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The young barber handed Ryan the mirror. Then he gave a crinkled smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m\u2026 I\u2019m new,\u201d the barber said weakly. His brow broke.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan saw the uneven fade, the misshaped styling, the thatches of missed clumps.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t have to pay me. I mean, please don\u2019t. It\u2019s…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan was silent.<\/span><\/p>\n

The barber flung the sheet off of Ryan. The snipped hair scattered around the barber chair, where other clumps already lay.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan walked out, zombie-like, dejected. His head hanged down. The only thing he could do was buzz off all his hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Later, Ryan\u2019s friends were shocked when they saw him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDude, you got a\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou got butchered!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The girls there came close to sympathize with him and observe the details of the errors. They gave him sad faces and sweet hugs.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Ryan, this is\u2026 I\u2019m so sorry,\u201d Elaine said. \u201cOne time in high school, a hairdresser cut my bangs too short. I was embarrassed for a full year. It\u2019s the reason for my self-hatred now.\u201d She shivered remembering the experience. Yet, she gave him another squeeze.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo one\u2019s done me that bad, and my mom has cut my hair all my life,\u201d a guy said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll I can do is buzz it all off,\u201d Ryan said. \u201cI\u2019m heading to the store to buy an electric clipper.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait, Ryan, wait,\u201d Christie said. \u201cI have some experience with cutting hair.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The sweet blonde circled Ryan. She ran her fingers through his hair and moved his head this way and that to look from different angles. \u201cI think this is salvageable. Maybe. I just don\u2019t want you to cut it all off right away. I\u2019ve always thought you have great hair.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Elaine agreed. \u201cSome guys have what women want. And too many times, they don\u2019t care.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie locked her arm through Ryan\u2019s. \u201cLet\u2019s go to my apartment. If nothing works out, well, I have an electric clipper.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A half-hour later, the two were in Christie\u2019s kitchen. Ryan sat in the middle of the room on a dining room chair. It was set in the center of a shower curtain on the floor, which she had laid down for easy clean-up.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie put on fluid ambient music and gave Ryan a glass of cold, cucumber water.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryn sipped it. \u201cThis doesn\u2019t taste like anything but regular water.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s what a hairdresser might offer her customer,\u201d Christie said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan sipped it again. Nevertheless, no flavored water or music could lighten the weight in the pit of his stomach, even having cute Christie hovering around him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie was a girl who attracted all guys. She had a kind, innocent smile and a thin body. But her cleavage was impossible to ignore. At the club, the guys and their come-ons bothered her like fruit flies.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her fingers ran through Ryan\u2019s hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat barber really got you,\u201d she said. \u201cMake sure you give him a bad review online. Protect other people.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan shrugged. \u201cHe was new, so\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd he took it out on you.\u201d She tsked her tongue while studying Ryan.<\/span><\/p>\n

She began her attempt at salvation.<\/span><\/p>\n

There were a few snips of her scissors. Dark hair floated to the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

She stopped. Hands on her narrow hips, her chest filling from a deep breath.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the first part of this,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie turned on the water faucet. Coming back, she leaned against the kitchen counter across from Ryan.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy grandma gave me perms when I was a little girl. Curling up my hair in little pink rollers. The perm smelled terrible and stunk up the whole house. My brothers and Dad complained and complained. Finally, they would leave for somewhere else. We loved when they left, because, Grandma and me, we\u2019d watch soap operas the whole time. No matter what, all of it was worth it to us. The necessary price for beauty.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll that for curly hair?\u201d Ryan asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou could never understand what women do to themselves.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll for guys, huh.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGuys!\u201d She waved off the notion. \u201cNot guys at all. They honestly don\u2019t matter. We do all we do to look better than other women\u2014better than our friends.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s nothing greater than walking into a room and having eyes follow. Not guys\u2019 looks, that\u2019s nothing. But other women. To make them want to get the same style\u2014to make them jealous\u2014it\u2019s like a different kind of \u2018orgasm.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan\u2019s neck stiffened, and his eyes widened at the word.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOops! That might have been a bit forward. But it\u2019s that good.\u201d Christie shrugged. \u201cCome over here. Time for a shampoo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She had Ryan lean into the sink. Almost like a punisher, she held his head under the scorching-hot water. She roughly worked the coconut-scented shampoo into Ryan\u2019s hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait, wait,\u201d Ryan said, squirming in the chair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie paused.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be so mean and cool down the water,\u201d Ryan said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie rolled her eyes. \u201cMen.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

However, she didn\u2019t cool the water or ease up. She washed the shampoo from his hair with the pull-down sprayer. Finally, she dried his hair with a bath towel.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t like you,\u201d Ryan said when he was back in the chair. \u201cDon\u2019t be so ruthless. You\u2019re supposed to massage me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She shook her head. \u201cThat was a massage. You don\u2019t know what it\u2019s like to be a woman.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAfter that, I don\u2019t want to.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Again came the scissors. Christie leaned in close to Ryan, studying the lines and shape of his head and hair. She stepped back for a different perspective. Then she came close again for more snips.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie\u2019s tongue pushed at the corner of her mouth as she focused. She stepped in front of Ryan to look at his bangs. She leaned forward.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan tried to keep his eyes away but couldn\u2019t. Christie wore a small shirt with a low neck. Underneath, a white bra held her petite breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n

She noticed his look, so she adjusted her shirt to cover the view.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry,\u201d he said simply.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s all right.\u201d However, she was still concentrating on the haircut.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"tiani<\/a><\/p>\n

She combed his hair straight forward.<\/span><\/p>\n

He felt the cool metal of the scissor blades move across his forehead.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie stood up and shook out the combed hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan glanced up. His eyes slid again from her tightened lips to her narrow neck.<\/span><\/p>\n

The neckline of her shirt had lowered once more.<\/span><\/p>\n

She saw his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t control where this shirt goes,\u201d she said, lightly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI struggle to keep my eyes from breasts,\u201d he said. \u201cOops, might have been a little forward.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She rolled her eyes. Ryan was glad she didn\u2019t smack the side of his head or scold him, or anything for that matter with a pair of scissors in her hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

She leaned to him still focused on the haircut.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan felt her breast brush his shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie quieted in her concentration. Ryan only heard a soft breathing between the scissor\u2019s snips. She walked behind him and put her hands on his neck to straighten it. This time she was tender. Her fingers spidered up his neck and into his hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan shivered. \u201cFeels good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI hope so.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She continued to lean forward, and, as she came close, her body touched his.<\/span><\/p>\n

The weight in Ryan\u2019s stomach from his bad haircut eased. Instead, a lump formed in the lap of his basketball shorts. He took a deep breath and shifted his legs.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t move,\u201d she said, putting her soft hands on his cheeks.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019s it going?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis might turn out all right. I\u2019m impressed with myself.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMe too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She stood tall before him, looked down, and offered a sweet smile. \u201cYou haven\u2019t seen your hair yet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He touched her thigh. \u201cYou\u2019re good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She shook her head. \u201cI can\u2019t believe you sometimes\u2014the things you say.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie ruffled up Ryan\u2019s hair.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He enjoyed her hands but also kept looking at her quivering breasts that were level with his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then her knees bumped his. She ignored the touch as she styled his hair one way. She moved one leg slightly between his, as she restyled his hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Having her so close, he put his hands on the back of her knees. Without a swat or a rebuke, he kept them there, but only touching lightly, not grabbing. As she ruffled and restyled his hair, Ryan\u2019s hands slinked up the back of her thighs.<\/span><\/p>\n

She stopped styling\u2014hands frozen in the fresh haircut. Ryan felt her legs tighten from the sensual move and then shudder.<\/span><\/p>\n

His hands came to the base of her butt. He waited. Still without a swish of her hands, he squeezed her butt and then took hold of more. He slowly massaged deeply into the flesh.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie\u2019s breathing quickened with shortened inhales. In this close encounter, her hands relaxed, sliding from his hair to cling to his ears. She held them tight as he held her ass.<\/span><\/p>\n

The pair were silent, except for the breaths and the moan of the dining room chair.<\/span><\/p>\n

His hands moved to her waist. He could feel her hips. Her hand touched the center of his chest and the other slid down to the base of his neck.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan skimmed his hand across her waist to settle his palm on her lean belly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie gulped.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes stared at his mouth. To Ryan\u2019s surprise, she reached forward and pushed her thumb across his bottom lip.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan touched the button of Christie\u2019s jeans.<\/span><\/p>\n

She took in another deep breath. She gently touched his hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo it,\u201d she whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n

There was a hard pop. Her tight jeans slackened and appeared a plain pair of pink panties.<\/span><\/p>\n

She flopped into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She mashed her lips to his.<\/span><\/p>\n

The two kissed hard and intensely. They pressed into each other. Their heads twisted. Their tongues wrestled. Moans slipped from her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie finally broke the kiss. Her face was flushed. She was heaving for air.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have a mirror\u2014\u201d she said through rough breaths. \u201c\u2014a mirror in my bedroom.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She tugged him from the chair and down the hall.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan banged his shoulder against the door frame as he entered the bedroom. At that time though, pain did not distract from pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie shed her shirt before sitting on the bed. She wrestled to get Ryan\u2019s shirt over his head.<\/span><\/p>\n

She then yanked his shorts to his knees.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie\u2019s eyes widened and her mouth fell open when seeing the length trapped behind his white briefs.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d she whispered breathlessly. It did not sound like she meant it to be heard.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her face came near to the dick. She rubbed her cheek against the hardness, like it was one of her stuffed animals that she loved. Her hands ran up his thighs, as his had done earlier to hers. They scaled over his round butt and reached the band of the briefs.<\/span><\/p>\n

She looked up at him. It wasn\u2019t clear to Ryan whether it was for permission or ensuring his pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her fingers dragged along the elastic band to the front and then drew the briefs forward. There was the thick, pulsing cock capped with a narrowed head.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"tiani<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cWow.\u201d Another simple word slipped, faintly, from her lips.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her hand gripped the monolith. It moved to the base and then up to cover the head.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan\u2019s toes squeezed at the feminine touch. His hand cupped the back of Christie\u2019s head. He pulled her mouth close to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Timid but willing, she let his dick into her mouth, filling it fully. She bobbed, amateurishly at first, but found a smooth rhythm, with the help of Ryan\u2019s guiding hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon a froth of saliva appeared at the corners of her mouth. She pulled back, strands still connected to the length. She stroked the wet dick with one hand, while she rubbed the back of her free hand across her messy lips.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie gave Ryan an innocent look. \u201cYou like that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDefinitely.” He brought her face to him again, but this time with more force.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0Christie took his cock deeply into her mouth and then pulled back coughing and gagging. She kept going, until Ryan wanted more.<\/span><\/p>\n

He tugged at her bra until her breasts fell free. Her pink nipples were set on teardrop-shaped breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie pulled away from his cock. She wiped her mouth and then shuffled to the center of the bed. She urged him forward. He obliged and immediately put his mouth all over her tits. She arched her back and twisted her head at the feeling of his lips and tongue and teeth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPut them in your mouth,\u201d she said softly.<\/span><\/p>\n

As Ryan worked his mouth, Christie dragged his free hand to her pussy. She shifted her panties off her hips and ass.<\/span><\/p>\n

His hand wasn\u2019t enough.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour dick,\u201d she whimpered in the intensity. \u201cDon\u2019t make me wait.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hearing the command, Ryan aligned himself with her and charged in. Their bodies smacked together. Ryan rose up high with his thrusts while Christie stiffened as if speared deadly. Her body remained tense and strained. Her face was gnarled and scrunched in the intensity.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan thrusted faster with quicker, shorter blitzes.<\/span><\/p>\n

They both were enjoying themselves. Ryan loved seeing the woman below him reacting to his dick.<\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly, Christie\u2019s body flattened out. All its intensity escaped, vanished. Christie seemed wobbly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ryan rammed himself in again and again, despite her weakened state. But he then felt her pussy tightening around his cock. It rushed him to his peak.<\/span><\/p>\n

In a moment, he pulled out and gave a few quick strokes. Christie smiled as she watched. Her eyes tired from her orgasm.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll over me,\u201d she said. She smashed her breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n

His cum landed on her stomach and in her trim bush. Ryan squeezed out the last bits onto her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Christie looked at the cum and then at Ryan. Her demeanor was calm and happy as she lay there with the man above her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI loved it,\u201d she said. \u201cI\u2019m glad you got that bad haircut.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAgreed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow,\u201d she said with an exhale. \u201cLet\u2019s get my clipper. We\u2019ll buzz your head and then shower off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait what? I thought you …\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She tugged his hand to lead him into the bathroom.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour hair will grow back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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The young barber handed Ryan the mirror. Then he gave a crinkled smile. \u201cI\u2019m\u2026 I\u2019m new,\u201d the barber said weakly. His brow broke. Ryan saw the uneven fade, the misshaped styling, the thatches of missed clumps. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to pay me. I mean, please don\u2019t. It\u2019s…\u201d Ryan was silent. The barber flung the sheet off of Ryan. The snipped hair scattered around the barber chair, where other clumps already lay. Ryan walked out, zombie-like, dejected. His head hanged down. 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