I had been going to the same barbershop for about ten years. It was a small, bucolic, little, mom and pop shop full of housewives-turned-hairdressers that never were good enough to work in a real salon. They did the job for my ten minute buzz job, though. They also fueled my teenage milf masturbation sessions when I was going through that stage. About two years into college, though, the milfs at the barbershop got a new addition to their staff.
The summer before I left for my third year of college, I walked out of my car and got hit with a wave of the hot, humid, inebriate-breath that was Michigan August weather. I hurried to the door of the barbershop, swung it open, and raced inside. It was obviously their break hour because the ladies were standing around talking to each other snacking on sandwiches or salads.
"I'm sorry, we aren't taking anyone until 2." Came a voice that I had never heard before. I lifted my head and looked around to find the owner of the new voice. Before I found the voice, I saw myself in the mirror. I was a bespectacled young man who stood about 5'11 and weighed about 250 pounds. I had a normal look with blue eyes and a messy mop of brown hair on my head. I tore my eyes from the narcissus in the mirror and found the owner of the voice. I looked behind the receptionist's desk and found the most intense green eyes looking straight at me.
"Oh! That's Rick. He's a regular." Called out my favorite hairdresser, Julie. Julie was about 5'4 160 pounds, long black hair, and a cute face. She was the mainstay of my masturbation when I was a kid.
"Oh ok, sorry. Go right ahead. Julie's chair is open." Green eyes responded. I was immediately intrigued. I did my best cool guy walk over to the receptionist and extended my hand.
"Rick Armstong. Nice to meet you." I said.
"Hilary Patterson, charmed." She said, taking my hand most almost emotionless. I didn't care because the contact gave me the ability to get a better look at her. She was probably 20 to my 18. She was not a tall girl. I guessed she stood about 5'3. She was a large girl. She must have weighed around 190 pounds. Her arms and legs were thick and her breasts were incredible. I thanked God that it was hot out because she wore a tank top with a plunging neckline. 36 DDs were my best guess with cleavage that seemed to almost touch my face. Incredible. Below her eyes were full cheeks topped with blush and lips fuller than Angelina Jolie's graced with the most intense red lipstick I had ever seen. As a large guy, I loved big girls and Hilary tickled my fancy hard. I pulled my eyes from my plump goddess and sat down in Julie's chair.
Between then and the summer of my Junior year of college, I got my hair cut maybe twenty times and it became the highlight of my month. Every glimpse I could catch of Hilary walking around in her flip flops and short skirts and tight tank tops was worth the ten dollar subpar haircut. I loved watching her breasts swing in her top and her full legs and arms moving with her steps and her painted toes in her oversized black flipflops. The most intriguing part of her, though, was how she explained her relationship. I soon realized she was a very sexual being. She would talk about the size of her boyfriend's penis and how hard he did her. I tried to pretend like I wasn't listening. I usually came in during the break hour so I was the only one there. The hairdressers were soaking the information in as they lived vicariously through the horny young girl. I could just imagine them taking a vibrator to themselves thinking about Hilary getting her bottom knocked out. All of this of course gave me a massive boner that I masturbated away immediately when I got home.
Finally, I left for my third year of college. I decided that that year I would change. I threw myself into my education unlike my first two years of partying and didn't come home until the next summer. I came back a completely changed man. I got laser eye surgery so my glasses were gone. I worked out more than I studied plus so I was still a big guy but I grew 3 inches and I weighed about 30 pounds less. My arms and legs were now muscled and my face was more defined. There were no good barbershops on campus so I was in desperate need of a haircut. The next chance I got, I went to my little shop, of course, during their break hour.
Upon opening the door, I saw no one.
"Hello!!" I yelled.
"Rick?!!" Came a familiar voice. Julie came running from the back of the store. She embraced me in a big hug and stood back to take a look at me. "You look awesome. So handsome." She exclaimed, grabbing my pecs and arms. I became aroused quickly. "We were just reassuring Hilary." My head perked up.
"What's wrong?"
"Her boyfriend, Derrick, cheated on her with a really skinny girl and she is just feeling down."
"Well he's a moron."
"We know. But go ahead and sit in my chair, I'll bring that forrest down in no time." She said with a genuine smile. I sat down and, by the end of my haircut, the rest of the ladies came out followed by the Rubenesque creature I had been thinking about since I had met her. She had not changed a bit, thank God. She sat down in the chair behind me and I gazed at her through the mirror. I figuratively took my balls in my hand and opened my mouth.
"Your boyfriend is a moron." I said, looking straight at her through the mirror. Her head slowly rose up and looked at me.
"What?"
"If he slept with another woman, he is a moron."
