The Summer Internship

This is actually a true story from my life, over 10 years ago. Names are changed, of course, and some of the dialogue may not be 100% word for word, but the story and haircuts my girlfriend got at the time were real.

Freshly moved in to my new apartment, I was calling the Boston area home for the next 6 months.  20 years old, an 8 hour drive from home, recently single, and unsure of what to do outside the 9-5 of my internship, I loaded up a couple of dating sites and made profiles.

After a couple weeks of hit and miss dates, I met Chelsea.  Chelsea and I hit it off with some similar interests, but I’d be lying if my young hormones hadn’t led the way to my decision making.  At 5’4, Chelsea had blue eyes, and long, straight, naturally light blonde hair that she kept very healthy, coming down to her belly button.  She was not thin.  Some might have described her as thick with two C’s.  Chelsea had thick legs, a big butt, a soft, but flat midsection, and unbelievably large and beautifully shaped natural breasts.

Chelsea and I shared one common interest.  We wanted to bang.  All the time, with her long, blonde hair cascading by her head and over the pillows.

After a couple of months, as the blinding sexual heat started to clear, and we started to talk about our other sexual preferences.  That was when my affinity for hair and haircuts came up.

“I really love hair, but short hair is actually a kink for me.”  I explained.  “Seeing a woman with short hair, especially if she had long hair before, really turns me on.”  She asked, and I provided pictures.  Short, inverted bobs, with undercuts at the nape caught her eye.

“So you like hair like that?”  She asked.  “I’ve kind of always wanted to cut my hair short.”

My heart was leaping out of my chest.  The thought of this bombshell blonde cutting literal feet off of her hair was almost too much to handle.

A couple weeks later, I got a text.

“Guess where I am?” Chelsea asked.

“Where?” I replied, sitting in my cubicle, eating lunch at my internship.

She texted back almost instantly.  “The salon.  I’m getting my hair cut.”

My heart was in my throat, and my cock was trying to bust out of my pants.

I shot off a few texts.

“Oh, what are you having done?”

“How much are you having cut?”

I waited a while and texted back.

“So how much did you cut off?”

As I was packing up to head home, I got a text from her.

“I’ll be at your place at 7.”

I was sweating, and not from the summer heat.  I headed to the gym for a very distracted workout and then back to my apartment.

I was taking a shower when the curtain pulled back.  I spun to see Chelsea standing there in my sweatshirt, with the hood pulled tight, only her face showing.

My heart skipped  few beats. I couldn’t imagine what was hiding underneath.  Chelsea was nearly a foot shorter than me, and my sweatshirt was pulled down under her butt and ending around her upper thigh.  I didn’t know if she was wearing shorts underneath or not.

Then, she yanked the sweatshirt off in one motion.  I stood staring as her hair, which had previously nearly reached her belly button, fell down,  the longest hairs just grazing the tops of her breasts.  She stood there naked for a moment, and I admired her curvy body, and new, heavily layered haircut for a moment before she came at me, standing on the edge of the tub before lowering her cleanly shaved pussy on to my freshly shaved rock hard dick.

A couple more months went by, and my internship was coming to an end.  Things were not going perfectly.  We had found more things to disagree on, and I was getting ready to move back to college a 7 hour drive away for my senior year.

Then Chelsea shocked me.  On a hot day in August, I went to pick her up, and a blonde bob came out from the door instead of the previously long hair.  Chelsea walked to my car with hair coming down just below her chin.  Every negative was forgotten.  We made it to my place and were immediately tangled up with one another.  I found an inch or two of buzzed undercut at hef neck.  My young self pulled through to perform better than I ever had that night.

Time was not forgiving, all things must come to some sort of end, and I did move back to college a couple weeks later.  We didn’t break up at that point.  A few weeks after the move, I flew Chelsea out to visit.  I was shocked by her, once again.

Chelsea had taken the pictures she’d seen 6 months prior to heart.  Her hair was somewhere between chin and lip length coming higher at th3 back, and her neck was buzzed short.  Shorter than the #2 on my own sides and back.  She did a little twirl just before coming in for a hug, running her hand up the back of her head and revealing an undercut that arched upward from the tops of her ears.  I was floored.

My roommates gave us space, and we were quickly in my bed, nude, with our hands all over each other.  My hand only left the back of her head to give space for my mouth to bite and kiss her buzzed nape.  She had cut her hair for me, and I loved it.

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