My college roommate was a shmuck, a womanizing pretty boy that would fuck any woman he could stick his pathetic little pecker in. Yes, I lived with the guy, so yes, I’d seen his dick. I would guess a bit smaller than average, but he seemed to be successful with it.

By the end of our first semester, I had counted at least twenty. I rarely saw the same one twice, but there were a few of the less attractive girls that would come back for more.

During the week, I went to bed at ten, because I had early morning classes. Tommy never had a class before 10:00 a.m., so he would stroll in with his nightly conquest at 1:00 a.m., and want me to leave. I left once, then told him to fuck off after that. So he would stumble in with a girl and assure her I was asleep and wouldn't wake. Then proceeded to get whatever he could off of her, handjob, blowjob, or a fuck.

I’m sure today, Tommy is either an irritating car salesman or dead from sticking his lure in someone else’s pond.

Tommy’s most redeeming quality was his looks. Blonde hair, blue eyes, great smile, and a crafty tongue that could convince the most reluctant to drop her panties.

It was in our sixth week when he dropped the cake. Now some people would say I was picking up his crumbs, but this night it was the whole cake with two great big cherries on top. Ginger was the head cheerleader and literally the hottest girl on campus. She had red hair with emerald green eyes, she was tall at 5’8”, had C or D size tits, and an ass that could make a blind man see. How she ended up with Tommy, the world may never know.

So I really couldn’t believe my eyes, but I recognized Ginger the minute the door was opened. Tommy did his normal convincing routine that I was sleeping, and off her clothes came. Even in the dim light, I could see she was stunningly beautiful.

She started by giving Tommy a top-notch blowjob. As I said, Tommy wasn’t well endowed, and I could tell she had him to the pubes on the downstroke. It wasn’t long before he was grunting and cumming in her mouth. The shmuck never warned her, just came in her mouth without a word. She had the last laugh, though, as she spit it in his pubes.

Tommy laid back as she stood, and she told him she would be back in a minute and went into the bathroom.

Now comes the good part; Tommy laid back and passed out into an alcohol-induced slumber and started snoring. Ginger came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and stood there a moment listening to the asshole snoring. I assumed trying to wake Tommy before she exclaimed, “What the fuck, wake the fuck up. Hey… you fucking asshole.”

Ginger stood there another moment, and then walked over to my bed and said, “Hey, you really sleeping?”

“No, and for the record, he’s the one that would sleep through an earthquake,” I replied.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“James.”

“Do you have a girlfriend, James?”

“No,” I answered.

“… Don’t you want to know my name?”

“I already know your name, Ginger,”

“Well, James, I’m horny and really need a nice stiff cock right now; you interested,” she asked.

“Sure, but what about him?”

“Screw him, he had his chance and lost it!” she exclaimed.

Ginger yanked my covers off, grabbed the sides of my boxers, and pulled them off. She was on top of me in a flash, grinding her pussy along my already stiff cock.

This is where I would distinguish myself from the likes of Tommy and his ilk. The women that laid in my bed were always serviced first. I quickly flipped Ginger to the bottom and started working my way down that gorgeous body.

Remember the cherries on top I mentioned earlier? Yeap, two nipples the size of dark ripe cherries, that stuck out an inch as I sucked them to full size. Ginger pressed my face hard against her breast and moaned loudly as I sucked each nipple for several minutes.

I worked my way down, kissing her flat stomach, stopping to lick out her perfect belly button. This seemed to drive her wild, and I think she even had her first orgasm. I continued down and kissed all around her prize, just blowing warm air across her vulva. She would thrust her sex at my mouth. Still, I continued to tease her for several minutes before she finally couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face into her steaming sex.

As my tongue ran through her swollen, wet folds, she screamed out, “Oh god, yes, a real man!”

I worked my tongue in and out of her pussy. I stayed away from her clit until I saw she was on the edge, then shoved two fingers into her and found her G-spot. I then clamped my mouth on her clit and grabbed it lightly with my teeth while flicking it with my tongue. This sent Ginger over the precipice, and her orgasm was the most intense I had ever seen. She had a white-knuckled grip on the bed, and pushed herself into a backbend, taking me with her.

Ginger bucked, screamed, and moaned like I had only heard in porn movies. That asshole Tommy, never moved a muscle.

I kissed and licked her pussy clean as she slowly came down. It took her a full five minutes before her breathing returned to normal, and her eyes fluttered open.

She just stared at me for a minute before she spoke, “Oh my god, where have you been all my life,” she stated.

She held her hands out for me and pulled me up to her face. “Kiss me?” she asked.

I’m sure I gave her an odd look, because she said, “Don’t worry, I brushed my teeth and gargled after,” she looked over at Tommy, “What an asshole.”

I smiled at her and pressed my lips to hers, our tongues meeting in the middle. Our tongues wrestled around for several minutes before she flipped us over and started working herself down my body. She got me back with some teasing of her own. She licked and kissed up and down my shaft for several minutes without hitting the sensitive spots.

She smiled at me after several minutes before she commented, “You’ve got a really nice cock. Not too small, not too big, just right says momma bear.”

With that said, she engulfed my cock in her warm mouth but gagged a little when she tried to get it all in. She could only get about two-thirds in her mouth. I looked over at Tommy and smiled.

She was giving me the best blowjob I had ever had, and after a couple of minutes, I told her, “I’m getting really close.” After another thirty-second, I told her, “I’m cumming.”

Ginger, never let up and took a huge load. She looked at me, smiling with my dick in her mouth, and swallowed. Then she continued to suck and lick me clean. She finished and opened her mouth to show me my cum.

“Wait, don’t swallow yet,” I said.

I pulled out from beneath her and ran into the bathroom, and came back with; Yeap, you guessed it, Tommy’s toothbrush. I handed Ginger the toothbrush and said, “Here, spit some on here, it’s his.”

Ginger got a wicked grin on face, took the toothbrush, and spit some of my cum on it. I took it and put it back in place before returning to bed.

“You want more, or have you had enough?” I asked.

“Oh, hell, no!” Ginger exclaimed. “I want that dick until the sun comes up.”

And so, we did; I believe Ginger tried every position in the Kama Sutra that night.

My favorite was the tried and true Cowgirl. Ginger gave me a long slow fuck while riding my cock. The look of ecstasy on her face, the glistening sweat across her body, her fiery red hair a tangled mess, and those emerald green eyes staring into my soul. The memory still gives me chills thirty-five years later.

Ginger and I slept until an angry Tommy woke us from our naked embrace, slumber.

“What the fuck dude, bro code, we don’t steal each other's girls,” yelled Tommy.

“Dude, don’t even go there with that bro code shit. You’ve tried to fuck every girl I’ve gone out with. What, you think they didn’t tell me, you shmuck.”

“And, he didn’t steal me you dickless asshole. I went to him after your dumb ass passed out on me. So, don’t even bother calling me; lose my number.”

Tommy stormed out, and I had my first college girlfriend. Ginger and I dated until the next summer. We stayed in touch and even met up for a few dates and sex that summer. Much to my regret, I dropped out of college and joined the U.S. Navy. Ginger visited me the next summer, and we had a last roll in the hay.

Her last words to me, “James, I need to know if you still want me when you’re finished with this?”

“Ginger, I want you, but I don’t think I can give you the life you deserve. I’ve got seven more years of service, you only have a couple more years of college. It wouldn’t be fair for me to ask you to wait for me.”

“James, I have a new boyfriend, and he’s asked me to marry him. I couldn’t give him an answer until I knew.”

“Is he good to you, does he take care of your needs?” I asked.

“Yes, and I love him, but he doesn’t make me feel the way you do,” she answered.

“Go, be happy, Ginger, but know a piece of my heart will always belong to you.”

Ginger and I parted with one last kiss and hug, and I never saw her again. Ten months later, she called me to say she had given birth to a daughter, Rose Ann. She made a point to tell me the child wasn’t mine. But, I always wondered.

In 2010 I found Ginger on Facebook, a family portrait prominently displayed among her pictures. There staring back at me among her five children, with my eyes and chin, Ginger’s oldest daughter Rose Ann.

I’ll never know for sure, but I wish them well and hope Ginger remembers me as fondly as I remember her.