Traci Bets it All

Right now, Traci was beginning to regret making that bet.  It has seemed so easy to bet all of her light brown locks against Jessika’s deep, chocolate waves before the game, her desire to see her girlfriend bald had overridden her good senses, but it had come back to bite Traci in her firm, heart-shaped posterior.

 

Jessika had been kind, as kind as someone about to force Traci into the life of a bald and beautiful woman could be.  She had decided to shave Traci at their apartment, in the bathroom, not forcing her to be a public spectacle in a salon or a barbershop.  Traci was thankful for that much, at least.

 

A firm swat to her behind snapped Traci out of her thoughts.  She turned to face Jessika, admiring the way the love of her life’s dark, thick locks hung down and covered her breasts, stopping in a perfectly straight line just below.

 

“I thought you liked my hair?” Traci protested as Jessika placed her hands against Traci’s lower back and firmly guided her towards the bathroom, “Don’t you love playing with it?”

 

“I do,” Jessika said, “But I’m sure I’ll love caressing your bald-ass head just as much”

 

The words sent a tingle of dread down Traci’s spine, all the way to her well-manicured toes.  She had never imagined the words ‘bald-ass head’ being used to describe her.  The fear practically caused her feet to suction to the carpet.

 

“I never imagined you would welch on a bet, young lady,” Jessika chided, leaning a bit more forcefully to push her girlfriend to the makeshift shearing station.

 

“I love my hair,” Traci yelped, reaching back to stroke one of her long, healthy chocolate brown locks, for the last time in quite a while, if her girlfriend had her way.

 

“Why’d you bet it?”

 

“Because I wanted to shave you!” Traci nearly screeched, the intense irony of the statement being completely drowned in her fear.

 

“Well now you know for next time, don’t you?” Jessika stated, continuing to push.

 

Traci sighed and continued the march towards her hair’s death.  She froze again when they reached the threshold of the bathroom and saw the tools of her beautiful locks demise so menacingly arranged on the sink.  A set of brand new Wahl balding clippers bought that morning,a pink razor, and the shaving gel Traci used to keep her legs and underarms smooth and her bush neatly shaped.

 

As horrified as Traci was at the thought, the idea of losing her hair was kind of a turn on, she could feel heat rising from her sex and her juices were already intermingling with her thick pubes and causing her panties to stick to her skin.

 

“Okay, here we are, my love,” Jessika said, leaning forward to plant a gentle kiss on Traci’s neck, slipping her hand around Traci’s stomach, over the top of the shorts she had on and gripping her inner thigh.  In spite of herself, Traci moaned.

 

“Oh?  Is someone a bit turned on?” Jessika teased, lifting her hand higher and applying the slightest bit of pressure between her girlfriend’s legs.

 

“O–only a little bit,” Traci gasped, feeling her face flush red as her juices began to seep out, wetting her panties further.

 

“Well maybe we’ll just have to take this extra slow,” Jessika whispered, making sure to breathe extra heavily on Traci’s ear, making the love of her life squirm in fear or anticipation.  Either reaction was okay with Jessika.

 

They were firmly planted in front of the mirror now, Jessika admiring the way the chestnut locks hung down and framed Traci’s face, knowing this would be her last chance for quite a while.  Traci turned to face Jessika, pulling her closer and kissing her on the lips.  Her hands roamed up into Jessika’s hair, playing with the heavy dark locks and then moving down, pulling Jessika closer to feel her body heat, and then slipping into the skin tight leggings Jessika had on, playing with the band, tugging them down.

 

Jessika broke the embrace, stepped back and slid the leggings off, wearing nothing underneath them, revealing her smoothly shaven sex.  Traci loved how fastidiously Jessika maintained her shave almost as much as she loved keeping a glorious bush herself, trimming the edges to wear her bikini, but otherwise allowing the tight curls to thrive to the point that the outline was clearly visible in her panties.

 

Jessika pulled her white t shirt off, allowing her breasts to fall free, and stepped towards Traci, stripping her down too, first her purple shirt was removed and discarded with Jessika’s clothing, and then her shorts, with Jessika taking an extra second to kneel down as she pulled off Traci’s thong so she could stare at Traci’s bush.

 

“Goodbye little friend,” Jessika cooed at the edged but otherwise untamed thatch of thick moist light brown pubic hair that completely obscured Traci’s pussy.  “I’ll miss you,” she said, leaning forward to plant the lightest of kisses at the top of the triangle.

 

“Why will you miss it?” Traci asked bewildered.

 

“I believe our bet was for *all* of your hair,” Jessika explained as she stood again, reaching out and rubbing a single finger over one of Traci’s eyebrows.  “All of it”

 

“Wait, no, my brows and my bush, too?” Traci gasped, placing a protective hand on top of the thick curls between her legs.

 

“Of course,”

 

Traci began to stammer, the realization that Jessika meant all when she said all, but also aroused by the whole idea.  The conflicting emotions rendered her totally silent as Jessika put her arms on her shoulders and spun her around to face the mirror and the dreaded implements lining the sink.

 

“Babe, I don’t know about–”

 

Jessika pushed her hips against Traci, pinning her naked body against the sink.  One hand wrapped around her waist, another slid around Traci’s long throat and gently squeezed.

 

“You’ll be a good girl for me, right?” Jessika asked, resting her chin on the very top of Traci’s head and looking at her in the mirror.

 

Traci gulped.  It was usually hot that Jessika stood almost a foot taller than Traci, and it was hot now, but the uncertainty of what Traci had agreed to was making her more and more nervous.  She nodded at Jessika, averting her eyes.  Jessika leaned down and planted a kiss on Traci’s cheek.

 

“That’s my good girl”

 

When Jessika’s hand reached for the clippers Traci tried to jerk away, thwarted by the fact that Jessika’s warm sex was planted firmly on her back, keeping her pinned.  She wanted to squirm, to escape, to save her luxurious hair.  But she wanted to be shaved by her girlfriend, to experience the feeling of being free of her hair, to feel the breeze caressing her scalp.  She trembled when the clippers popped on, filling their small bathroom with their awful hungry roar.  Jessika pulled her in tighter, probably both to calm her and keep her still.

 

“So where do we start, hmmm,” Jessika wondered aloud, theatrically bringing the clippers up and down, well within the sight of Traci, who couldn’t tear her eyes away from the instrument of her hair’s demise.

 

“Maybe we could start with a side cut?” Traci asked hopefully, thinking how hard a girl she followed on Instagram rocked it but also praying that the small sacrifice would sate Jessika, allowing her to keep the rest of her thick, flowing locks.

 

“Hmmm, that could be fun,” Jessika whispered, still bringing the clippers up and down, vacillating between Traci’s bush and her hair, “But not as fun as this, I don’t think” Jessika said, suddenly adjusting the clippers to Traci’s forehead, horizontal to her left eyebrow, pushing the clippers forward.

 

Traci gasped and squealed as she felt the vibrations move across her forehead, tightly closing her eyes as the hum from the clippers sharply dropped as they chewed into her eyebrows.  She felt the delicate hairs tickle her face on the way down, followed shortly by the clippers repeating their path of destruction on the other side before they popped off again.

 

“Open your eyes, babe,” Jessika cooed, staring intently in the mirror to catch her girlfriend’s honest reaction to the first of her hair being sacrificed.

 

“No, I…I don’t think I can” Traci moaned, shaking her head side to side, eyes slammed shut.

 

“Open them!” Jessika commanded and Traci reflexively obeyed.

 

When her eyes focused on herself in the mirror, Traci was speechless.  Her eyes were still just as gorgeous and green as they were that morning but the loss of her brows fundamentally altered how Traci saw her own face.  Her jaw dropped in shock and hung there, unsure what she would say even if she could form words.

 

Her forehead seemed so much larger without her brows to define where it began and she wondered how long her face would look when her hair was gone.  The thought sent another involuntary tremor of fear through her entire body, which made Jessika squeeze her more tightly.

 

“Is someone having second thoughts about our bet?”

 

“…yes,” Traci admitted, looking down at the small tufts of hair dotting the sink instead of at her browless face

 

“Would someone have let me keep my hair if I had lost?”

 

“I…” Traci began, but her voice trailed off before she could finish, her voice torn between how turned on she was and not even knowing if she knew the answer.

 

“That’s what I thought.  Now, what to shave next…”Jessika asked no one in particular, her eyes glancing between Traci’s beautiful hair and her bountiful bush.  Jessika’s free hand roamed down Traci’s flat stomach and playfully tugged her girlfriend’s bush, surprised at how wet the curls were getting.

 

“Well, I think that’s our answer.  Hop up and spread ’em, young lady” Jessika commanded, patting the sink as she stepped back so Traci could maneuver around the small room.

 

Realizing how futile begging would be, especially with her brows stripped down to a shadow, Traci pouted as she backed off the sink, spun and lifted herself up.

 

The sink was so cold against her bare buttocks that she let out an involuntary gasp as she lowered herself onto the cool ceramic.  Jessika wasted no time in helping Traci spread her legs, giving her perfect access to the thick pubes she had been eyeing and filling the bathroom with Traci’s aroma.

 

“Say goodbye,” Jessika said, kneeling down to get a clear view of her next task.

 

“Bye bush,” Traci moaned out, an intoxicating mix of fear and arousal flooding her brain as Jessica brought the humming clippers to the top of the curls and began moving them downwards.

 

Traci closed her eyes again as Jessika worked, enjoying the vibrations so tantalizingly close to her womanhood.  Each short stroke sent a thick tangle of curls down into the sink basin and Traci wondered when the last time she had been shaved shaved was. Maybe high school?  Earlier than that?  She viewed her thick bush as a sign of her femininity and had been loath to shave it for many years, but now that was all being undone by her enthusiastic girlfriend and a pair of equally enthusiastic hair clippers.

 

Traci groaned as the buzzing clippers began to travel down to her mons, and then close to her labia, the blades warming as the clippers kept working through the thick hair.

 

“Please be careful,” Traci gasped when she felt Jessika gently tugging her labia to give herself a flat shaving surface, “Don’t cut me,”

 

“I wouldn’t dream of it babe,” Jessika reassured her as she buzzed the tufts of curls off one side and then quickly dispatched the other.  “I need you to scoot forward a little, I want to get all of this hair”

 

“How far are you shaving me?”

 

“Every little bit,”

 

Traci slowly slid her ass forward a bit more to present more hair to her zealous girlfriend.  Traci felt Jessika’s hand around one of her butt cheeks pulling them out, and then the buzzing clippers were digging under her legs, stripping every last hair Jessika could reach, a process quickly repeated on the other side.  The clippers fell silent.

 

“Well someone enjoyed that,” Jessika teasingly stated as she massaged her handiwork, enjoying how prickly the stubble felt and how soft Traci’s sex looked and felt stripped of hair.  She couldn’t help resist slipping a finger into Traci’s flushed lips, seemingly pleased with how wet it was when she pulled it back out.

 

Traci convulsed at the unexpected penetration, and exhaled after Jessika stopped, disappointed her girlfriend wasn’t going further.  Jessika emerged from between her legs and kissed Traci.

 

“We still have a lot of work to do,” Jessika announced, retrieving the can of shave gel and razor from next to Traci.

 

“Babe, please,” Traci moaned, not sure if she wanted Jessika to stop shaving her or to go faster, feeling an orgasm building up inside her.

 

“You’ll love it and I’ll love it too,” Jessika reassured her, squirting a dollop of floral scented shaving gel into her hand and returning to work.

 

It has been so, so long that Traci forgot how good it felt while Jessika massaged the gel into her dripping pussy, making sure to get enough gel over enough of Traci’s throbbing pussy that shaving would be easier.

 

“Okay I need you to be still.  I don’t cut myself when I shave and I certainly don’t want to cut you,”

 

Traci closed her eyes again as Jessika worked, flinching away from the pulling sensation of the razor at first, but quickly learning that it felt quite good in Jessika’s extremely skilled hands.  The razor smoothly glided trough the foam and stubble, leaving nothing behind but soft, warm skin.

 

Jessika pulled Traci forward and leaned her back, smearing another dab of gel into the delicate skin between Traci’s holes, then stretching, then sliding the razor down, across and every which way, leaving no hair untouched.

 

Jessika placed a hand over her lovers smooth snatch, teasing her by gently circling her finger over the newly balded clit, enjoying the outright moans the quickly balding Traci let out.  Traci was shocked by how much more sensitive she was down there with a fresh shave.  Is this what she has been missing out on?

 

Traci opened her eyes and looked at her partner, jealous of how luscious and perfectly manicured Jessika’s eyebrows were, and for a second thinking of running off to save herself from what she knew would come next.

 

But she wanted to lose her hair, shaving her pussy felt great, she could only imagine how a shaved head would feel.  Who cares what anyone else thinks, Jess would love it and her and that’s all she really needed.

 

“Okay lover girl, this is it,” Jess cooed as she hoisted the hungry clippers once more.

 

“Are you ready?”

 

Traci felt a single tear roll down her cheek, but she nodded.  Gently lifting herself of the sink she out her feet on the floor and turned to face the mirror, shocked at her lack of brows, but also feeling a jolt of pleasure bounce down to her throbbing clitoris.

 

Jessika pressed against her and Traci could feel the heat radiating from Jessika’s sex against her lower back.  Jessika reached up and grabbed Traci by the chin, gently forcing her face forward so she couldn’t look anywhere else.  Traci didn’t want to look anywhere else, but Jessika exerting this extra bit of control caused a full body shiver to course through her.

 

The clippers popped on, but Traci didn’t flinch this time.  A single tear rolled down her cheek, but she was ready.  With one fluid motion, Jessika brought the clippers up to Traci’s forehead and dug the clipper blades into her thick hair.

 

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Ahhh shit back again.  Is it perfect?  No.  But it was fun to write, second part will be posted in a few days because I don’t want to drown the front page.  Thanks for reading, would love to know what you think.