Boyfriend

The Boyfriend – Shea

My parents had gone away to my dad’s convention for a week, but since we still had a week of exams left, my sister Shannon and I had to stay home alone for the week. Not that I minded too much; on Saturday after they left, I had one of the hugest parties of the year, which was especially great because we were all graduating and it would be one of the last big shindigs for all the cool people at my school.

Shannon, of course, wasn’t too happy about the party. She was two years younger than everyone there and very meek and well-behaved. For most of the time, she hid in her room, maybe afraid that people would try to make her drink beer, or something ridiculous like that. I wasn’t too worried about her ratting on me, though, because we had a good sibling relationship. I gave orders and she followed them.

Monday, after my last exam, my boyfriend Joe was hanging around over at my house. My parents don’t like him, just because he has a few piercings and tattoos. Parents! So we got to talking about what I was going to do now that I was done school. I hadn’t applied to any colleges or anything, because I wasn’t really into that sort of thing. I hadn’t really made many plans; I figured I’d just enjoy the summer and try to find a job later.

Anyway, so Joe brought up the idea of barber college, since his sister had just graduated. That idea didn’t really appeal to me, but it made me realize that hairdressing school might be cool.

“What do you think?” I asked. “Would I make a good hairdresser?”

“Yeah, sure, baby.”

I was suddenly excited by the idea. “Maybe I should try out something new on myself and see how it goes. What do you think? Would I look good with bangs?” The inspiration to cut my own hair was suddenly very exciting.

“You know what you should do,” Joe said, stepping up close behind me and running his hands through my long blonde hair, “is cut it all really really short.” He moved his lips up against my neck. “That would be really really sexy.”

A tingle went down my spine. “Okay.” I had been letting it grow for about a year since it was at my shoulders, but anything that excited Joe excited me. After all, he had convinced me to bleach it white blonde, and that had worked out quite well, so surely this new idea would be great too. He was always full of such great ideas!

I ran to the kitchen and bathroom, hunting down a hand mirror, a brush, comb, and some scissors. I set them up on the coffee table and then sat down on Joe’s lap.

“Okay, are we all ready?” I asked.

He gave me the most gorgeous look. “Of course. Go for it.”

So, glancing between his face, and the mirror, I brushed out my long hair. It would probably be good to get rid of it. Summer was going to be hot, and it might be nice to have it off my neck. I brushed the front section of my hair in front of my face and then placed the scissors above my eyebrows, ready to make bangs.

“No, wait baby,” he placed his hands on top of mine, and raised the scissors up higher, until I felt like they were touching my roots. “Now cut.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. Maybe that was a bit short.

“Come on baby. I thought you were daring.”

I could tell he was making his cute little puppy-dog face, so I excitedly snipped the scissors together, sending the weirdest hunk of hair flying down past my face. Just as I could see again, he leaned over and gave me this huge kiss, with tons of tongue.

“Mmm,” I muttered, as he moved away.

“Now come on, finish up.”

I was excited by his response, so I hurried to cut off more. I grabbed a large hunk above my ear and snipped it off about an inch away from the skin. I continued with the chunks all over my head, until I was just left with little strands all over the place.

Joe handed me the mirror, and I took a look. Man, it was short. But he really seemed pleased by it (trust me, I was sitting on his lap) and he gave me another huge kiss. But also, the hair was all uneven and chunky all over, and the bangs looked a bit ridiculous.

“Okay, what now?” I asked. “How will I even this up?”

He grinned. “Stay here for a sec.” Then he lifted me out of his lap, and set me back down on the couch. He gave me one last smile and ran back upstairs.

Meanwhile, I glanced back into the mirror, searching for longer strands that still remained and then chopping them off. I had to admit, the chopping was a lot of fun.

Then Joe came back down. He had my dad’s electric razor in hand.

“A razor?”

“Yeah, baby. We’ll even it all up and it will be nice and short. And SEXY.”

Well, he didn’t have to ask me twice! I let him set up the weird device.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” he offered. “It’s very sensuous.”

“Okay,” I grinned.

He clicked the machine on and it started buzzing. And then he placed the clippers against my neck, letting them vibrate. I got into the whole motion of the clippers, the vibrations against my skull, and the short little hairs falling against my neck. It seemed to go on forever.

Until it stopped. I looked over at Joe, hoping for more, but he was done. He clicked the machine off and set it down on the table. But then he reached back over for me and gave me the hugest kiss ever.

And of course, the passions promoted by the activity were finally released, with Joe rubbing my furry head continuously, which got me even more excited.

But, all good things must come to an end. And then he was lying next to me, breathing heavy against my neck, and softly petting my head. I closed my eyes and let out a little sigh.

“That was awesome.” I whispered.

“Want to do it again?” he asked.

I reached my hand for my head, for the first time feeling how short the hair was. It couldn’t have been more than a half or a quarter of an inch.

“I don’t know. I don’t have much more to cut.”

“Not you,” he said. “Your sister.”

“You want to screw my sister?” I squealed.

“No, shh. But just think how much practice you’d get giving your sister a new hairstyle.”

It took me a minute to remember that I was practicing to be a hairdresser. The haircut had seemed like more for enjoyment than functional.

“I don’t know. I don’t think Shannon wants a haircut.” That was a bit of an understatement. Shannon wore her golden waves at least to her waist, and though she wasn’t vain about them, she took good care of them. They were her one distinguishing feature that made her more than ordinary.

“Don’t worry, baby. She might not like it at first, but I guarantee she’ll love it afterward. Just like you do.” He gave my head another rub.

“I don’t know. Should we ask her?”

“No, don’t worry. She’ll probably be hard to get into it at first, and she may even pretend not to like it, but she’ll probably just be pretending because she’s always trying to make you think you’re wrong.” He grinned.

“Yeah, you’re so right.” I glanced at the mound of white blonde hair on the floor and got excited about doing it all again. “Okay, let’s go.”

So, with scissors and clippers in hand, we marched up the stairs to Shannon’s room, and barged through the door.

“Don’t you knock?” she muttered, without turning away from her seat at her desk, where she was doing some sort of schoolwork.

Without saying anything, we hustled over to the desk, and I grabbed her ponytail with my fist.

“Hey! What are you doing?” She tried to turn around to take a look at me.

“Don’t worry. I’m just going to give you a haircut. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

“Alison!” she pleaded. “I don’t want a haircut!”

“Shut up,” Joe said. He held her down in her chair.

“Joe,” I said. “Don’t be so pushy.”

“Don’t worry baby,” he said, “she just doesn’t know what she wants. Go for it.”

Well, Joe always knew best, he was so good at judging people. So I placed the scissors at the base of her ponytail, and with a great deal of strength, sheared a half dozen times with the scissors, finally freeing the long golden mane.

I heard her crying as I threw the hair onto her bed, but I knew it was probably for joy. Anyway, even if she didn’t like it now, she would just have to learn what was best. Sometimes, her tastes weren’t the best, and I had to tell her what she wanted.

Joe handed me the buzzing clippers again, and so I took pleasure in sinking them into the shorter flow of hair, at the back of her neck. The strands peeled right off her head as I traveled a path up the top of her head.

“Hey, this is pretty short,” I said, almost being able to see her skin.

“I know, I took off the guard.” Joe grinned. “Don’t worry, it’ll look great.”

Still, I was a bit nervous. “You can finish it.”

Without any more prompting, he took the clippers from me, and continued shaving her head, until all she was left with was a shorter length patch of hair at the base of her neck. “I think I’ll leave that,” he said, “it looks kinda cute.”

“That’s awesome,” I said, but I wasn’t so sure anymore. Shannon was still sobbing, and she apparently didn’t realize how cool her new haircut was.

“So what are we going to do now?” I asked Joe, trying not to think about my crying sister.

“Whatever,” he said, picking up the long golden ponytail from the bed. “I gotta run now.”

“Well, okay,” I said, a little unsure. “Want to come over tonight?”

“Nah. I have to go out of town for a few days, so I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“Oh, okay. So should I call you when you get back?” I asked.

He was busy tucking the hair into his coat pocket. “Well, I might be gone a long time, so don’t get too anxious.”

“Oh, okay.” I sat down on the side of the bed, not sure what I had done wrong.

“Yeah, see ya, buddy.” And then he walked out of the room, leaving me and my sorrowful sister alone.

And I was pretty sure he wasn’t coming back.

So I joined my sister in crying.

“Alison,” she said, finally, still a bit tearful.

“Yeah,” I muttered, in full realization of how horrible I had just been, and what the results of my thoughtless actions were going to be.

“Stay there,” she said.

“Why?” I asked, glancing up to make eye contact with her.

“I’m going to get the shaving cream and finish you off.”

 

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