DISCLAIMER
: Nothing in this story is real or should be considered as such. This story centers on a particular fetish, and yes, it also features sexual acts between consenting adults. I welcome any feedback and I'm always excited to discuss the story and characters, and chatting/bouncing around ideas for future stories. I hope you enjoy delving into my insane mind.
NOTE
: It's been a while since I've written anything and this story features something different than my usual fare. Most notably, a fetish that will not be for everyone. If you're not into hairy girls and body hair, I suggest you turn back now. But if you are, I hope you enjoy this little story I put together.
A HAIRY SITUATION
"Have you ever considered just letting it grow out?"
"What?" Sarah paused with her underwear halfway up her smooth legs. Her green eyes darted over to her boyfriend who sat on the edge of her bed, and he turned away, sheepishly staring off to the side. But she caught his gaze drifting back and then away from her freshly shaved, bare snatch. She rolled her eyes and finished pulling up her panties, covering her mound with a snap of the elastic hem. "Yeah, I'll just stop shaving and have a bush running down to my thighs."
"Nothing like that," Danny said, head whipping back in her direction. She continued to get dressed, slipping a bright lacey bra onto her modest bust, but cocked her eyebrow to let him know she noticed his sudden enthusiasm. He paused and stood before continuing, pulling off his shirt and dropping his pjs. "I just mean, like, you talk about the hassle of having to shave all the time. I'm just saying, you don't have to if you don't want to."
"Uh huh." Sarah shimmied a pair of tight jeans over her shapely thighs and butt. She always wished her boobs were a little bigger, but what she lacked on top she made up for below. "You say that, but then suddenly the sex stops coming as often and I find Google searches for waxing in your search history."
"Never. I clear my search history." He paused in the doorway to the bathroom, leaning against the frame in his boxers. Before pulling her short-sleeved tee over her head, Sarah noticed the half chubby inside her boyfriend's underwear but passed it off as the typical morning wood that often pressed into her ass during their waking hours. "I don't know. I think it'd be kind of... sexy. A bit of bush above your, you know." His eyes drifted to her lower abdomen. "It's whatever you want. I'm just saying I don't think I'd mind it. Anyway, I'm going to go shower."
Sarah waited for him to shut the door and for the water to start running before turning toward the standing mirror in the bedroom. The girl that stared back at her still felt like a stranger sometimes, even over half a decade later. Carefully styled and maintained dirty blonde hair. Intricately applied makeup. Tight jeans and a simple but fashionable top. A vision of preppy beauty.
She sighed, suddenly conscious of not just her shaved mound but arms and armpits. She doubted Danny had any idea the memories he dredged up with his comments. How could he? He also had no clue what he was asking for saying he wouldn't mind if she stopped shaving. Her hair grew so fast and so thick. She knew the type of reaction body hair like hers got. She knew all too well. With another, more resigned sigh, she turned away from the mirror and went to find a pair of shoes that matched her outfit.
Meanwhile, Danny, his head full of exactly what he was asking for when he suggested his girlfriend stop shaving, frantically stroked his hard prick under the warm water of the shower. In his fantasy, he pictured the normally preppy blonde with jeans low on her hips and curls of hair peeking out from the waist. He imagined her smiling mischievously and reaching down to unsnap the button and lower the zipper. She wasn't wearing any panties and more and more of her bush came into view every second, bringing a rush of pleasure from his brain to his shaft. He had no idea what her bush actually looked like, having never seen a centimeter of hair below her neck, but he used the pictures he found online while doing some "research" as reference. Conjuring up the memories of his favorite one.
"Fuck!" he gasped. A shot of precum fired from his tip and washed down the drain. The pumping of his fist grew more rapid, and he let out a long and low groan.
Up until about two months ago, Danny never knew he harbored some sort of secret fetish for hairy girls. Sure, he remembered seeing a picture or two of girls with a full bush when he was younger, but at that time that never really did anything for him. And in a way, it still didn't. Not exactly, anyway. Things changed when he attended a music festival with Sarah, who got tickets comped to her as part of a photography gig. They spent most of their time roaming the grounds together, her snapping photos with her DSLR and him just people watching. But at one point, she moved closer to the stage for some pics while he hung around near the back. That's when he saw her.
She wasn't that different from a lot of the other girls at the festival but something about her extreme hippie vibe caught Danny's attention. Her dark hair was wild with flowers tied into the locks. Her top was miniscule, her bountiful breasts nearly spilling out of it. And her shorts hung loose on her hips. However, nothing about the first two points captivated him the most. He always preferred blondes to brunettes and never really cared too much about breast-size. What did draw his eye, however, were the shorts. More specifically the wisps of dark hair sticking out from the top. Danny watched her sway to the music, the movement causing her shorts to periodically drop lower and lower, exposing more and more of her sparse but wide patch of pubic hair. By the time the bottoms hooked on her hips, half her mound was out in the open, but she seemed not to care. She even smiled and gave him a wink when she caught his gaze.
He had looked away after that and wandered off to find Sarah, but the sight had mesmerized him, and if the situation in his pants was any indication, aroused him greatly. She was the definition of a free spirit. So unlike the girls he dated and that interested him. Later that night, back at his apartment, after saying goodbye to his girlfriend, who was understandably too exhausted to fool around, he kept thinking back to her and ended up doing some online "research." He wanted to understand this newfound interest -- and get himself off in the process.
His research didn't last long that night, but three weeks, countless pictures and multiple long, drawn out jerk off sessions later, Danny came to a few conclusions. Yes, he found a girl with pubic hair hot. However, it wasn't just a girl with a bush that did it. He really enjoyed when she was almost showing it off, specifically from the top. He didn't like an unchecked bush spilling out of the sides. Nor did he like leg hair. However, surprised again, he also discovered he really enjoyed arm hair. Not underarm necessarily but on the arms themselves. That was an unusual one for him. It took a while to get to this full understanding of his uncovered fetish, but it all clicked into place when he found... her.