I met Ginger in my first year at University. The very first time I saw her, looking as lost as I was during the registration process, I knew I would like her. At this point a lot of people would start talking about hour glass figures and long flowing blonde hair, but that wasn't the case with Ginger. She was remarkably plain, actually. To give you a general idea of how she looks, she has (or had, at the time I first saw her) short brown hair and a round face with a cute upturned nose and brown eyes. In fact her eyes are my favorite feature, because they are always so expressive. Her breasts are neither here nor there, not small, but by no means big. She has a narrow waist and her hips flare out just enough for you to tell she isn't a guy. Not that you'd mistaken her for a guy from the front; her features are too soft to be those of a man. Her legs aren't particularly long but they are well proportioned, with curves in all the right places, which you'd only be able to distinguish on a few lucky occasions. She'd been wearing faded blue jeans the day I met her, and like most of her clothes they hid her figure rather well. It was really refreshing to see someone like her. A lot of the other students, guys and chicks, had put on they're best clothes to give whatever first impression it was they were trying for to everyone else. Most of it was so fake and I hated it. Ginger on the other hand, in her faded jeans, T-shirt and well-worn sneakers, looked like all she had come to do today was finish her registration then go home. I approached her and asked her if she knew what the hell we were supposed to be doing. Since neither of us knew we spent the rest of the morning trying to find out together. We hit off pretty well. I imagine she spotted a kindred spirit in me (I had been wearing similarly uninspired clothing) but until we actually finished registration all we really talked about was what we were supposed to be doing and hoped to do in class. We were doing different degrees and all our classes were completely different. She was also older than me by seven months. Technically she was 19 years old and I 18. She had been born in late November and her parents thought it would be better she join my age group from grade school onwards since she seemed too young for the one ahead of us. After registration we decided to check out the cafeteria and get something to eat. I thought our conversation would have died once school topics were over but it turned out we had a lot in common. She was a serious gamer, played no sports at all and thought waking up before 10am should be a crime (that about sums me up, by the way). She had played some hockey in High school though, so she could put it on her university application. Needless to say, after eating we went over to her place so she could show me her games collection, which was almost as big as mine (I met her mom. She was nice I guess). Ginger was also responsible for converting me to watching anime and reading some manga, though I never got to her level of dedication. Okay, fast forward one year. We were now fast friends. I've heard people say there's no such thing as a completely platonic relationship. With Ginger and me we were as close to it as you could possibly get. There weren't many other people who shared our taste in games and humor so we stuck to each other like glue. We never engaged in any flirting, harmless or otherwise. Not to say there weren't a few awkward moments. After all she still had boobs and girly parts and I still had a dick and over-active balls. One time when we were lounging on her bed and watching TV I noticed the way our hips were touching, and became aware of the heat from her thigh where it was touching mine. I started to get an erection (even seeing a brief flash of her firm white boobs could have me hard for a while). I often got erections around her, like I said she had everything my dick wanted, so like I always did under these circumstances I tried to adjust it in casual way, so it seemed like I was shifting position or something. This time however, my movements caused a shift in her weight since we were so close together on the bed and she glanced down to see what I was doing. She must have seen the bulge in my pants as I held it (my dick is above average size, 8 inches long and 6 around) because she kept looking at it until I hurriedly lay back down on my stomach. Her eyes darted quickly up to my face and her eyebrows were raised in surprise, but then she quickly looked at the TV and carried on watching. I never paid attention to the rest of the anime because I felt so embarrassed and stupid and every other emotion you feel at times like this. The thing I felt most was worry. I could have just ruined our perfectly good relationship. She was my friend, I was her friend, and that was all there had been to it. My cock did not feature anywhere in the equation. The whole time I thought she must think I'm a pervert, or worse, that all I wanted to do was fuck her now. That I was like one of the jocks at varsity who just wanted to get laid. And I hadn't had a chance to re-adjust my boner, which refused to go down despite all my negative feelings, and felt really uncomfortable.