Meadow got dressed for work. "You can just forget about our bedtime nookie, by the way, Rebecca." She slammed the door as hard as her skinny arms could on her way out.
Meadow fumed to herself all the way through her shift at Starbucks. How could Becky do this? Just shave off all of Meadow's beautiful work? Meadow still remembered the horror she'd felt in the pit of her stomach as she'd watched Becky's curly treasure trail fall to the bathroom floor in blonde bunches. Was this relationship even worth saving if Becky held Meadow's kinks in such contempt?
Meadow considered her options. Her friend actress friend Guadalupe Lopez was pretty hot, but she was happily married. Would her wife Clara be up for a threesome? Meadow honestly didn't know. Then there was Sierra Belville. The cosmetics heiress was poly (as well as super into hairy girls), but her girlfriend Allie Salazar had reservations about bringing a third girl into their relationship. That ruled them out for a quick rebound, Meadow guessed. There was always Krystal Brock, the punk rocker Meadow had been friends with since preschool. She was single at the moment, and she had a pretty damn obvious crush on Meadow (and on Becky, too, for that matter). Krys was the natural choice for an affair, but was Meadow really prepared to hurt Becky like that? No, not really. As frustrating as Becky was being, Meadow still loved her. The hippie sighed and went back to taking coffee orders.
When Meadow got home, she refused to make eye contact with Becky.
"Hi, Mead," said Becky. "Still planning on skipping our goodnight fuck?"
"Yes," Meadow tersely replied.
"It's just as well," Becky sighed. "I've been itching like hell all day. I'm gonna have to switch razor brands."
"How very interesting Rebecca," Meadow said icily. "Not that I would know anything about razors or waxing or whatever new torture method you've discovered to rip out your Goddess-given body hair."
"Alright, Mead!" groaned Becky. "I frigging get it, you're mad! Let's just have dinner."
Dinner was a quiet, awkward affair. Once again, Meadow found herself wondering if the relationship could last. The two didn't stay up long past dinner, unsure of what to talk about. Becky prudently offered to sleep on the couch. Meadow crawled into bed, keenly aware of how lonely she felt sleeping alone. Maybe things would be better between her and Becky in the morning...
Meadow was awakened at 5:21 AM by the piercing sound of Becky screaming. Frightened, the hippie dashed out of bed and into the living room. She found Becky sprawled out on the couch staring at her crotch. The blonde had stripped out of her pajamas, and Meadow could clearly see the dense patch of yellow hair adorning Becky's pussy, complete with treasure trail and thigh hair. Her nipples were also wreathed by the twisty hairs Meadow had planted there yesterday, and the hippie girl was also pretty sure she could see hair poking out of her girlfriend's armpits. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, unsure if she was dreaming.
Becky's face was pale with fright. "It grew back, Mead! Fucking all of it!"
Meadow knelt down and ran her fingers through the regrown bush. "Far out! Oops, didn't mean to be insensitive, Becks. But... I mean... is this really so terrible? It's just hair growing where it's supposed to. Magic hair, yeah, but still hair." She reached for her box of weed and began rolling Becky a joint to relax her.
"I... I guess..." Becky said as she took the spliff. "It is kinda hot. But... but what about my career?"
Meadow smiled. "There's more and more gigs for natural models every year. We'll make it." The hippie winked. "And we'll have lots of hairy fun along the way."
Becky smiled weakly. "Y-yeah. We will."