When I was 18 years old I was finally introduced to the erotic and sensual curves of a BBW.
Because I had a much younger sister and both my parents worked, my older cousin named Dee spent her summer days with us. Dee was the daughter of my mother's cousin and starting when I was 12 after my mother went back to work Dee basically lived with us for the summer except for weekends when my parents weren't working. For as long as I could remember she always called me her boyfriend and joked that when I got older I was going to be her man.
Dee was 12 years older than me, and she was a very pretty, outgoing, bubbly, voluptuous and curvy woman about 5 feet 9 with long, slightly thick but shapely legs. Dee loved her body, and she loved showing off her curvy hips in tight jeans or short shorts and was proud to show her large breasts in tight low-cut tops. She also knew that men loved her curves, and her most admirable quality was that she was perfectly content at being curvy, and she exuded a great air of sexuality that could put fit, thin and athletic women to shame. It didn't hurt that her curvy figure was accentuated by her long blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a pearly white smile that could light up a room.
I remember that Dee was frequently on the phone with men whom she had dated, men who wanted to date her, or men she was hoping to date. For her amusement and to torment my raging teenage hormones she regularly made a game of touching, hugging and flirtatiously teasing me with her sexuality. Just the idea of driving an 18-year-old boy crazy I believe made her even more insatiable but drove me to create fantasies of enjoying her hot curves in every imaginable position.
My little sister Jackie convinced our parents to let her join a summer day camp, so she could pursue her interest in riding and grooming horses. To me this seemed presumptuous of a child of her age when I was an 18-year-old boy overrun by hormones and other manly thoughts, but now years later I commend her for finding her passion early and pursuing it, as to this day she has a successful career in that field which started with that early experience.
Dee would get Jackie up and ready to go every morning and drop her off at the camp usually long before I even got out of bed on summer mornings, so most of my summer days were spent alone with Dee, who at most wore very short shorts, tight low cut tops or just caroused around our pool in a skimpy bathing suit which showed off all of her incredibly sexy, curvy body.
Because of my father's military background which led to his employment, albeit as a civilian contractor on the local naval base we were still forced to live by certain strict regulations that became somewhat relaxed under Dee's watch whenever possible, but the most obvious guidelines had to be kept intact.
The most loathed regulation in my opinion was that one of Dee's summer chores regarding me was overseeing my "summer haircut" as it was referred to in an effort to down play the severity of growing my hair all year during school, but as soon as summer began it all had to be shorn away with a once a year drastic haircut.
This occurrence continued into my late teen years as had previously been the routine throughout my youth. I made a point to let my father know that as soon as I graduated high school and went off to college this would cease.
"That's fine, but while your living in my house, my rules and regulations will stand," was my father's standard answer whenever I pleaded my case regarding this dreaded deed even when I became a teenager and tried to reason with him as an adult.
My mother, I will admit halfheartedly tried to help me in my plight but again his military sternness won out and she did as wives did in the days before liberation and agreed with her husband.
On a side note, her conceding so quickly always made me wonder about the sounds of sex that I remembered regularly hearing since I was very young coming from their bedroom wall that was adjacent to mine. So, I was treated at a young age to what I translated as my military dad wanting sex, my submissive mom not really sharing the same inclination, but she seemed to believe in that long-gone era where a woman thought that it was her wifely duty to give her man sex whenever and however he wanted it.
The standing buzzcut rule infuriated me to all ends because in those days it was way cooler to have long hair, so no 18-year-old young man wanted to have his parents make him get a buzz cut every summer like I had to endure since I was a child. My parents also didn't understand that this led me to being laughed at by the neighborhood boys and strained any chance of making friends to hang out with during the summer school break, or most importantly at that age it hindered any chance of finding a girlfriend, so I stayed home, read books, jerked off and watched TV all night.
When I finally got out of bed, I willingly helped Dee with some of the household duties, so our afternoons could be spent in the sun hanging around our private pool which was one of the few perks I had during my strict upbringing. Dee tanned her voluptuous body, swam, played music and sipped on wine while I swam, laid in the sun and stared at her body behind my sunglasses. I intently studied her curvy ass and huge tits that showed through her collection of small bikinis, especially when they were wet. This helped to quickly educate me about what a camel toe was because her womanly slit was blatantly obvious through the thin fabric of her tiny, wet bathing suit.
When Dee's body, bikini and the sun finally got to me, I would make an excuse to go in the house and stroke my hard dick to the thought of doing anything to her amazingly sexy body and I would quickly shoot streams of young cum into the toilet or bathroom sink.
The only bright spot of the humiliating summer haircut that I despised more than anything, was that after a couple summers and the help of teenage hormones, I realized that watching me get all my hair buzzed off made Dee excited and it seemed even hot and horny, which caused her flirtatious ways towards me to magnify greatly after my hair was taken away by the overly aggressive clippers run by the strange man, who ironically always sported an Elvis like hairstyle with gray hair while wearing a light blue smock. He seemed to take great pleasure in scalping boys for the summer. An example of Dee's fetish for my haircuts was how she loved to hold my head close to her large breasts and rub my fuzzy head, she constantly told me for reassurance that most of the guys that she dated were in the military because the uniforms and haircuts were an amazing turn on for a woman.
When it was time to go to the barber shop for the butchering of my precious teenage hair, Dee would always wear a tight short skirt which magnified her amazing heart shaped ass and was short enough to show an abundance of her thick smoothly shaved thighs, I quickly came to notice that if I was turned right in the chair I could see up her skirt as her legs would be spread slightly as she sat in the waiting chairs while my hair fell like a ton of bricks to the floor.
I also noticed that her panties seemed to be wet during the butchering of my hair, but this detail may be pure speculation or fantasy on my part, but I do know that I saw far enough up her skirt to make this dreadful task slightly bearable and supply me with plenty of material for teenage masturbation fantasies.
One day early in the summer when I turned 18 Dee delivered the dreaded message.
"You know that your father told me that today we have to go to the barber shop to have your hair cut off for the summer," She said knowing that a protest was about to start but before I could even speak she continued.
"I know how much this pisses you off and you really hate it, but I have to tell you completely honestly, and you know that I would never lie to you because ever since you were young you have been my special guy, and I have always believed in my heart that we have a special bond that we haven't yet explored. But as a woman I think men who shave their hair off are very sexy," she proclaimed, just the sultry tone of Dee's voice made me hard as a rock.
"Really?" I said. Still not sure if she was bullshitting me, but the special guy speech was taken effect over my love of my hair. I couldn't believe that a sexy woman actually thought this was hot.
"I'll make a deal with you," she said in a sultry low, whispery voice.
"If you go and get this done for me, when we get back I'll change into my new white string bikini that you have been staring at all week and thought I didn't notice," Dee said with a girlish giggle.
My cock sprang to life as I tried to act casual but when she added, "And I'll change into it in front of you," I think I was out the door before her.
As usual she wore a tight little mini skirt and a low-cut top, so her legs, hips and boobs were on full display, and I tried my best at sneaking glances up her skirt and down her blouse as she got in and out of the car, I even continued this boyish act as we were waiting for my turn in the chair while an older gentleman got a simple clean buzz around the ears.
