Beth's Haircut
Beth decided that she wanted to explore her newfound fetish in private with a friend. Her hair was beginning to get longer than she would prefer, and the ends were beginning to look a little uneven, so it would hopefully not be too strange for her to ask it. There was a bit of guilt in her mind over essentially forcing her fetish on someone, without their knowledge.
Still, she thought it more decent to do to a friend, rather than a complete stranger, and the idea of becoming noticeably aroused in a public setting frightened her. She thought she could still enjoy the simple pleasure of Jenny’s company, rather than the impersonal atmosphere of a salon, anyway.
So, after a couple more days of anticipation and verdant pleasure, Jenny arrived back at the apartment. When she stepped through the door, Beth, who was sitting at a desk browsing on her laptop, first closed the web browser and locked the screen. Then, she stood up from the chair and turned to greet Jenny.
Upon seeing this, Jenny smiled back at Beth, and sat her luggage near the door, before stepping over and opening her arms wide. Beth was familiar with this gesture, without the need for words, and returned it before they pulled one another into an affectionate embrace which lasted around 10 seconds.
Their hands would rest on the upper back of the other, and Jenny’s fingers nestled in Beth’s soft tresses as she slowly rubbed her fingertips against Beth’s back. With their heads so close together, their loose hairs would also mingle, forming a mixture of Beth's light brown, and Jenny's darker auburn..
Finally, they moved apart, their shoulders the last things to be touched. Now they began to speak:
“I’m glad to see you again, Beth! How have the last few days been here for you? I see you didn’t totally wreck the place.” Jenny teased.
Beth smirked, and replied: “It’s a lot easier when I don’t need to clean up after you, Jenny! Really, it has been nice for me though. The idea that this term is finished has just started to sink in. How was your trip back home?”.
Jenny began to get her luggage as she continued: “The last few days have been nice for me as well. I got to catch up with some of my relatives. I’ll go unpack, then maybe we could have lunch?”.
Beth replied a little absently now, before Jenny went off to her room: “Sure, that sounds good to me!”.
While Beth had fantasized about hair fetishism for a little while now, she was just beginning to think about really acting on the fantasy. Would she ever bring this up to Jenny? What haircut would she even get?
In the stories she read, people always got such extreme, and drastic changes, often without expecting it. This was part of the fun for Beth, who thought about all that could be done with her years of hair growth, and how she could only wait to see how much hair would slide down into her lap. The more length she read had been taken off, the more intense her feelings became.
At the same time, she thought things like: How would I look with short hair? What if the experience is not what I expect? What if I hate it? It’s not like I can do this every day!
She now reasoned how she would bring this up to Jenny. Would she say nothing, and simply enjoy herself in private, while trying not to disturb her friend? Would she allude to having studied the fetish for her thesis, to see what Jenny might think of it? Or, would she come clean and tell the whole truth, that she would probably become aroused and lubricated, just from this mundane thing?
Still, she thought it more decent to do to a friend, rather than a complete stranger, and the idea of becoming noticeably aroused in a public setting frightened her. She thought she could still enjoy the simple pleasure of Jenny’s company, rather than the impersonal atmosphere of a salon, anyway.
So, after a couple more days of anticipation and verdant pleasure, Jenny arrived back at the apartment. When she stepped through the door, Beth, who was sitting at a desk browsing on her laptop, first closed the web browser and locked the screen. Then, she stood up from the chair and turned to greet Jenny.
Upon seeing this, Jenny smiled back at Beth, and sat her luggage near the door, before stepping over and opening her arms wide. Beth was familiar with this gesture, without the need for words, and returned it before they pulled one another into an affectionate embrace which lasted around 10 seconds.
Their hands would rest on the upper back of the other, and Jenny’s fingers nestled in Beth’s soft tresses as she slowly rubbed her fingertips against Beth’s back. With their heads so close together, their loose hairs would also mingle, forming a mixture of Beth's light brown, and Jenny's darker auburn..
Finally, they moved apart, their shoulders the last things to be touched. Now they began to speak:
“I’m glad to see you again, Beth! How have the last few days been here for you? I see you didn’t totally wreck the place.” Jenny teased.
Beth smirked, and replied: “It’s a lot easier when I don’t need to clean up after you, Jenny! Really, it has been nice for me though. The idea that this term is finished has just started to sink in. How was your trip back home?”.
Jenny began to get her luggage as she continued: “The last few days have been nice for me as well. I got to catch up with some of my relatives. I’ll go unpack, then maybe we could have lunch?”.
Beth replied a little absently now, before Jenny went off to her room: “Sure, that sounds good to me!”.
While Beth had fantasized about hair fetishism for a little while now, she was just beginning to think about really acting on the fantasy. Would she ever bring this up to Jenny? What haircut would she even get?
In the stories she read, people always got such extreme, and drastic changes, often without expecting it. This was part of the fun for Beth, who thought about all that could be done with her years of hair growth, and how she could only wait to see how much hair would slide down into her lap. The more length she read had been taken off, the more intense her feelings became.
At the same time, she thought things like: How would I look with short hair? What if the experience is not what I expect? What if I hate it? It’s not like I can do this every day!
She now reasoned how she would bring this up to Jenny. Would she say nothing, and simply enjoy herself in private, while trying not to disturb her friend? Would she allude to having studied the fetish for her thesis, to see what Jenny might think of it? Or, would she come clean and tell the whole truth, that she would probably become aroused and lubricated, just from this mundane thing?