Short is Best
I am not sure what it was about this guy. The broad shoulders or his effortless confidence. He was tall and wore his hair short. Usually just a dark tee shirt and jeans covered what I thought might be one of the finest physical specimens that may exist. Nonetheless, every time he came into the coffee shop I made every effort to serve him. Always the same, Americano to go but he always sat at a corner table for a few minutes and I swear he watched me but I never could quite confirm.
I had worked as a barista for 3 years here. He had been a regular for about 18 months. Usually just Monday through Friday always at 7:45 on the dot. I had written his name, Dan, on the cup as many times but we were only casual acquaintances. Well, until this day.
He came in and ordered his usual. I did my usual somewhat nervous banter and as typical tucked my hair behind my ear unknowingly. Except, today it didn’t stay. Summer had gotten the best of me and two days before I had gone to the salon and bobbed my hair. I asked for a French bob but it ended up much shorter than I had intended. It was above chin length and the girl actually used clippers in the back shaving my nape rather severely. She seemed proud and I felt honestly a bit violated but I loved the feeling so I secretly enjoyed the experience of the clippers baring my nape.
As I obviously failed in my usual tuck behind the right ear, my too short hair was not restrained. He noticed and smiled “Somebody got a haircut””. Fully blushed, I acknowledged reaching up instinctively to caress my bare nape. “Looks great!” he proclaimed as he made his way to the corner.
Today was different. He plainly stared at me from his booth. It was so obvious that I was emboldened enough to approach and blurted out “Are you watching me?” He smiled politely and confirmed “Yes, but more than I have before. Your haircut is amazing.”
I blushed and don’t know what came over me as I asked if I could join him on my break. “Absolutely.” he replied with a wry grin.
20 minutes later I approached and joined him. I was direct and inquired “Why are you watching me?”
His reply was just as direct “Same reason as before. You are attractive, but with that new haircut you are on another level.”
“So, you like the short hair?” I inquired. He confirmed and I probably blushed a shade deeper.
I loved it too and had long had a desire to relieve myself of the standard lob that my high school days had required.
The rest of the conversation was polite and we agreed to part ways without additional commitments.
He returned the next day as usual but in a striking manner. Black tee shirt and denim jeans but his head was shaved completely bald.
He approached with a smile and the usual order “Americano.”
“Somebody else got a haircut!” I proclaimed.
He acknowledged as he passed his hand over the bare pate. “Like it?” Oh did I ever as I confirmed with a nod gently bitting my lip.
A few minutes later I approached him nervously and invited him outside. He quickly obliged joining me at a table on the patio.
I was so nervous to reveal my thoughts but confidently sat a bit closer to him than would be expected. I reached into my pocket extracting my vape and took a long draw as I maintained contact with is blue eyes.
Exhaling, I let it all out “Would you like me better with shorter hair? Like, a lot shorter.”
The smile said it all. Had I finally found the right guy. The next question would be critical.
“Will you take me to the barbershop and have them cut my hair really short?’
He nodded without hesitation. I passed my hand on his shoulder resisting the urge to engage further. “Tomorrow at the shop downtown at 10:45?” I inquired.
I awoke the next morning feeling like yesterday had been a dream. I hoped it wasn’t. I readied myself with a quick shower and decided a crop top and skirt was appropriate for my adventure. I arrived at the shop early and nervous. Would he show up? I found a bench outside and decided to wait. As I drew on my vape with a deep inhalation I noticed the quiver in my hand. It released instantly as I exhaled and observed his form come into my vision walking up the sidewalk.
He smiled acknowledging my circumstance “You look nervous now but you will be amazed when we are done!”
Blushing with a renewed confidence I confirmed “No, I am ready to be done with this.”
We entered the shop together. It was classic with one large leather barber’s chair and a distinctly clinical decor. The shop was quiet as we entered without evidence of anyone as the door bell chimed. As we made our way to the waiting area she stepped out of the back.
“Hey Dan! Back so soon? I just shaved your head 3 days ago.” He smiled as if they had known each other for years admitting “Yes, this stuble has got to go Christy!”
She laughed motioning him to the chair inquiring “You brought a friend today?” as the both looked my way.
“This is Kate. She is a very good friend who came today to get a haircut too. She wants to watch you shave my head again first.”
Christy beamed fixing her gaze upon me “Is that right? You watch me shave Dan smooth and then we’ll she what we can do for you. Sounds like a plan!”
I am sure I was blushing as I stammered “That’s the plan. You clean him up and then I want my hair cut short.”
Christy winked “I think I know just what you want.”
Dan was caped as he maintained eye contact with me. Christy was precise as she began to massage Dan’s head with lather. At this point his eyes were closed with a relaxed subtle grin. She deftly bared his scalp as I watched the interaction. It was precision and harmony all at the same time. Entranced, I was almost shocked when it seemed over much faster than I expected. Coming back to reality I realized my arousal and dampness instantly regretting the choice of my just a bit to short skirt.
“Your turn sweetie!” Christy proclaimed as I was pulled back into reality.
I stood trying to pull myself together as I approached the chair and took a seat. It was warm from Dan’s presence and that did not help my current situation.
Christy obviously noticed my situation as she caped me and placed both hands firmly on my shoulders “It’s just a haircut honey, relax.”
Christy studied my bob and ran her fingers up my already shorn nape sending chills everywhere I didn’t presently need them.
“So, what are we looking to do today?” Christy inquired.
I gazed into Dan’s eyes as he sat attentively on the waiting bench and then to her. “I want a short haircut. Really short.”
Christy nodded in approval “You will look great but how short are we talking? Pixie or peeled is the question I need to know?”
Christy chuckled a bit and looked Dan’s direction. “Peeled.” he confirmed.
She returned her gaze to me “You good with that young lady?”
Feeling that I had lost control and clearly unsure of the present terms I inquired “If peeled means really short then that is what I want.”
Christy nodded moving behind me again running her nails up the back of my neck and giving the bob a gentle tug “Let’s take this down nice and tight.”
She moved to her station and picked up a very large red clipper and changed the blade as it came to life filling the shop with a loud whirring noise. This was not the same as the gentle buzz I had experienced with my bob cut and I jumped a bit.
She placed her hand gently on my crown “Chin down please.” I complied as the bare steel touched my nape and the blade quickly ascended.
I instantly felt the cold air on my scalp as she finished the first pass. She continued rhythmically with purpose finishing the back. The clippers seemed to be going very high as she moved to my right side. Without hesitation she placed the blade just above my cheek as I observed in the mirror my hair tumbling down to reveal my bare scalp. I gasped “That’s really short, like bald.”
“Yep, you are getting peeled girl.” Christy confirmed.
I made eye contact with Dan as Christy proceeded to shear the back and sides of my head bald. “Is she getting a high and tight? Dan inquired with an inquisitive smile.
“Yes sir!” Christy Confirmed. “00000 on the back and sides with a fade to a number 1 on top.
When she was satisfied with the back and sides she changed blades and without hesitation brought the clippers to my forehead and guided them somewhat sensually front to back in rhythmic passes. I began to become entranced by the vibration and realization of cool air on my scalp. When she turned the clippers off I came to realizing my level of arousal.
“Feels good doesn’t it girl?” Christy quipped as I instantly blushed and felt completely exposed. I nodded and took in Dan’s gaze.
Christy quickly went back to work blending the fade with precision as I enjoyed the experience.
Satisfied with her work she dusted me off and applied warm lather to my nape and ears putting a straight razor to work lining up the job.
The gentle scrape of the razor sent chills down my spine as she seemed to be shaving me just a bit too high.
“Wait until you feel how smooth this is when I am done.” She said almost purring.
She cleaned me up with a warm towel and released me from her cape inquiring “Wanna see how it feels?”
Instinctively my finger tips crept up to my nape. It was barren and soft. Moving higher the feel of stubble and the ever so bristles remaining on my crown reactivated the chills.
I was nearly bald and loved it. I felt free and empowered. Dan’s look also gave me the confidence of attraction.
Christy broke the silence. “This one is on me. You two have fun until we see you back!”
We both thanked her and exited the shop knowing we had started something a bit unexpected but impossible to stop.
