A VISIT TO THE BARBER'S..........

I knocked on the door and watched the CLOSED sign swing in the window. I knocked louder and swore I heard laughing. Then Rob was peeping out at me and grinning.

“Open up,” I mouthed. His head pulled back and I heard the locks disengage. He popped his head out like a thief in danger of being caught.

“Hurry up and get in here before one of the regulars comes.”

I rolled my eyes and slid between the narrow berth he allowed me. Then he slammed the door and put the chain on. “My god. You’re not a spy. You’re just cutting my hair!”

I pulled the envelope from my purse and felt the blush start to creep up my cheeks and stain my face. The heat traveled all the way under my hairline. My scalp was hot. I was actually blushing to the roots of my hair.

“Yeah, but it’s girl hair. And you know what that means,” he said. Rob popped a can of soda and handed it to me.

“What does that mean? That girl cooties are going to get on your chair?”

He flailed a limp wrist my way and evoked a effeminate voice. “It means, I must be light in the loafers if I can cut girl hair. It is a sin to know of highlights and razoring and tapering.”

I was laughing now and trying to sip my freezing cold soda.

For just a moment, my embarrassment had left me as I watched my handsome long-time friend make fun of himself and his profession. I only let Rob cut my hair. Guess I was a barber shop girl.

“Why is it so bad to do buzz cuts and razor cuts? Highlights and hot shaves?” I dropped into his batter barber chair and clutched the envelope to my chest.

“Let me tell ya, those military men would have a field day if they thought I knew that there was foil for anything other than wrapping a baked potato.” He spun me and ran his hands thorugh my long dark hair. Something that never fails to make me moan and turn me soft as goo on this inside. Lately, the motion of his fingers in my hair, or on my back, or on my arm had made me wet between the legs, too. I was trying to ignore that fact as he sifted my chocolate colored tresses through is fingers. “What are we doing today, Piper?”

“Well, it’s a new cut. And I brought you a picture…” my voice trailed off and I dropped my head. I could feel the hot blush creeping over my cheeks again.

“Yeah? And? Give it to me.”

Instead of offering it up, I clutched it tighter. “Yeah. But I need to warn you first.”

“Warn me about what?” Rob leaned in and I could smell his aftershave and the clean man scent of him. I tried my best but lost the battle, I inhaled deeply like he was my drug.

“Well, see the…” I coughed. I cleared my throat. I tried not to stare at his stubble or the cut of his jaw or the deep rose color of his lips. I failed again and wiggled hopelessly in the fake leather seat. God, I was throbbing under my panties. When he smiled, my stomach twisted with excitement and want.



He touched the envelope and I jumped like he had shocked me. “What’s in there?” Now he looked determined to find out.

Curious and amused, he pulled at my fingers and I lost the battle. He peeled open the plain brown envelope slowly, keeping his eyes on me. Making me suffer. Simply because he sensed he could.

I was holding my breath. I tried to regulate my breathing but failed miserably as I watched his big fingers slide into the envelope. There was something nearly sexual about watching his fingers dip inside the brown package. I shifted some more and it only made the wetness and the heat between my legs that much worse. My pussy was wet and I was flustered. What a mess.

“It’s one of my freelance gigs and I really, really like her hair.” The words came out in a rush and my heart had nearly tripled its beat. I watched his face for a reaction. It was better and worse than I had imagined.

“Piper, you dirty, filthy little slut,” he said in shock. Then great gusts of laughed came roaring out of him. I dropped my gaze and tried to focus on anything but how the sound of his amusement had pebbled my nipples. How my stomach buzzed with invisible butterflies. Rob was my friend. Nothing more. Nothing less. It should stay that way, regardless of recent bizarre attractions. “My, my, my. Want Magazine. Wowee, what do you want, Piper?” His big brown eyes raked over me and it was like having his hands on me, rough and demanding.

“I…uh…I…”

He showed me the glossy mag as if I had never seen it before. “What do you want, Piper?” He said again. He riffled the pages and examined the index as I floundered for words.

“The haircut. Her haircut. I want it,” I stammered.

“Do you want he peek-a-boo bra, too?” He waggled his eyebrows and grinned at me. I felt like my face would burst into flames.

“No,” I breathed. I realized the copper buttons of his button fly were right in front of my face. I further realized that his cock was hard. My breath seemed to solidify in my lungs.
His look turned serious. “Page 117 He touched my hair, my neck, my face before kissing me deeply.”

Oh shit. He was reading me my own fiction. He was throwing my dirty fantasies right back at me. And part of me knew right then that this had been some kind of confession. Bringing him the magazine. “I…” I could barely hear my own voice.

“Like this?” Rob said and did just what I had described. His fingers running over me made me moan softly and when his lips touched mine, I opened my mouth for him wantonly. I sucked his tongue and he stepped in closer, crowding me in the chair with his bulk. The chair rocked slowly with the movement.

He broke the kiss and I felt thrilled and guilty and dirty all at once. It only made it worse. My want of him. My need of him. I wanted him inside of me and so in my mind, I willed him to read further. He rifled the pages more and found another passage he liked. “He pulled at his button fly. Yanked until the buttons popped one by one, his big hand reaching behind the curtain of denim and finding his hard cock. He pulled himself free, guiding his hard length to my lips. I opened my mouth for him, sucked him deep. He tasted so warm and so sweet.”

When Rob looked at me, he looked dazed. Slightly drunk with excitement and arousal. “Let me show you,” I said and felt a thrill travel through me. “If you’ll pop those buttons,” I said, forcing my voice to be braver than I felt.

He found the top button and released it. With a yank, the rest let go with a soft sound. He pushed his hand inside and pulled his cock free. Long and hard and a flush of crimson at the head.

“Put it to my mouth,” I said. More bravery.

He made a low sound. The kind of sound that raised goose bumps on my shoulders. And then he pushed the velvety soft skin of his cock to my lips. I licked him slowly, eyes on his eyes. I would pretend to be brazen. Inside I was shaking and shivering and reveling at my request. He tasted like hot skin and soap and man. I ran my flattened tongue along the rigid length of him, sucked him deeper, finding my hands clutching at his ass of their own accord.

He fucked my mouth, one hand in my hair, one holding the magazine. “Stop, Piper. Wait.” His voice was torn. I could tell he wanted to keep going but he needed to do something else.

He cleared his throat and I had to smile. He was so cute when he was flustered. “I opened my thighs for him. Wider when he told me to. I watched the top of his dark head as he lowered his face between my legs, licked along the ridge of me. Sucking my clit into his mouth, letting me go for just a moment. Then wild circles that had me clutching at the bed sheets and dancing under him. A wild marionette on the verge of orgasm. He licked me until I sobbed and came against his darkly stubble face. Clutching his hair. Saying his name.”
I hung my head, too afraid at the moment to face him. He brushed my hair out of my face, and tilted my chin back. “Is this about me?”

I could only nod.

“Ah, so…” He put the magazine on the floor and wrestled with my jeans this time. He pushed my thighs wide and looked up at me, his gaze studded with urgency. “Like this?”

My head was fuzzy and spinny and I sort of felt like I was trapped in a dream, but I let my legs fall wider for him. I watched him latch onto me with his mouth. His lush, dark red mouth. His stubble bit my inner thighs and his fingers smoothed it better with soft strokes. He licked the flat of his tongue over me and swirled wet, eager circles over my clit. My hips bumped up on their own, my hands delved into his hair, clutching and pulling so much I feared I would hurt him. But he growled deeply in his throat and ate me harder, softer, deeper.


The orgasm wound up inside of me, pulsing through my pussy, echoing in my womb. Wave after wave as I yanked his hair, laughing and crying as I came. “Jesus, Rob. Goddammit,” I laughed. I wiggled but he pinned me with his bulky forearm, licking slowly along the over sensitive skin until a smaller orgasm followed the first.

“Give it all to me, Piper. Come on. Don’t be stingy with me.”

He pushed his fingers into my cunt, thrusting and arching until a longer, deeper orgasm began to flood me. It touched my limbs and my toes and my fingers. More languid and lazy, it rolled through me like a wonderful heat. “Oh, fuck. You cheat. You were just supposed to look at the cover.”

He grinned at me and wiped his face, still wet with my juices. “Oh, come on. You really though you’d give me that magazine and I wouldn’t open it?” He kissed the inside of my thighs and I purred.

“You need to go to page 118, last paragraph,” I said, feeling bolder. Feeling good.

He fumbled with the magazine, still on his knees. His jeans around his knees, my jeans round my ankles. Oh, if the veterans who came every day for their weekly haircuts could see us now. I laughed softly at the thought. “Here. Let me.”

I tugged the magazine from him and flipped the pages. Then I handed it back and waited.

“He pulled me to the floor with him, covering my body with his. Kissing and biting along my neck until I thought I might scream. Or die. His cock pushed against me, parting my slit and hovering right there. Right on the verge of where I wanted him. I arched up, pushing against him to force him in but he laughed softly. Told me to behave. His hands hooked under my knees and he pushed just enough that the head of him slipped into my pussy. Then he studied me with his big dark eyes as he thrust in high and fast. I cried out. Opening for him, gripping him, begging him to fuck me faster.”

The last came out as a growl. “I didn’t know you wrote porn, Piper.”

“Hey,” I gasped as he tugged me hard. I slid from the slick seat of the barber chair and tumbled to the floor. He pushed me back, his jaw set, his face avid. “I write freelance. I write what I can. And smut is fun.”

“Yes, fun,” he said. “So, let’s see. Like this?” He grinned an evil grin when he said it and pulled my knees up with his big palms. The head of his cock pressed to me and I felt my pussy flutter and jump. Eager and ready. How many times had I fantasized about this very moment? Too many.

“We’re just friends,” I reminded him stupidly.

“Yeah. I want to fuck all my friends. I get turned on by all my buddies. I notice their nipples and their ass. How they smell. How they wear their hair. What their skin feels like when I touch them. We’re friends.” His look was caught somewhere between amused and annoyed with me.

He arched forward, watching his cock slip into me just a bit. His lips a tight seam of control. “Really?” I asked.

“Shut up, Piper. The only reason you’re my friend is because you insist you are. Otherwise, you’d be so much more. Now be quiet. I’m going to fuck you. Just like in your filthy little story.”

“Okay.” And I shut up as he slid into me. My pussy gripped him and I bucked my hips, so happy to be full of him.

Rob gripped my knees, ramming into me so that I laughed, sliding across the ancient green linoleum. “Harder, ‘kay? Go harder and deeper.”

He was glowering at me. “You’re trying to make me come, aren’t you?” He lowered his big shaggy head, too shaggy for a barber, and bit my nipple. I yelped, jittering under him, but the same time forcing my breast against his mouth and teeth. When he bit me, my cunt clutched up around him and I liked it.

“No. Not at all. God, bite me again,” I begged.

He did and my pussy went tight again. “Fuck me harder, Rob. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. You know how bad you want to.”

His little confession had given me power and what I really wanted was to get him off. He bit my neck and I hissed. His fingers pinched at my nipples, his teeth nipped at my throat. The pain shot through me and in its wake rolled red, hot pleasure.

“I’m fucking you.”

“Harder. With your big, big cock.” I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. He was big, but I was being merciless.

He thrust into me faster, hands dropping to slide under my ass and lever me up. Angled me so that his cock could drive as deep as possible. I looped my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Put my mouth to his ear and said, “Fuck me until I scream. Fuck me so I say your name.”

Rob growled and I felt his finger slide into me next to his dick. He dipped into me once and then again. When his fingers pushed against my ass, I jumped. I yelped. I carried on a bit until he said, “Shut up, Piper. Or are you all talk?”

I started to say no but then his finger slipped inside my ass and his cock rammed home into my pussy and he bit me just right and I came, yanking handfuls of his too long hair and yelling his name like I had promised.

We lay painting on the green linoleum, the American flag hanging over the mirrored work station. I kissed his forehead and he leaned to kiss my belly button.

“Are you sorry you showed me?”

“Nah,” I laughed. “I think secretly I wanted you to know.”

“Yeah. I thik so. That was fucking…”

“Great.”

“Awesome,” he agreed.

“Fucking awesome.”

“And now,” he pulled me to my feet, both of us naked and sweaty.

“What?”

“I owe you a haircut. And then…”

He grinned and plunked me into the chair, butt ass naked. “And then what?”

“Then, darling Piper, we are going to pick another story to read aloud from. Preferably one with a happy ending.”

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