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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.

THE END

Please send all questions, comments, or whatever the fuck else you
have to steve1044@aol.com Please don’t send me any requests for
stories, just go to my website at
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