Justin Jefferson Hair Novels & Stories

~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.

“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.

And it suits his body completely, making him look…honestly, almost a little unreal, unnaturally perfect. But the real coup is his hair. Jackson has always had a longish, shaggy mess of hair that really worked for his brutal, controlled-ferocity sort of vibe. But some genius has transformed that into a style, cropping Jackson’s hair closer on the sides and trimming the ends so that they’re more even. Now his hair falls into his face in a soft curtain of silky brown, and he just looks… God, he looks like I want to jump him right now. But if Jackson notices the effect his new appearance has on me, he doesn’t let me see it, instead quickly surveying the room and realizing that something is wrong

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.

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.

The last book I read before coming to Cole's house mentioned the god and I had been inspired. Speaking of, its weird being in my room after so long. Justin brought all his things, but I think his house is much bigger. Considering he knocked half of the bathroom over when he was getting ready. My hair, took the longest by far. I had done it, the curls are at their finest and shiny as fudge! My 3b hair type has never been so voluminous and shiny at the same time. "Okay! Let's go see my boyfriend kick some Crown ass!"

He declared. Truth is I have been admiring his hair while we talk, but I never knew that he would notice me staring at his hair. I turn around and face Jefferson. Since no cab has stopped for me to enter….. I still felt that it was a nice idea for me to quickly feel the texture of his hair. I stretched my hand forward, and I also did the same thing to my feet, because he's taller than me. I touched his hair and started caressing it gently. Jefferson's long black is soft like that of a newborn baby, and it seems smooth beneath my palm.

“I didn’t even hear him cry.” “I got him before he could sound off, I thought…well, considering what happened this afternoon…” he shrugs. “I like your hair.” “Oh,” I self-consciously touch my much shorter hair. By the time we were done with the oaths, it looked like a mouse had been at my head. I didn’t care, but when Justine saw me, she almost burst into tears, so she insisted on cutting it for me. “It feels weird.” Kane nods. “Did you save the hair? Because you know it’s going to happen again.”

Justin's free hand tangled in her blonde hair, guiding her without looking down. Beside him, Jefferson dominated the other side of the bed. The man was a wall of muscle, shirtless and gleaming with sweat, his jet black skin taut over broad shoulders and a chiseled chest dusted with coarse hair. His jeans were shoved down, exposing his massive cock—long, fat, and veined, easily twice the girth of Justin's. It throbbed in the air before another girl, even tinier, with dark hair and wide eyes, latched onto it. She could barely wrap her lips around the head, her mouth stretching wide as she slurped greedily, tongue flicking at the underside. Jefferson's large hand cupped the back of her head, no