© 2012, All rights reserved -- mimaster
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Her fingers felt like magic, making my entire body tingle. It was relaxing and nerve-racking at the same time; her mere proximity affecting me in so many ways. As she ran them through my hair, feeling the strands with her delicate touch, I couldn't help but feel a little melancholy about the moment. And whatever sad feelings I happened to be having, I was doing far better than she was.
Tina was a wreck, fighting back tears as she cut my hair. It was Friday night, and Ann and I were in her shop after hours. Tina said that she wanted to cut my hair for the wedding, insisting that she was going to do it for free. She had just trimmed Ann's moments before, and she'd be styling it for her the day of the wedding, taking on an unusual additional task for a maid of honor. And that magical day was just a little over a week away.
She had said cutting it then would allow time for our hair to grow a little, just enough to make us both look fantastic for the ceremony. I didn't see how it would make that much of a difference, what with it just being a week. But I trusted her as much as I trusted Ann. Besides, she was amazing at her job. If she thought it was a good idea, I wasn't going to argue the point.
Still, she was struggling, struck by the finality of what she was doing.
"This is the last time I'm ever going to get to cut your hair," she sniffed.
"Tina, stop saying that," I replied.
"But it is," she sniffed again.
Ann had been admiring the job Tina had done as she looked at herself in the mirror, sitting in the chair next to my left, but she'd also been listening. And she felt compelled to reach out to her as only she could.
"Tina, I know this is hard. Believe me...it's hard for us too. But it's not like you're never going to see us again. We won't let that happen, I promise."
"What...a couple of times a year when you come back to visit?" she scoffed, choosing to stay in her little funk.
"Yes...but you can always come out to see us anytime you want to. And I promise we'll have a good time."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Use your imagination," she giggled.
"What?"
"I'm saying, when you come out to see us, do you want to cut our hair...or would you rather find another way to spend that time?"
The room fell silent for a moment; just the sound of the scissors in Tina's hand swiping through my hair, making precise cuts. She appeared to be calm, focusing on her job. But I could tell by the look on her face reflected in the mirror that she was thinking about what Ann had just said...and insinuated.
After a couple of minutes, she stopped and looked at her directly. "So, you're saying that even after you're married...we..." Her voice trailing off at the mere thought of finishing her sentence, as if the enormity of what she was about to say became too much to verbalize.
Ann toyed with her hair, twisting a long strand seductively around her finger; her reaction flirtatious as she gave a quick glance over to Tina. "Of course we will. Why wouldn't we?" she winked.
"Well, because you'll be married, for one."
She turned in her chair, looking her in the eyes, a soft smile on her face. "Yes, we'll be married. I love Neil. And he loves me. But that doesn't change who we are as individuals, or as a couple. It just means we belong to each other forever."
"Which should mean..."
"That when it comes to you, nothing changes. Neil loves you, don't you baby?"
"Yep," I replied, not even having to think about it.
"See...and you KNOW how I feel about you."
"Yeah," she said sheepishly, her shoulders rising as she took a deep breath, nodded her head in agreement.
"Well, as much as each of us loves you, Tina, I think as a couple we love you even more."
"Yep," I said again.
Her eyes widened, and she sighed. "Really?" she said almost in disbelief.
Ann grinned. "Of
course
we do. And that means when you come out to visit, the three of us are going to have a lot of fun."
"I'd like that," she said as she went back to work, suddenly in a much better mood. Her change in demeanor was incredible, and instantaneous. She was practically humming as she snipped and styled my hair. Suddenly her magical fingers were having the same effect on me that they usually had. I always loved how she played with my hair when she cut it...even when she was upset like she'd been when I sat down and she put the black smock over me. But now that she was into it, so to speak, I was too. And that wasn't lost on Ann.
"I can see why Neil came here to get his hair cut," she laughed.
"What?" Tina said, oblivious about the effect she was having on me.
"You have him squirming in the chair."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I think Neil is regretting wearing jeans today. He's got to be pretty cramped by now."
"Maybe he should have worn gym shorts," she giggled.
"Gym short would have just gotten me in trouble," I moaned as Tina's hands roamed over my scalp.
"Why is that, baby?"
"I think you know why, Anna."
"What...you think I don't know how turned on you get when Tina cuts your hair? You've told me about it a thousand times."
"Of course I know that you know. That's why you wanted us to get our haircuts together tonight...so nothing would happen," I laughed.
Ann got up and walked over to me in silence, blocking my reflection in the mirror. The devilish grin on her face made a chill run up my spine. Squatting in front of me, she ran her hands under the smock, her palms rubbing against my thighs. Peering into my eyes, she reached my crotch, deftly opening my zipper and extracting my growing cock. Seconds later, she was back in her seat, eyeing the tenting material on my lap.
Catching Tina's face in the mirror, I saw that she was just as confused about what Ann had done as I was. We both looked at her, sitting in the chair next to us with her legs crossed and a satisfied look on her face
"What was
that
