took a course in beauty, partially for my own benefit, and partially be- cause I found that I really enjoyed working with hair. After experi- menting on my new shoulder length blonde tresses, I would take my ideas to the shop and attempt to recreate them for some of the young girls that came in for the school's low cost sessions. The only thing that saddened me was when one of my customers would come in with long lovely hair and insist on leaving with most of it strewn on the floor by the chair. I heard their problems, and how they were doing it to spite their boyfriends, and it made me think of Bill, whom I saw almost every free minute. And how he loved to have me tickle his ears with my tresses. The way he would bury his head in my neck, and cover his face with the flaxen softness. Things were getting extremely serious with us and that was my only worry. I realized that sooner or later he was going to propose, and I knew that I would have to tell him the truth. But, even with my secret tears, I wanted to see him always, and I didn't realize what the real truth was, I was falling deeply in love!

Things finally came to a head one day in the early spring. It was still rather chilly, but we decided to go for a ride in the beautiful Japanese countryside. We drove up to the slope of Fuji, and walked all morning while Bill took pictures of the scenery and me. Then tired from the ex- ercise I slumped into the soft spring grass. He sat down beside me, and cushioned my head on his lap, arranging my streaming, blonde hair about my face.

"Brenda, you look so lovely, in the spring."

I was wearing a pale blue angora cardigan and a plaid pleated skirt with knee sox and penny loafers. I felt so soft, and protected in his lap. He reached down and kissed me softly. Without opening my eyes, I grasped his neck and held the kiss, reaching deeply with my tongue for his. Slowly he slipped down beside me.

He held me tightly, pressed to him and I could feel the bulge of his maleness pressed against my tummy. After our kiss, I pulled away slightly, and nestled into the crook of his arm. I was letting myself go into a wonderful world. I could feel his fingers touching the flesh of my tummy, above the waistband of my skirt, and then held my breath as he did something he had never done before. He moved his hand up the front of my sweater on the outside, pressing the incredible softness against my skin, gently he cupped my left breast in his hand. Slowly and gently he kissed my eyes, ears, and finally my mouth as he gently unbuttoned my sweater.

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