Justin Jefferson Hair Novels & Stories

It was still warm, shielding her from the frigid air. “Don’t worry. I’m right here,” Justin said gently, reaching out to pat her head. Her hair was as silky and smooth as he remembered. The last time he had touched it was five years ago. Haley pulled away immediately, annoyed by the intrusion. Justin didn’t let go fast enough, and a strand of her hair got caught in his fingers. “It’s a little messy. Hold still, and I’ll fix it,” he said softly, his voice full of tenderness.

~KAHLAN AND JUSTIN~ I was ready for school in no time. Breakfast was light. I didn’t put on makeup and I had my wavy brown hair up in a bun. Justin dressed in the same dark blue jeans and white T-shirt he had yesterday. He suffered severely from bed head, his mix of light and dark brown hair sticking up in odd places. “Do you want to just ride with me?” I asked Justin as I locked the door to my town home, my back facing him. He stood tall at the edge of the porch, breathing in the morning air. He chuckled.

I smiled warmly as I looked at his beautiful face. Justin was such a beautiful child. He was a bit tall for his age and he was so fair, with smooth creamy skin like his.. Father. When I gave birth to him I'd been shocked when I saw that he was almost as fair as a baby albino. But now, the complexion was mild. Making him such a fine kid. The haircut reminded me of his father. Justin had super soft curls on top of his head, the sides were cut shorter than the middle, making him look so much like his dad. I smiled sadly as I remembered his father.

“He hates the hair.” Justice studied it. “You were not born with that bright hair, correct? I like it but I have never seen that color before and I have seen a lot of people since we were freed.” “It’s straight from a bottle. It’s not the color he objects to but he does miss seeing it a lot less colorful. It’s the length he hates the most. I refused to cut it after an especially bad haircut when I was sixteen that made me look like a boy and it was days before my

Adrian walked towards them casually and his eyes fell on Justin "What happened to his hair?" His voice was cold and serious as his eyes shifted towards Carolina "Why so serious? Doesn't he look like you?" Ashley said looking at Justin who had the same slick back hairstyle as Adrian, only that he had one of Carolina's hair clips on him. "Take it out" he said and Justin turned to look at Adrian, expressionlessly. "Why?" Ashley got up with a soft laugh "I said take it out! Now!" He raised his voice and walked away.

she said to herself as she left to meet Justin. Justin's house wasn't as outré as she'd been expecting. In fact it looked like a fairly standard modern home. Justin himself was also a disappointment. He was of average height, in his forties and grossly overweight with several chins and a huge bulging belly hanging over his over-tight jeans. His eyes were beady and his ears protuberant. However he did have long unruly greying hair and a beautiful deep voice so maybe there was an air of the bohemian actor about him.

It was making my dick hard. I had to keep reminding myself that she was healing from a head trauma and didn’t need to be molested tonight. “Ready?” I asked as she looked at herself in the mirror. “Yeah, as good as it will get.” She found a hair tie and pulled her hair into a ponytail. “I assume I own Justina a thank you for making sure my hair isn’t a bird’s nest?” “My mom actually.” I laughed. “Justina’s stomach was too big to allow her to do it properly.”

The third friend says, I still do not know his name, I think I should ask. “That’s fine, I can just buy her one,” Rob says nonchalantly, causing his friend to shrug. “I did not quite catch your name,” I say to him and he blushes. Why are they all behaving like I am a superstar or something? “I’m Jeff,” He says as he runs his hand through his pink-colored hair, which he must have obviously dyed. It looks good on him, and I am a bit inspired to maybe do my own hair like that in the near future.

Yesr was born with white, almost close to silver hair and because of it, she always felt like a freak in her family. No one in her family had different coloured hair but her. She had always wanted to diy it black so she could at least try to fit in but never did. She washed her face and pressed her thumb to her eyebrows to straighten them which were the same colour as the hair on her head and the lashes on her eyes. After she washed up, she slowly went down and into the kitchen and found Justin at the counter making some egg salad. "Good morning!" She greeted him and gasped in shock when he turned around to meet her eyes. His face was red and his eyes were teary, red and swollen.