Alice Loses Out

‘Get off me, you bastard, I have had enough of your begging and pleading and whining and whimpering.  I will not let you shave my head, I had a Brazilian wax for you and I shave my eyebrows, but you will never see me bald, in fact, you will never see me naked again either.  Get out, this room is now out of bounds to you.’ Alice shouted as she threw Harry’s pillow at him while trying to pull her short nightie over her tiny breasts and cover her seemingly shameful hairless body.  ‘You can sleep in the guest room or any other corner you wish to crawl into.’

Harry scooped his pillow and pyjamas as he scurried out of the room. Rather get away from her rage than face any more of her venom because, apart from her furrowed brow, it was hard to discern her actual mood due to her total lack of eyebrows.

A stony silence descended over the house with Harry and Alice barely communicating. He found his clothing for the day outside the guest room door and that evening the remainder of his stuff was dumped on the bed.

Harry working from his office at home and Alice going to her psychiatrist receptionist job every day, working full days except for Wednesday and Saturdays when she was supposed to knock off at 12.00, but she had been coming home later and later each week without feasible excuses, now of course there were no excuses offered at all.

It was one such Saturday that Harry was returning home from an unusual client visit when he decided to rather drive through one of the richer suburbs as he was in no hurry.  On a quiet leafy street he saw Alice’s car, he doubled back to make sure, it was definitely her Audi, the plates confirmed it, just then a car pulled out of a parking space about five cars ahead so he pulled into the space.  Harry positioned himself and his mirrors so he could watch the Audi, listening to his favourite radio station while he waited.  As expected, Alice stepped onto the pavement an hour later, holding the hand of Joe, her boss.  At the Audi she turned and Joe kissed her, with one arm around her he fondled her breast with his other hand, not that there was much to fondle, while she returned the kiss.  Harry got out of his car and was standing against the door as Alice pulled out.  When she got closer she saw him and her hand flew to her mouth, her car slowed as Harry’s presence registered on her, and then she sped away as she floored the gas pedal.

Harry took his time getting home, and as expected, Alice was in the bedroom packing.  As she saw him, she retreated behind her case, evidently clutching something out of view.

‘Don’t try anything, Joe is outside and one scream from me will have him here in seconds.’ She threatened.  ‘I am leaving.  I will come for the remainder of my things tomorrow and Wednesday, I would prefer it if you were not here then.

‘As you wish.’ Harry replied with a shrug and turned on his heel, heading for his office.  About an hour later he heard the front door slam, going to check, he found the bedroom door locked, as he knew it would be.  The next day he spent the day at the park and discovered that watching radio controlled model yacht racing on the lake about as interesting as watching a faucet dripping.  More interesting were the girls cycling in their shorts and boob tubes although women were not his favourite topic at the moment.

The bedroom door was still locked when he got home, but he noticed many small items missing like DVD’s, not that it mattered to him.  Missing too were any photos that had Alice in them.  Wednesday the bedroom door was open and the room was bare apart from the bedding and fixtures.  Alice had made sure that everything of hers had been removed, much to Harry’s relief.  Early the following week he was served with a divorce notice and a few days later a list of her demands.  Fortunately all she wanted was her Audi, her personal belongings, which she had already taken, and the $15,000 that they had in their ‘rainy day’ savings account.  This Harry gladly conceded to.

The divorce was finalised within a few months and Harry was relieved to be able to carry on with his life.  One Saturday night as Harry was deciding to go to bed his doorbell rang.  Surprised, he opened it to find a woman standing there.  It took him a few moments to recognise her, Veronica, an old friend of Alice’s from when they were student nurses.  They had remained friends and Alice had invited her to their home several times in the early days of their marriage, but that strangely stopped.  Now Veronica was standing on his doorstep, obviously very distressed, her face streaked with tears.  Harry invited her in and led her to the sitting room.

‘She kicked me out, I have been riding around for hours……..  I did not know what to do…….I found myself in your neighbourhood……. you had always been so good to me……I hope you don’t mind?’ she sobbed, dabbing her eyes with a Kleenex.

Harry laid his hand on her hand. ‘Something to drink Veronica,’ asked Harry, ‘coffee or tea?

‘No thanks, they stop me from sleeping.’ She replied.

‘Some hot chocolate?’ tried Harry.

‘Thanks Harry, that would be nice.’ She said, twisting the tissue around her fingers.

Harry went off to the kitchen to prepare the drinks, thinking back to the days when Veronica was a visitor at their home.  She was not unattractive, on the short side and a little tubby.  What Harry remembered vividly was her magnificent breasts.  Large and firm, Alice had told him that Veronica never wore a bra, also that she had very pronounced nipples which she tried to hide in loose type summer dresses, and then her lips.  She had the most sensuous perfectly shaped lips, inviting and infinitely kissable lips, she had kissed Harry once at the wedding and it was one of the highlights of that day.   The downside was her hair.  It was thin, stringy, dark brown and barely covered her scalp and although she was conscious of it, she had given up trying to do anything with it, leaving it brushed straight down where it hung almost to her shoulders.

Bringing back the hot drinks, Harry handed Veronica her mug which she took and wrapped her hands around it as if to warm them, Harry sat down beside her and asked her what had happened.

‘Alice invited me to dinner this evening, to meet her new husband and more likely to show off the mansion she now lorded over.  The meal went well.  Joe is rather an austere person, spoke little and was quick to find fault, not the kind of person I could easily get to like.  Over liqueurs the conversation turned to shop talk and I happened to mention that we had discovered that a certain combination of drugs was causing liver cells to die off.  Joe asked what drugs these were and I told him.  He flew into a rage, saying that these were some of the main drugs prescribed by psychiatrists and he and his colleagues relied heavily on them.  I told him that the findings had already been forwarded to the FDA by the referring GP’s and the finding would probably be released within the next 18 months.  Joe went ballistic and Alice joined in.  It turned into a screaming match until Alice said that she could not believe that I could stab her and her husband in the back like this.  No amount of reasoning would appease her and before I knew it, she handed me my stuff and led me to the door.” Veronica started to sob again and leaned into Harry for comfort.  Harry tried to console her and after what seemed to be an age, she calmed down.

Harry steered the conversation to something more mundane and Veronica slowly responded to his calming manner.  They talked for a while until Harry glanced at the clock. ‘Good grief Veronica, do you see what the time is, it’s well gone midnight!’

‘Oh no!’ cried Veronica, ‘I must go, it will take me almost an hour to get home.’

‘Why don’t you spend the night here, the guest room is made up and I am sure I could find you a T shirt to sleep in, then you can leave whenever you like tomorrow.’

Veronica seems sceptical at first, weighing the proposal up in her head. ‘Are you sure I will not be putting you out Harry?’ she asked.

Harry found her a T shirt and she remembered the layout of the house from earlier visits.  They said good night and retired to their respective rooms, Harry telling her that he would leave his door slightly open if she needed to call him.

Still awake almost an hour later, Harry senses his door opening and realised that Veronica was standing there.

‘I cannot sleep and do not want to be alone, can I crawl in with you, I just need some company.’ She said in a small voice.  Switching on his light, Harry lifter the other side covers of the bed and Veronica came over, she folded the top sheet back and slipped in on top of it.  “Thanks your Harry, I will be alright now.’ She said as she leaned over and kissed him softly on his cheek before turning over.  Harry listened to her breathing for a while and eventually fell asleep when he realised that she was asleep.

In the morning Harry woke up to the smell of coffee that Veronica was holding.  She sat on the bed while they had their coffee. Veronica was eager to leave and when Harry asked if he could call her, she said that she would call him. Harry wondered if that would ever happen.

It did, Veronica phoned him the next Thursday and invited him to dinner at an Italian restaurant near her place for the Friday night.  Harry accepted and found the food there to be amongst the best Italian food he had ever eaten.  Afterwards they did a bit of window shopping before Veronica invited Harry up to her apartment.  Over some more wine, they started chatting and Harry remarked that there were two things that had always attracted him to her.  Smiling she asked him what the other one was.

Harry looked puzzled and Veronica chuckled.  ‘Come on Harry, let’s not beat around the bush, you know that a man almost always looks at a woman’s breasts directly after looking into her eyes for a few seconds, and the pun was intended because I do not have a bush, but that is a story for another time.  So what is the other thing?’

‘Your lips.’ He replied, ‘they are absolutely beautiful, they look so soft and inviting, so perfectly shaped, so kissable.’

Veronica move closer to Harry on the sofa and suddenly leaned forward and kissed him fully on the mouth, ‘You mean something like that?’  Harry’s mouth fell open in surprise as she sat back, Veronica moved in again and this time put her tongue into his mouth, searching for his tongue.  Harry had often dreamed of this moment and took full advantage of the proffered mouth that he had kissed so many times in his fantasies, in fact they spent the reminder of the evening locked in their embrace, except when Veronica took his hand and placed it on her breast.  Through the loose material of her dress, he felt the firmest most unbelievable breast.  It was near perfectly conical and so large that his hand could not fully cup the underside, her nipple was the size of a grape, and as hard.

Veronica moved away slightly and whispered in his ear, ‘Do you like that?’  Harry closed her mouth with his and continued caressing that magnificent breast, catching her nipple and gently rolling it between his fingers.  Neither of them ventured down below, perfectly happy to enjoy the current level of intimacy.

Taking a breather, Veronica informed Harry that she had to be on duty at the laboratory the next day.  ‘Come spend next weekend with me,’ asked Harry, ‘it is a long weekend?’

Veronica thought for a while and agreed. ‘We are actually closing early on the Friday so I can get there ahead of the traffic, that would be terrific, I am starting to get cabin fever here and need a change of surroundings, that would be fantastic, thanks you.’ she said as she kissed him again and he cupped both her breasts in his hands.  She smiled as she said good night, wiggling her breasts in his grip.

Veronica arrive at Harry’s after four the next Friday and drove into the garage as Harry opened the door.  ‘Hope you have not been waiting long?’ said Veronica as she got out of her Honda clutching a small suitcase.

‘Only six days’, answered Harry, as he led her inside.  The kissed, chatted, ate supper and kissed in front of the TV until about nine when Harry asked if Veronica wanted to shower.  She did so and was in bed when Harry came out of the shower.  She was lying on her back, the covers pulled up to just above her breasts which stood up proudly.  Once in bed Veronica suggested he remove his boxer shorts as she was already naked, the way she always slept anyway.

Clasping Veronica in his arms, he was amazed at her soft smooth skin as his hands slid down from her breasts to her belly and down to her smooth hairless pubes, she gave a sly smile, knowing that a hairless pubic area was what he loved. Their lips met again as his hand slid down to the inside of her thighs where he gently stroked her, occasionally just brushing her vagina, to which Veronica gave a little shudder each time.  His hand slowly moved to cover her vagina as he moved his mouth to a nipple which swelled even more to his ministrations while she snuggled closer to him.  He felt her vagina start to moisten as he caressed it, feeling for her clitoris which fell victim to his gentle touch, making Veronica shudder harder while she moistened even more.

Using this as his cue, Harry moved over her as she spread her legs.  Positioning himself for penetration he heard her whisper ‘Please don’t hurt me.’

He paused and looked at her, a tear had formed in the corner of her eye. “I will never hurt you, that I promise.’

Veronica placed her hands on his bottom and pulled him into her.  ‘I haven’t done this for a long time but it feels so good with you, make love to me, do this to me all night long”. And they did, well, with a few breaks.

That weekend was the precursor to many weekends spent together and with Veronica eventually giving up her little apartment and moving in with Harry and a love relationship growing stronger with time. The relationship was perfect, with no demands being made on either of the couple, time passing without being noticed.

One evening they were lying in bed in the warm glow of mutual satisfaction when Veronica said “Do you realise it is over a year ago that I came to you after that upset with Alice and that weird husband of hers?”

“Really?”

“Yes, I have been meaning to ask you but never found the courage to raise the subject and she never said much about it either, what was it that broke you and Alice up?” she said softly, turning towards him.

Harry closed his eyes for a moment, conjuring up those events, finally he said, “she was having an affair with her boss”.

“That I know, but there was more to it than that. She would never go into details, but something turned her off you completely, even before you caught her that Saturday afternoon. Actually she did call you a freak and a pervert, that I remember – although you have certainly proved otherwise with me”. She said thoughtfully. “You can tell me…… please tell me, I love you and need to know, please?”

Harry reluctantly replied, “I was nagging her about something, something that she totally refused to consider, it was something..… something that I have…..Ok, I have a fantasy, a fetish”.

Veronica cupped his cheek in her hand, “Please share it with me, I promise to understand, and if need be, it will never be raised again, you have my word”.

“I have this fantasy of making love to a bald woman, her smooth shaved scalp cupped in my hands as our bodies melt into each other, kissing her, kissing her as she looks up at me with a beautiful unencumbered face”, Harry replied softly.

Veronica leant back and after a long while said, just as softly, “Would you let me be your fantasy woman?”

There was dead silence, Veronica felt Harry’s pulse quicken as he pulled her closer. Eventually he asked her to repeat herself. She again said, “Would you let me be your fantasy woman?”

Harry’s breath was gasping as he said “Are you serious, would you…….I mean……you know what that means……no, no, I could never let you do that!”

“Shush Harry, listen to me, you know the trouble I have with my hair. It is a mousy colour, lank, oily and straight for as long as I can remember, I have absolutely hated my hair, you know how I battle with my hair, every single day is a bad hair day and I can promise you. I have often thought of getting rid of the lot, yes, shaving it all off but I have never had the courage nor the incentive to actually go through with it. Now I have the incentive and I can make it an act of love. It would give me the greatest pleasure and satisfaction to go bald for you, that is how much I love you.”

“Honey, this is really too much to expect of you, especially on the spur of the moment, let us at least take some time to discuss this, look into the implications and the impact it would have on both of our lives.” Harry said, still in shock.

The following night in bed Veronica opened the conversation, “Harry, you said that I must think about my immediate agreement to go bald for you, I have thought about it all day and have not changed my mind, I want to be bald, I want you to shave my head as you have evidently have always wanted to do to a woman, and I am honoured that you have chosen me. Had you asked me even before Alice managed to lure you away from me I would have agreed in a flash. However there is one thing that I feel I must ask of you. I need you to make a commitment, no, do not panic. We have both been through marriage and the results were not good. I do not want people to say things like, that is Harry’s bald girlfriend, or that is the bald woman that Harry dates, things like that.” She said, taking a breath, she continued, “What if we got engaged, I wear your ring and we have that extra bond, my bald head and your ring on my finger.”

Harry thought for a moment and smiled, he liked the idea. Veronica added, “And straight after the last guests have left you shave my head, wow, this is going to be sensational.”

The party was arranged for a Friday night some weeks ahead, not a large party but enough friends to create a jovial atmosphere. During the festivities Harry called for attention, went down on one knee in front of Veronica and stated, “Veronica my darling, will you make me proud and consent to becoming my fiancée?” As pre-arranged, she of course agreed and with great ceremony a beautiful engagement ring, not a diamond but a cubic zirconia, was place on her finger, amidst much applause. The party continued a while longer and by 11.00 most people had left. Some of Veronica’s friends wanted to stay and help clear up but they were quickly shooed away.

Veronica cleared a space in the kitchen and place a chair in an open space. Harry returned holding a spray bottle and a small box. He kissed Veronica gently and asked for the umpteenth time if she was sure about this, she just nodded her head. Sitting down she asked Harry how he planned to go about shaving her head, expecting him to come in with a set of clippers and other paraphernalia.

“I was thinking of doing it the way it is done in Indian temples, They wet down the hair and then use a razor with replaceable blades. Starting along the center parting I will shave the top on each side and then do the do the sides.” He explained.

“Are you sure about that razor, it looks kind of lethal.” Veronica replied, sounding a little frightened.

“Don’t worry, I have been practising on myself and have got it tapped, I have not cut my face yet and I am sure a plain rounded head will be a cinch.”

She sat down and quietly accepted the warm water being sprayed onto the top of her head but moved slightly when she saw the open razor approaching her head. Harry laid a hand on her shoulder to pacify her and she started to relax. She felt a strange light pulling on as the razor took away the first few strands of her hair, knowing that this was what she had agreed to and had been preparing for the past few weeks. She had a ring on her finger to assure her that it was all being done for love. Not having a mirror in front of her, she went solely by feel, feeling the razor move from the top down her head to just above her ears and then do the same a little further back. Little movements as she felt it glide over what must be bare skin. Occasional Harry would spray more water to keep her head moist to prevent the razor snagging skin. What seemed like an eternity, Harry stepped back and Veronica raised her hand to her head. The top of her head was completely smooth right back to her crown but she could feel the hair still touching her neck around the sides.

“I am just going to change the blade.” Harry said as he kissed her newly exposed scalp, a feeling so foreign and strange for both of them although Harry had so often dreamed of doing this. “Do you want to see what it looks like so far?” he asked. She went to the bathroom and came back, not shocked or subdued as he might have expected, but laughing softly.

“I look like Benjamin Franklin, a little, he had more and fuller hair, much better than mine. I have thought of a name for this style. What about a Nohawk, you know, instead of a Mohawk.” She smiled.

“Actually it does have a name, It is called a ‘Cul de Sac’ or a Skullet, sorry about that.”

“Ugh, what an ugly name, imagine walking down the street and people pointing and saying that you have a skullet, better get on with it and turn me into what you have been longing for.” She said with an amusing finality I her voice.

Harry sprayed some more water on the side of her head and carefully shaved from her sideburns, over her ears and around to the back of her head, then he proceeded to do the same on the other side. He laid down the razor and felt around Veronica’s head for any patches he may have missed, touching the razor here and there on small areas that needed a final touch.

”Finished!” said Harry and Veronica raise her hand to her head. Her mouth slowly opened as she felt her head, totally devoid of hair, hair that she had hated for most of her life. A smile spread across her face, soon both hands were rubbing her head in a sense of newfound freedom, a feeling of release from a burden she had carried for so long. Harry too was smiling. Veronica, who was always good looking was now stunning, not only in his eyes, but in reality. Her hair that had detracted from her looks now no longer spoiled her features.

“Now for the final part of your fantasy.” Whispered Veronica. Harry looked puzzled but she stood up, took his hand and led him to their bedroom. Within seconds they had each other naked. Veronica fell backwards onto the bed her legs open and her wet vaginal ready as he slowly slid into her, his hands tentatively caressing her bald scalp. Veronica shuddered as she reached an almost instant orgasm.

“Don’t stop, go on, give me more!” she shouted, her body shuddering uncontrollably as Harry sent his load far into her. “This is so amazing, I have never experienced anything like this before, you are the best, better than the best, I love you, I cannot stop coming……. Ooooo!” Now her hands were rubbing her head too as she discovered that she had a new erotic zone.

They lost count of the times they made love that night, and into the next morning. Veronica was still asleep when Harry woke up. He lay propped up on one arm as he stared at the beautiful bald woman lying next to him sleeping so peacefully. This was a scene that he would repeat often in the future, deeply in love and utterly grateful that such an amazing woman was his and had given so much of herself to him.

Veronica never wore a wig. She was quite happy to show herself in public and ignore the occasional stares she got from people. She would wear a cap when the sun dictated it, or a rain hat if needed. She found, much to her relief that she no longer needed to wear those ridiculous paper caps at work as she had no hair to contaminate their test specimens in the lab.

It was some time afterwards that they learned that our Psychiatrist Joe had been lured back by his witch ex and his whining daughters and that Alice once again found herself a divorcee, living alone in a small apartment that Joe had provided for her. Neither Harry nor Veronica felt much sympathy for her.

Several months later Veronica came out of the bathroom, having just had a shower and a luxurious head shave with her favourite headblade. Hearing someone speaking to Harry she slipped on a house coat, put on a little make up and walked into the lounge.

“Alice! What a surprise.”  She said.

Alice turned around and her mouth dropped open, “Veronica……… so he finally persuaded some women to let him shave her head.” She said with some malice in her voice.

“Actually I offered, and let me tell you, I love it.” Veronica replied, just as sharply, rubbing her hand over her very smooth oiled head.

Alice noticed the ring and gasped, “You’re engaged?” Veronica waved the ring in front of Alice’s face and nodded.

“So what actually brings you here Alice?” Harry asked.

“I came with a proposition, but it seems I am too late, it doesn’t matter now.” She replied.

They made small talk for a while until Alice said she had to go and they all made their way to the door, Harry with his arm around Veronica’s waist. Alice turned to them and looked at Veronica. “May I…. feel it…….Please? She said softly. Veronica looked at Harry, who nodded. Leaning her head forward. Alice reached up and tentatively touched her fingers to the smooth scalp proffered to her, then she placed her palm and eventually both hands on Veronica’s head, her eyes closed as she slowly rubbed her hands over the strange smoothness of Veronica’s bare head.

After an inordinately long time Veronica coughed and Alice opened her eyes, jerking her hands away as she realised that she was now getting into personal space.

“I am sorry.” She mumbled, “I seem to have got carried away. It has been good to see you again, we must do this more often.”

Harry looked at Veronica, who shook her head. “I do not think that’s a good idea.” he answered. Alice’s face took on that look of fury that Harry knew so well. She turned away and hurried to her car, pulling away violently.

“I wonder what all that was about?” said Harry thoughtfully.

“I think that Alice has come to earth with a severe bump and has realised that perhaps being bald was a better proposition than living alone in a dingy apartment.” Ventured Veronica.

“Seems you have come to my rescue again honey.”

“Well there was the choice of having sex with a bald woman or making love to a bald woman, and I remember you saying your fantasy was making love to a bald woman.” Veronica said with a sly smile.

“Is there a difference?” asked Harry with a slight frown.

Veronica slid out of his arms and took his arm, “Men? Come with me and let me show you!”