Naomi by TW Bondi

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The first time I laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one. Naomi had my heart since middle school. Our mothers were colleagues, and had always loved the idea of their kids together. And boy oh boy was I thrilled to hear that we'd be going to the same high school too! By freshman year, I had finally mustered up the courage to ask Naomi out, and after a few movie-dates, we were "officially" dating. We're both in college now, and we've been together ever since. I've never been with another girl. She was my first everything. The first time we made love, I knew I didn't want that connection with anybody else. And that feeling was reciprocated.

I've always been on the athletic-side. If I'm not with Naomi, I'm on the soccer field or working out. I'm about 6'1, pretty muscular, hazel-eyed, and have always sported medium-lengthed dark brown messy curls. Never thought much of my hair, just kind of let it do its thing. My pops buzzed it down to a 4 once when I was ten, and my mom cried. He said I had the hairline for it, but I hated it. But the majority of my life, I've just been digging the shag. Whenever I need a trim, I just have Naomi do it. Her dad was a Lt. and taught her a thing or two about haircutting. Growing up with 5 brothers, grooming was never really a priority for me. My happy trail has always been pretty thick ever since I can remember, but Naomi says it defines my abs even more. I have some light hair on my chest and thick hair under my arms. I lightly trim my manhood every 2-3 months--I guess you could say I like a natural look. Naomi has always said she loved how virile and masculine I am. She says it makes her feel more of a woman in bed. The girl can hardly keep her hands off me--and it drives me crazy!

But the purpose of this story is to illustrate the most nerve-wracking, spontaneous, and erotic transformation of my life.

It was about two months ago. I was laying in bed after an intense three hour practice on campus--I was captain of my college's varsity team. Nothing beats a nice hot shower and getting into bed on a Friday. I had been living with Naomi for the past six months. To help with school, she worked late shifts at the local bowling alley. She got home at around midnight, took a shower, and hopped into bed with me to watch a movie. About halfway through Trainspotting, she grabs the remote, turns off the tv, and straddles me. This was the usual manner of things. We kissed passionately, her hands rubbing all over my naked chest. All it takes for me to get "ready" is a single kiss from her. Anywhere, anytime. That's how much she turns me on. Naomi loves running her fingers through my hair at the back of my nape. It sends chills down my spine. When we make love, she grabs onto it for dear life right before she collapses. But this time was different. It never got to that point that night. She stopped, and brushed my locks back from my forehead, examining me. "What is it babe?" I asked. "You have such a sexy face, it's a shame I never get to appreciate all of it. Your hairline is incredible" she replies. "Haha, that's exactly what my pops thought when I was a kid. He grabbed me by the ears once and buzzed it all off. Said it would help me score more goals, much better than a girly headband", I explained, jokingly. Naomi got the most erotic look in her eyes after hearing this anecdote. "I want to see you with short hair. Soon. I think you'd look really sexy", she said, as she proceeded to kiss me. I didn't think much of it. We decided to go to sleep.

I woke up the next day with kisses from my love. I had a big match today against FSU. She pulled the covers off of me, revealing my toned abs and embarrassingly low grey sweatpants. "How is my caveman today?" she said and she ran her fingers through my peeping bush. That drove me wild, and I instantly rose to attention. She brought me coffee, and went about her routine as I did mine. I wouldn't see her until tonight, after my game.

We ended up winning the game. I scored 2 goals and secured our place in the nationals. I was beyond happy. My teammates were all going out, but I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was climb in bed and relax with my girl. They pleaded, and all offered to buy me rounds, so I finally gave in. We hadn't even showered, and I felt gross. I joined them for a few drinks, the alcohol soon numbed my joints. But my exhaustion got the better of me, so I turned in for an early night.

I got home at around 11pm, and saw Naomi had turned all the nights off. I thought she went to bed already, which disappointed me. But then, I walked into our bedroom to find her laying out on the our bed in full black lingerie. She looked like she had just walked out of my wildest fantasy. She stood and kissed me, taking my jersey off. "Babe I'm still sweaty, I didn't get a chance to sh..." she cut me off with her lips, pulled down my shorts and briefs, took me by my rod and lead me into the kitchen. She turned the lights on and there was a chair set up with a case that read "Wahl" on the table. I hadn't even noticed it when I walked in. "Sit down" she ordered, "You really turned me on with that story of yours last night. I love your hair baby, but I want to do something I've been fantasizing about for a while" she said as she unlocked the case and took a pair of scissors out. I was lock-jawed. There I was, naked, with nothing by my cleats on, at the mercy of this beautiful girl who had my heart. I was speechless, terrified, and oddly aroused. She straddled me, nibbled my ear and whispered, "Be a good boy, and I'll reward you later. I know you want this as bad as I do. Trust me baby". I nodded, and she stood up, positioning herself behind me. She began cutting off chunks of my curls, the dark hair raining down all over the floor and my naked body. This went on for a good ten minutes. I was loving it, surprisingly, and she could tell. She then stopped and unlocked the case again. I hear a few snapping and clicking noises, then the sound of electric clippers coming to life. I felt like I was gonna explode right then and there. She whispered into my ear from behind me, "I'm gonna make you into a man baby. I'm gonna buzz you down until I'm satisfied". Without warning, I felt the cold steel at the bottom of my nape run up the backside of my head. Even more hair rained down, and I could feel the air from the ceiling fan on the back of my need. She ran the clippers all over the sides too. "I'm giving you a #3 fade with a #1 on the back and sides", she said, with me having no idea what that meant. She buzzed off the hair on top of my head, and turned off the clippers to change guards. She started buzzing back and sides again, and I couldn't help but begin to relieve myself. She noticed this and slapped me, "Stop! I get to decide when that happens." She turned off the clippers for a third time and I couldn't tell if she placed a guard on again. She started at the base where my sideburns used to be, then went on to my nape. She was buzzing me down to the bone! "Don't worry baby," she said as she noticed me shaking, "I'm just fading it down to a 0". A 0??!!! That was the shortest I'd even gone. I couldn't believe this was happening. But the fetichist in me was happy it was. Finally, she turned off the clippers for the last time, and cleaned me up with a small razor. She stood me up, brushed me off with a towel and kissed me. We went up to the bedroom again, and she began to reward me as I had tried doing to myself. 30 seconds into it, she stopped and looked at me with a wicked grin, "Wait for me in the bathroom" she asked, as she went back into the kitchen. I did as I was told. She walked in carrying the clippers again. "In the spirit of trying new things, let's give you a much needed trim down there!". She grabbed me by my aroused manhood again, and dug the clippers into my thick bush. "I'm only using a #4, I know how you like your bush". The vibrations on my staff sent me over the edge, but she didn't mind and kept buzzing me. I think I had more hair down there than on my head! By the time she was finished, there was a pile of dense black hair on the floor in between us. She took off her lingerie and began rubbing my newly buzzed head. I looked at myself for the first time. Holy s**t! I looked hot. I didn't expect to like this look so much. She led me into the shower, and we both washed off the remaining hair that had collected all over us. She washed my body, and dried my off.

That night we had the most intense love-making experience of our relationship to date. She ran her fingers all over my nearly-bald sides and napes, which only inspired me to love her harder. There was no more hair for her to grab onto, but I could tell she was loving the change. She clawed at my back instead and pulled me in deeper. No more sweaty locks sticking to my face and annoying me. Just the clear figures of a man and a woman making love to each other. I felt even more like a man, if that's even possible. Every man should try this with his girl at least once. Ever since then, I let Naomi buzz me every 2 or 3 weeks. Right now, she's let me grow it out a bit on top, but she mentioned the other day she want's me to try out a horseshoe--I'm excited to see what happens!

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