In Search Of The Great American Yellow

What follows are the real remembrances, (slightly embellished) of an old man, who grew up the 60's, and in my humble opinion, had one hell of a time. All individuals are over the age of 18 and names have been changed for whatever reason. All of your critiques welcomed.

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In search of the Great American Yellow Haired, Double Breasted Round Ass

I never had a thing for Blonds. It isn't that I didn't notice them, I just never met one that I held my interest. That is, until I met Marsha Poyfair. She and I were somehow randomly selected to be study lab partners for American History class.

Marsha was 5'3", long legged, large busted, blue eyed, round assed, beautiful faced and BLOND, real Blond, an absolute ten. Unfortunately, she was also, arrogant, willful, rude, stuck-up, spoiled, a terrible tease, and very used to having men fall all over her. I hated her on sight and very much wanted to fuck her.

I immediately determined that if I wanted to successfully remove her panties, it was going to take a campaign, not a date. Marsha never traveled alone, always with a 'cock blocker', Georgia Malloy, who herself was a very attractive brunette, but not in Marsha's class. Marsha seemed to delight in being hit on, acting interested, getting all she could (drinks, gifts, etc.) then rudely cutting off potential suiters.

I started my campaign by almost ignoring Marsha, and paying attention to Georgia. This seemed to really bother Marsha, she was happy to leave her rejected suiters to Georgia, but not before she had a chance to use and reject them. When we were together studying and comparing notes, I made sure to stick to the class plan and I was sure she thought her beauty had me intimidated to a point where I was afraid to hit on her, so she started teasing me. Suddenly, dresses were shorter, sweaters were tighter, buttons were unbuttoned, hair was twisted as she looked deeply into my eyes, she touched my arm and lips were licked and bitten. I ignored all of it.

When she asked if I was planning to go to the scheduled dance, I replied, "Is Georgia going?" She made a 'face', and said, "How would I know?" I just smiled, and walked away.

One day after class, she asked, "Who was that girl I saw you leaving Marrotta's with Friday night?"

"Oh, nobody special."

As we walked down the hallway, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

She followed me to the elevator, and said, "Do you find me attractive?"

"Absolutely, you're a beautiful girl." I made a 'but' face.

"But?" As I got into the elevator.

"Well, the left one does seem to be larger than the right one." And the elevator door closed, leaving her standing there.

Saturday I got a text, "You SOB, they're both exactly the same size."

I replied, "Great, I'm happy for you."

When I walked into class Monday, I could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears, she was really pissed.

"Do you realize what you did to me? I spent the entire weekend checking my tits."

"That can't be a bad thing, as I'm sure they're lovely."

She made a face and didn't say a word the rest of the class.

Now, I had never hit on Georgia, or for that matter, never spoke that much to her, when Marsha asked, "Do you want to date Georgia?"

"Is this you or Georgia asking?"

"Me."

"Not especially."

"Then, what is it? "What's wrong with me? Why haven't you asked me out?"

"You're not serious, you don't want to be a girlfriend, you want to just string people along for laughs and dump them. I want a woman who needs me and loves me, and will do whatever she has to, to keep me. That's not you."

"Give me a chance, that's all I ask."

"All right, let's go out Friday, do you have a little black dress?"

"Silly man, every woman has a LBD."

Friday, I took her to the Park Lane Restaurant, and she looked fabulous in her LBD. We had a great dinner, some wine and we danced (very close), when she said, "Thank you for giving me a chance, I want you to know that I have no reservations or inhibitions with you on our first date, I need you desperately, and I'm not wearing any panties."

Well, from there, thing progressed wonderfully, we walked next door to the Hilton, and I spent the weekend exploring every part of her wondrous body, surprised to find that she wasn't at all that experienced, but was more than willing to explore anything we could imagine together. We spent the next three years fucking each other silly, and Georgia even got a share (although that's another story).

My advice to you, If you find a gorgeous, spoiled prick tease that you want to fuck, IGNORE HER.