03/22/2006 8:33:19 PM Alert

by n.g. wary

The alarm rang at 5:00 AM, an unfamiliar time for Susan Blanton. It was a Thursday, and up until this morning her routine was to wake up around 8:00 AM to begin the process of washing her hair. As she trudged toward the bathroom to start the day, mumbling under her breath, “damn night classes”, she walked in to the bathroom, turned on the light, and looked in the full length mirror hanging on the door. The image that looked back at her was of an attractive woman in her late thirties with a voluptuous figure and an incredibly beautiful mane of thick dark brown hair that came down just two inches shy of the floor. Thursdays were always off days for Susan, so she could wake up at a decent hour before she started the long process of washing and drying her amazing tresses. However, this is a new year, and like many jobs, new unwanted changes to the job description now lay ahead.

Susan Blanton is a systems software design instructor at a business school in Rochester New York. She came back to Rochester four years ago to take care of her ill father, a retired line supervisor for a company that manufactured batteries for the military. Susan’s parents divorced when she was thirteen and decided to move with her mother out to California to the Berkley area. Her mother was an English Literature professor at UC Berkley, so Susan was fortunate enough to receive a free education because her mother was a tenured professor. Susan graduated with a bachelors degree from UC Berkley and subsequently followed in her mother’s footsteps in the teaching profession. Tragically, Susan’s father passed away one year ago from cancer. It had spread quickly through him and took him within six months of his diagnosis.

This particular Thursday was to be the start of Susan teaching a night class. This assignment was given to her by her new department head Teresa Crawford. Susan did not exactly see eye to eye with her new boss. They clashed on many an issue, and this was one of them. Susan had tenure and felt she could pick her own schedule. Thursdays and Sundays were Susan’s hair washing days, a routine she has had for about as long as she could remember. Having been assigned to teach a night class changed Susan’s regular hair washing routine. She had to wake up 3 hours earlier to begin the process because her hair takes about 8 hours to dry. Because her townhouse is a two story dwelling, Susan has come up with a unique way to dry her incredible long, thick mane. She set a chair in front of the railing next to the staircase, pulled a small table up in front of her chair, so she could either read or do her schoolwork on her lap top computer. All the while her hair hangs down off the railing while two fans sit on the ground floor pointing up at her glorious tresses.

It was about 6:00 when Susan was getting ready to teach night class. She put her hair up in a very large bun with four large pins holding all of her hair in place. Susan never wore her hair down either at school or in public for that matter because of all the unwanted attention that she would get. A couple of her male colleagues were always after her to let her hair down so they could see the marvel of her fantastic hair. Susan politely declined while thinking to herself, “That will happen right around never!”

Susan was not married nor seeing anyone at the time. This didn’t seem to bother her especially since her father died. Susan preferred being alone because her past few boyfriends only wanted to see her because of her hair. Her last boyfriend only wanted to jerk off in her hair which grossed Susan out so she abruptly ended that relationship. Susan was content with her assortment of sex toys when the urges came up. Her thinking was “I don’t have to worry about being stalked by my vibrator.”

It was only about a ten minute drive for Susan to arrive at campus. The class was to begin promptly at 7:00 and end at 10:00 with a 15 minute break in the middle. Susan used the time before class to review her lesson plan. This had to be different from her daytime classes, which she had 4 others because so much more material had to be covered in the night sessions. Susan’s office stood across the hall from her classroom, an office she thought at one time had to have been a janitorial closet because of the faint yet continuous odor of industrial cleaner. Her office copier had just finished the last stack of the semester’s syllabus as the clock approached 7 p.m.

Susan made her way into the classroom as the students were arriving for the night session. The make up of the students were much different than her daytime classes. A large percentage of older professionals made up the class roster with a few college kids sprinkled in the mix as well. This was good news for Susan because these people were much more serious and dedicated to the class. Susan surmised that a good percentage of the adult professionals needed the credits because of their occupations. It was 7:00 and time to start class. Susan began with introducing herself and the breakdown of what will be required of the students this fall semester. As she went back to her desk to begin handing out the syllabus for upcoming semester, one last student sheepishly walked into the classroom. Both the students and Susan were briefly distracted as the woman walked in to the classroom and headed for the last available seat in the back row. The woman stood roughly 5 ft. 8 in. She was wearing blue jeans a white blouse. The thing that struck Susan right way was her hair. A tremendous pile of light brown hair stood atop the woman’s head. Susan also noticed the vast number of pins used to keep all the hair up. As the class settled in Susan began calling out the names of the students for the attendance records, the woman with the large pile of light brown hair answered to the name Pamela Danmeyer.

The class continued through the night session until the 8:30 break. It was to be about a 15 minutes and then the last half of the class would resume until 10 p.m. Susan instructed the students where the cafeteria was as well as some nearby vending machines. She also showed one of the remaining few places left on campus if any of her students needed to smoke. As the students left for break, Susan looked around to see where Pam went but was intercepted by a couple of students asking questions about the material just taught.

When class resumed, Susan had the students start working on the program that was to be written on their computers for the remainder of the session. As she started walking around the room to check the progress of everyone, Susan was somehow drawn to the huge pile of hair that lay atop Pam’s head. This was distracting, almost unnerving to Susan because she had never been drawn to other long haired women before, but this was different for some reason. When Susan made it to the back of the room where Pam was working on her program, Susan’s heart started beating faster, her palms were becoming sweaty. “What’s going on?” she thought to herself. This had never happened to Susan in any class she had ever taught. One student got her attention and questioned her about a particular subroutine on her program which she was working on which enabled Susan to focus back in on the job at hand. When Susan was able to help the student solve her problem, she once again began to make her way toward the back of the room where this beautiful woman with what looked like perfectly soft, smooth skin, and not including her own, one of the largest buns of hair she had ever seen. As Susan approached Pam’s desk, she noticed almost instantly the wedding band on Pam’s left hand. This was a relief to Susan in a way because the urge that she was feeling was starting to subside. When Susan arrived at Pam’s desk, Susan noticed right away the efficiency of Pam’s work. “That looks very good.” Susan said to Pam. “Thank you.” Pam responded back. “I wasn’t sure of some of the commands I was supposed to sequence.” Susan than said, “If you have any questions, you can see me either before or after class. I usually get here between 6:15 and 6:30. My office number and e-mail address are both on the syllabus.” “Thanks again professor Blanton.” Pam said, returning to her work. Susan noticed right away how radiant Pam’s smile was. The thought crept into her what that smile would look like on her with her hair down. Susan quickly tried to suppress that thought and finish up the evening session. After fielding some more questions and trying to help a couple of students who just were not understanding the work, the end of the class finally arrived. Susan than instructed all the students to save and copy their work so they can all finish up at home or where ever they have to. Susan than let the students leave fro the evening. As they all left, Susan tried to see which way Pam was going but was intercepted by a couple more students with further questions. Susan did catch a quick glimpse of Pam leaving the room. Their eyes actually met for a split second brought out another brief smile in Pam. Susan also could not stop thinking how the jeans Pam wore tightly fit her sleek body. Pam walked out the door, turned left and headed for the parking lot and not to return until the next Thursday evening class.

Back at her town house, Susan was going to change, have a glass of wine, and finish up a little work before bed. At least she could sleep in a little bit, her one Friday class met at 10:00. After getting her glass of wine ready and turning on her desktop computer, Susan went in before her full size mirror in her bathroom to let down her hair. Susan’s hair was held up by 3 large hair sticks. Those were just a small part of Susan’s hair care products that took up just about all of her drawer space in her bathroom. Susan slowly removed the first stick causing a little bit of her bun to loosen, than removed the second pin spilling her thick mane to about her bra strap, and then finally, she removed her last two pins sending her beautiful dark brown tresses cascading down the length of her body. All the while, Susan could not get Pamela Danmeyer out of her mind. “How long is her hair?”, she thought. Susan tried to remember the sequence of Pam’s bun as she grabbed her pick comb to comb her hair before bed. Susan thought that Pam’s hair had to be at the very least knee length due to the tremendous size and thickness of her bun, and the number of small pins she had in there to hold it all up. After 15 minutes Susan finished combing her hair. She looked in the mirror and smiled at the finished product. Her shoulders were hardly broad enough to keep back all of her tresses. Susan than began to playfully swing all her hair around. She flung all her hair over her head and face, than picked it up and flipped it back over as she watched in the mirror as it eventually came to rest right at her ankles. Susan than shook her head back and forth as her middle part disappeared and her hair completely enveloped her. Susan loved playing with her long hair, it was the reward for all the work she had to put in to maintain it. Her philosophy was if she had to do all the work only she would reap the benefits. Susan finished with her hair play and went in to the living room to finish her glass of wine and watch a little TV before bed. She let her work go until Sunday when she easily do it while her hair was drying because that was her other shampoo day.

As Susan was trying to fall asleep she was having a difficult time. All she could think about was Pam. That smile, those tight jeans, that huge bun of golden brown hair piled on top of her head. There was only one thing Susan could do get to sleep tonight. She began by unwinding the loose braid she made for herself before she goes to sleep so her hair would not get tangled during the night. She then removed the covers and her pajamas, and then placed all of her hair over her now naked body. Slowly, Susan began caressing herself with her hair going over all parts of her body. She used her right hand to slowly touch both of her large breasts. She stroked her hair over her now erect nipples and than spent equal time cupping each breast with her hand. Her left was used to slowly caress her clit with her hair while using her two forefingers to feel around inside. Susan began writhing around on the bed moaning out loud as she became totally aroused touching herself and caressing her beautiful long hair over her entire body. After about ten minutes of stroking her hair and fingering herself, Susan reached without looking into her nightstand drawer and pulled out her vibrator to finish the job. Most times this took about five minutes or so, but not tonight. Susan turned on the switch and went to work. She took her vibrator in her right hand and slowly worked her toy around her entire clit. In less than one minute Susan climaxed while practically screaming out Pam’s name in ecstasy. When she was finally finished, Susan was laying in her bed in a pool of sweat, her heart racing, her breathing almost sounding like panting, her hair was spread out all over the bed. Susan finally got up out of bed after her heart rate slowed down and her breathing was more regular to change the sheets on her bed. Before doing so Susan braided her hair in that loose bedtime braid once again. As she was changing her sheets, Susan thought to herself, “I’ve never jerked off like that before, and to another woman no less , But I can’t get Pam out of my mind, she is so beautiful.” Susan got all the sheets tucked back in and crawled in to bed. This time sleep overtook her within two minutes and she slept like a log for the rest of the night.

As the weeks went by, and fall was in full swing over upstate New York, Susan was starting to get used to the Thursday night sessions. She was now able to wake early on Thursday morning to wash and dry her hair so it would be ready for the night class, but more important, ready for Pam. Susan considered actually wearing her hair down for the night class but though better against it. She thought it would just cause too many distractions as well as being more pressed for time during the night classes. For the most part, the night class had gone pretty well Susan thought, everyone seemed to be understanding the material, and the amount that had to be covered in the one session was covered. There had even a couple of times that Susan was able to let the class out a little early.

During this time, Pam Danmeyer showed up to class regularly. Susan thought her work was pretty good around, somewhere in the 90 to 95 or A- range. Susan knew that was priority one because she was her student, but Susan also paid attention to what Pam was wearing and how she was wearing her hair. Like Susan, Pam always had her hair up in a bun. Susan took note of about five different bun styles Pam wore. These were styles for women with very long hair like Susan’s. Susan noticed Pam dressed fairly well, around middle income she thought. Pam would wear jeans or slacks with a sweater considering the weather was changing in upstate New York.

Shortly after mid-term exams Susan began to notice a drop off in Pam’s quality of work. This concerned Susan to the point where she needed to have a one on one discussion with Pam about the quality of her work and how it was going to impact her grade for the semester. Susan sent Pam an e-mail saying we need to go over growing inconsistencies with your work. Susan sent that e-mail on a Friday stating what days and times were open on her schedule to meet with Pam to discuss her recent performance. Pam responded back saying Tuesday afternoon around 1:00 would be fine. She said that she could get away at lunch for an extra hour that day from her job. Susan sent a follow up e-mail instructing Pam to meet with her in her office at 1:00 on Tuesday.

As 1:00 approached, Susan was sitting at her desk mapping out final lesson plans for the few remaining weeks left in the semester. She was trying her hardest not to let feelings for Pam wash over her considering this was going to be the first time the two will be alone in the same room. One again Susan’s palms were starting to sweat and her heart rate was rising. She tried all she could do to suppress these feelings when she was interrupted by a knock on her door. It was Pam, right on time for the meeting. “Come in Pam.” Susan said. Pam was wearing black jeans, black leather boots, and a black leather jacket with a blue sweatshirt on underneath. Pam was wearing her hair different though. It was braided and tied up in the back at least 3 or 4 times. Her braids still reached halfway down her back even after being tied up all those times. “Thank you for seeing me Professor Blanton,” Pam said, “I know my school work hasn’t exactly been up to par lately, I’ve had a lot going on.” Susan answered back, “Well Pam, it’s not like you don’t know what’s going on with the subject matter because clearly you do. It’s just that lately, your work has just shown a general lack of concentration. Some of the mistakes I’ve seen are very simple, correctible ones. Look, this doesn’t mean you’re going to fail or anything like that, it’s just taking you’re A work and turning it into B work.” Susan paused, “I just hate that happening to a potential A student even though you’re probably just taking this class to fulfill a job requirement.”Pam sighed slightly and dropped her head a little. “Yeah I know I haven’t quite given this the attention I should be giving it,” Pam responded, “I mean you’re exactly right Professor, this class is part of the job requirement, and a good grade here will go a long way toward favorable reviews and potential promotions.” Susan then responded, “First of all Pam, just call me Susan, that Professor title is for the younger kids. I mean, without getting too personal, is there something that’s bothering you that you want to talk about?” “Well,” Pam started, “okay, it’s time to come clean.” Pam began by telling Susan that two weeks ago was the one year anniversary of losing her husband in the Iraq war. For Staff Sgt. Gerald Danmeyer of the 2nd Infintry Division based out of Fort Drum, NY, it was his second tour of Duty in Iraq. Pam than went on to say that the way it was explained to her on that gut-wrenching day when two uniformed officers showed up at her work to deliver the bad news, was that her husband’s supply convoy was hit by a roadside bomb, or IED as referred to by the military. For Sgt. Gerald Danmeyer, it was just 10 days shy of his tour ending and his full discharge. Pam went on further to say that her husband could have stayed stateside and taken a desk job. But Gerald volunteered for a second tour. Pam at first did not agree, but was reminded by Gerald of that day on 11 Sept. 2001, when at 9:20 AM, he received a call from his brother, an investment banker who along with his co-workers were trapped in their office on the 97th floor of the North Tower of the World Trade Center. His last words to Gerald were, “Jerry, make them pay for this! Don’t let us die in vain! I love you man!”

Susan was floored. Her first emotion of listening to Pam’s story was anger. The Iraq War. The three words that most ratchet up Susan’s anger. Most likely a by-product of her mother’s influence and her Berkley upbringing. But as Pam went on, Susan felt compassion for her plight, and possibly gained some sense of understanding of exactly what’s going on. She still disagreed with the war in principle, but gained a perspective she had never felt before. “Oh my God Pam, I had no idea,” Susan said. “But, do you mind if I ask you something? Again if I’m getting too personal just let me know. I see you still have your wedding ring on. Do you think that helps you or do you feel you need it for security?” Pam felt a few tears begin to well up in her eyes. “I’m not sure,” Pam paused while trying to keep her composure, “Part of me wants to move on, but it’s so hard Susan,” her voice beginning to crackle, “I don’t want to be alone, but I’m afraid of making a huge commitment all over again.” Susan sprung up from her desk, grabbed a tissue and gave it to Pam. “I’m so sorry Pam,” Susan said. “I’ve never met your husband, but from what you’ve told me and what I’m guessing, he was committed to both you and his country. It sounds to me that he lived his life always wanting to do what was best for both you and his country. It sounds to me like he wants you to live your life the best you possibly can.” Pam got up and gave Susan a big hug while starting to cry, “Thank you Susan! Thank you ! You don’t know how much I needed to hear that!” Susan was completely overwhelmed by emotion. Her body both tingled all over and went numb at the same time while hugging Pam. Susan couldn’t help but to stroke Pam’s braided arrangement with her hands. Her braids felt like woven silk to Susan bringing her to the point of complete ecstasy. The scent of Pam’s perfume and body wash completely engulfed Susan to the point she wanted to rip Pam’s clothes off, take down both hers and Pam’s hair and make love on the desk. Susan had to use every ounce of restraint to not seduce her student in her office. This was school property after all and those in charge didn’t take kindly to a teacher and a student, even an adult one, having sex in an office. Once done with what seemed like an eternal hug, Pam regained her composure, thanked Susan again and asked her, “Susan, could I call you and get together with you once the semester is over? I know it sounds a little forward but you are the only one I’ve been able to talk to about this and you have no idea how much this helped me out.” Susan smiled, still quivering from their embrace and trying to keep the flood of emotions from overtaking her, got herself back together and answered Pam. “I would really like that Pam. But you know we got 4 weeks left in the semester. You got to get this thing turned around, and you know you can do it. Remember I’m still your teacher the next 4 weeks. After that, I would love to get together. So you know what you have to do for you.” “You’re right Susan,” Pam said, “I’ve got to get this done first.” Pam smiled and thanked Susan again just for listening. As Pam left Susan’s office, she couldn’t help but look at Pam’s beautiful braided arrangement, and yearned to see what her hair would look like completely down. After her class sessions, Susan rushed home, practically sprinting up to her bedroom, reaching for her favorite toy and went to work on herself. The feel of Pam’s braid and her perfume and body wash scents and the feel of her embrace brought Susan to orgasm within minutes. She had indeed fallen for Pam.

The last 4 weeks were rather routine. The lake effect snow machine of upstate New York was officially open for business. 26 consecutive days of measurable snowfall and almost a complete absence of sunlight graced the Genesee Valley landscape as is often the case this time of year. For Susan, this meant a generous amount of conditioner in her bi-weekly shampoos. This was to guard against the dry relative humidity, and unforgiving wind blowing off Lake Ontario. Susan’s first night class ever went very well for the most part. Only a couple of students were on the bubble of passing or failing. Susan was checking Pam’s work a little more carefully for both academic and personal reasons. Her lack of concentration she had showed earlier seemed to go away. She was returning to the A student form Susan was looking for.

The end of the semester brought with it final exams. During finals, graduate assistants give out the tests while the professors are all in year ending conferences. Susan hated these meetings partly because she and her department head never saw eye-to-eye, and her fellow colleagues kept badgering her to let her hair down for once. Susan politely refused. The night classes’ final was moved up an hour to 6 PM on the final Thursday of the school semester. Many students had to make arrangements to leave work early for this including Pam. Susan was to still be in meetings on the other side of the campus Thursday afternoon and evening so her chances of seeing Pam coming out after finals would be remote at best. She wanted to see Pam after the final, first to see how she made out, but more importantly, ask her out because she was no longer her instructor. During her final meeting of the semester with entire department, Susan seemed distracted, often checking her watch. “Got a heavy date Susan?” Teresa Crawford the department head said to Susan as she seemed to be checking her watch by the minute. “Sorry Teresa, I just had some last minute Christmas cards to mail out,” Susan said. “I’m sure that they’ll get to where they have to get to Susan, answered Teresa, “but I’m pretty much done with your assessments, so you can go now.” “Thanks Teresa, see you in a couple of weeks.” Susan saying while grabbing her coat and nearly sprinting out of the conference room. Susan had to make her way across campus to the classroom where Pam was taking her final. As Susan made her way upstairs to the room, she peeked her head inside the door to look for Pam, but she didn’t see her. Susan then a heard a voice from behind, “Hi Susan.” It was Pam, looking as radiant and stunning as ever. Susan smiled and asked Pam, “So, how do you think it went?” Pam slowly nodded and responded “I’m pretty sure I aced it. If I did, I would be right in line for the department head’s promotion at work, and I have you to thank for it Susan.” “It was all you Pam,” Susan said, “you were the one who did the work. The only thing I did was what they pay me to do, teach and be there for my students.” Susan paused for a moment, “Say Pam, I haven’t had dinner yet. Would you like to go to Finnegan’s for a bite to eat?” Pam’s smile became even wider and more beautiful. “I would really like that Susan, I’m starving.” The two women left the building and headed out for what was to be their unforgettable night together.

Susan and Pam got a corner booth away from everyone else because the dinner rush had wound down. The two started their evening with a bottle of white wine which loosened up both of them and ultimately brought the conversation to the subject of their hair. Pam started first. “You know Susan, I have a confession, ever since the start of the semester when I first saw you, I’ve been dying to see what your hair looks like completely down. It looks so thick and lustrous.” Susan was getting that washed over feeling again, and her body was starting to shake and quiver. “Oh my God Pam, same here.” Susan tried to keep her composure. “When I would walk around the room and I came upon your part of the room, I would take a little extra time and try to follow the arrangement of your bun so I could try to guess how long your hair was.” Pam smiled and said, “I made a promise to Gerry years ago never to cut my hair, and I’m not about to start now.” Pam continued, “What about you Susan? What’s your inspiration for having long hair?” “My mother had hair down to her knees. I loved it. I always wanted to brush and comb it. I also saw Crystal Gayle on TV one night and I was completely spellbound by her hair and thought to myself ‘I’m going to have hair like that one day.’ So that’s what inspired me,” Susan explained. There was a brief pause and then Susan said to Pam, “You know I only live 3 blocks away on Park Ave. We could go back to my place and let our hair down so to speak” Pam responded, “I would love that Susan.” Just then Susan felt Pam’s leg rubbing up and down on Susan’s prompting an oh my god to come out under Susan’s breath. Susan than reached for and held both of Pam’s hands with both of hers while the two were also playing footsies in the restaurant. “I think we better get the check before we lose control.” Pam whispered to Susan. Susan, breathing heavily and her voice cracking, “You’re right.” The two left the restaurant holding hands.

The two ladies arrived at Susan’s townhouse where Pam noticed the two giant fans pointing upward toward Susan’s desk. “Is that how you dry your hair Susan?” Pam asked with her mouth wide open. “Yup,” Susan nodded and smiled, “That’s how I do it.” “Wow, I can’t wait to see this.” Pam said enthusiastically. Susan walked toward the stairs, “I’m going to change real quick and slip into something a little more comfortable.” Susan smiled and winked to Pam. “I’ve got some more of that Pinot Grigio in the fridge and the glasses are in the left cabinet by the stove. Do you want to pour a couple of glasses Pam?” “You got it Susan, just don’t let your hair down in the bedroom. I want to do it.” Pam playfully smiled. “Okay,” Susan replied, “as long as I can take yours down too.” “Deal,” Pam nodded. With that Susan practically floated up the stairs toward the bedroom to put on something not only more comfortable but seductive as well. As Susan was changing Pam was well into her fourth glass of wine. This was pretty much to the point of all bets are off for Pam. Only one other time had Pamela Danmeyer been with another woman. It was in college. Her and one of her roommates got a bottle of wine, drank it, and became increasingly curious of the other’s anatomy. Pam also remembered that the girl wanted Pam to wrap her then thigh-length hair around them while the two made love. That ended up being just a one night fling. Pam brought out both glasses and the bottle of wine into Susan’s living room. Pam topped her glass off again bringing her very close to the point of feeling no pain. As she looked around at Susan’s living room, Pam noticed a picture of Susan. It was with her hair down. Pam stared at it and studied it. She was right, Susan’s hair was incredibly thick and lustrous, but Pam couldn’t tell how long it was. The picture stopped At Susan’s midsection.

Just then, Pam heard Susan clearing her throat. Pam turned around to see Susan wearing a white satin bathrobe covering up something naughty no doubt. Susan’s hair was still up in her massive bun she had been wearing all day. She walked over to the coffee table where Pam had the wine. Susan grabbed her glass, took a large gulp of wine, put down the glass and said to Pam with a devilish smile, “Showtime!” Pam skipped over to Susan. “Me first,” she said little girlishly. “Okay, I guess I have to be a good host,” Susan said, “take ‘r down.” Pam paused for a split-second indecisive where to start. She then settled on the top pin. Pam very slowly pulled the top pin wanting to enjoy every last possible second. She removed the first one with very little movement. Then she slowly removed Susan’s next pin and saw her massive pile starting to move. On the third pin, Pam was gasping as Susan’s hair was starting to unwind. “Uuuhhh! Oh my God!” Pam could barely get out. Pam’s heart was beating furiously, and her palms were sweating. On the last pin Pam saw an incredible torrent of thick wavy brown hair seemingly engulf Susan. Pam was awestruck as Susan began swinging around her incredible ankle length mane to try to get out any potential tangles. “So what do you think Pam?” Susan asked, “Is this how you pictured my hair?’ Susan then spun around as her beautiful hair followed. When she stopped her hair was still going. “Now you know why I don’t wear my hair down at school,” Susan continued, “it might be a little hard for the students to concentrate.” Pam was still speechless “Oh my God Susan! It’s unbelievable!” That was about as much as Pam could get out as she reached over to begin stroking her phenomenal locks. “Now it’s my turn Pam,” Susan smiled, “And now the mystery will be revealed.” “I think you might be surprised Susan, be ready.” Pam half-warned Susan. “Oh, bring it on, I’m ready,” Susan assured Pam. Pam’s hair was a complex updo with many smaller pins holding up her gigantic bun. For Susan it looked like a puzzle. She wanted to pull the right pins so it would slowly come down. Susan started on the top pulling the first few pins with some sections of her hair starting to come loose. She then removed a couple of pins on the side sending down a thick section reaching Pam’s waist and coming back up to her unwinding pile. “Holy shit!” Susan gasped as she realized that Pam’s hair is even longer. “Oh my God, Pam! Are you kidding me?!” Susan exclaimed. “You’re not done yet Susan, Pam playfully said. Susan continued removing pins sending down an unbelievable stream of thick, straight golden brown silk that Susan and Pam both had to unwind. When it was all down, Susan picked up all of Pam’s fantastic long hair, lifted it up putting one hand on about where it was ankle length, and putting the other about six inches from where it finally came to rest, which was a difference of about two feet. “Oh my God Pam! It must be eight feet long!” Susan cried out. “Almost,” Pam smiled, “94 inches was the last time I measured.”

The two beautiful long haired women paused as each were completely entranced by the other’s phenomenal tresses. After about two minutes of each woman stroking and caressing the other’s incredible hair, Susan and Pam both simultaneously dropped each other’s hair and started kissing each other. The two were groping each other as well feeling each others breasts and crotch area as well. Pam removed Susan’s bathrobe which revealed the bra and panties Susan was saving for Pam after their hair show. Susan stopped kissing and groping for a moment, “I’ve been a bad host Pam. I haven’t shown you the bedroom yet. Do you want the first-class tour?” “Oh and how! I want you Susan! I want you right now!” Pam cried out. Susan and Pam went upstairs toward the bedroom where their incredible night of passion awaited them. Susan was helping Pam as the two were ripping Pam’s clothes off, but being careful not to get Pam’s hair tangled up in her clothing. Susan took Pam onto the bed where they resumed kissing and fondling each other’s hair, breasts, and vagina. After a while of kissing and groping, Susan laid Pam down on her back as Susan slowly removed Pam’s bra and panties. Susan kissed Pam’s lips a couple of times and then started down her thin, yet well-toned body. Susan kissed and sucked Pam’s neck and ear prompting Pam to shake and laugh while that gave her goosebumps. Pam both laughed and moaned while Susan worked her way down to Pam’s breasts. They were beautifully rounded 32Cs with large round nipples. Susan kissed, fondled and gently sucked on Pam’s nipples making Pam’s moans now louder. All the while Pam was playing with Susan’s hair, whether caressing it, or picking it all up and dropping it on her head and body while Susan was kissing and fondling Pam’s breasts. After ten minutes or so Susan started moving down toward Pam’s vagina. On the way Susan kissed Pam’s stomach every inch of the way down. Pam was now taking Susan’s hair and spreading it all around her torso. Pam was caressing her breasts with Susan’s hair prompting Pam to cry out, “Oh Susan! Oh this hair’s unbelievable, this feels so good!” Right then Susan got down to Pam’s pussy. Pam was shaven but left a small patch near the top. Susan opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and went to work. Within seconds, Susan found Pam’s “hot zone” turning Pam’s moaning into screaming, “OH YES SUSAN! OH MY GOD SUSAN! YEAH RIGHT THERE! OHH! OHHHH! YEAHHHH! Pam had come in not even a minute. “Oh, we’re just getting started.” Susan whispered to Pam as she made her way back up to Pam’s mouth as the two French kissed for a couple of minutes. Pam then reached around, moved all of Susan’s hair aside and unbuckled Susan’s bra strap. Pam was delighted to see all of Susan’s wonderful voluptuous 38DD breasts. “Now it’s the student teaching the teacher, Professor.” Pam playfully said as she laid Susan down on her back, moving her incredible mass of thick brown hair off to the side. Pam picked up all of her beautiful golden brown mane and let it fall over her and Susan as Pam began kissing Susan’s face and neck. Susan and Pam both removed the final piece of clothing, Susan’s panties. Pam then worked her way down to Susan’s fantastic breasts. Pam swirled her tongue over each boob coming to rest at the top of Susan’s nipples. Susan reached for some of Pam’s tresses and began laying her hair down over Susan’s increasingly wet pussy. Susan couldn’t remember the last time someone played with her tits that was this gentle yet so erotic. For Susan, this was it. This was what she had dreamed of since first seeing Pam in September. Pam worked her way down Susan’s body a lot more deliberate. Pam detoured to Susan’s feet and began kissing and caressing them. This made Susan giggle like a school girl. “OH WOW PAM! OH THIS IS GREAT! Susan stopped and got up. “Now, time to go into the toy box, hee-hee.” Susan giggled while Pam’s curiosity was peeking. Susan pulled out a two-sided dildo measuring at least twenty-two inches long. “Whoa! There’s the beef!” Pam jokingly said. Susan jumped on the bed and came toward Pam. “Are you ready to get your world rocked Pam, because I’m going to fuck you in half!” “Oh yeah,” Pam said almost panting, “Let’s Rock!” Since Susan’s bed was wedged in a corner, Susan propped herself up against the headboard, while Pam laid opposite her against the wall. Their pussies were right up next to each other ready for action. Susan and Pam both began loobing up the dildo by sucking on each side of it. Susan began by first playing with Pam’s clit, locating her hot spot and arousing her. Susan then rammed the dildo inside of Pam prompting an erotic scream. Susan then placed her end in knowing exactly what to do. The two began rhythmically gyrating up and down each bringing moans from the both of them. It became harder and faster like a freight train gaining speed. The moans turned into screams as Susan and Pam were reaching a higher crescendo, screaming louder, until the two erupted like a volcano after years of dormancy. When they reached their summits of ecstasy, Susan and Pam both dropped backwards in the bed as if being punched by a boxer. Both women, breathing heavily, still moaning from the most incredible sex they’ve ever had struggled to sit up. Both women started laughing and hugging each other almost still not believing what had just happened. “Oh Susan, I can’t remember ever coming so good, that was the best.” Susan answered, “Wow Pam, that was killer. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to have orgasms like that ever again.” “So does that mean you mean you want to go some more?” Pam asked. “My calendar is free, school’s out, I can sleep in as late as I want.” Susan gleefully said. “Good,’ said Pam, “Because the night’s still young and I’m still horny.” With that the two beautiful long haired women resumed their love making until the wee hours of the morning finally tiring out around dawn. As sleep was about to overtake Susan Blanton, she felt the beautiful golden brown silk of Pam’s hair one last time for the evening and thought to herself, “Hmm, maybe that night class was a good thing after all.”