Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2014 17:47:07 -0700 From: Jan None 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 you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. 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. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.