Gabriel
Groundhog Day revisited
Samantha’s phone played her wake up tune, Supertramp’s Dreamer, followed by her morning welcome “Hello gorgeous, it’s February 2nd today, Groundhog Day, the sun is shining, temperature around 7 degrees”.
She listened to the message, confused about the error in her phone, February 2nd was yesterday… Stupid Android thing, she thought, since the last update more things had changed for the worse… No more specific ring-tones as her mother called, nor when some WhatsApp messages came through. But this was really annoying.
She stood up in her hotel-room and went to the bathroom. New towels, new shampoo… How could she have missed this yesterday, it seemed to her as if room-service had entered during the night. Weird!
She went to the dining-room to fetch some breakfast, same scenery as yesterday. Thank god, she thought, nothing changed, so I’m not abducted or so (she giggled to herself). She took the morning paper from the desk, a ritual she loved, reading while having breakfast. It was a local paper, but of yesterday, as she read the same articles as yesterday. Weird, why would they put old papers on the desk?
Then she saw something strange, a young girl spilling her milk for her muesli… The same girl who did that yesterday morning. She chuckled, weird habits of clumsy people. The mother of the girl reacted as if it was the first time it happened, and reprimanded her. Samantha was thinking that she’d have handled the situation differently, as this was the second day yet… The girl was defending herself bravely and poured new milk. So far so good. Samantha’s attention went back to yesterdays papers, scanning if she’d overlooked something worth reading… Well no, weather forecast seemed to have it right, finally “they” had made a good prognostic.
She went out the hotel, stumbled across some people she’d rather missed on the street, but alas in a big city some beggars belong to the scenery.
Walking she looked at her reflection: a tall young woman with the most gorgeous long legs and long flowing manes to die for, held together in a thick luscious ponytail. She came across a woman-only hair salon, looked inside and saw the young stylist busy with an elderly client. Apparently some daily routine, as she had seen this yesterday also. Then she had started thinking about cutting her hair by this stylist.
The stylist glanced outside, and their eyes met… which warmed Samantha on this cold day. Yesterday she had had the same glance, and this is why she now stopped at the salon. Maybe she should go in, she thought, but hesitated.
She was not yet sure that this would be the day she would make a change, a big change. For years, she had been growing her hair and wearing it in a ponytail, long and luscious, but it was time for a new look. And the sight of this tiny salon, and the beautiful stylist inside, made her feel more comforting.
She was greeted by the young stylist. “hello I’m Isabella, what can I do for you?” Samantha’s hesitation became a bit annoying for herself, but managed to spit out “I’m Samantha and I think it is time for some change, hope you can fit me in today?” So that wasn’t that difficult…
Isabella’s eyes lit up, a chance to work on those manes was a hole in one… she wouldn’t let this slip. But as she looked at her reservations, there was only a small gap at the end of her working day. Meaning, staying open in her free time…
“I can fit you in around 5 pm. Then you’ll be my final client. How’s that for you?”
Samantha thought, okay one more day enjoying and playing with her ponytail and at the end chop it off… “Sounds fine, I’ll be back at 5, just give me a call if you’ve an earlier opportunity.” “Sure, can be done, see you at 5 then.”
Samantha’s day went on, here and there she saw things she thought to recognize from the day before… some near accidents, nothing serious.
At the end of the day, 5 pm came sooner than expected, and she was back at Isabella’s salon. Isabella swept the remaining hair of previous clients in the corner.
“Take a seat Samantha, I’m all yours for the coming hour,” …and maybe for more…, Isabella’s thoughts run further than the words she spoke.
She took Samantha’s ponytail and let her fingers run through the soft silky strands of blond hair. On one side a shame to cut this ponytail, on the other a pleasure to do as she had a secret fetish for haircutting. The main reason she started her salon.
She unbound the ponytail, letting the long blond hair spilling over the back of the chair and over her hands. She knew already that some of these locks would end up in her private locker at home. To make her cum, on days she hadn’t inspiration for a fantasy.
Samantha’s hair was so soft and silky, it would be a shame to throw it away.
“So what are your plans for today, what do you want? A bit shorter, taking the bulk of so you’re ready for the hot days ahead? Or had something else in mind?” …like let me shave you to stubbles…, again the mind of Isabella finished the sentence.
Samantha decided to take a bold step, as she was a bit desperate, and needed to make a drastic change to her appearance.
“Well, actually I was thinking just something like that. I think a drastic change in my appearance would be a good idea. And back home my stylist doesn’t want to cut my ponytail. Hope you do… and maybe give it away to a good cause. Although on the other hand I’m scared to hell that it doesn’t fit me.”
Isabella, sensing Samantha’s hesitation, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, we can take it slow,” she said with a reassuring smile. “let me first wash it for you, then I’ll show you what you can look like without all this beautiful hair.”
Samantha took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m ready,” she said with conviction.
After the washing, in which Samantha received a relaxing massaging from Isabella, they went back to the chair. Isabella’s hands took care of the wet locks, blow drying them and brushing it out in the mean time.
“As you want to donate your hair, you have to cut at least half of your ponytail. Then it ends just over your shoulders. Do you realize that?”
“Well, I didn’t, but I think that’s how it must be done then.”
Isabella brushed the long blond locks and divided the hair. She picked up her scissors and began to snip away at the long locks. As Samantha watched her hair of her former ponytail fall to the floor, she felt a sense of liberation. Isabella styled her new shorter hair, and Samantha couldn’t help but smile at the new look. It would be easier to maintain each morning.
The snipped locks were gathered and bound in a new ponytail. Some strands Isabella kept for her own guilty pleasure.
As Samantha left the salon, she felt a new sense of confidence. She had made a big change, and it felt good. She had decided to donate her hair to a children’s hospital, so that it could bring joy to someone else. Isabella would take care of that.
Samantha woke up the next day, feeling a sense of confusion. Her cell phone just chimed about the 2nd of February, Groundhog Day, as if it was still the day before yesterday. She decided to pass by a repair shop today.
Once she stepped out of her bed, she noticed a strange feeling…
She had just donated her long ponytail the day before, but as she looked in the mirror, she saw that her hair had grown back to its original length.
She couldn’t believe it, she had cut off her ponytail, but it had grown back overnight.
How the hell could that have happened?
And as she looked around in her bathroom, everything fresh and not used… well strange hotel this, she thought, changing everything while she was still sleeping.
Fortunately not her beddings, of course the spilled make up would still be there…, no! It wasn’t any more on the corner, where she spilled her bottle of mascara yesterday.
She felt uncomfortable. What was happening to her in this hotel?
The dining-room for her breakfasting… still the papers of the day before yesterday, now that was not the service she’d expected. Sitting on her table, she saw the young girl from the day before. Would she spill her milk again, silently Samantha watched, holding her breath as the girl poured the milk and… indeed spilled it again, same scolding from the mother. How comical she thought.
Then she remembered her hair, less comical.
Feeling frustrated, Samantha decided to go back to Isabella’s salon. As she walked in, Isabella greeted her with a warm smile, but Samantha couldn’t see a look of surprise in her eyes as she noticed Samantha’s hair had grown back.
“I don’t understand it,” Samantha said, “I cut off my ponytail yesterday, but it’s back to its original length today.”
Isabella looked at her with understanding, vaguely she thought she remembered Samantha from another day when she’d glanced outside. Only what Samantha was telling her, she couldn’t fit in place. But telling someone as lovely as this client, that she was imagining a haircutting session, that was not done. And the opportunity to work on this beautiful hair…
She thought this was her lucky day, running her hands through those manes would be a real cherry on the pie…
“I can fit you in around 5 pm. Then you’ll be my final client. How’s that for you?”
Samantha thought, well yesterdays’ session was also at that time, I’ve no other options thus. One more day enjoying and playing with her ponytail and at the end chop it off…
“Sounds fine, I’ll be back at 5, just give me a call if you’ve an earlier opportunity.”
“Sure, can be done, see you at 5 then.”
And she was back at 5, saw Isabella sweeping the floor.
“Take a seat Samantha, I’m all yours for the coming hour,” …and maybe for more…, Isabella’s thoughts run further than the words she spoke.
She took Samantha’s ponytail and let her fingers run through the soft silky strands of blond hair. On one side a shame to cut this ponytail, on the other hand a pleasure, giving feed to her secret fetish for haircutting.
She unbound the ponytail, letting the long blond hair spilling over the back of the chair and her hands. She knew already that some of these locks would end up in her private locker at home. To make her cum on days she hadn’t inspiration for a fantasy.
Samantha’s hair was so soft and silky, it would be a shame to throw it away.
“So what are your plans for today, what do you want? A bit shorter, taking the bulk of so you’re ready for the hot days ahead? Or had something else in mind?” …like let me shave you to stubbles…, again the mind of Isabella finished the sentence.
“Well as I told you already…” Samantha started a bit annoyed “You already gave me a superb haircut and massage yesterday. But I don’t understand how my hair is back at the original length.”
“It seems that you feel like you are stuck in a time loop, reliving the same day over and over again,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t make a difference in the world around you.”
Samantha looked at Isabella with determination. She wasn’t imagining things, wasn’t she? She did cut off her ponytail… and it had grown back.
“You’re right,” she said. “I want to make a difference, and I want to do it by donating my hair again.”
Isabelle smiled and nodded. “Let’s do it,” she said.
And Isabella proceeded as the day before. Gathering the long blond locks, snipping them of and putting them in a ponytail…
Samantha was looking at the stylist, wondering how she would feel in her arms, or better in her bed. She was astonished by her thoughts. Isabella would surely never do this, how could she think about this…
At last the haircutting was done and Samantha left the salon. She had forgotten to pass by a phone repair shop, so that was something for tomorrow. Then she would make a thought about this nice stylist. She looked good, her brown hair in an untidy ponytail. She dreamed about taking the ponytail out of the clip and running her fingers through it… If she only was able to be near her for more than one hour.
With Isabella on her mind she went to bed and masturbated on the memories of this wonderful stylist, how her hands had massaged her scalp, how Isabella had taken her ponytail in her hands… enough for more than one orgasm.
Next morning, she woke up before her cellphone would chime, still expecting it would tell her it was the 5th of February… two days left in this town, two days to explore her feelings of lust for the stylist.
Supertramp sounded, followed by her morning welcome “Hello gorgeous, it’s February 2nd today, Groundhog Day, the sun is shining, temperature around 7 degrees”.
What the heck, what a stupid phone. She stood up and grabbed her head…
WHAT…
O my God… this isn’t true…
She felt her soft long hair tickling her shoulders. That was weird, Isabella had cut it even a bit shorter in yesterdays session.
Well, she still wanted to visit Isabella’s salon, so let’s get a haircut again!
And she did, and forgot about her cell phone…
And went to bed afterwards, wetting her panties while enjoying the thoughts of Isabella’s hands on her, and fingers in her body.
She longed to be with her stylist. She had lost count of the times she had visited the salon. Doing daring things to her hair. Over and over again…
And Isabella always willingly did what was demanded. From jet black, to purple stubbles. Spiky and bald… Whatever was done to her hair, an overnights sleep seemed to restore everything.
In the dining-room same things happened as the days before, the spilled milk (poor child Samantha thought), same scolding and worse, same papers. She was annoyed and also a bit amused. What was happening here? Didn’t Isabella mention something about a time loop?
This had to stop or else she would never date her stylist…!
But how, why was she in this loop? What was she missing, what was it she needed to change?
Was is something about Isabella?
She thought a few minutes about that and decided to take things in her own hands. Time to take Isabella home, just change the loop, in the hope that it would work.
Well, in the mean time let me profit from it and enjoy a bit more from the lovely stylist. Lets take her on a date, bring her to my hotel-room and see if she’s still there tomorrow!
As the previous days, her appointment was on 5 pm.
This time, Samantha decided to go bolder. She asked Isabelle to cut her hair even shorter and to shave her head completely.
Isabelle was a bit taken aback by the request, but she could see the determination in Samantha’s eyes.
The previous days she had talked a bit more deeper with Isabella and learned about a broken relationship. With another stylist, out of town. She was still not happy with the situation. So Samantha knew she had to be careful.
– Would you date someone without hair?
Samantha’s question startled Isabella…
– Why are you asking ME that? I think you’re very brave to shave your head, wouldn’t do it myself. Your hair is so beautiful that I think it is pity. On the other hand I can feel a bit of awe and admiration for your willingness to make a difference by donating your hair. But about dating someone without hair? I don’t know
– Well, I was wondering, what a nice stylist like you, would do if asked out by one of her clients whom she just shaved bald.
As Isabelle held up Samantha’s hair, she looked her in her eyes.
– You’re serious about this isn’t it?
– Oh yes, on both aspects… Samantha answered slyly.
Isabella thought about that answer and started with her preparations for the shaving.
She carefully lifted strands of blond hair and snipped it off at the roots and took the clippers to even out the remaining tiny hairs, leaving Samantha with an almost bald head.
– Why would it interest you to know what I would do? I don’t know you that well to tell you my intimate things.
– Oh but I do know you, you’ve been cutting my hair for a while and I enjoy your hands on my head. And was wondering if you would let them drive over the rest of my body…
– Well, you’re still gorgeous, so I’m a bit flattered. I guess I should say…, that I would be honoured to accept such an invitation… but.
Samantha’s heart skipped a beat, Isabella found her attractive, even without hair.
– Then would you like to go out with me?
– Oh Samantha I’d love to, but I’ve an zoom appointment tonight with my ex which I can’t postpone. I think she’s still in love with me and I owe her a listening ear. It is said that lesbians can be still friends, after they break up. I guess you can call our relation now more like something as distant friends.
Samantha was disappointed, her hope to finish the loop and end up with a beautiful stylist in her arms, was grounded.
She went to bed alone, thinking how she could seduce Isabella then…
She must see to postpone this meeting with that ex.
Her next morning, again greeted by her cellphone and welcoming her to Groundhog Day, she started to investigate where this ex was living. Maybe she could bend a broken heart.
It took her a few days more, to extract the information she needed from Isabella, to proceed. Finally she made a visit to the Ex.
She had luck, using all her charms and experiences as a student psychologist, she managed to convince the Ex to meet her.
Now, instead of Isabella she had her first appointment with Andrea.
She was intrigued about the appearance of Andrea. What a beautiful woman! What a shame she broke with Isabella, also a beautiful woman.
Talking with Andrea, it became clear for Samantha what she could do. They both wished something from each other, waiting for the right response to trigger their wishes. Andrea wished to marry Isabella, but Isabella hadn’t responded to the subtle hints. After a while Andrea thought Isabella didn’t like her any more and took some distance, no more dating nights. With the devastating result that they split up.
As Samantha liked both women, she started thinking on different possibilities. One intrigued her, an arousing thought she’d like to explore. That meant a triple date, enjoying both Andrea and Isabella. As the time loop continued this was nothing harmful for their relationship, instead might just trigger both women to find each other anew.
And Samantha just could dream of such an experience… She would love to have both of them at the same time. And if the loop would continue, she would experience it over and over again…
An amusing thought. Benefits of weird situation…
The other thought was a bit nobler, trying to mend the relationship without her profiting of sex with these two stylists.
The next day, when Samantha woke up, she felt a sense of liberation. She thought that she had found the solution. Mending a relationship was as noble as donating her hair which she could do day after day. And honestly, she believed this might be her ticket out of the loop. She believed in destiny, this might have been her task for this period.
With a grin she experienced the usual things on this next Groundhog Day. Greeted even the beggars, giving them some coins and speaking friendly with them as she had done several times before. She went to Isabella’s salon and made her 5 pm appointment. In the mean time she had started to convince Andrea to come then also to this salon… As always Andrea’s hesitation won over, and let to a refusal for a real appointment.
Samantha’s perseverance finally won and this time Andrea accepted her invitation for a drink at Isabella’s salon.
Samantha had decided that shaving herself bald was a one time experience, she liked a nearly bald look, and spoke with Isabella.
-So you I’m not going to use a razor, except in your neck…
– Yes, that’s what I want. Use your clippers and put the blades on 0,5 … that gives me the look I like.
– It is a bit of a shame your beautiful ponytail has to go, I really admire your decision to do it. I wouldn’t dare to do it. My ex did once, it felt peculiar…
– You still miss your ex, don’t you? What would you do if she walked in and asked for a haircut?
– Well, sometimes I miss her indeed, but I don’t think she would want to see me again in real life. She was the one who wanted to marry, I had my reservations about it and we split at the end. So no, I don’t think I will see her here.
– Stranger things happened the last days, so it wouldn’t surprise me if Andrea would pop up here one day…
– Andrea? Do you know my ex? I don’t remember that we’ve met before.
– Oh but we have dear Isabella, you’ve told me everything about Andrea. Most important is that both of you still are in love… And it is time to mend your hearts… In about 15 minutes Andrea will be here, so you better hurry up with cutting my ponytail. And please, take my hair with you, play with it together.
– What a strange woman you are Samantha. I don’t remember talking to you before this morning. Never mind, let’s start cutting your ponytail.
And thank you for letting me have some strands, I appreciate that.
After a silence and a bit caressing the blond locks, Isabella added:
– In fact I’d rather have you to run them over my body, as I cannot stop thinking about your hair, since I saw you this morning standing outside, flipping your hair.
– Ah Isabella, that is wonderful to hear. But let’s not hurry things. Just cut me and after that, choose your trophies and we’ll see what Time has in mind for us.
After some 15 minutes the bell rang.
Isabella was annoyed, shouted that she was closed.
The doorbell kept ringing nevertheless.
– Sorry I have to look, otherwise they might demolish my window..
– Take your time… maybe it someone you’ve not seen for a while… said Samantha with a grin.
Isabella went to the door. Samantha heard her scream aloud.
– Andrea! What on earth do you do here… how… what… Come in, but I’m busy.
– Sorry Bella, I got an invitation to come here on this time. Couldn’t resit to see you again… but finish your client, I can wait.
Samantha’s grin grew into a laughter as the surprised Isabella came back to finish her haircut.
– I still don’t understand how you could know about Andrea and me… And how did you know she’d be here today. I think you’ve to explain me.
Samantha started to tell about the time loop while her blond locks were snipped. Isabelle couldn’t believe what she heard.
– So this is all happening now, and after tomorrow Andrea will be gone too?
– I have an hunch that this might be the last day of the loop… Maybe Andrea will join us and I can tell her what she has experienced…
Andrea had heard the story about the time loop and the role of Samantha in it. She was looking at her, a weird feeling grew inside her. So erotic to see her ex cutting someone with clippers. She knew of Isabella’s fetish, and had given in to it while their relationship lasted. Now she experienced herself such a feeling. She wanted Isabella’s body near, but on the other hand the sight of Samantha was arousing as well. Better save her phone number, in case Isabella has also an crush on this strange woman.
Isabella finished Samantha’s hair and took the ponytail from the floor.
– She’s donating this, a pity isn’t it Andrea? We could make good use of such a beautiful ponytail… as we did in our old days.
Andrea blushed…
– Bella you are still so weird. Now it is her ponytail, next you invite her to your bed.
Isabella chuckled,
– And what would you do, if I not only invited her, but you also, my dear Andrea. I think she may have a reward to bring you back to me…
Andrea blushed again, but since she felt aroused and an upcoming orgasm in her panties, she sighed and confessed her recent feelings.
I can’t deny that that idea crossed my mind also. Nor can I deny that just now I am wetting my panties when you suggested a threesome… Samantha is a beautiful woman, I’d like to pleasure her and can’t wait to taste you both…
They closed the shop, took Samantha’s ponytail home and decided to spend the rest of the evening and night together. Curled up in Isabella’s bed they profited of the threesome and started to explore their bodies, cumming from ecstasy, they licked their juices and continued to pleasure each other. Samantha’s ponytail was used to heighten her ecstasy in a way she never before had experienced. They made love till early morning…
In the morning Samantha’s phone rang, Supertramp’s Dreamer sounded, followed by her morning welcome “Hello gorgeous, it’s February 2nd today, Groundhog Day, the sun is shining, temperature around 11 degrees”.
– What the heck… where am I?
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NOTE
A word of thanks to Ginger H for initiating a challenge to write about #GroundhogDay… it was nice to write with a specific theme in mind. So thank you Ginger!
And as I made ChatGPT come up with some ideas what to write and made use of some of its phrases, the makers of that AI program may be thanked to.
Hope you enjoyed it… and remember, as always: the devil is the details!
Thank you so much for participationg, it’s been really fun seeing these stories come in.