| Hair and Happiness Part 4 Curly Claire (cont.) One time I remember vividly was the first time we showered together. I remember being amazed to discover her curly hair was almost waist length when pulled straight by the water. My arousal was immediate and powerful. We made furious love on the bath mat in front of the shower. Of course � she had no idea what had caused such strong and sudden excitement. I soon learned that her hair had been a similar length for several years and that she visited the salon for intensive conditioning and a trim every month. At first this didn�t worry me. The allure her long hair was new and exciting and our relationship was it its early flush of passion. In fact, I found the extra softness and the neat freshly cut hair particularly exciting. After I while I began to daydream about her hair growing longer. It seemed to grow quickly. She grew it from a bob to her current length during a three-year period at school when she was going through a hippy phase. I imagined how fantastic her thick curls would if she grew it down to her waist. I broached the subject one day after we made love. As I stroked her hair I asked her if she had ever thought of growing it longer? She smiled mischievously. �You�d like that�, she said. �Perhaps I might�. Over the next few months she still went to the hairdressers as usual. However, I noticed that slowly, but surely, her hair was getting longer. It turned out that she had been asking the stylist to trim the minimum at each visit. Although her hair grew quickly, its curliness made progress seem slow. By the time of out first anniversary, her hair came down to the small of her back some three to four inches shy of her waist. Only in the shower could I see the full impact of the new growth. Her wet hair under the streaming water spread gloriously over the tops of her shapely buttocks. One Saturday afternoon, before we went out for a meal, she washed her hair early and dried it under a hood on big curlers. When she brushed it out I couldn�t believe by eyes. Here usual curly mop was now wavy and glossy and fell clear to her waist. I was transfixed. I could barely concentrate on the meal with such a vision opposite me. The atmosphere was so highly charged that we made love in the car that night as soon as we got back to the car park. Then suddenly it ended. One day, just three months after that dinner, she told me it was all off. She had started going out with another guy. She found me too intense. I was devastated. I didn�t see it coming � but men rarely do. I couldn�t help thinking that my obsessing with hair might have had something to do with it. If it did, she never mentioned it. But, the next time I saw her hair was back to its old mid-back length. |