Sarah Shearer
Carrie was quite content with her rather ordinary looks as she prepared for her first year of college. She stood average height and had a studious look that suited her high school GPA. Her sandy brown hair hung down to her shoulders while a pair of oversized brown tortoise-shell framed glasses brought out the greens in her eyes.
Carrie had a couple of relationships in high school, but nothing more serious than a couple of months going steady or dates to the prom. She wasn’t expecting to go all-in on a romantic relationship in college until Brian came into her life.
She was a freshman and he was a sophomore. They met in an English class when they were paired off as part of a steady group. The more they talked, the more they found a mutual interest in each other and finally went on their first date that November.
In their first few dates, it became obvious that there was a spark between Carrie and Brian. He was kind, sweet and romantic in a way that Carrie had never experienced before. He knew just how to touch her, whether it was a shoulder rub after a study session or running his hands through her hair and along her face while enjoying the evening together.
It did not take long for Brian and Carrie to fall in love with each other. One night, however, before things could go too far, Brian confessed his hair fetish to Carrie. He was turned on not only by her long tresses but also the idea of short hair on women. Not just short but buzzed or even shaved. Brian said that he wasn’t asking Carrie to cut her hair right away, but if they stayed together long-term, he said, chances are that he would. Carrie admitted to being a little taken aback by how turned on he was by his fetish, but she was willing to go with it. He was head over heels with Brian.
Hair play became a regular part of their lives together. Brian would often brush out Carrie’s tresses or lovingly run his hands through her hair while sensually giving her a scalp massage. Carrie came to be turned on by the attention and, when alone, started dreaming of his hands caressing her head and his lips on hers.
One night, Carrie came to Brian’s apartment with a brown cloth headband positioned just up from her hairline. As their hair play began, Carrie noticed a heightened excitement from Brian, including considerable attention to her headband and a quickly developing bulge in his pants. Brian admitted his hair fetish had another aspect: headbands were as much of a turn-on as a buzzed head. As far as Carrie was concerned, that was part of his kink that he could easily submit to. The next day, Brian presented a gift bag to Carrie with two wide headbands inside. Brian took great joy in sensually brushing Carrie’s hair before placing the smooth black swath of fabric at her hairline. Headbands became a daily part of Carrie’s attire.
The end of the term came and Carrie and Brian headed their separate ways for the summer. They spent many an evening on Facetime, talking and eventually playing through some sexual fantasies. Brian perfected an ASMR delivery, working Carrie to orgasm with his vivid descriptions of experiences that he longed to play out on her.
August came and Brian found an apartment near campus for the year. Carrie couldn’t get back to town fast enough. They spent most of the two days before the start of class at his place, making love for the first time and living out some of those sensual role-plays. Carrie wore little more than panties, a sports bra and a headband most of that time. Their hairplay became more aggressive. Carrie became turned on not only by his sensual touch but also by his intense teasing.
The day before classes, Brian asked Carrie for the first time if she would be willing to cut her hair. More than eager to submit, they found a walk-in salon where Brian watched excitedly as eight inches of Carrie’s hair was cut off for a chin-length bob. They barely made it back to Carrie’s car before Brian plunged his penis into her, punctuating a great start to the year.
Carrie was willing to submit to just about anything that Brian asked. He continued to buy her new headbands. He talked her into double piercings in her ears and a small stud in her nose. He chose a new pair of glasses for Carrie, replacing her oversized plastic tortoise-shell frames with black plastic cat-eye frames. Carrie’s ordinary look had given way to a vintage look that Brian loved and one he showed regular sensual appreciation for.
While he never asked for more than keeping her bob for much of the school year, Brian kept teasing Carrie with what he might ask her to do next. Maybe an undercut. Maybe a side shave or a bowl cut. Maybe a new color. Maybe shaving it all off. Deep in Carrie’s mind, her emotions were a mix of butterflies and excitement whenever she thought about it, knowing that when it happened, Brian would make it a most wonderful experience. As the year went on, Carrie became more turned on when she thought of letting Brian have her way with her hair.
At the end of the school year, Brian asked Carrie to marry him. She enthusiastically accepted. They scheduled a small wedding in early August so that they could be back in time for classes to start. Not long after the proposal, the next hair ask came. Brian asked Carrie if he could shave her head on their wedding night and make love to her as a bald woman. Despite the butterflies, Carrie enthusiastically agreed. For the next two months, she grew more excited about it as she fanaticized about what it would feel like and what she would look like. For his part, Brian revealed little about his wedding night plan, only that it would be special in a number of ways and that she would look incredibly beautiful.
The wedding took place at a local park with their families and several of their closest friends. It was a casual ceremony. Brian wore a pair of black slacks with a crisp white shirt and a purple tie, Carrie’s favorite color. Carrie wore a knee-length deep purple velvet skirt, a white button-up blouse and a wide purple velvet headband that pulled her bob just off her ears.
The happy couple was off to the coast later that same day. Carrie couldn’t keep her hands off of Brian, pleasuring him for most of the drive. Brian kept running her hand through her tresses as the sexual tension mounted over what was to come.
They checked in at the beachside hotel and promptly made love as the sun slowly made its journey to the waterline. After their first sex as a married couple, Carrie laid on Brian, back against his body with her head against his chest. As the sun started to dip below the horizon, Brian finally asked Carrie if she was ready for her haircut. She rolled over to give her husband a long kiss before saying yes.
Brian began the preparations while Carrie laid on the bed rubbing her pussy. He set up a chair facing the large balcony windows, facing out towards the ocean. Out of his suitcase came clippers, a package of razors and a can of shaving cream. He went to the bathroom, grabbed a pair of towels and laid them on the corner of the bed.
Brian returned to the bed and kissed Carrie passionately once again. Without words, he led Carrie by the hand to the waiting chair. Using a sensual whisper, Brian expressed his plan. “We’ll start by brushing your hair out one more time. Remember that sensation because it will be a long time before you feel it again.” Brian dug his fingers into Carrie’s scalp as he removed the headband from her hair. “After that, I will use the clippers to remove every last hair from your head.”
Carrie let out a little moan as Brian started rubbing his hands more aggressively across her head. “Then I will cover your head with shaving cream and shave you nice and smooth, turning you into the sexiest woman in the world. Are you ready to become the sexiest woman in the world?”
“Oh yes,” Carrie answered breathlessly. She leaned her head back for another long kiss before closing her eyes as Brian started the slow brushing of her hair. Every stroke was methodical, intentional as they both knew it would the last time for a long time.
Brian looked in her eyes and asked if she was ready to begin. “Yes,” she whispered.
Brian picked up the clippers and turned them on. Carrie’s eyes focused on the slight reflection as he placed the clippers on her forehead and slowly pulled back. She felt her crotch getting warm as the first of her tresses fell to her shoulders and to the floor. Carrie shuttered as Brian ran finger across the newly exposed skin. He made a second pass with the clippers and once again ran his finger where the clippers had just been. Brian repeated it pass after pass until Carrie came to orgasm, her face becoming flush as her hair continued falling across her body and down to the floor.
Much of the right side of Carrie’s scalp was exposed when she leaned her head back. Brian’s wide grin was met by a smile from Carrie, a reassuring sign that she was joyfully along for the ride. He placed hand alongside her head and, as they kissed, paid special attention to Carrie’s clippered scalp. “More, please,” she whispered as Carrie lifted her head back up and Brian made the next pass. The bussing sensation of the clippers was almost hypnotic as she closed her eyes and breathed in the passion in the room.
As Brian moved the clippers along her nape, Carrie reached her hand back to stroke Brian’s penis. It did not take much stimulation to make Brian come, his juices pumping all over Carrie’s hand and back. Brian stopped for a moment to allow his excitement to settle a bit before clipping the last bits of Carrie’s bob off. He then ran the clippers over parts of her head one more time, assuring that remained was the faintest light brown shadow.
The buzzing finally stopped and Carrie took in a sudden, deep breath upon feeling Brian’s hands start to rub across her virgin scalp. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered in between running his lips and tongue along her ears. “Now you’re becoming an angel on earth. A goddess.” The only answer Carrie could muster was “yes, yes,” whispered between soft moans as she took in all of a fantasy that she was enjoying as much as he was.
The sensation of the first dollop of shaving cream being applied to her head sent Carrie into another orgasm. Brian kept spreading the cream as Carrie shuttered, enjoying the challenge of coating her head as her body twitched in pleasure. The cooling sensation turned to warmth as Brian completed Carrie’s white helmet.
Brian opened the package of razors. “Now try to hold as still as you can as I turn you into the sexiest woman in the world,” he whispered. Brian started again at her forehead, taking short, methodical strokes. Carrie took deep breaths between the strokes, working to hold her sexual tension in check so that Brian wouldn’t nick her. At one point, she remarked how nice the razor felt against her skin. Brian smiled knowing that this was the first of many times that Carrie would be tantalized by it.
Carrie started rubbing per pussy again as Brian worked the razor around her ears. The more she gazed into her reflection in the window, the more she realized how much she liked her new look. Brian was obviously pleased as well. The smile never left his face as he shaved the last bits of cream from her head. After Brian toweled her off, Carrie took time running her fingers across her newly shaved head, giving herself shivers as her sense of touch heightened.
Carrie rose from the chair. As she continued to caress her own head. Brian moved his body against hers, sensually kissing her bare nape and fondling her breasts. “Let me show you how beautiful you are,” he said as he plunged his rock-hard penis into Carrie. She screamed as he penetrated her, pushing hard against her breasts as he thrust. Carrie arms moved from her head to around Brian’s back, bracing herself before he finally released into her like he never had before.
The release of their incredible sexual tension left them both fully exhausted. They collapsed on the bed, their breathing slowly returning to a normal rate. Carrie continued to feel her heart pounding as Brian ran his tongue along her ear. “You’re the sexiest woman in the world,” he whispered again as he continued running his fingers along her smooth head until they both fell asleep.
Carrie awoke the next morning before Brian, her hair still strewn across the hotel room floor. She put her glasses on, went to the bathroom and examined herself closely for the first time. She saw the reflection of a striking woman. She smiled at the new Carrie in the mirror, confident and self-assured. The black plastic frames seemed to make the lack of hair on her head stand out even more, something that she came to enjoy. Carrie liked what she saw. And Brian made it clear that he did too.
Carrie & Brian caught a lot of eyes around town that week. She smiled from the compliments she received about how natural she made being bald look. Brian reveled in shaving her head every night and reliving his ultimate fantasy night after night.
Brian and Carrie returned home a couple of days before the new term started. They had agreed that Carrie would be bald when they were together, whether out in public or at home, but Carrie expressed a desire to wear a wig to go to classes. Brian selected two different wigs: one of long light brown hair, much like when they first met, attached to a cream-colored headband. The other was a dark brown bob with a wide black headband at the hairline. Carrie tried both wigs on and modeled them for Brian. He approved of her alternate looks before Carrie submitted to one last shave and one last night of lovemaking before the start of the semester.
