Annie gets her desire fulfilled, plus a little more.

Hiya folks! I’ve been reader on this platform for a while, but wanted to try my hand and making a story! Please leave feedback, I want to improve my writing skills! This one gets pretty sexual, so watch out. On to the story!

The Start.

Annie sighed as she sat in her desk. Her teacher was rambling on about calculus. Boring. She had just turned 18 and was in her senior year of high school. Her birthday was on April 11th, and the school year coming to a close. Her family didn’t do anything like have a birthday party, but they went out for a family dinner with her mom’s friend Kelly and her daughter, Ellen. Ellen was 24 years old, stood at what seemed to be 5’7-5’8, had cute face, a nice ass, and modest D-cup breasts. She was practically Annie’s dream girl. But the crowning jewel on a good body and sweet personality? The thick, luscious, curly black hair that fell down to her mid-back. Annie wanted nothing more than bury herself in Ellen’s hair. Annie was something of a hair pervert. She was a 5’6 18 year old, had an average face, a average ass, and a nice set of E-cup breasts. But her specialty (aside from having the biggest tits in her grade) was her extremely thick sheet of flame orange hair. It was slightly wavy, and had a soft yet coarse feel to it. It fell all the way to her butt. She almost never wore it up, only doing so for special occasions. She may have masturbated to her own hair more than once, and may have only kept it as long as it was simply because it aroused her so much. But enough about herself, she had to focus on school.

The Discovery.

Well, after asking Aunt Kelly (she’s not Annie’s real aunt, but she’s with them so much she might as well be) about what Ellen does for a living, she got the best possible answer. Ellen owned and ran a salon. Annie almost immediately scheduled an appointment, because the only worker there was Ellen. Besides, her split ends need to be trimmed anyway. The appointment was scheduled for Saturday, April 15th. Annie could barely contain herself, she was too excited. She also was extremely aroused, and after digging up some old dolls with really long hair from when she was a kid, furiously masturbated in her room.

The Appointment.

As the afternoon came around, Annie jumped into her car and sped off to Ellen’s Beauty Salon. She had gotten a 3:30 appointment with Ellen for a 1-inch trim and wash. Her goals for the appointment were: Get Ellen’s number, find out if she’s single, find out if Ellen wanted to grab some coffee tomorrow. As she pulled into the parking lot, she saw the sign reading, “Ellen’s Beauty Salon”. Annie got out of her car and walked into the salon. It was pretty small, with 3 chairs sat near the entrance. Just a ways ahead, there was a register area. and beyond that lied a single barbershop chair, a big head dryer, a sink, a restroom, and a door for employees only. Ellen was nowhere to be found. Annie was five minutes early, so she sat down at the entrance and opened a magazine that lied on a nearby coffee table. About two minutes later, Ellen emerged from the employee door. She wore black tennis shoes, black leggings, a lavender t-shirt, and a black apron. Her hair was pulled into a thick ponytail that started at the top of her neck. She looked absolutely amazing. Ellen looked at Annie with look of confusion. Then, a look of realization.

“Oh, hey Annie!”

“Hi Ellen! How are you?”

“I’m doing great, how about you?”

They exchanged formalities and Annie sat down in the chair. She was wearing jeans, a pink turtle neck, and her hair was in a high ponytail at the top of her head. Ellen wanted nothing more than to chop it off and buzz Annie bald right then and there. But she knew that Annie wasn’t that type of girl. Ellen put a cape over Annie. Then, she gently grabbed the hair tie holding the ponytail in place and pulled it out. Annie hair cascaded over the back of the chair, like a waterfall of flames. Ellen grabbed a brush and started to work through the thick long hair. They engaged in small talk, things like school and the weather. It was incredibly arousing for Annie, who loved getting her brushed. And getting brushed by Ellen? She was loving in a dream. Ellen spun the chair around, and started running the water in the sink. Just when it hit the perfect temperature, she gathered up Annie’s hair and set it in the sink. The hair almost filled the entire sink, some of the water overflowed a little. Ellen started to run shampoo through Annie’s hair, and massaged her scalp, too

“Your hair is so nice, Annie.”

“Thanks, yours is too!”

“How do you manage to take such good care of it?”

“Well, it takes a while to wash and comb, and is pretty pricey to maintain, but its worth it.”

“I agree with that.”

Ellen pulled Annie’s fresh hair out of the sink and ran it through a towel to reduce the drippings. Then, being very careful as to not make a mistake, cut Annie’s hair a perfect inch shorter. She blow-dried Annie’s hair, and pulled off the cape. They both walked back to the register.

“Hey Ellen, can I get your number?”

“Sure, why not?”

They exchanged contact info, Annie paid for her trim, and she left.

The Meet-Up.

Annie texted Ellen at 5:45 p.m. inviting her to coffee at 9:30 the next morning. Ellen accepted, and here they were, sitting at a Starbucks drinking coffee and talking about life.

“So had, have any crazy boyfriend stories?”

“Oh, I don’t have any boyfriend stories, but I have girlfriend stories.”

Annie was screaming inside her head. Ellen was a lesbian. Annie is a bisexual. This week just kept getting better.

“Testify, girl.”

After a solid hour of chit-chat, Ellen was getting tired of it. She needed to pop the question. It was dying escape her mouth. Suddenly, she blurted: “Do you wanna go on a date tonight?”

Annie sat in chair and froze. This was it. The greatest moment of her life. Annie could die happily now. She replied with simple yes, and they planned time and location. 7:15, at a nearby steakhouse. They got up to leave and Ellen gave Annie a quick peck on the cheek before getting into her car and leaving. Annie stood in the parking lot, grinning like moron, and ready for the date to come already.

The Date.

Ellen sat at the table, awaiting Annie’s arrival. Ellen was wearing purple high heels, a purple sundress, purple lipstick, and her hair was in a tight bun. Annie entered the restaurant, and after a moment of looking around, spotted Ellen. Annie was wearing red flip-flops, a red skirt and red top, and light makeup. Her hair was spread all over her, falling primarily down her back and some down her shoulders.

“Sorry I was late, traffic was hell.”

“It’s ok, they haven’t even come for drink orders yet.”

They talked and enjoyed each others company as the dinner went on. The topic of the weirdest sexual experiences they had ever had evolved into what their kinks were. Ellen said hers were headshaving, hairplay, and domination. Annie said hers were hair and pretty much all that came with it. The sexual tension between the two could be cut with a knife.

“Maybe after dinner, we go to the salon and have a second appointment.”

“I would love to.”

Annie paid for the meal (despite Ellen’s insistence that she could) and they left restaurant, both driving as fast as they could to the salon.

The Appointment II.

Annie and Ellen entered the salon. Ellen shut all the blinds, and they immediately got to work. Ellen’s arms wrapped around Annie as they kissed furiously in the middle of the room. Ellen broke away, and suggested they have some fun. Annie agreed. They made a safe word (Skittles, Ellen’s favorite candy). Ellen stood by the chair and ordered Annie to undress fully. There Annie stood, breasts hidden behing her long locks. Purple stains covered her face. Her sex was shaved and clean, to Ellen’s disappointment.

“I’m going to need you to sit down.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Annie sat down in the chair, feeling the cold leather press up against her naked body. Ellen grabbed some rope and tied her arms and legs to the chair. She started to run her hand through Annie’s hair, grabbing it and sniffing it. She wrapped Annie to the chair with her own hair. When she let go, the ginger locks spun out to behind the chair. Annie finally arrived and the chair was getting messy. Ellen grabbed Annie’s thick hair, and, after undressing herself, ran it around her body, all while Annie was moaning at the sensation of her hair being pulled. Ellen pulled her own hair out of the bun, and draped it over Annie’s head. She rubbed hair her across Annie’s face and breasts, all while Annie was moaning wildly. Finally, Ellen had reached her limit. She grabbed Annie’s hair and made a ponytail, which hung by her shoulder blades. She grabbed a pair of scissors, and looking at Annie in the mirror who nodded in approval, started cutting through the thick ponytail. The crunching of her hair made Annie burst wildly with pleasure, with Ellen not far behind with her sex practically dripping. After almost ten seconds of cutting, the ponytail was released from the rest of Annie’s hair. All that was left was a jagged foot of hair that extended to Annie’s collarbone. Ellen dragged the ponytail up Annie’s body, through her sex,  on and around her boobs, and on her face. Ellen then placed the tail in her storage locker, and pulled out the hair clippers. Annie saw the clippers in Ellen’s hands through the mirror and begged Ellen to shave her. Ellen plugged in the clippers and switched them to life. A soft buzz emitted from them, and Ellen placed them at the base of Annie’s forehead. She ran the clippers through Annie’s hair, leaving a streak of bald in their wake. She continued to run the clippers through Annie’s hair, before she was totally bald. Annie was covered in her own hair, and hornier than ever. Ellen untied her, and they fucked the daylights out of each other on the chair.

12 years later…..

Annie and Ellen were happily married. Ellen and Annie ran a successful unisex barbershop in downtown. They adopted a 3-year old girl named Lucille, and she was the light of their life.  In their small yet cozy bedroom, inside their nightstand, lie 4 ponytails. Two were a fiery red, one very old and the other almost fresh, and the other two were a pitch black that were similar in age to the red tails.

The End.

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