Message-ID: <41.repost$980806050109@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: steve1044@aol.com (Steve1044) Subject: My Life Part 1: The Redhead Obsession by Steve (MF) 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: <1998080603211800.XAA26078@ladder03.news.aol.com> My Life - Part 1: The Redhead Obsession by Steve This is the first of a hopefully ongoing series of stories of my real life sexual experiences. Sure, there will be a few light exaggerations, but only because if told the way it actually happened, it would be boring. So each story will have a little stretching of the sexual encounters, but all information will be real. In case anyone hasn’t noticed, I have this thing for girls with red hair. In this story, I will tell you were this strange obsession comes from. I was always an odd person, usually depressed and hateful. My parents downright loathed me at times, and so did most of the people I met, especially at school. None of the other kids liked me because I always talked about how everyone was going to die someday, and when you’re eight, that’s a frightening thought that you shouldn’t be contemplating, but of course, I was. So none of the kids liked me, with the exception of one girl, Shannon. Shannon lived next door to me and I had been friends with her since before I can remember. And all through the years, no matter what happened to the other, we always stayed close. We were very much the same person, except with very different genitalia, as you will later find out. Looking back, I can say that this is where the obsession begins. You see, Shannon had long, beautiful, curly red hair. Being best friends, we shared everything with each other. We were thirteen and puberty had descended upon Shannon, but not me yet. She told me of the changes she was going through, like her periods and the growth of pubic hair. Well, for some reason, my horny little teenage body really got turned at the idea of Shannon’s pubic region. For a short period, maybe six months, until I went into puberty myself, I found myself strongly attracted to Shannon. After that, I was attracted to anything that moved and she had a boyfriend, so things just ended there. But after my little crush on Shannon, I found myself looking at women with red hair more than any others. In my father’s stash of porno magazines, there was one with a pictorial of a beautiful red haired woman that I often enjoyed as I masturbated. Luckily, my father kept his magazines hidden in the attic, so they were easily accessible without waking my parents at night. So that’s were it all started, with my best friend. And oddly enough, that is were it would end as well. We were in college now, junior year to be exact. Shannon and I started out at different universities, her leaving the state and heading to small literary college to the north, and I being too lazy to move and going to an art college about twenty miles from where we grew up. Shannon got fed up with her college of choice after a year and transferred to the same college that I attended. The school, though mainly an art school, offered an impressive literary program to accommodate Shannon’s wish to be a literary major. I of course, was a graphic design major. (Looking back now, that was a mistake) Shannon and I lived in an apartment building just off campus. We managed to find a building with two openings so we could live under the same roof. Like I said before, we were always very close. It started on a lazy Saturday afternoon. I was sitting on my couch, drinking a beer and watching some meaningless TV when I heard knocking upon my door. I rose to my feet and headed for the door. As always, it was Shannon. "I’m sorry, did I wake you?" Shannon said looking down at her watch and smiling. It was around three in the afternoon. "You would have about an hour ago," I said honestly, letting her in and shutting the door behind her. "You’re such a lazy piece of shit," she said, helping herself to a coke from the fridge. "Just because you feel the need to wake up earlier than me doesn’t make me lazy. The fact that I have a refrigerator in my living room makes me lazy," I said, opening the refrigerator door from my seat on the couch. "Yeah, you’re right," agreed Shannon. "So what brings you to my palace of love?" I questioned. "Palace of love? Ha! The only time I hear anything coming from up here is when you get your new Swank at the beginning of the month, and even then the noise usually only lasts for a minute or two at the most," quipped Shannon. You see, her apartment is directly below mine, and she often tells me that she can hear me beating off. "Thank you for that stunning destruction of my self esteem, now what can I do for you?" I asked. "I need your help moving some furniture in my apartment," she said. "Then you’re asking the wrong guy," I said. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a nice guy, and I’m not a wuss, I was just giving her a hard time. "Well, then I’ll just have to go ask a real man, like Frank," she said defiantly. Frank was the date rapist that lived next door to me. We was the typical jock. We both hated him, and was often used as a threat in our arguments. "Fine, I’ll help you. Just stay away from that guy," I said. "Ahh, it’s so cute when you look out for me like that," she said. "It’s only because I want to fuck you," I blurted out. "Ugh," Shannon said in disgust as she punched me in the arm. "You’re just repulsed because you want it too." That earned me another punch. What can I say? Sometimes it’s fun to piss your friends off. So there I was, standing in Shannon’s living room, staring at her couch and wishing I had brought a beer with me. Shannon’s couch was unbelievable. It was one of the ones that you put in a corner, and it goes on both walls, so it’s like having two couches and a table in between them. The thing was fucking huge. "So where is it going," I sighed. "I want the TV to go where the couch is now, and the couch to go where the two chairs are," Shannon said. "With two chairs going to where the TV used to be," I assumed. "No, the chairs are going to Goodwill," she said. "Oh," I said, thinking of the fun it would be to carry those downstairs, seeing as how our elevator was broke and the repairman wasn’t coming until Monday. "I wonder what I should do to fill the space. I can’t afford new chairs," she pondered. "Well, you could always keep these chairs. They’re not in bad shape," I noted. "What? They look like shit. To you these maybe high quality pieces of furniture, but to people who actually give a damn, they look horrible," said Shannon. "Did I teach you nothing in all our years of friendship? Care about nothing!" I said. "How is that, caring about nothing?" she said, starting to get pissed. "It treats me pretty good," I said. "You can sit there and tell me that you care about nothing?" she said. "No, actually I can’t," I confessed. "Oh really? I want to hear this. What useless piece of crap are going to claim to care about?" she said, growing more and more angry. "You," I simply said. "What?" she stammered. "I said I care about you." That got her. "I-I-I’m sorry," she stuttered. "You know you called yourself a useless piece of crap?" I pointed out. "Yes. Thanks for pointing that out," she said. "No problem," I said. "So if I were to die tomorrow, you would be sad?" she asked. "Of course I would. We’ve known each other for more years than I can remember. You’re the only person that means anything to me in this world," I stated. "What about Kevin? Or Jim? You don’t care about them. They’re your friends," Shannon said. "Yeah, but they don’t mean anything to me. I’ve known them for a year, maybe two. They are good guys and I get along with them, but they aren’t that important to me. If they left tomorrow, I’d be upset, but nothing I wouldn’t get over. Friends like them are a dime a dozen if you look in the right places. But you, Shannon, you are one in a million. I’ve never met anyone In my life that challenges me as much as you do. I’ve never met anyone as open, or as creative as you. You give me a reason to get out of bed in the morning," I said. Shannon sat on the couch speechless for a second. I wasn’t sure if it was the shock of saying how I felt about her or if it was the shock from the fact that I spoke of my emotions period. She had always bugged me to speak more of my emotions, but I just suppressed them. I couldn’t bare to let anyone in. Not even Shannon. But I guess this kind of broke my silence. What Shannon did next caught me totally off guard. She leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. When her soft lips touched mine, it felt electric, sending a tingling sensation through the entire length of my body. I knew this is what I wanted all along, but had just never actually thought consciously about. "I’ve wanted you for so long now," Shannon whispered in between kisses. Things started to get hotter between the two of us as Shannon straddled my lap on the couch and pulled me into her sweet embrace. "I love you," she whispered into my ear as she kissed my neck softly. "I love you too," I said, kissing her gently on the back of her neck. As I stood up, Shannon wrapped her legs around my back and her arms clung around my neck. She continued to shower my face and neck with her kisses as I carried her into her bedroom. "I want you to make love to me," Shannon whispered. "Anything for you," I whispered as I laid her down on the bed and gently laid down on top of her. Her lips found mine almost instantly and we fell into a passionate embrace. Shannon had my shirt off in no time and slowly worked her beautiful lips down to my chest, sucking gently on my nipples. I combed my hands gently through the beautiful curls of her soft, red hair. Shannon began travel south, leaving a trail soft little kisses down to the top of my pants. Her hand carefully rubbed the throbbing bulge in my underwear as the other quickly released the button and zipper of my pants. She pulled them off slowly, watching intently as my manhood came into her view. "It’s beautiful," Shannon said, taking my penis in her hand and stroking it gently. The sight of her petite little hand stroking my length almost got me off right then, but somehow I managed to muster enough self control to hold off. I wanted it to be special with Shannon, so I didn’t want it to end too quickly. And if I wanted to prolong myself, Shannon was going to have to stop her wonderful hand job. "Come here sweety," I said, motioning Shannon up to me. She slid seductively up my body and gave me a soft kiss on my cheek. "What is it," Shannon asked sensually. It was so strange to see her like this. It had always been hard to picture this seemingly innocent girl doing anything like this, but here she was, live in person. It was really turning me on. "I want to be inside of you," I whispered. "And I want you inside of me," Shannon shot back with a little grin. She sat up on my stomach, with her cute little ass resting against the tip of my cock. She slowly slid her shirt over her head, showing me her beautiful little bra-covered breasts. She reached behind her back and undid the clasp that held her bra on. The small piece of silk slid off of Shannon’s body so majestically, revealing her bare breasts to me for the first time. They were so beautiful. Each was maybe the size of an apple, with a puffy pink nipple in the middle. I admired the beauty of them as Shannon continued to undress. Her jeans came off, leaving her in a cute pair of white cotton panties. She quickly shed those and showed me her beautiful little pussy. There was soft little patch of red hair above her slit, which folded inside of her, making her pussy look like that of a little girl. It was so cute that I had to reach out and touch it. Shannon cooed softly as my fingers gently ran the length of her slit. She was soaking wet. Shannon broke me away from my admiration of her naked form as she lifted her hips from my stomach and grabbed a hold of my cock. She slowly lowered herself down onto me, making the cutest little faces as I sunk deeper and deeper into her. "Oh god," Shannon moaned almost silently, "this feels so good." With a few small strokes of her hips, I was all the way inside of Shannon, and it felt wonderful. I had never experienced a pussy as tight as hers. It felt like there were thousands of little hands gently massaging my cock. Shannon’s mouth was closed, but I could hear these tiny little shrieks coming from her lips. It was so sexy. I wanted to taste her lips again, so I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her down to me. Her soft feminine lips pressed lovingly against my own. Her hands were suddenly on my head, stroking my hair and pulling my face tighter against hers. After our heated kiss, I pulled Shannon up my body, so that her beautiful breasts were right in front of my face. I reached my tongue out and ran it along her breast and over her nipple. I turned my head a little and did the same to the her other breast. I tried to get one of Shannon’s cute little nipples into my mouth, but her body was moving too quickly against my groin. I tried several times to avail, but eventually got one of her little buds in my mouth. I sucked on it gently at first, but the lust that had enveloped me soon took over. "Oh shit!" Shannon screamed, this being her first coherent sound since I had slipped inside of her. I guess having her nipples sucked was feeling really good. And of course, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. I pulled my mouth away from Shannon’s exquisite breast just in time to warn her of my impeding ejaculation. She seemed not to really care though, as she just continued thrusting herself downward onto me. I was about to tell her again to make sure she heard, but it was too late. I groaned and as my eyes rolled back in my head and I just let go, spilling my seed inside of best friend’s tight little pussy. I grabbed her sweet little ass and held her tight against me as I rode out my orgasm. "That was the worst sex I’ve ever had," Shannon said as she rolled off of me. Her breathing was staggered to say the least. "Same here," I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulder as she cuddled against me. We both smiled at each other. I think we both knew that was the best sex either of had ever had. "You know I love you. I always have," Shannon said. "I love you too," I said. We laid there together for awhile, gently stroking and touching one another. "Earlier you said that you have wanted this for so long. How long is so long?" I asked. "Oh god," Shannon said, trying to recall, "Since about junior year of high school." "Really? Was there something that just did it for you all of the sudden, or was it a gradual thing?" I asked. "It was sudden. It was that time that I spent the weekend at your house when my parents went to go visit my aunt in Florida," Shannon recalled, "On the first night, I got up really late to use the bathroom. As I walked by your room, I saw that the door was open and heard some noise. I peeked in, and in the pale moonlight, I saw you jerking off." "Great story," I said shamefully, bowing my head as the blood rushed to my cheeks. "I’m glad you’re enjoying it. So anyway, I watched for a few seconds then decided that I probably shouldn’t be watching you, so I continued on to the bathroom. It didn’t really hit me as to how much that had turned me on until I pulled down my panties and realized that I was pretty wet. Watching you made me horny, and ever since that night, I have thought of you in a sexual way. I just have never said anything," finished Shannon. "I can’t believe you saw me jerk off," I said in shame. "Don’t feel bad, it turned me on," Shannon reassured me. "I know, but you just ruined my realization that I went through my entire adolescence without getting caught beating it. Damn you," I said smiling again. "I’m sorry. Maybe sometime you can watch me masturbate," Shannon said seductively. And believe me, that time came. A year has past, and Shannon and I are still together. In fact, we’re engaged. Our sex life is constantly getting better, and should be, seeing as how we get so much practice, considering we fuck like rabbits. I hope you enjoyed this tale. Hopefully there will be another on the way soon. THE END Please send all questions, comments, suggestions, and/or nude photos of yourself (no men for this one, please) to steve1044@aol.com Don’t e-mail me asking for stories. Just go straight to my website. It has every story that I have written on it. http://members.aol.com/steve1044/index.htm -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----