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I have a bit of a different interest then what other members are posting I have had a hair fetish along with a cigarette fetish for years, I often thought I was really different until I found the internet in 2003.

In the early 70s I was sent from a beach town in California to rural Kansas to work on a relatives ranch/farm, my Uncle from my mom’s side had lost his wife to some accident and he had taken up with a women probably for help on the farm, rather then love  I was told to call her Nancy or Aunt Nancy she had a daughter and 2 older sons but I never really found out if we where related by blood until much latter. Being sent to the farm was nothing I could argue or fight about I was 14 the first year I went my “Aunt Nancy” picked me up at the bus stop, the trip out on the bus was an adventure in itself.  Nancy took me out to the farmhouse we drove several back roads I never saw a stop light once we left the pavement. The house a huge old structure, I remember my mom saying they didn’t have electricity until recently and no indoor plumbing, (this was another parental exaggeration) the house had a large storm cellar, several barns and equipment sheds.

I had been living in a beach community where nobody cared if you went barefoot and shirtless, I was most at home in the water surfing and skin diving for abalone, my hair was longer and bleached by sun and salt  I looked forward to seeing this type of life but missed the ocean immensely and felt rather homesick. First thing Aunt Nancy did after I dropped my bags was insist I get a real haircut. She took me to her shop in the cellar she had a small salon with 2 chairs, 2 dryers and a captive audience she was the only beautician for miles around. There was no discussing, she caped me using a paper strip and threw a pink plastic cape over me, she sectioned my hair using big steel clips I felt ridiculous, she used clippers and gave me what she called a brush cut it was short neck and sides with a little length on top, As she ran the clippers over my neck and sides I could feel the blades slowing as they encountered thick hair it didn’t take long.  She spun the chair around, then she combed the top down it went past my eyes almost too my lips, she cut straight across, high on my forehead, I watched as 6 inches of sun bleached hair dropped in my lap. While I was getting sheared another women came in she was in her mid 20s and very glamorous looking for rural Kansas. Aunt Nancy introduced me I felt embarrassed and humiliated sitting in a pink cape, her name was Anne I was to call her Ms. Anne, Nancy motioned to her daughter Becky who was an apprentice too shampoo her, I hadn’t noticed Becky sitting in the back corner, I watched momentarily as she walked to the chair and was caped and shampooed, the place smelled of what I soon found out was perm lotion, perfume, hairspray and cigarettes, my first encounter soon ended and I found myself disappointed that I couldn’t stay here.

Nancy used a brush to wipe the hairs off my neck, despite the paper strip I had hairs stinging my back, She slapped some stinging product on my bare neck, I was husked off to be shown the area, my uncle picked me up out front and had me get in a truck the day seemed very long we drove around looking at all the workings of the farm and ranch at each location he explained what I would have to do it was overwhelming but interesting  I liked being outdoors soon my freshly sheared neck felt sunburned. By the time we got home Nancy had supper out we all ate and I was given the rest of the day off to put my clothes away, Becky said she would help, she was in a full head of curlers with a net tied over them, Nancy said Becky mind your hair but show him his place, we chatted briefly and I couldn’t help but feel attachment to her I was kind of scared, the sight of her hair in the rollers was very alien and exciting. I was shown to a room with 4 other bunks I was given the top bunk and a small dresser, I unpacked my hang ten shirts, my shorts, levis and keds. Becky said come I want to show you something she took me out back to a small shed where she had a table set up with some chairs a small transistor radio that didn’t pick up any stations or at least none that I was used too, she had books and magazines, and a package of cigarettes (Benson and Hedges) they where long and white very elegant looking she offered one to me and I said no I never, she lit up blowing out smoke and the match I was in awe!, she looked very mature smoking in rollers with a hair net on (she was 17) she asked me if I knew any movie stars from where I lived I said no, she showed me several pictures from her magazine, continuing to smoke just chatting away, I couldn’t stop looking at her rollers under the net, her hair shining through the smoke curling up near where she held the cigarette close to her right ear. I had never seen this in real life,  up close although at the time it wasn’t un popular to see a women going about in rollers (often with some remark from my mom or her friends about how they would never be caught outside) I asked her about the curlers and net she said oh this? my mom makes me practice on myself, sometimes she tries new styles on me she took a long drag and said “I hate it but what can you do?” She asked me to remove the net, suddenly I was aware of a tingling, I was nervous and fumbling snagging the net and pulled several of the rollers out she said uhoh now you’ve done It! teasing me she told me to re-roll  them back I grabbed the roller and made an attempt to place it, she said no you have to roll from the end showing me deftly using her hands, I tried the next one and got it right but it was loose, she said roll it tighter, I played with her hair enjoying it very much the color of her hair was spectacular honey blonde against a mesh roller, she said a lot of her moms clients tried to color there hair like hers but couldn’t. I was sexually excited and there was a spark in the air she kissed me saying your sweet I thought you would be all stuck up! Her kiss tasted of smoke her hair was sticky to touch and I was in heaven! 

PT 2: Life on the farm revolved around hard work I learned a lot and gained a valuable work ethic it also caused me tons of anguish about hair, Becky had become a demon she new that the rollers and her ever changing hairdos excited me, she began to tease me, she said it was ok if we kissed and if we did oral sex but we shouldn’t make love although I hadn’t ever made love up to this point I wasn’t about to admit it now, , I had heard a lot of talk back home sitting on the seawall about girls who put out. Becky said this just wasn’t right, as we where relatives and all. I had become unconcerned over the fact she was my distant if true cousin. Becky was tan with a kiss of freckles across her nose and shoulders she often wore jeans and a shirt tied at her belly button, when she was at work she wore a pink smock over her clothes she always smelled like hairspray and chemicals or cigarettes but underneath she wore a perfume I never knew the name of, she was tall with wonderful shaped breast that turned up her nipples pointing through her shirt , she had shoulder length bobbed hair that was incredible honey blonde color and because of her apprenticeship was always in morphing styles my favorites where the bouffants she was forced to endure for her mother. Every evening we would go on walks, TV hadn’t made it to the heartland or we would sit out by her shed listening to static country music on the radio, me longing to touch her rollers she would often let me and I liked it when she would smoke and I could push my palms into the rollers or gently touch her freshly sprayed hairdos, We had a lot of intense make-out sessions my little dick stiff in my jeans she would playfully rub it biting my ear, several times I spoiled my jockeys,  Her favorite hair style was a “That girl flip”  with-out the bangs which covered one eye the hair spray thick and stiff to the touch. On Friday nights we went to the movies a long drive in an old beat up 64 ford truck, the movie house was never full like at home and most of the movies I had never heard about, I remember the projection booth catching on fire once, the stoic farmers never moaning would get up and file out. In the movie Becky would hold my hand pretending I was her boyfriend her hair would be piled spectacularly on her head. There where boys around and several of them professed interest but Becky never seemed to be interested in them, I enjoyed this time almost as much as her hair!

One day after a long day in the field I had cleaned up getting ready for supper, Becky in the kitchen moving food around in her usual rollers and net helping set out food onto the table I could tell by her body language she was upset, When she came in with a plate of sandwiches I could tell why, her mother had cut and colored her hair black I looked at it dully wrapped on the small blue rollers. I looked on in shock it looked so different. Supper was quiet when uncle Bob trying to break the ice in his thoughtful farmer manner said something to Becky she just glared at her mother her Mother made a remark about manners. Supper was hushed the two farm hands out back laughing under the shade tree drinking beer.
I helped her clear dishes Bob retired to a chair listening to a radio, Aunt Nancy got in the wagon and drove off with a pot of food for a sick neighbor. Out at the shed I told her not to worry that it looked ok, she was concerned and a little morale support went a long way. Soon we where kissing again and I couldn’t help but put my palms against her rollers applying gentle pressure, I was very excited Becky was rubbing my jeans, she stopped and pulled a pack of Virgina Slim cigarettes out, for some reason these cigarettes where extra sexy, I watched while Becky lit up I loved the way she held the cig and then blew out the match, I went behind her and gently played with the rollers taking off the net, her hair was radically different her mother had really cut her nape up high the hair was severely short you could see angry marks where the clippers, had skinned her nape, I found this very satisfying and was lightly kissing her nape feeling the stiff short hairs. The smell of the hair setting lotion, and the cigarettes made me weak in the knees. She was asking how bad it looked, I said it looks great very mature, it looked too severe for my taste and the dark color was so different from her normal color was an added distraction but I secretly longed to see the finished style. She asked me to pull the rollers out I began at her crown, her hair had been cut to probably 10 inches on the top but shorter on the sides and skinned at the nape, you could see white skin which met her tan neck some bare (shaven) 4 inches further down. I asked her why her mother did this she said she had a new client that was coming in her friend had said this was the style she liked, my mom practiced on me first I am a guinea pig! Her curls sat tightly against her skin I didn’t know what to do with them but must admit I liked the barrel curls contrasted very severely with the shorn nape. She gave me a comb saying just pull the comb through it slowly try to place the curls, she tried to get me to back comb and tease the top it came out horrible looking, Her bangs had been cut just above her eyebrows looking so severe just sitting there un curled, her side burns had tape on them holding a small curl She said  we need to go back to the cellar and fix this.

Walking to the side of the shop I noticed the wagon parked next to the kitchen entrance, Aunt Nancy was probably upstairs getting ready for bed, everyone went to bed early here usually before 9, Becky and I had total privacy especially in her shed or the shop. In the shop She asked me to shampoo her as I did I was getting aroused, she seemed to enjoy the treatment I moved her to the chair, she stopped at her trolley and got every thing out. Her hair while wet looked darker and a little better, Becky said it should come out it wasn’t permanent but it would take several shampoos I was game!.

Her hair was so short now it was easy to apply the setting lotion before long I had several rollers in the crown some small ones at the base of her ears, she was smoking and looking incredible sexy She could tell by the bulge in my jeans, shge asked a little uncertain if I liked it I said yes very much I finished the rollers, put the net over her head and walked back to the dryer she grabbed my hand and started kissing me she tasted of these new VS cigarettes, she said kiss me harder and I did letting my tongue probe her mouth, she put one hand on her breasts and I gently massaged it. I secretly longed to touch her curlers, we kissed longer she kept asking me if this turned me on I respomnded by kissing her deeper and spoiling my jockeys again.

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