The Law of Sex and Haircuts

TW: This story contains sexual content and sexual violence. Please proceed at your own discretion.

 

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I am in the college’s medical room. I am here, because my best friend, Alex, is a sissy. 

Don’t get me wrong, Alex is a wonderful friend that anyone would consider themselves so lucky to have. He is kind, caring, and has a brilliant sense of humor. But he is a weakling. He allows himself to get bullied by every other guy in class, and today, we are here because he got his own nose bleeding. 

“How are you feeling now?” I ask. His face is covered in blood, not because the injury was severe, but because Alex was careless and rubbed his nose and made it worse. I am holding his ponytail up so that it does not get in his bloody face. 

Yes, Alex has a ponytail. Thick and well-maintained for, and goes down to the middle of his back. It is only this long, because Alex is a virgin. 

“I feel… better.” He says it with such fragility that it is apparent that he does not. 

“Your mother called, and she told me that she is almost here,” said the nurse. The nurse’s hair is tied in a tiny ponytail that one could mistake for a bun. It is not a surprise that her hair is only a little longer than the government-mandated female base length of a chin-length bob. Nurses have a lot of sex, I’ve heard. 

Actually, most people have a lot of sex. I’ve never seen a woman with hair longer than the middle of her back, because by the time it gets there, she has sex, and it back to chin-length. Some have sex only to become eligible for a haircut in the summer, when having long hair becomes a burden. 

The Law of Sex and Haircuts. It has been a law in our state of Mississippi for over fifty years now, but it still remains peculiar. 

“Logan, I think I need to wash my face. If Mom sees me like this, she is going to flip out.” 

“Okay.” 

I lead Alex to the nearest bathroom. No one is inside. I hold Alex’s hair up as he washes his face. He takes his sweet time with it. 

I glance at my watch. It is eight minutes to three o’ clock. Eight minutes to football practice. 

When Alex is done, his face is better, but the wash basin is a mess. We head back to the medical room. Inside is the nurse, but also, another woman. 

The woman looks to be in her thirties. She is wearing a simple white dress that is emblematic of our state and the South at large. Her skin is of a pink hue that suggests mild tanning but a lot of skin care. Her dark brown hair is up in a bun, held by a hair stick. 

She looks to be, solidly, in the upper-middle class. 

“Mother!” Alex darts forward and embraces the woman. 

“Oh, my sweet Alex! I was worried sick when I heard what happened. Show me your nose.” 

While Alex recounts the story, I stand by the door. I need to leave right now to make it in time to practice, but I stay out of politeness. 

After Alex is done, his mother looks up at me. She smiles. 

“You are Logan?” 

“Yes. I mean, yes ma’am.” 

Alex’s mother laughs. “Oh, don’t call me that, you make me feel old. You can call me Claire, just Claire.” 

“Sure… Claire.” 

Claire turns to the nurse. “Is the air conditioning not working?” 

“No, it isn’t. There was a power outage in this wing, and it is yet to come back on.” 

“I see,” replies Claire. Her hand goes to the stick in her bun, pulls it out, and I’m floored by what I see next. 

As the stick slides out, her hair, slowly at first, tumbles down. But, it does not stop where one would expect it to. It keeps tumbling, beyond her shoulders, beyond the middle of her back, beyond her waist. It unravels itself with a delicateness that makes it look as if it was choreographed. 

Her hair, after fully unraveled, reaches her knees. 

I gasp. I have never seen such long hair before. The longest hair I’ve seen in my life, before this, is quite possibly Alex’s. 

Claire shakes her head from side and side and with it, her hair also moves. She is exasperated by the heat. I hope she does not see me staring. 

Alex does, though. He does not, however, say anything. I guess it is ordinary for people to stare at his mother’s hair. 

“Okay, Alex,” says Claire. “It is time to go home.” 

Alex nods. He follows his mother. 

Before leaving, he pauses by me. 

“Thanks, Logan. For being with me and looking after me.” 

I smile. “Not a problem. Anything for my best buddy.” 

Alex gives me a hug. I am not a very huggy person myself, but I do not complain. Alex means well. 

“Goodbye! See you next week.” 

Is he taking a week off for a nosebleed? I hide my amusement, and nod. 

After Alex and his mother are gone, I head to practice. On the way, I do not think of what drills I’d like to work on, or of the opponent’s tactics for our coming game. All I can think of is Claire, and her beautiful knee-length hair. 

 

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That night, I lay on my dorm room bed, thinking. Football practice was intense, and my legs are sore. I decide that I’m due a treat. 

I get up, go to my desk, and turn on my laptop. I open Chrome and click on Incognito mode. My bookmarks bar is filled from left to right with save-laters from last week. I click on the very first one. 

As the video begins, I run my hand through my hair. My own hair has gotten quite long – long enough, at least, to tie the top at the back. When left loose, as it is now, it nearly brushes my shoulders. 

There are a man and a woman in the video. The man stands by the side of the bed, and the woman lies on it. They are both undressed, but they simply talk. The images I can see, but what they are talking about does not reach my ears. 

I can only think about Claire and her hair, and nothing else. 

Her hair reaches her knees. It had to get there from her chin. Claire is of decent height – she is taller than Alex. I estimate that the difference in length is about four feet. Forty-eight inches. 

I open a new tab. How long does hair grow, I enter. Six inches every year, is Google’s answer. 

Eight years. Claire has been growing her hair for eight years. 

She has been alone for eight years. 

I lose track of the calculations and estimations. My mind drifts back to the way her hair tumbled down when she took out the stick. And then, the way it danced behind her as she shook her head. 

I pull down my pants. My dick is already firm, beaming, already ready to unleash. My hand wraps around it, and I begin to stroke. I don’t think I’ve been this hard since the last time I’ve had sex. 

Alex is such a lucky guy, to see hair like that every day. If only I was in his place. 

I cum. Ejaculate shoots out of my cock, not in splutters as it usually does, but in long streaks. My laptop, still sitting on my desk with Google opened with my query and the answer, is now covered in thick lines of white. I keep going. I would have kept going, had I not been interrupted by the ringing of my phone. 

It is Alex. 

I quickly wipe my hands. My dick is still out, and my laptop screen is covered in cum. I will attend to them later. 

“Hi, Alex. What’s up?” 

“Hey. Just wanted to let you know that I feel. Y’know, since you must have been worried.” 

“Oh yeah… yeah, I was worried, sick. That is assuring to hear.” I feel a little guilty. 

“I will be staying at home for a week, though. As I already told you.” 

“Oh, okay. Cool.” 

“But,” says Alex. “I was thinking. I’ve never invited you to my home. Do you wanna, like, come over for the weekend?” 

My face flushes. A full weekend in the same house as Claire. 

“Yes, absolutely. I’d love to.” 

“Oh my god, great! I was worried that you were going to say no. No one has ever told yes to a sleepover at my place.” 

“Is that so,” I chuckle. 

“Yeah. Anyway, this is going to be so fun! We can play on my console the full two days.” 

“Yes.” 

“Can’t wait for the weekend. See you!” 

The call cuts. I can’t wait either. 

 

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It is the evening of Friday. I’m sitting in a cab, on my way to Alex’s house. 

I have packed lightly for the stay. My duffel bag only contains the necessities – toiletries, soap, towel, and the like. I did not carry my bottle of shampoo, as I’m sure between Alex and Claire, a lot of shampoo is used in the house, and surely they have a bottle in stock to spare. 

My mind keeps returning to the question of whether there is a father involved. Alex never mentioned his father, but nor did he ever mention Claire. I simply always assumed that both were around. But, Claire’s long hair suggests otherwise. Or maybe, Claire and Alex’s father are happily married but are long past their honeymoon phase. 

The cab comes to a stop. I pay the fare and get outside. 

The house is not particularly large, but it did exude a sense of grandeur. The outer facade is painted in a beige that dated the house to being at least a hundred years old. But, that is it not to say that the house is in a state of disrepair – it is anything but. It is old by design, but looks new by maintenance. 

Alex is standing at the doorway, beaming with a broad smile. Clearly rejuvenated, not a sign that he was in the medical room earlier this week for a nosebleed. 

“Hi!” Alex waved his hands in excitement. “Welcome to my home!” 

I grin, and follow Alex inside. I am immediately greeted by a distinctive scent. The scent of cooking. Claire is in the kitchen, and she looks ravishing. 

She is wearing a tight pink top and light blue shorts – a very different look from the modest white dress that she wore to pick up Alex. But what really caught my attention is her hair. It is in a loose and simple ponytail, tied at the middle of its length with a baby pink scrunchie. 

There are gloves in her hands, and she’s holding a plate of turkey. She lays it on the table, looks up, and smiles. 

“Logan! Welcome. How was your week?” 

I am too distracted by her hair to respond immediately. 

“It was good, I think. A normal week, as far as weeks go.” 

Claire chuckles. God, even her laugh is charming. 

“I’m happy to hear that. Dinner is ready, so have a seat.” 

It is a round table for four. I sit opposite Claire, and Alex sits between us on one side. The food is of a vast variety. A big improvement over what is an average meal on our campus. 

“I’m glad Alex has invited you over. He doesn’t invite friends over often.” 

“Mom!” 

Claire shrugs. “So Logan, what do you study?” 

“I study Mech Eng, same as Alex. Though, I’m not as smart as him. I… got admitted on a sports scholarship.” 

“Oh wow. What sport?” 

“Football.” 

“I’m not surprised!” Claire smiles. 

I try not to blush. 

“Anyway, I’m quite tired, I need to get some sleep. You two boys have fun!” 

Claire leaves, and my heart sinks a little. As she goes, I watched her hair. Her low-tied bounces off her back with every step. It is tempting to walk up to her and yank the scrunchie off… 

“What do you want to do?” 

“Huh?” Alex is looking at me. 

“Would you like to play on the X-Box? I have set it up for us.” 

“Okay, sure.” 

We finish our food, and head upstairs to Alex’s room. The room is themed pink. Most of the space is occupied by Alex’s bed, which looks to be of king-sized. Opposite the bed, on the wall, is a TV screen. It is huge. 

Alex turns on the console and loads Madden. At first, I assumed that he only started Madden as he believed that it would be a game that both he and I enjoy. But as it turned out, he was incredibly good at the game and he kept beating me. Every time he won a game, he would set the controller down and get up and do a little dance. It was a little annoying, but also, quite adorable. 

We played until 12 AM, at which point we decided we’d played enough for the day. Ten minutes later, we were in bed, though not yet asleep. 

“I had fun today,” Alex says. “You?” 

“Yes, I did too. I would have enjoyed it more though if I beat you at least once.” 

Alex chuckles. There is silence for a while. 

“I saw you staring at her.” 

“What?” 

“At my mother. Or specifically, at her hair.” 

I flinch. My mind is reeling. Is he accusing me of something? I decide to play it cool. 

“Her hair… it is so long.” 

Alex chuckles. “Yeah, it is. She turns a lot of heads with her hair.” 

“I’ve never seen hair that long. The longest hair I’ve seen, before this, is yours.” 

Alex snorts. 

“You know, you can go ahead and ask.” 

“What?” 

“You must be wondering how her hair has gotten this long.” 

I do not respond. 

“My father, well, he left us. When I was ten.” 

“Oh. Alex, I’m sorry, I did not know.” 

“It is cool. He is completely out of the picture. I’m glad I have my mother.” 

Alex falls asleep soon. I stay awake, thinking. Thinking about today. Thinking about the little time spent with Claire. 

In this same house, Claire is asleep in another room, her hair in that loose ponytail, scrunchie crying to be yanked out. 

I turn to Alex’s side. Alex’s hair is in a ponytail too. And in the darkness, it looks an awful lot like Claire’s, albeit shorter. 

I do not know what came over me next. 

My hand flies to Alex’s ponytail. I take a chunk of it and start twirling it with my fingers. It is Alex’s hair, but in my mind, it is Claire’s. 

My cock is becoming hard. My other hand goes inside my pants and starts stroking. 

My free hand keeps twirling until it has decided to go for the kill. I grab the scrunchie and yank it out. 

And just as I pull it out, I cum inside my pants. 

 

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Much of tomorrow is spent in Alex’s room, playing on his console. 

Alex woke up before me, but he did not bring up the strangeness of waking up with his hair untied. Or maybe he did notice, but simply assumed that the scrunchie came free by itself. 

Today we did not play Madden. Alex loaded up other games, saying he’d like to show me what real gaming is. Role-playing games, is what they are called apparently. First a bit of Skyrim, and then Cyberpunk. I think my favorite part was the player customization screen at the beginning, where we had to choose a hairstyle for our character. 

Claire brought breakfast and lunch to the room. I hoped that she would join us, but she simply left the plates and went. She wore a white crop top and jeans, and her hair was in a bun. 

In the evening, she came to our room a third time, but this time, she did not bring food. 

“Boys! I was thinking we could watch a movie together. What do you think?” 

My heart leapt. 

“Yes!” exclaimed Alex. “It will be incredible. Logan, what about you?” 

“Yes, sure, let us do it.” 

The TV screen in the living room is huge, and even bigger than the one in Alex’s room. Claire had already turned it on by the time we entered. A movie catalog is on display. 

“Okay, what do you want to watch?” 

“Tangled! Tangled! Please?” 

“Alex, let Logan pick,” Claire says. She turns to me. 

“I don’t mind Tangled.” 

Claire frowns. “Are you only saying that because it is Alex’s pick?” 

If only she knew. I shook my head. 

“Okay, Tangled it is.” 

The movie begins. We sit on the couch, Alex in the middle, and Claire and I on either side. A bit disappointing, but probably for the best, as I would not act on my compulsions this way. As I did the previous night. 

Tangled was a favorite of mine when I was a kid. But I never got many opportunities to watch the movie, as I was scared of the judging eyes. If Alex liked the movie, it was alright – he is exactly the kind of person one would expect to like it. But I was not expected to like such movies. 

We are half an hour in when Alex gets up. He lets out a yawn. 

“I feel sleepy. I think I’m going to bed.” 

“Alex!” exclaims Claire. “You were the one who picked the movie. You ought to stay to finish it.” 

“I’m sorry, Mom. I feel incredibly sleepy. Good night.” 

Alex struts away, leaving just Claire and I on the couch. 

Claire turns to me and sighs. 

“Do you still want to watch the movie?” 

“Uhm,” I hesitate. “Yes, sure.” 

Claire smiles. “Good! But maybe not here. Alex might be disturbed. Come with me.” 

Claire leads me to a room. Her bedroom. 

This just keeps getting better. 

The movie is setup on the TV, and we pick from where we left. Claire and I sit on the carpet between the bed and the TV. 

“Logan, you have a glorious head of hair.” 

I grimace. I do have some thick and long hair, but this is the first time that someone has complimented me on it. 

“Uhm, thanks. You… too. You have great hair.” 

Claire laughs. “Thanks! I know I do.” 

There is a minute of silence. 

“I don’t know if Alex ever told you this, but this movie is a favorite of ours.” 

“Oh.” It is tempting not to tell her that it is a favorite of mine, too. 

“Alex is going to hate me for telling you this, but whenever we watched this movie, we’d style our hair for the occasion. We’d have a lot of fun doing each others hair.” 

My dick grows hard in my underwear. 

“If you want… you can style my hair.” 

Claire’s eyes widen. “Really? Oh my god, that would be awesome!” 

Claire shuffles to her feet and goes to the cabinet. She scuffles around, and comes back with a spray bottle, a brush, hair sectioning clips, and a scrunchie. She sits behind me. 

“Now, stay still. Have you ever tied your hair before?” 

“No.” 

“There is a first for everything!” 

My heart is throbbing. 

I stare at the screen as Claire gets to work. First is the sound and feel of water being sprayed all over my hair. A sensation that I haven’t felt since the last time I was in a barbershop. A year and a half ago. 

Claire is gentle with the brush. She starts from my forehead and brushes the top backwards and towards the middle. I feel a subtle weight increase on my head when the sectioning clips are put in place. 

Before I know it, it is done. I get up and look at myself in the mirror. I look unrecognizable. 

The hair on the sides fall to my shoulders, but the hair on the top is gathered at the back. With a scrunchie. 

“I hope you like it!” 

“I… do. It is a new look.” 

“That it certainly is. Now, my turn.” 

I look at her. 

“Logan, you are not the only one who gets to walk out of this with their hair styled, remember? Now, you’ve got to braid my hair.” 

I grimace. 

“I do not know how to braid hair.” 

Claire chuckles. “It is super easy. Come, and I’ll teach you.” 

Oh my god. I am going to touch Claire’s hair. I am going to braid Claire’s hair. 

I sit behind Claire on the floor. Her beautiful hair is right in front of me. It looks even more mesmerizing close. What could possibly be the longest hair in the state. I cannot believe that this is real. 

I’ve seen many videos of hair getting braided. I think I’ve got this. 

“Now,” Claire says. “Take my ponytail, and split it into three sections.” 

I touch her hair, and as I do, a shock passes through me. A pleasant shock. I do as she says and split her hair into three. 

“Okay, good. Now, take the two sections on the left, and pull the one in the middle over the one on the left.” 

I do it. 

“We now move to the other side. Do the same thing, but this time with the two sections on the right.” 

It is difficult at first, but I eventually get a hang of it. I braid the hair meticulously, with the intent of keeping the braid straight and taut. 

What is difficult to handle, is my growing boner. 

I continue braiding, until three-fourth of the length is braided. 

“Okay, you can now stop. I like to leave some length at the bottom. Now we secure it. Go and get a tie or a scrunchie.” 

I do not move. I instead stare at my handiwork. The braid is gorgeous. Combined with the dress, Claire now looks like a proper country girl. 

“Logan?” 

I cannot hold it any longer. 

I push Claire onto the floor, and unzip my pants. 

“Logan!” Claire shrieks. “What is going on?” 

I then pull down Claire’s pants. A bit of a struggle initially, as she has a huge behind. But when the pants are off, and the prize is in front of me, I know exactly what I must do. 

Claire does not resist. She leans into it. She starts moaning. The woman must have been craving this ever since her divorce. 

I smack her butt, and she screams. 

“Harder. Harder!” 

Once I feel like I am dangerously close to ejaculating, I pull out. 

Claire turns her head to me. 

“What?” 

“Have you ever given a hair job before?” 

“A what?” 

I do not respond. I take her braid and wrap it around my dick. Just like the videos. 

It is not much after that I cum. My cock, with Claire’s braid wrapped around it, is covered in white. There is also cum all over Claire’s shirt and the base of her braid. 

I get up, and with it, so does Claire. I lead us to the cabinet. 

“What are we doing?” 

“Claire, you’ve had sex. Do you not realize what that means?” 

Realization dawns upon her. The color drains from her face. 

“Logan, no! We don’t have to do this.” 

“It is the law!” 

“We just don’t have to tell anyone.” 

Sure enough, with all the hair accessories and brushes, there are hair shears. The shears are big, and new, and sharp. 

“Stand still.” 

I put the shears at the base of Claire’s braid, and rip through it. Claire’s hair is thick, and it takes a while to even make a dent. 

The only sounds in the room are the snapping of the shears, the ripping of hair, and Claire’s sobs. 

When the deed is done, Claire’s hair barely touches her chin. I may have cut the hair shorter than I should have. It is also clear that I’ve cut rather haphazardly. 

Claire breaks down on the floor, her face buried in her hands. It is clear that her hair meant a lot to her, and that she rues the experience, even though she clearly enjoyed it at the time, when she did not think of the consequences. 

But to be frank, I could not care more about her. My attention is on the shorn braid, that is in my hand. 

A toy to use for years to come. 

 

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I obviously could not stay in the house any longer, so I booked a cab and returned to campus. 

On Sunday evening, as I lay in my dorm room, there is a knock on the door. 

It is Alex. He comes in and gives me a hug. 

I’m confused – he should be mad at me. 

Did Claire not tell him what happened? 

Alex pulls out and takes note of my appearance. 

“Logan… your hair.” 

I run my hands through my now close-cropped hair. 

“Oh my god, you had sex?” 

I nod. 

“You’re a real player. Not even a day back on campus from a sleepover and you hook up. Who was it?” 

“That is between I and her,” I smirk. If only he knew. 

Alex snorts. “You know, you weren’t the only one today.” 

“Huh? What do you mean?” 

“My mother, she did too.” 

“Oh.” 

Alex shows me a picture on his phone. Claire does not sport the choppy bob that I left her with. 

Instead, she has a buzzcut. 

“Her hair was like this by the time I woke up today. And now you too? You didn’t sleep with my Mom, did you?” Alex chuckles. 

If only he knew.