Manmoirs: Red Heads Do It Best - Sex Stories

Manmoirs: Red Heads Do It Best

Second semester began and so did my wandering eyes. New classes and fine asses was plenty enough for me. What was perfect was the 4-day school week where I treated Friday like a Good Friday - in my case, a Great Friday off from school. First couple of days back in class I realized I didn't have any friends with me. Needless to say I kept quiet, listened, took notes and checked out girls around the classroom. Typical college loner day, right? I run into a buddy in cafeteria around lunch by-chance (texting wasn't prevalent just yet), and we went over our classes and schedule. He implored me to come out to Pub Night on the Thursday since I was off Fridays. I told him I'd do it the following week. In-between that very point and Pub Night was quite interesting... Got back into class on the Monday and noticed this cute red head sitting next to me, who had sat beside me the previous week. So I decided to strike up a conversation. "Hi, I'm Dean. I don't know anyone in this class and thought I'd introduce myself." "Hi I'm Christine. I saw you talking to my friend Rachel last week. Do you know her?" Ah yes, Rachel. Almost a year earlier we began hooking up. Tall blond, now has a serious boyfriend. "Yes! We had a bunch of classes last year." "Well Dean she said you're great guy. When I recognized you today I thought I'd come sit with you. I don't know anyone here either." This is good , I thought... After class we started walking toward the cafeteria and discussed the topic from class. ...

... I realized she knew a few people I knew from the previous year. She then asked if I ever go to Pub Night. I told her I'd be there on the Thursday. She then invited me to a house nearby to pre-drink before attending. That was my cue to buy a 6-pack before Thursday. I arrived and saw Rachel plus Ally, the other red head I hooked up with early in first year. I played it cool and just poured Molson Canadian while I struck up a few conversations. Christine came over with a bottle of vodka, glassy eyes and a seductive smile. "DEAN!!!! Hey!" She is buzzed. Not completely tanked but quite friendly and in the mood to dance. She wrapped her arm around mine. I knew right then and there to keep her attention as much as I could. Too many times in the past I had let a girl semi-drunk with ADD walk toward some other stiff looking to impress everyone with his bottle of Jack. I wasn't there to be the life of the party; I was there to enhance the party. We took a short mission walk to the pub - every drunk walk is a mission, right? We arrived and the dancing began. Christine grabbed me and we got lost in the crowd of college kids drunk, high and looking to party. Christine started grinding up on me, and my bulge was just screaming to be let out of my jeans. We danced for a while until she asked to go get a drink. I was intrigued when she asked for a sprite. "Are you sure you just want a sprite?" "Dean, I wanna take you to my dorm and fuck your brains out." Sprite it is! I don't want this chick ...