Fnf Gf Hair Novels & Stories

I say, shocked. “Just…” Daniel continues, his voice low and unbelieving. I turn to look him, my eyes as wide as saucers. “Did your dad just smack my ass?” A few hours later, Fiona is putting the finishing touches on my hair. I groan a little as she pins the last piece into place, finishing it off with some hairspray. My entire scalp hurts, each strand of hair having been combed and tugged and curled and pinned and sprayed. The hairdo is a triumph, of course. It’s so elaborately curled and swept up delicately off my shoulders that I look like I could be getting married.

“Not great. My hair gets too stiff afterwards and it’s a hassle to wash it out.” I smiled at how endearing she was right now. She’d put her very thin, very white hair at risk just to learn how to do my edges, that was admirable. She was willing to have patchy front hair just so she learnt how to do my edges. “This hair gel is too strong for your type of hair. It’s too thin and you could end up with hair loss.” Her eyelids dilated at my words. “Really?” I nodded. “It’s made for people with kinky hair.” I looked in the mirror and observed my edges. “Well, it looks like you’re an expert now, so you don’t need to torture your hair any longer.”

The boys had full heads of hair, it was a pain in the ass to cut it all the time because it fell in their eyes, but it grew like weed on their heads- Kaitlyn’s didn’t, but she had the most beautiful ash-blonde color with caramel highlights that sparkled under the sun.

I'm just not comfortable with the subject. After the makeup, they also styled my hair. Carl chose a sleek low bun for me. He gathered my hair at the back of my neck and twisted it into a neat bun, securing it with pins. He left a few strands loose to frame my face. This style is elegant and keeps my hair tidy for the family dinner.

After a cool shower, I changed into a pair of black ripped jeans, a white tank top and a pair of black converse shoes. My hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and my face was bare of makeup except a coat of clear gloss on my lips. The outfit really complimented my silver hair that I had dyed back in Alpha Aaron's pack. I really liked the entire look. I headed down to the kitchen where I heard unfamiliar voices coming from where I was heading to. Curious, I peeped over the door to see three beautiful girls, one of whom was Gwen and the other two were probably her friends.

She gathered up all her thick masses of hair in two hands. With her long, slender fingers, she grabbed a double handful and tossed it over my face. Moving down my body, she dragged her hair over my chest, my stomach, my groin, and down my legs. And back again. It was an incredible feeling - so soft, so luxurious, so sensual. Her hair, her gorgeous long thick platinum blonde hair was her instrument of giving pleasure, all for me. Sweeping over and across my bare skin, her hair was alive, heavy, thick.

Her silver-streaked hair was twisted into a flawless bun. “Is this your girlfriend you spoke about?” she asked Rob like I was invisible. “Yes,” he answered without hesitation. What the fuck? He told her we were a couple? “She is very gorgeous. I’m Liana,” she finally turned to address me. “Bianca,” I said as politely as I could, still stewing from my dream. “She does not want to cut her hair. Is there something else we can do?” Rob asked. “Her hair is beautiful. I would not cut it. Three A texture. Long, curly, and healthy. We could silk press it or give her bigger curls, something vintage like the nineties,” Liana said, visibly excited.