Blonde Baller Novels & Stories

We met in undergraduate school and have been friend soul mates since. Often, we were the only two on campus that stood out because of our hair. Chelsea had long fiery red hair and I had long, curly golden hair. Because of it, we decided to make Marvel nicknames. I was the ‘Golden Assassin Girl’ and she was the ‘Red Fireball Girl’. Chelsea also had big blue enchanting eyes, pearly white teeth and a smile that could warm even the hardest of hearts. She was a lot taller than me as well. At five feet nine inches, she was heavily recruited for basketball and volleyball, but she was never interested in sports.

I shake her hand. Edelman plays for the Dallas Stars and has done for the last three years, he’s a mean center player and my opponent on the ice. They look nothing alike, for a start he has ice blonde hair, clear blue eyes and stands in around six-five. This woman, Valerie is tiny, red hair which I’m guessing is probably out of a bottle, striking as the color is. Personally, I prefer natural all the time. It tells me that a woman is confident with how she is naturally and that’s another thing I love about Immi. Her hair is a glossy chestnut-auburn color, and it hangs down her back like a waterfall. I love it best when I’m fisting it and pushing her head down on my cock.

It was so amusing to see how invested people were in this masquerade ball; it just made me even more excited to see what it was all about. Since I didn’t want much done to my hair, I opted to have it curled and a few segments of my hair braided to create a gentle halo across the back of my head. It was dainty but still elegant enough for a ball. Somehow, with the thickness of my hair, even with almost half of it braided and pinned, my hair still looked voluminous and flowy.

She reminds me of a china doll with her large blue eyes and peaches and cream complexion. Jade is just as gorgeous as I remember, with her short honey-colored hair and hazel eyes. She’s definitely the epitome of a ballerina with her slim body and graceful stride. Her partner Adrian came along with her. They’re both dressed similarly in black mesh tops, black leather pants, and black boots. They also turn out to be super friendly and fun.

When I am done, I start my makeup, I keep it light and natural, when I am done, I look at my mirror. It looks like I am not wearing makeup. When I am done, I put on deodorant. I stand up and I walk back to my closet, I pick up the midnight blue sleeveless ball gown, it has a diamond encrusted bodice that is fitted and then a skirt that flows out to the ground. “That gown is beautiful Luna,” Blake says from behind me.

Her brown hair was tied up in a tight bun with little to no makeup on her face. "Can I help you?" I asked as she looked at me up and down. "Mr. Violante says you need a dress for the ball." She said, "I’m here to assist you and make sure you get the right gown." "Oh, of course." My demeanour was instantly thawed. "It's nice to meet you. I’m Normani.”

9 tall, and was wearing jeans and a pink pullover. “Well, Nation, it's very nice to meet you. I think we can arrange that. I will need to speak with my husband about the ball, but I'm sure he will agree. We can invite several packs here, and I'm confident she will find her mate,” the next lady, Gold, with short black hair and hazel eyes, around 5.7 tall, and wearing jeans and a button-up blue shirt.

Kathy handed me a white ping-pong ball. “Nice to meet you, Luna. Let’s see what you got.” Eva looked like a beach barbie. The bleach waist long blonde straight hair made her tiny waist seem that much smaller. It was so small that I wondered if she didn’t have a rib or two removed. Maybe even had the doctors stretch her body out.

“Right! Everyone from my girl squad was there, we're all blonde now.” “Wow, that’s cool. Come, want some popcorn? I’m watching reruns of the Kardashians.” “Nah, I’m heading upstairs to try out this purple shampoo! Betsy said it will give my hair shine and even out the color.” “No brassy ends. She did a neat job sis.” Tanner walks downstairs. “Barbie in the house!” “Shut up Tanner!” “What’s in the bag?” Tanner looks in the plastic bag. “Purple shampoo! Now that’s more like it. Purple hair is cool, you can be in my famous band one day with that hair. I underestimated you sis.”

“Go on now.” I left the ballroom with more of a spring in my step. Blake Harrington might be a jerk, but his mother was more than I could ever have hoped for. *** *Blake* I paced the balcony, trying to shake Sandra Kingsley out of my mind. She wasn’t my type at all. Black hair, skinny… beautiful, of course, but just not my type. I preferred the standard blonde, buxom, and bubble-headed. Sandra was sharp, focused. Smart. Her skin was soft and pale, her lips a contrasting deep rose. With the black cascading hair, she could have been Snow White.