Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2014 17:47:07 -0700
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Hair Fetish (lesbian/Adult youth,  mas, oral hair, f/F)

Warning:

Adult youth,  mas, oral hair, f/F

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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                 My Hair Fetish
                      By
                     Jan

	I was born into a working class family in
Richmond, California.  My father worked for The
Standard Oil Refinery, and my mother worked as a
grocery clerk in a local supermarket.  I am a mix of
English, Irish, and Scots ancestry.  As a result I have
pale white skin, dirty blonde hair, blue-green eyes,
turned up nose, full lips, and a dimpled chin.  I was
never happy with my figure.  I envied other females
with better figures.

	My childhood was pretty normal.  I had crushes
on popular male singers and movie stars.  I dreamed
about growing up, finding my ideal of the perfect true
love, getting married, and having two or three
children.

	In school I was never the prettiest girl in the
class, but I did attract the attention of a few boys
every year.  While playing with the other children in
the neighborhood, I participated in games like spin
the bottle.  I kissed the boys, and even allowed them
to see and feel my pussy on the bare, but for some
reason I never allowed a boy to go farther.  It wasn't
because of a religious upbringing, because my family
was not the religious type.

	Everything about my life was average.  I got
acceptable grades in school but never the top 10-
percent.  I never attracted the most popular guys at
school.  I did have dates, but never the kind that set
my heart aflutter.  I entered puberty at the same
time as most girls do.  I developed average sized
breasts, and for a short time I was proud of the light
brown patch of pubic hair on my vulva.  By the time I
entered high school I started shaving all of my pubic
hair, underarms, crotch, and legs.  My life changed
when I turned sixteen.

	One of the neighbor housewives introduced me
to a woman that had moved into a small house on the
same hillside as our house.  She lived on a different
block though.  I was attracted to her the moment I
met her.  There was an animal attraction.  Her name
was Roberta, but she preferred Bobby.  She was
about five-foot six-inches tall.  She had dark brown
hair, and it was obvious that she bleached strands of
her hair to give her hair four or five shades of
lighter browns and blonde.  I couldn't tell much about
her figure when we met, because it was winter, and
like everyone in the bay area she had on a wool
sweater and a wool plaid skirt, and dark nylons.  Her
pumps were definitely not open toes because it rains
a lot.  I can't put my finger on why I was so attracted
to her.

	We seemed to have a lot in common, we like the
same music, movies and such.  We went with the
neighbor housewife to see the second "Hunger
Games" movie and we discussed the political
ramifications and what the third installment would be
like.  We agreed that that her mother, younger sister
and real boyfriend would have to die before she
would become the leader of the new rebellion.  We
also agreed that Peter would die too.  We speculated
that the President's own daughter would probably be
the one to poison him.  We were enjoying our
discussion so much that we didn't even notice that we
were excluding our hostess.  She just sat there
because she didn't understand the movie at all.  When
the evening grew late and we parted company, she
gave me her business card, after writing her personal
cell-phone number on the back.

	While at school I couldn't resist calling her at
her office on my cell-phone during lunchtime.  She
was pleased that I called her, and even suggested
that we see a movie together.  I was thrilled at the
prospect of seeing a movie with her.  We agreed to
see the movie "Divergent" that evening. We agreed to
meet at the theater at the earliest showing after she
got off work.  For some reason I was very excited
about seeing a movie with her.

	I called Mom and told her that I had a date to
see a movie after school.  She thanked me for letting
her know, so she wouldn't worry about me.

	I rushed home, changed clothes and caught the
bus to Oakland to be sure I was there in plenty of
time to meet Bobby.  When she rounded the corner I
rushed to greet her.  She even bought my ticket for
me.  As soon as the movie was over we couldn't stop
talking about it.  She led me to a parking lot where
her little red Mini-Cooper was parked.  She drove us
back to Richmond and insisted on buying me dinner at
a nice Italian family restaurant.  While we were
waiting for our food I called Mom to tell her that I
was close to home and having dinner at an Italian
restaurant.  When we were finished she drove me
home.

	Mom was only a little surprised that it was a
woman, because she thought I had been on a date
with a boy.  Mom liked Roberta though.  Before we
parted company we hugged and promised to do that
again.

	I felt a strange affinity for her.  We quickly
became good friends.  We often saw movies with each
other.  I started visiting her home a lot.  I found her
home very comfortable.  I didn't notice any
photographs of any males in her home.  One evening
after a movie I had arranged to spend the night with
her, because my parents were going out that evening.
I was sure Mom and Dad would have sex in my
absence.

	Bobby and I discussed the latest movie we had
seen.  It had been a different kind of movie from
what we normally saw.  It had been a story about the
love affair between two women.

	We stopped for dinner as usual, but this time
she took me to a little restaurant that was kind of
bohemian.  It took me a little while to notice that
everyone in the place was female, even the waiters.
We had a nice dinner, while I became aware that
some of the women were dressed more like men than
women.  There was a mixture of older women and
younger women.  The longer we were there the more
familiar the women became with each other.  I even
saw an older woman lean across the small table and
kiss the younger woman on the mouth.  When we were
back in the car, I asked, "Do you dine at that
restaurant often?"

	Bobby smiled without taking her eyes off of the
road, "Yes!"

	The next question almost got stuck in my
throat, "Are you a lesbian?"

	Bobby glanced at me as she responded, "YES,
does that bother you?"

	I said, "I've never known a lesbian before.  You
are my best friend regardless of that."

	Bobby reached over and placed her right hand
on my left thigh.  I felt a thrill rush through my body
that centered in my pussy.  I was experiencing
something I had never felt in the company of boys.
The prospect that Bobby was starting to seduce me
was enough to make my panties wet.

	In the small space of her car, perfume couldn't
mask the smell of her body odor through the thick
wool sweaters.  Her natural odor turned me on too.
We arrived home far too quickly.

	Her home was located on the upward side of the
road running parallel with the north south alignment
of the hill, so the house was cut into the hillside.  The
only windows were on the street side facing west.
You could see over the house across the street.  You
could catch a glimpse of the northern bay.  You could
see the ships traveling up the bay on their way
towards the delta leading to Sacramento or south to
Stockton.  It was interesting that her living room bay
window was high enough that pedestrian traffic
couldn't see into her house, so there was no need to
close the drapes.

	We sat on her sofa to watch the lights of ships
moving on the bay.  Bobby pointed out the way to tell
if the ships were moving up or down the bay by the
color of the lights. A red light between the high and
low light meant we were looking at the port side of
the ship.  A green light between the high and low
white lights meant we were looking at the starboard
side of the ship.  Starboard meant the ship was
moving north and portside meant the ship was moving
south on their way back out to sea.

	While we were watching the lights Bobby
wrapped her arm around my shoulders and turned my
head towards her as she kissed me on the lips very
sweetly.  When I returned the kiss she was
empowered to become bolder.  She opened her
mouth, and I did the same, we stuck our tongues into
each other mouths to suck on them.  While we were
kissing she placed her hand on my breasts and
squeezed it.  At that moment I became hers to do
with as she wished.

	The house was almost uncomfortably warm.  We
were both dressed too warmly for the temperature in
her house.  Both of us were sweating, and I could
smell her womanly body odor.  I wanted to make love
to her as much as she did me.

	Bobby slowly started removing my sweater.  I
had a full slip to protect my flesh from the coarse
wool.  She felt my small tits before removing my skirt
of wool too.  I had to stand for her to pull the slip
over my head.  There was no turning back after that.
All I had on was my small cupped bra, panties,
pantyhose and my modest heels.  She slowly removed
the rest of my clothes.  When I was totally naked,
Bobby allowed me to sit back down on the sofa,
before she removed her own clothes.

	I could smell the odor of damp wool and her
odor as she removed her sweater.  We had been
dressed very much alike.  When she was standing
before me totally naked I saw her body for the first
time.

	To my surprise when she lifted her arms to
brush her hair back, she exposed her underarms.
She had very hairy underarms.  Her crotch was a
mass of dark pubic hair.  There was a trail running
from her navel to her vulva, and there was hair all
over her inner thighs.  She even turned around and
bent over to show me her ass.  By bending over her
butt was spread open naturally.  I could see her
asshole, and it was a dark shade of brown, and ringed
with dark hairs.  Her pussy was in full view too, and
her mound was covered with dark hair.  Her labia
minor protruded past her labia major like dark
cauliflower.  Her lips were moist and the hairs closest
to her opening were plastered against her flesh by
her own juices.  Even though she was at least three
feet away from me, I could still smell her wet pussy.

	I felt my own pussy sweating and dripping.
Bobby bent over me and kissed me on the mouth
again.  Her tits were large melons that dangled from
her body like water filled balloons.  Her areolas were
very large and her brown nipples were large too.
There was even a ring of hairs around the parameter
of her areolas.  I couldn't resist reaching for her
nipples with both hands, just feeling them, made my
mouth water.

	She even moved closer between my legs and
allowed her tits to dangle in front of my face.  I
opened my mouth and sucked on her nipples as hard
as I could.  I could feel the hairs under my tongue.

	Bobby eventually knelt between my legs, placed
her hands on my inner-thighs and spread them wide,
before putting her face against my pussy.  It was
thrilling the way she licked my pussy.  She had a way
of opening her mouth and sucking air in such a way
that my labia minor vibrated against her lips.  She
even rubbed her nose against my pussy too.  She also
licked my asshole, and that drove me crazy.

	We eventually made our way to her bedroom.
She made love to me again, and I had to make love to
her, not that she made me do it.  I just had to find
out what it would be like.  She presented me her
underarms.  I smelled them and licked them until she
was ready for me to go down on her.

	I couldn't get over how hairy she was, and how
strong her odor was.  It was a turn on for me.  I
licked her hair until all of it was plastered to her
skin, and combed in the direction of her clit.  I
sucked on her clit until she howled through an
orgasm.  I was reluctant to lick her asshole that first
time.  I did stick my finger up her ass while eating
her pussy.

	There came a time when both of us couldn't go
any farther.  We drifted off to sleep with our legs
intertwined and clinging to each other.

	In the morning we woke up looking into each
other's eyes.  At first I thought it had all been a
dream, until I felt her squeeze my thigh with her
legs.  I wondered if my breath smelled as bad as
hers.  She kissed me on the mouth just the same.  I
quickly forgot about the smell, as her breasts
pressed against my body.

	She started finger fucking my pussy.  I opened
my legs to allow her better access.  While she was
doing that I reached under her arm to play with her
pussy too.  After we both had an orgasm we both had
to pee.  We made our way to the bathroom.  She
allowed me to pee first.  While I sat there with my
legs spread, she stuck her fingers into the stream of
yellow liquid.  When she withdrew her fingers she
smelled them and tasted my pee.  We brushed our
teeth and hair before going downstairs to make
breakfast.

	Bobby had left the heater on all night, so it was
comfortable to walk around naked.  After breakfast
we made love on the dining table, before I had to get
dressed and walk home.

	I was hooked on sex after that, and the rest of
my life I was drawn to hairy women.  I stopped
shaving that way too.



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