Billy always had a thing for redheads. All the way back to his childhood he was attracted to red-headed girls, always thought they looked interesting, different, adventurous, exotic and erotic. A nice looking redheaded gal would always turn his head. He didn't know why, he just assumed everybody had their type and cherry tops were his, even though he was a blond haired, blue eyed WASP. And after he'd been with a few he discovered that what turned him on even more was when he finally laid his eyes on the bright red strawberry patch between their legs. That red hair down there just turned him on, plain and simple.
Billy dated several in high school, but like most relationships at that age, the liaisons were short-lived. One was the twin sister of a guy he played baseball and basketball with, a year younger, but it didn't work out. Every time he kissed her he couldn't get his buddy's face out of his mind. Another he dated for most of his junior year but it fizzled out, and he escorted one to the senior prom but by graduation she was seeing somebody else.
He had one extended red headed romance in college but that ended not long after she graduated. She was a year older and was accepted to a graduate school a thousand miles away. They kept in touch for a while but soon that tomato died on the vine.
After graduating from college Billy worked three jobs for six months to save money and then he hit the road in his VW van. He travelled around the U.S. for about a year, seeing the sights. He camped his way along the back roads and the outback of the country, discovering new places and visiting a few scattered friends. In that year on the road, Billy had sex with nine different women: six were redheads; the other three were hookups with friends...or friends of friends...he stopped in on.
During his trip he'd stayed in touch with some of his friends back home. As his trip was winding down, it worked out that three of his buddies were renting a big house and invited him to move in when he got back off the road. They said there was plenty of room and splitting the rent four ways instead of three sounded good to everybody. So when Billy got back home he bought a mattress and moved in. He was able to land a job as a manager trainee at a carpet store...a friend's dad owned the place...which he figured would tide him over until he got serious about life and something better came along.
One of his new roommates, Mark, had graduated with Billy and was working as a photographer. The other two, Tim and Earl, were a few years older and both worked at a local college. Tim was assistant to the athletic director and Earl was an activities coordinator and soccer coach. One of the fringe benefits of their jobs was that they knew a lot of cute and sexy college girls.
Tim and Earl were always inviting nubile college girls to the house, and most were young and willing. They started having huge parties at the house. They would get the word around the campus and hundreds of people would show up. These were massive blowouts and often the cops would drop by to say hello and please turn down the music. Sometimes the guys would each have sex with two or three different girls at the parties and they wouldn't even remember their names. There were a few gang bangs too. The house got nicknamed 'The Ball Park'.
One Saturday afternoon Billy was in the house alone, sitting around reading a book when the doorbell rang. When he opened the door he was surprised to see a young, attractive red-headed girl standing there. He salivated at the sight of her: she was about five feet six, bright red hair down to the small of her back, big baby blue eyes, tight jeans that hugged her lean legs and perfect ass, and a red tube top that matched her hair and barely restrained her large, firm tits.
"Is Tim at home?" she asked shyly.
"Uh, er, no," Billy said clumsily. "He's not."
"Oh," she replied. "Do you know when he'll be back? He asked to me to come over."
"Well," he said, "I'm not his keeper and as you probably know, Tim does his own thing, but you're welcome to come in and wait. If he invited you over he'll probably be along."
"Okay, thank you," she said, and Billy led her to the sofa where he had been reading.
As they were seated several feet apart Billy tried not to stare at her nipples that were trying to poke through the flimsy fabric of her top.
"My name is Billy," he said.
"Yes, I remember. I'm Pam. That was some party last weekend, wasn't it?"
Billy vaguely remembered meeting her, a stunning redhead certainly would have gotten his attention, but then everybody was half-drunk and pretty women were everywhere. He seemed to remember Tim bragging about some shapely, perky co-ed he had had his way with.
"Yep, it sure was. A three-cop party: that tied a record!" he laughed.
For the next twenty minutes they talked, covering a variety of topics. Primarily she talked about college, meeting Tim and Earl, playing on the field hockey team and her major in Literature. She wanted to be a teacher. He was surprised how much he enjoyed their conversation. She was easy to talk to, laid-back with an innocent feel.
They heard Tim's truck pull into the gravel driveway. Then he came through the front door in his usual way, which was like a bull in a china shop.
"Where's my woman?" he shouted as he entered, then he saw them seated on the couch. "You're not trying to seduce my roommate are you, Pam?" They all laughed.
"No, she's not," Billy said. "I've been trying to get her into bed for the last three hours, but Pam says if she can't have Tim, she's done with men forever!"
Pam laughed and stood up and Tim took her in his arms and gave her an exaggerated French kiss.
"Thanks for taking care of her," Tim said to Billy. "I wouldn't want to have to spank her." To Pam, he said, "You come with me. There's something I want to show you." And then they bounded up the steps and into the master bedroom.
Billy had no doubt that what Tim was going to show her was between his legs. A few minutes later he quietly went upstairs and listened outside the bedroom door. He could hear redhead moans and Tim's rutting grunts and the old bed squeaking and creaking beneath them. He felt a touch of green as he touched himself.
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Billy saw Pam at the house a couple more times over the following weeks, but that was it, and when they had their next big party she was nowhere to be found. A few days after that he casually asked Tim what had happened to Pam and Tim said he'd decided to let her 'date around'. Billy knew that Tim didn't treat women with much respect, especially the 'college bimbos' as he called them, so most likely he'd used and abused her enough that she went away, or she found out he was screwing some other girl and dumped him, or he just dumped her. 'Go for it, Billy!' Tim had said.
A couple of months later, a few days after another wild party, an extra-boisterous mélange of loud music, a couple hundred drunks, and one young couple caught by visiting police officers naked and fucking in the side yard, the boys were informed that they were being evicted. With all of the complaints and police calls, as well as a petition from the neighbors, the landlord pulled their plug and ordered them out within fifteen days.
Coincidentally, at about the same time, the athletic director at the college accepted a new position at a university on the west coast, and he would be taking Tim and Earl with him to fill similar jobs at the new school. Moving on up! This was good news for Earl and Tim...higher pay at a more prestigious institution...but it was good news for everybody else too. Now there would be one final blow out: A combination Going Away-Eviction Party!
The party was to be held at the college though; it would be a couple weeks after they had to be out of the house.
Tim and Earl arranged the whole thing. They reserved the lounge next to the dining hall, and since it was technically a private party they got a permit and would be able to serve alcohol. They found some students who had a band and would play for free. They got the word out all over campus and were looking forward to one hell of a sendoff.
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As the day of the party approached Billy found himself not looking forward to it much at all. It would be good to celebrate Tim and Earl's new jobs and to say goodbye, but it wouldn't be the same. He thought maybe the last few months had taken its toll, maybe he was outgrowing this craziness.
The evening of the party arrived and it was a nice, pleasant night for late autumn. People started arriving at a little after nine and by ten o'clock the place was crowded, with more and more filing in. Billy had a couple of beers but was not into it like he had been at the parties at the house. He wondered to himself where Tim and Earl and Mark were going to take their coeds to get them naked. It wasn't going to be a short trip up one flight of stairs to their bedrooms like it had been at The Ball Park.
Billy recognized some of the faces but didn't recall any names, and didn't make much effort to mingle. He thought, what's the use, I won't be seeing these people anymore anyhow. Then at about 11 o'clock he gulped the rest of a beer and slipped out a side door and went outside and got into his van.
He drove about a mile to a neighborhood bar, J.K.'s Pub, a joint he and his friends had been to many times. The place wasn't that crowded for a weekend so he strode up to the bar and ordered a bottle of beer right away, and he was taking his first sip of the brew when he felt a soft tapping on his forearm. It was Pam. In all of her red-headed glory.
