Hairless world

« Everything is so hot, so pleasurable...My forehead is cover with sweat and my vision is blurred.
Then I can see him, feel him on top of me, his eyes are so green.
Why can't I see clearly his face? My hands are in his hair, massaging his scalp and my fingers slide between his dark locks. His hair are so messy and yet so soft...
« Tell me what you want me to do? comes the low whisper from his mouth »
However I can eloquently feel his hands on my body, caressing each contours, each places of my skin. I would like to continue that forever because it is so pleasurable...
« Tell me that you want me to be inside you!, he continues with his low voice »
Then this is it, the true pleasure, the light fading out as I can feel... »

I woke up with the sensation that I had screamed. I truly wished that I did not scream too loud...

Again and again the same dream was invading my nights and that since six years.
I touched my clean and bold head and realize that it was really covered with sweat...I was feeling really hot and really wet. Fucking hell! The years passing my dream was becoming more clear, less blurred. At the beginning I couldn't see anything from the man who was with me and then I could at least describe the deep green of his eyes and the soft jet black locks.

Hair. Why was I dreaming of one man with hair on his head? Since a couple of centuries hairs were not welcomed! Were they really truly forbidden? Every months everybody was swallowing two pills to prevent hairs from coming. I didn't remember when my mother gave me this two colored pills for the first time but I suppose that I was really young.
This world was now a «World of Purity » without those dirty hairs, those dirty exchanges of microbes...One day someone told me that before people were « kissing » their partners on the mouth to show their affection and that was how babies were made. Luckily, these days were gone and nowadays we won't need this kind of disgusting action to conceive children, just we would go to some hospital, give some secretions and come back some months after to take the pink new born baby. Everybody would keep telling that is really a great thing.

My phone rang.

« Allo?
- Darling it is me, I was just wondering if you would like going out somewhere with me this evening?
- Euh...
- What is it Julia?
- Nothing, you are just calling so soon, I lied
- So, do you agree with my proposition?
- Yes, of course!
- Front of central station, 7H30
- Yes, have a nice day! »

Ouuch! Why this stupid guy took the stupid habit of calling me so soon? Roman and I were dating since two years, it started when we were attending the High School. Currently I was studying chemistry at the University and Roman was studying Law. I did like Roman but not everyday. He was so ...boring! Actually he was only my second boyfriend.
My first one was a funny and nice guy, but being quite young I 'd not go as far with him as I 'd do with Roman... but I was not blushing just to think about it. We had made love. It was one sunny evening of holiday, we were coming back from the cinema and we made our way to Roman's studio. Then, we started to speak slowly, whispering tender things and it happened...we caressed each other heads...
People were saying that doing love, in other words caressing each other top of head was the greatest thing. I did not find it at all great and I didn't know why. Of course I was keeping doing it regularly with Roman, he seemed to enjoy this so much. To be quite honest, I thought that I prefered my dream, it was so...hot. Never I had felt so hot and ...aroused with Roman's hand on my bold scalp. However to plunge my hands in His messy black hair really made me crazy.

That was it: I was a complete crazy girl, and I had to get up because I 'd be late and I didn't like to be late in classes.


To my great displeasure I was late in the class and everybody was staring at me. I sent glares to whosoever was looking at me. I sat somewhere at the end of the room and tried to listen to the lesson. Actually it was quite boring and I just wished that I could go back to a dreamful sleep.

The day went very slowly and at the end of the afternoon I decided to go to the library. I loved to spend more time than necessary in the sumptuous library of the University.
It had been one of the biggest of the country, everything had been there and more...
The Archives section was my preferred one, I was really fond of it, moreover it was always empty. I got the authorization to go to Archives at the beginning of the year by one of my professor. After telling him how much I was fascinated by the history of the nuclear fission, he happily signed « the golden paper ». I have never been interested one second in nuclear fission, neither in chemistry. What I was loving in the Archives were the old novels, comics and anatomy books. I had come to know where hairs were before...and that fascinated me. I saw pictures of men and women wearing beautiful hair on their head, yellow, black, orange...I started to wonder which color my hair could have been. I had a deep blue eyes and I wished I 'd have had ginger hair.

I remembered one guy when I was in High School. He was always alone and everybody was laughing at him and continuously troubling him because few hairs were growing on the top of his head. It was shameful. I had felt pity for this boy because he was not nasty, he was just in another world, always dreaming, looking away in some unknown directions... I remember that once we collided in one corridor,his books felt and I helped him to take them from the floor. When we stood up I realized for the first time how green and shiny were his eyes...

Exploring the Archives Section was one great activity and I'd never see the time running. The library would closed soon. Let's take a last look other there. I found one dusty red book without title and opened it. For the first time since long years I was clearly and truly blushing.
Naked bodies on every pages...and entangled is such a way...like in my dream. I hurriedly closed the book. That was sounding bad. Very bad. I was about to put back the book when one shit felt from it. I grabbed it, something was written:

« Welcome to real life! First and third Friday of the month, seven pm, fourth white house, second street behind Central station. Discretion indeed ».

I was trembling. What was the meaning of this thing? I looked around and I was released that nobody was there.I folded the paper in my pocket and headed off the library with a very disturbed mind.


This is my first fic ever on AFF. I hope you like it. More and more chapters coming!