Blondie
Deborah was excited to start her first day at university. She’d gotten up early to complete her look and look dazzling for her new career, and she didn’t want to overlook any detail. She’d bought her knee-length white dress a few days earlier, and she didn’t want to overdo the makeup, but rather keep it simple yet captivating. Besides her beautiful green eyes, her most distinctive feature was her long brown hair that flowed down her back to her butt. She loved taking care of her hair and often changed it, but for her first day, she decided to braid it to give her an even more elegant look. As she walked down the street, she felt great and couldn’t wait to meet her new classmates and teachers.
The day passed quickly, and the atmosphere was truly welcoming, with everyone seeming helpful and friendly, making her feel at home. Her last class of the day was different from the others because of her teacher, Miss Karla. Deborah was 22 and thought Miss Karla might have been 3 or 4 years older, and she seemed more like a friend than a teacher from the way she carried herself. She put everyone at ease, and even her completely casual outfit was the opposite of Deborah’s. Her dazzling smile and brown eyes were a blend of kindness and welcoming, and her chin-length hair in a light auburn bob made her look even younger.
The class flew by, and at the end, the teacher was standing near the door, greeting each of her students as they left the classroom. As Deborah approached the door to leave, Karla gave her a beautiful smile, adding, “I really like your look, and your braid is really beautiful.”
Her words made Deborah blush, and she thanked the teacher and left.
At home, she couldn’t help but think of her teacher and how beautiful and kind she was to everyone. Even though she’d never felt attention for another woman, she couldn’t help but think of her.
The days passed, and she went to Professor Karla’s class more often, and was fascinated by her way of behaving and explaining things. Every time she left, she was sad and couldn’t wait to see her again. One day, her teacher asked for a volunteer for a research project, and Deborah volunteered, knowing she could spend more time with her. The research projects always took a long time and often ended in the evening, but despite the commitment and the hours Deborah spent with Karla, she always felt excited and wasn’t at all tired of having to stay longer than necessary for these research projects.
“It’s really getting late,” Karla said as she looked at her watch and put her laptop back in her bag. “I can’t wait to get home and rest.” Deborah was busy putting away her things and didn’t see Karla coming up behind her.
“You really have really long hair,” Karla said as her hands wrapped around the enormous bun on Deborah’s head. Deborah jumped at her teacher’s touch, and the more she massaged the enormous amount of hair on her head, the more pampered she felt.
“Thank you, it’s always been my pride and joy, and I spend a lot of time taking care of it,” Deborah replied, enjoying the touch.
“I envy you,” Karla whispered as she gently tugged the bun upward and inhaled her perfume. “I couldn’t put in the effort and care for it like you do,” Karla said.
“You could always try.” Deborah enjoyed every moment.
“I know, but after a while I always end up getting bored and running to the hairdresser to have it cut for something more practical.”
Karla’s words sent a shiver down Deborah’s spine.
Karla then released her hold on the bun and smiled, “They’re really beautiful, thanks for letting me touch them.”
“You’re welcome, thanks. I really loved how you played with my hair.” But I have to go now, so Deborah said goodbye to her teacher and went home. That night, while she was in bed, she undid her bun and, stroking her hair, thought about her teacher and the way she’d played with her hair, hoping to relive it next time. She imagined her hair loose and Karla running her hands through it, combing it, and then having it tied in every possible way. Every night before going to bed, she thought about the same thing, and on the day they met, she decided to bring a comb and some hair ties so she could let Karla play with it if she wanted.
In the staff room, they were alone, and Karla was focused on her research, but Deborah couldn’t think about it because she was only thinking about how to ask her teacher to play with her hair until the opportunity presented itself.
“You look a little distracted today. Is something wrong?” Karla looked at Deborah, who was decidedly elsewhere.
“No, no, nothing. I’m just a little tired,” said Deborah, hiding behind a strand of hair that fell from the side of her head.
“If you want, I know how to relax you.” Saying this, Karla stood up and began massaging Deborah’s soft mane. Deborah slowly closed her eyes and relaxed at the touch. Karla used her fingers to comb Deborah’s hair, who seized the opportunity and, taking the comb from her bag, handed it to her teacher.
“I see someone is well-endowed,” Karla laughed as she took the comb and continued the process through Deborah’s brown hair. After several minutes, Karla played with Deborah’s hair and pulled it into a long ponytail at the back of her head before finishing it in a long braid. Noticing the hair ties on the table, Karla tied all the hair that was hanging down at the back of her head and stepped away to admire it.
“There, your braid is really beautiful.” Karla smiled and played with the ends of Deborah’s hair while joking with her.
“Thank you, I love this style.” Deborah’s smile lit up her face.
“You know,” Karla said as she approached, “I think you’d be even more beautiful with a shorter style.”
The teacher’s words froze Deborah.
“Oh… no. I’d never have the courage to cut it. I’ve always had long hair and I’m too afraid to cut it.” Deborah was terrified at the thought of losing her pride.
“If you want… I can help you.” Karla stared straight into Deborah’s eyes, the tension mounting.
“Maybe next time you get your hair cut I can come with you to get the ends trimmed,” Deborah replied, hoping to convince her teacher.
“Oh yes, you could, but why wait until next time when we can do it right here and now?” Karla’s hand caressed Deborah’s exposed neck, making her feel like she’s backed into a corner.
“I don’t think so…”
“Shhh.” Karla hushed Deborah by placing a finger on her lips.
“Tell me you trust me and you’ll let me do it.” Karla was determined.
Deborah couldn’t answer because she trembled at the thought of cutting her hair, but inside her, the desire to let her teacher give her the haircut she wanted grew, and this excited her greatly.
Deborah was lost in thought and hadn’t noticed that Karla had pulled a pair of scissors from her desk drawer and was opening and closing them threateningly upward.
“Now, be a good girl and let me cut it,” Karla said.
Unable to react, Deborah turned and left her thick hair in her teacher’s clutches.
“Please, not too much!” Deborah pleaded.
“I’m sorry, but I’m going to take the whole braid, my dear.”
So Karla positioned the scissors at the base of Deborah’s braid, right between the elastic and her scalp, and without hesitation, she began to cut.
ZAC ZAC ZAC ZAC ZAC
After a little difficulty, the scissors began to cut through Deborah’s braid.
“Oh no!” Tears were starting to form in Deborah’s eyes as she put her hands to her face and continued to hear the heartbreaking sound of the scissors cutting through her hair.
ZAC ZAC ZAC
After a few more strokes, the final, triumphant ZAC finally completed the cut and freed the long braid into Karla’s hands, while Deborah was still shocked.
She had agreed to a haircut, but she didn’t think it was a trim, not a drastic cut.
“Why? I thought you loved my long hair, and now it’s ruined.” Deborah struggled to look at Karla, still in shock.
“Because I like you even more this way,” Karla said, leaning closer to Deborah and giving her a sweet, deep kiss on the lips.
It was the first time Deborah had kissed another woman, and seeing her so close to her, her thick hair still in her hands, made her melt, and she returned the kiss.
After a few seconds, the two girls separated, and Karla, after placing the scissors and braid on the desk, ruffled Deborah’s hair, revealing the new length around her chin.
“I think you need a hairdresser to fix this mess,” Karla said, smiling at Deborah and giving her another kiss.
“I’d say so,” Deborah replied, returning the smile.
“Perfect, then let’s get out of here and run to the hairdresser so you can show off a new look tonight.” Karla grabbed Deborah’s hand and dragged her out.
“Wait! What about my braid?” Deborah said, admiring it on the desk.
“This one? Well, it’s mine. Is that okay?”
Deborah turns to look at Karla and hugs her, replying, “Not just that one.”
The two girls rush out to find Deborah’s hairdresser.
Deborah later wore her hair medium-length for a while before growing it out again, but this time, not only did she, but her new partner also decided to try ditching her short hair for long, and she’d let her new love help her style it.
THE END
