Jethro
My husband and I have been together for a while. Since college and that was a good 10 years ago.
Danny was in a couple of my college classes, and we caught each other’s eye and one thing led to another and we got married not too long after graduation.
We are both engineers and have made a nice living for ourselves and our family of two children. Danny is a Civil Engineer and I am a Mechanical Engineer. Our two kids were Shannon age 9 and Andy age 8.
Danny put himself through school by working, and I did it the old-fashioned way. Student loans.
Those loans are slowly but surely coming to an end. I just want them gone.
Danny’s way was to work a regular Saturday shift, with some odd afternoons, at a local barbershop. Between the salary and tips, he did pretty well. But once we graduated, there wasn’t a lot of time for him to continue practicing cutting hair.
I have always had what I considered to be a short hair cut. Not exactly pixie short but cut over my ears with somewhat shaggy sideburns and a bit shaggy in the back.
I know Danny would have preferred it to be shorter and more geometric. Whenever I said I had a hair appointment, he would make sure to mention it could always be shorter.
I was having none of that. In my mind it was already short enough. And that’s what I kept telling him, over and over again.
And it was shorter than most women had theirs, but not short short if you know what I mean. I never wanted to stand out in a crowd even though I knew my physical attributes could attract attention.
I am 5’8” tall and hover right around 125 pounds. My bust is a good 36 and my hips are the same. Pretty curvy. Over the years I can and I have attracted my share of attention.
I think my hair is very nicely done too. Like I said, it has always been somewhat short, and Danny has mentioned that it was the first thing he noticed about me. I had it cut from being longer on entering college and found it to be a good look for me and very comfortable. I haven’t changed it in a long time.
It is a dark blonde or light brown, depending on the lighting. Thick with just a touch of a wave.
As I said, Danny would prefer something shorter. But I was not at all ready for a cut as short as I thought he would prefer. I thought it would remove my femininity. Danny clearly thought otherwise.
I knew he would look at pictures of models with very short hair and then glance at me. Sort of like an artist sizing up a picture they wanted to create. I would see them, but I never made a big thing about it.
One Saturday we were down in our basement cleaning things up. We had a party planned for next week and we decided we would have it down there. It is a finished basement, and it is wide open with fairly high ceilings. Perfect for a large number of people without feeling confining.
When we had it finished, we made sure to include a nice bar and mini-kitchen area. It was also something of an escape for the two of us, and then a gathering place for the kids and their friends. We had a big screen TV there, pool table and games for us and the kids.
As is usual for anything in a house that has things out of sight, it has become a collecting spot for junk. Which is why Danny and I were down there picking stuff up for either the trash or to be donated. If we were having a party there, we needed it spruced up.
As I was going through some old boxes, there was one that hadn’t been touched, probably since college. I opened it up and found Danny’s old barbering tools.
“Danny, look at what I found,” I said somewhat cheerily. And I thought to myself why was I so happy to have found this old stuff?
Danny walked over and looked at it and said, “Wow, I wondered where that stuff was. I’m glad you found it.”
“Are you planning on moonlighting or something?” I was a little curious as to his sudden interest here.
“No, nothing like that. The haircutting skills are like riding a bike though. They never really leave you. I could probably start right back where I left off.”
I snorted at that comment. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious Beth. I could plug in those clippers or use the scissors just like it was yesterday.” And he got a look in his eyes.
“And just who would you use those skills on?” Now why did I ever say that?
Finding the tools and then talking about him picking up where he’d left off were suddenly stirring something inside me. Something that was usually reserved for the bedroom.
“Well, I could start with you.”
The challenge had been made. And now the stirring I was feeling became more intense.
“Really? You think you could just cut my hair. Something you haven’t done in 10 years and do it right?”
What was I saying and why was I even saying it? And then where was this going? What was I possibly getting myself into, and more importantly, why the hell would I ever utter these words?
My mind said I needed to put the stops on this right now.
Danny’s ego, and maybe his desires, were taking him over. “Absolutely. Beth, I wouldn’t hesitate to cut your hair and make you look stunning. And I’d do it right now.”
I couldn’t stop. The stirrings were becoming a minor volcano, and I was feeling like we were already in bed.
And now I had to challenge him.
“And just how much would you cut off?”
His smile said it all, “I think I’ll just have to show you.”
OMG. And I just threw myself at him and kissed him like we were two lovesick fools still in school.
We disengaged from our kissing moment, and Danny went to the bar and returned with a stool.
“Beth, you need to take off your clothes and sit down. We don’t want your hair all over them.”
My mind was telling me I should have stopped right there. But my emotions were just pushing me along to do something I would never have done otherwise.
Something had control over me that I couldn’t stop. I wanted Danny to take charge.
And now I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough. I was completely out of control. Something had taken control of me ever since I found those barber tools.
Danny went back to the box of his old tools and picked up a pair of scissors. They were carefully packed away in their original package. And they didn’t have a spot of rust on them. They gleamed in the basement lights as if they were brand new.
And then he reached in and picked up something that should have filled me with dread. But instead of dread, all I felt was a weakening of my willpower. And a growing wetness between my legs.
Danny had picked up his set of clippers, complete with guides.
My brain screamed, “Run Beth” but my muscles remained frozen. I wanted whatever Danny was about to do. Whatever it may be.
He came back to where I was perched on the stool. Naked as the day I was born. And my breath was shallow and quick.
He laid down the tools he had found and then returned to the box and rummaged around until he found whatever else he wanted in there.
He had found and picked up a spray bottle and a set of combs and two other pairs of scissors. All in perfect order. He also found another pair of scissors, looked them over and returned them to the box.
He took the spray bottle to the bar and filled the reservoir with water and tested the mechanism. Satisfied, he returned to me on my seat.
It took him all of 2 seconds to realize my emotional state. And I could see his was also set on high.
He quickly took his clothes off, so now there were two completely naked adults in the basement.
I had a brief thought about what to do if the kids came home and quickly ignored the thought.
Danny was spraying my hair to wet it and combing it to ensure it was wet enough. Drops of water came off it and landed on me.
“So, you wanted to know how much I was going to cut off Beth?”
I could not speak. I simply nodded.
“About this much.” And he combed out a section around the crown and using the scissors I heard a snip.
And then he dropped a six-inch piece of my hair onto my lap. I finally got my mouth to say, “Mewp”. And that was all. I was completely incapable of coherent speech.
My body was telling me I was as excited as I had ever been.
Danny continued the combing, lifting and cutting. The initial six-inch piece was quickly joined by a lot of its friends.
We had no mirrors in the basement. I had no idea what I looked like, and at that moment, I couldn’t have cared less. But I knew my hair was now a fraction of the length it had been that morning.
“What do you think Beth? Is this what you thought we’d be doing today?”
Another “Mewp” sound escaped my lips.
At this Danny turned his attention to other parts of me. He smiled and noticed my boobs were as perky as they had ever been. And a quick glance at my legs and the wetness there confirmed to him my emotional state.
He quickly fondled my left breast paying it brief attention. But when he got to my legs he took his time there. Enjoying the moment.
“I think you are gonna love the outcome. Beth, I have wanted to do this for so long. This is going to be a stunner on you.”
Danny then returned his attention to my head. He then used his comb and scissors to remove a lot of hair on the left side. Judging from what I saw on my lap simply confirmed I was losing a lot of hair.
And for some reason, I wanted him to continue.
He kept cutting towards the back and then the right side. The pile of hair in my lap and falling to the floor was huge. I didn’t know I had this much hair and he was still cutting.
He put down his scissors, and I briefly thought the haircut was over. But something inside me silently begged him not to stop.
And he didn’t.
He picked up his clippers, plugged them in, and selected a guide with steel teeth.
He flicked a switch and a high-pitched whirring came from them. Danny seemed completely satisfied with how they were operating.
Coming to my left side he placed the clippers in front of my ear and eased them up. Very high up. A clump of hair fell onto my lap and there was way more hair than I ever thought possible given that he’d already cut what I had thought was a lot with the scissors.
I knew my shaggy sideburns were gone.
I finally found my voice. “Danny, just how short are we going here? There’s a lot of hair already in my lap and it looks like it’s going shorter.”
“Pretty short, Beth. I said you were gonna be stunning and this is gonna turn heads and be beautiful on you all at the same time.”
I reverted to silence. I was in a state of ecstasy. I wanted to know about the state of my hair, but I also wanted him to keep going. The rational part of me knew it was insane, but I could not help myself. The emotional part was in control.
Danny continued to use his clippers. Going completely around my head.
I knew my hair was very short. The shaggy hair in the back was probably also gone. I could feel the clippers against my skin.
Danny turned to his tools again. Without turning the clippers off he took the guide from them and replaced them with another.
Returning to my left side, he eased the clippers up in front of my left ear again. A smaller clump of hair came off this time. Maybe a quarter of an inch. And that clump rolled down and off my boobs into my lap.
He continued this process around my head.
Again, I was still in ecstasy. But becoming a bit concerned about how short things were going here.
But my body still refused to complain, and I remained firmly planted on the barstool.
Danny stopped with the clippers for a moment. And returned to his tools he had found in the box.
With the clippers still running he removed the 2nd guide and selected a 3rd. Coming at my left ear again he eased them up and the little ball of hair that rolled onto my left boob was a fraction of the 2nd length.
He was cutting it very short.
I had no idea how short it was. But just the thought and the feelings of him cutting my hair were amazing.
He used the clippers a bit differently this time too. Instead of going up carefully, he seemed to be just brushing them against my skin. Going all the way around my head again.
I knew my hair was as short as a man’s. But at this point, I didn’t care. I wanted more of whatever Danny was doing.
Danny finally turned off the clippers and put them down.
Picking up a smaller pair of scissors, he reached for his comb and returned his attention to the hair on top.
“Danny, how do I look?” I was afraid of what his answer might be.
“Beth, just take a look at my legs and I think you’ll get a pretty good idea.”
He was as stiff as a board. And huge. I had never seen him this big. I knew he thought I looked pretty damn good.
Using his comb, he selected a piece of hair at the crown of my head. I think he was point cutting across it and was chipping away. Ensuring a good final look.
But the feeling of how much he was selecting and cutting made it feel very short indeed.
Finally, he told me to look up at him with his comb in his hand. “Close your eyes, Beth.” And I could feel his comb going into my bangs and then the scissors cutting them. Instead of cutting across my forehead, he seemed to be chunking away at them.
Finished with that, he picked up a large and very soft brush and used it to sweep away my hair from every place it had fallen to. And I do mean everywhere.
“Beth, I don’t have a blow dryer in there. We’ll have to finish this upstairs in our bathroom and use some product to finish it off.”
And he ruffled my now almost dry hair and said, “Go see what you think.”
We kissed again. A long, passionate kiss. A moment of bliss for us before I saw the actual result of what he’d done to me.
I grabbed my clothes and climbed the stairs up to the main floor on my way to our bathroom and could hear him start a shop vac to clean up the hair.
On entering our bathroom, I looked into the mirror and could barely hold my breath.
OMG, OMG went through my mind.
I was looking at a woman with the shortest hair in the most beautiful unique style I had ever seen. I reached up to touch it.
The feeling was like nothing I could have imagined. It was so soft and airy. Like touching something from a fairy tale.
And then I turned my head. Danny had given me a true fade on the sides and apparently the back too.
It was simply skin going up to the somewhat longer light brown or blonde hair further up the sides. But saying longer is a relative thing. The top was no more than an inch in length.
It wasn’t me. It couldn’t be me. I looked like one of the pictures he’d been checking out on-line.
But the reflection moved when I moved.
It was a haircut I would have never asked a stylist to do. It was so very short. I never wanted very short hair. But I had very short hair now.
I immediately loved it.
Danny had apparently finished whatever he had to do in the basement and came up behind me.
Looking a bit apprehensive, he looked at me in the mirror. “What do you think? Awful, or stunning?”
I grinned at him, turned and said, “Why are we standing in the bathroom naked? We need to be doing something in bed.”
And we had quite the afternoon.
When we finished, I said I needed a shower to really clean up. We both entered the shower and cleaned each other.
Danny said he needed to finish the look with some product I had. I had never used it the way he did though. He was right. His old skills were indeed like riding a bike.
Looking in the mirror when he was done, I could see exactly what he meant when he said it was a stunning look.
When I turned from side to side, the sides, and I guessed the back too, almost seemed to be shaved because of my light hair color. But the feeling I had when I put my fingers in it was just enough to make me gooey all over again.
Danny had finished my hair with a wet look. I didn’t even know that product could get this look. And he had styled it up and away from my face.
“Beth, I never intended to cut your hair this short. I mean, I really did in my fantasies. But truthfully, I never actually wanted to take you this short. But you really seemed to be getting into my cutting and it just kind of took on a life of its own. Forgive me?”
“Danny, I don’t know why but I was so turned on when I first found your barber tools. Then when you took control and actually cut some, I just lost it. I didn’t want the cutting to end. Looking at it now, I’m just so glad you recognized that and realized this must have been something I subconsciously wanted. And I cannot believe I am so in love with how you cut it. There’s nothing to forgive. I love you and right now all I can say is Thank You.”
Danny breathed a huge sigh of relief. And returned his attention to my hair.
“You can also forget the product and style it any way you want. I left the bangs kind of choppy so it’s a look for daytime or the office.”
The office! What were my co-workers going to say? What were our kids going to say?
We found out about the kids later that afternoon.
Shannon was stunned but very pleased. We told her about Danny’s old job as a barber. “Daddy, I had no idea you could cut hair. And you did a great job on Mom.” Very diplomatic for a 9 year old.
Andy came home and took one look at me and the shock was evident. We also told him about Danny’s old job. “I never thought you would ever change, Mom. I’ve never seen you in any pictures with anything but the style you’ve always had. You look cool.”
I could see Danny was still as turned on as I was. We put the kids in bed and made an excuse to go to bed early, telling each other we were tired from getting the basement ready for our party. At least that’s what we told ourselves. Danny and I had several more good rolls in bed before the work week started.
Work. I was a bit concerned about the reaction I’d get there.
As it turned out, I needn’t have worried at all. While people were surprised, they were also very positive in their responses to me.
Danny sensed I really liked this haircut. I noticed a few packages from Amazon had arrived and quickly disappeared.
About 3 weeks after my haircut. My hair had grown a little and I was getting itchy. Itchy for another haircut.
I told Danny we needed to make sure the basement was properly cleaned up after the party.
But as soon as we got downstairs, I quickly removed my clothes and told Danny I needed a trim. He very quickly removed his clothes and got down to business.
I soon found out what was in the packages from Amazon. A cape, some neck tissues and another pair of strange looking scissors.
Danny cut my hair at least as short as the last time. But before he removed the cape, he unveiled the strange looking scissors. With a good look at them I realized they were thinning shears.
“Beth, I didn’t have these before. Well, actually I did, but when I put them into that box years ago, I guess I didn’t package them right and they were ruined with rust. These are really going to finish the look.”
And he expertly used them. The ball of hair they cut off seemed huge but wasn’t really that much hair and my hair both looked and felt better than it did 3 weeks ago.
About two months after my first haircut, I passed a cubicle with a few people inside. They were talking. About me. “Have you noticed Beth seems more assured these days or is it just me?” I smiled to myself at the compliment.
But apparently, they were not alone. Now when I speak during meetings, I think I get more attention than I used to. And people seem to take me more seriously. I don’t know if I am being more forceful, or if people now perceive me that way. Maybe I need to assert myself and get a promotion to a lead engineering job.
Could a simple haircut change the way people think about you? Or the way I think about myself. Maybe so.
This is now Danny’s and my routine. Every 3 weeks we head to the basement, and I get a freshening up of my fade. I love it, and when either I or Danny runs our fingers through it, I get that familiar, wet, and happy feeling all over again. And all we want to do is run together to our bedroom.
