was rewarded for all the bad. Lucky for me, my roommate was just as horny as I was, if not more, and he let everyone know it. Every girl on campus knew that Stan, my roommate, wanted to fuck them. He had no problem walking up to a girl and asking them if they would like to fuck. Most girls slapped him, and some laughed because they knew him, and some actually fucked him! I often admired Stan’s lack of shame, but most of the time I was utterly embarrassed by it and had troubles being around him and women at the same time, though it was fun to sit back and watch from a distance. So, it all starts in my sophomore year. I was an art major, with a minor in teaching. I figured if all else failed, I could be an art teacher. Needless to say, as in all art departments, there were a lot of freaks. Fucked up hippies with more metal on their face than the fucking tin man. Scary shit. So one day, I’m sitting in my sculpture class, with all of the freaks, and I notice this other girl in my class that isn’t a freak. Me and her were the only normal ones in there. If that isn’t fate, I don’t know what is. And much to my pleasure, the professor told us to pair up into groups of, you guessed it, two. Naturally, the freaks mixed into one giant crowd and came out in pairs, leaving me and the normal girl as the last two. I built up some courage, popped a tic tac, and headed over to her table. "Hi, I’m Steve," I said, my voice almost cracking as she turned to look at me. I got my first glimpse of this girl. She was gorgeous! I could spend hours going on and on about how beautiful she was, but I won’t. In a whole, green eyes, red hair (what else?), and a cute little smile. But looks can be deceiving. "I’m Gloria, and I don’t want a partner," she said, flashing an evil look that hadn’t been on her face a few seconds before. "Sorry," I said, retreating instantly to my seat. After seeing the look on her face, I actually began to fear for my life. I began to wish Stan was there to ask if she wanted to fuck. I would have enjoyed seeing that response. The partner thing turned out to be just to critique each other’s work, so it was no big deal that I was alone for it, though I did feel stupid, not having a partner. My self esteem was hurting a little too after that whole she-demon thing and all. But it was all worth after class, when Stan came to meet me as I exited the art room. Directly behind me was the bitchy girl. "Hey baby, what do you say me and you go back to my place, oh…say, maybe…umm…fuck?" Stan said to her. She didn’t really say anything back, she just grunted and threw a right hook that would make Tyson cringe. It hit him square in the jaw, and he fell. Hard. She left him with a swift kick in the ribs as she walked off. Stan just wasn’t the same after that. That night, there was a party at the dorm. (like there was ever a night where there WASN’T a party) I needed something to take my mind off of school once in a while, and getting trashed and passing out on stairs will do that to you, so drank up. While I was on my third beer, I was asked by some hot chick to go find her some nachos. Who was I to argue, I just did as I told. I searched for a few minutes for any trace of non-alcoholic material, but failed. I was about to go back to the hot chick and tell her I couldn’t find any nachos and hope to get laid anyway, but before I could, I looked over in the corner of the hallway and saw a girl sitting by herself, drinking a coke. I walked over to her and sat down next to her. Luckily, I wasn’t drunk yet, because she didn’t look too happy and a drunk me might have pissed her off and might have met the same fate as Stan. (Interesting fact. That day, after he got punched, Stan had to get his jaw wired shut. You haven’t laughed until you’ve seen a guy suck down fifteen beers through a beer bong and listen to him try to talk with his jaw wired shut.) "Hi," I said, slouching down next to the girl. "Hi," she said back, taking a sip of her coke. "I’m Steve," I said. "I’m Paige," the girl said. I still hadn’t got a good look at her face, as she was hiding it with her hands. She seemed awfully depressed, and wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but neither was I, so it all worked out. "Why aren’t you up having fun?" I asked. "I’m not here by will. I live a few doors down, and I can’t get into my room because my roommate is in our room fucking her girlfriend," she said angrily. I almost said "Cool, you’re roommate is a lesbian," but I decided against it. The drunk me would have. But instead, I said, "Do you want to get out of here and get some coffee?" I asked, assuming she would say no and tell me to piss off. "Sure, why not," she said, unsure of herself at first, but then seeming confident. "Let’s go then," I said, standing up and holding out my hand to help her up. She took my hand and I pulled her up and we were on are way. We went down to the student center on the other side of campus, so the walk took us about five minutes. It had just gotten dark, and there were still a lot of people out, most of them heading to the party. I did, for the first time, see her face. It was beautiful. She had these beautiful big green eyes that seemed to radiate beauty, and I loved her pale complexion, it went well with her light red hair. All in all, she was very fuckable. We talked most of the way, mainly about school and other things every human has in common. IT wasn’t mind-blowingly wonderful, but it was nice, better than getting blitzed and passing out in someone else’s bed. "So why aren’t you taken yet?" I asked while I sipped my coffee. "You don’t want to know," she said. "Yeah I do," I said, persisting. "Trust me, you don’t," she said. "What? Are you like a guy or something?" I joked. She laughed. "No." "Then what is it?" I said, persisting even further. "Fine. I’ll tell you. My last boyfriend, Jake, loved to have women go down on him. When we started going out, he asked me go down on him. I had never done it before, so I told him I would try, for him. So while I was doing it, I got a little too relaxed and my mind drifted. Before I knew it, I accidentally bit him," she said ashamedly. She was blushing too. I don’t think she was accustomed to telling things of this nature to people she just met. At least it showed a break in her shyness, no matter how horrifying the story. "Ouch," I cringed. "I know. He dumped me within five minutes of the incident," she said. "That’s harsh. I mean, if you were going down on me, and you bit me, I would say ouch, and not let you suck my dick for a while, but I wouldn’t dump you. What an asshole," I said. "Would you like that?" she asked. "Excuse me?" I said, not sure as to what she meant. "Would you like me to suck your dick?" she said, surprising the hell out of me. "Uh…sure. I mean if you want to," I said. "No, I wanted to know if you wanted me to, it wasn’t me saying I was going to," she clarified. It seemed as though she had undergone some strange change within the last few minutes, from shy, nice girl, into open, naughty woman. "Sure. What kind of man would I be if I turned down a blow job," I said. "Is there a part of you who wants it because it is coming from me?" she asked seductively. "Uh…yeah, of course there is. I mean, you’re so beautiful," I said. "You think I’m beautiful?" she said disbelievingly. "Of course I do. Who wouldn’t?" I said, putting her in the hot seat instead of me. "Well…most guys I meet," she said. "Well, then they’re all fools for not seeing how beautiful you are," I said sincerely, placing my hand lightly on her cheek and rubbing her lips gently with my thumb. She kissed my thumb delicately and smiled at me. I wanted so badly to kiss her, but I had to ask her one thing first. "What was that whole thing about you sucking my dick. Why did you pursue that so thoroughly?" I asked. "I wanted to know if you liked me, because I really like you. So when I said something about giving head, you’re eyes lit up and I wanted to know if you were excited about the idea of getting head, or the idea of getting head from me," she said, now staring deep into my eyes and resting her hand on mine. "Well, it was because I was interested in knowing what it felt like to have your lips touch my body, but after the way your story ended, I’m not so sure," I said. Paige laughed and punched my arm playfully and I began laughing as well. Then we both just stopped laughing at the same time. The air was filled with that awkward silence that ruins so many good dates. Then something suddenly came over me and before I knew it, Paige’s lips were against mine. They were so soft, and creamy and tasted so amazing. It was the best kiss I had experienced in a long time. I ran my hand through her hair as I kissed her. It was silky between my fingers, almost massaging my skin as it touched it. I had always had a thing for red hair, but Paige personified exactly what my dream woman would be. The gentle curl in her hair made her all the more sexy. "You’re perfect," I whispered into Paige’s ear. She giggled and pulled her back a little to look at me, to see if I was kidding. I wasn’t, and she saw that in my eyes. A single tear streamed down her cheek. I gently wiped it away with my thumb and moved my face closer to hers. We kissed again, this time more urgent, with so much more passion. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. So delicate, yet so powerful. It was a shame that we were in the student center, because I wanted so badly to push her to the ground and make love to her right there. "Steve?" Paige said, pulling her lips an inch or two back from mine. "Yes?" I asked. "Can we go back to your place and get a little more comfortable?" she asked. "You have no idea how much I want to, but we can’t. The party pretty much originated at my place, so I’m not seeing it being cleared out any time soon," I said. "Well, then we’ll just have to find someplace else," she said, pulling me from my seat by my hand. "Where are we going?" I asked, Paige tugging me out of the student center and into the starry night. "Someplace romantic," she said. Romantic. Now there was a word I rarely heard in college. "Like?" I asked. "My place," she grinned. "But I thought your place was, you know, occupied," I said. "Well, then we better just hope that my roommate is done," she said, pulling me faster towards the dorm. She seemed very intent on getting to her room as fast as possible, and I had no real problem with that at all. We pushed our way back through the party, which was still going strong, even though half of the people there were passed out on the floor. The smell of date rape was definitely in the air that night. "Here we are, I don’t hear any moaning or anything, so we good so far," Paige said, placing her hand on the knob of the door in front of her. She twisted it, but it was locked. She pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked it. The door swung open slowly to show the darkness on the other side. Paige walked in cautiously, looking around. She turned back to me and smiled. "All clear," she grinned. I smiled back and walked in behind her. The second I was in the room, Paige slammed the door shut and jumped into my arms. Her face pressed tightly against mine, held there with her hands on the back of my head. Paige’s hips were grinding hard against my groin the whole time. I ran my hands down her back, tracing her curves all the way to her luscious ass. I gave it a firm a squeeze through her jeans. She wiggled with delight and ground her hips hard against my now amazingly erect manhood. "This would be easier on the bed," Paige whispered into my ear. Without a word, I reached down and scooped her up in my arms. She giggled and leaned up to kiss me. We shared our breath for a brief moment before I walked over to the bed, Paige suckling lovingly on my neck the whole time. I playfully dropped her on the bed. She giggled and grabbed my leg, pulling me down onto the bed with her. She grabbed the sides of my face and pulled my lips to hers. She shared in the wetness of one another’s mouth for a moment before it was interrupted and pure animal lust took over. Paige grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head, discarding it to the floor wildly. I saw fire in her eyes now. It matched her beautiful hair perfectly. I had sparked something inside of her, causing her raw animal lust to take over. Paige rolled me onto my back and straddled my groin, rubbing her jean-covered pussy against my manhood for a second or two before stopping to attend to other business, like the business of getting her clothes off. She threw off her shirt wildly and followed that with her bra. She cupped her little breast in her hands and kneaded them savagely, pulling at her nipples every couple of seconds. She was moaning softly now, and the air filled with the sweet aroma of her wetness that was undoubtedly staining her panties at that moment. I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to get in on the action, so I reached up and started stroking Paige’s stomach lightly, feeling and caressing her smooth, pale skin. I reached a little lower and undid the button of her jeans and unzipped them. I carefully slid them down her pelvis as she rose slightly so I could get them off of her. After some maneuvering and kicking, Paige’s pants fell to the floor. Now that my hands were free, they did some exploring. I started on her ass, massaging it gently as she rolled her hips across my pelvis. Her ass was fleshy, yet very firm at the same time. It seemed to make Paige work harder each time I gave it a little squeeze or pinch, so I kept my hands on it for awhile while she dry humped me. I couldn’t let this go on for too much longer though, because Paige had gotten me pretty hard, and if this lasted too long, I was gonna squirt it right in my pants, which would be very bad. That’s not the kind of first impression I really wanted to make. It took her awhile, but Paige finally seemed to be getting tired, and she slowed her hips down considerably until they almost weren’t even moving anymore. She slowly laid herself down on my chest and rested her head upon my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head as she finally came to stop on top of me. I delicately moved my hands up her back, caressing her soft flesh. "I want to fuck you so bad," I whispered into her ear. Her head tilted up and looked deep into my eyes with a devilish grin. "I know the feeling," she giggled, rolling off of me and grabbing the top of my jeans. Paige started to rub my cock lovingly through my pants, while the other hand skillfully unbuttoned and unzipped them. She slid the jeans down my legs and tossed them onto the floor, then went to work on my shorts. She didn’t seem to intent on actually getting them off, just getting them out of the way. She slid them down to my mid thigh and left them there, her hands retreating quickly to my member. She took my manhood in her hand and started stroking it gently with one hand, as the other cupped and massaged my balls. After all the dry humping, I was about ready to cum, and when her hand touched my balls I felt intensify. I was just seconds away from exploding all over the place. "I can’t take too much more of this," I groaned, shifting on my back to get comfortable. "Lightweight," she commented jokingly, putting her head closer to my dick. She flicked her tongue quickly across the head of my cock and that was that. I groaned heartily and let go. The first shot hit Paige right on the lips. When she realized what was happening, she engulfed my dick in her mouth and started sucking powerfully. She just swallowed the rest of my orgasm easily, not even showing the slightest sign of difficulty. I was amazed. That was a big load. It looked like someone had done this a few times before. "That felt incredible," I sighed, stroking Paige’s hair as she licked my cock clean. "That was awfully fast," she said in between licks. "I’m sorry. Maybe next time you shouldn’t dry fuck me for so long then," I said defensively. "Jeez, I was kidding. Don’t get all pissed at me," she said. "Sorry, I thought you were criticizing," I said. "It’s OK, as long as you can go again and this isn’t it for the night," she said, crawling up next to me in bed. "I’m not done yet. I’ve still got something left in me," I said. "Good," Paige said, straddling me once again, only this time she had lost her panties. I was really hoping to get to eat her before we fucked, but that didn’t look like it was happening now. Oh well. There was always the morning. "Mmmm," Paige moaned as she teased her cunt lips across my swollen cock head. she did this a few more times before finally letting my cock slip in between her sweet, warm pussy lips. She had the tightest pussy I had ever felt. Paige put her hands on my chest and quickly got to work, grinding her hips down into me and forcing me to the bed. I tried to thrust up, but it seemed futile, she was pushing way too hard down on me. I had my hands on her waist, giving her a little extra support, and a little extra force too. And I was rewarded for my effort. With a combination of Paige’s tight pussy and her torrid movements, I felt a pleasure that I didn’t know existed. It was the greatest fuck I had ever experienced. "Paige, that feels great!" I called out. "I know sweety, it does," she moaned back. I suddenly got tired of feeling useless, so I grabbed Paige by the arms and threw her to my side, rolling on top of her as she hit the bed. Now things were reversed, and all without ever letting me slide out of her. Damn I’m good. "Now you just sit back and enjoy," I said. Paige just smiled devilishly again. I started rocking my hips back and forth slowly, watching my dick slip in and out of Paige’s slippery womanhood. Her juices were abundant, covering my entire pubic as well as hers, not to mention the immense amount that had rolled down my thighs. Thrust after thrust, moan after moan, we went on like this for awhile. Paige was propped up on her elbows, watching me enter her. I was watching her little breasts heave up and down on her chest. Now I like big boobs as much as the next guy, but when I am having sex with a woman, I like her breasts small. I like her to feel real. When I sleep with a woman with huge tits, she feels so fake. I’m weird I guess, but that’s just the way I like it. "Feels so good baby," Paige mumbled under her moans. Paige was very vocal during sex, but not loud. She would just let long strings of low volume moans, causing her lips to pucker into a little "O." It was incredibly sexy. I had felt it building for some time now, but hadn’t really been a threat yet. But now it seemed inevitable. I got as many strokes in as I could before I pulled out. Paige wondered why I’d stopped, then she saw me take my cock in my hand and she knew. I stroked myself once and shot off immediately. My seed splashed over Paige’s stomach and chest. I kept stroking myself for a few seconds afterwards, caught up in my orgasm. I finally stopped and looked up at Paige’s face. She didn’t look too pleased. "I’m sorry," I said, quickly getting up to grab something to wipe her off with. I saw a roll of paper towels and grabbed it. I tore a few off and wiped my semen from Paige’s body and discarded the wadded up towels. I came back to the bed and laid down next to her, putting my arm around her. "Don’t touch me," she said. "What’s wrong?" I asked. "I’m not some porno movie slut. I can’t believe you did that," she said in utter disgust. "I’m sorry," I repeated. "Sorry isn’t gonna change shit. Get your clothes and get the hell out of here. You disgust me," she snorted, crawling under the covers, as though I wasn’t allowed to see her naked now. "OK," I said, gathering my clothes quickly. I dressed in record time and headed for the door. I turned around to say something to her and all I got was her middle finger being waved in my direction. I guess talking about it was out of the question, so I just left. The party was still going on, barely. I few people were left standing, but they were long gone. I grabbed myself a can of beer from one of the many coolers and headed to my room, which was now a total disaster. Beer cans everywhere, drunk people sleeping on my floor, on my table, in my bed. I popped open the beer and took a few sips and headed for my bed. I threw the guy that was sleeping there on the floor and crawled under the covers. I laid there and drank my beer until I fell asleep, the whole time thinking about Paige. They say that women with red hair are fiery and hard to tame. They say that they are strong willed and powerful. Boy was that the truth. Moral of the story guys, don’t blow your load on a chick unless she asks you to. They may do it in pornos, but not many girls in real life enjoy that sort of shit. 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