Three of a Kind

The clippers popped to life and settled into a vibrant hum.

“Just going to fade in the back here with this number one and then the bare clippers, hun.”  The stylist said as she worked the clippers and comb into Kirsten’s nape, fading her hairline into the quarter inch buzz above it.  “And then we’ll get you cleaned up.”

Kirsten had walked in on this sunny, late May Saturday, with a bob.  She normally kept her hair somewhere between just above chin length, and a few inches below the chin.  Today, it was in loose, light brown waves, two inches below her chin, until 45 minutes ago.

The humming stopped, and the stylist brushed the clippers off and hung them on their hook by the mirror.

“That looks great on you!” She said, handing Kirsten a mirror and spinning the chair. “Your hair texture and head shape were made for short hair.”

Kirsten looked at her hair in the handheld mirror.  The fringe was textured and brief, ending a well above her brows.  She raised the mirror to look at the back of her head.  Her hair was an even, quarter inch long buzz, all the way around the sides and back.  Below that was the fade, down to an eighth inch, then a faint stubble of light brown at the nape.

“It looks great!” Kirsten said enthusiastically.  She’d wanted to go shorter than her typical bob for a long time, but it was only a few days prior that she found out that Brad, her husband, wanted her to go shorter too.  Apparently he had a thing for short hair, and even buzzcuts and bald heads, on women.  Also, apparently, she had a thing for the clippers on her head.  They made her feel alive, and maybe aroused?  She’d struggled to keep her fingers off of her clit under the cape.

After a wash, she was back in the chair for a too-quick blow dry and style.  Kirsten’s heart lurched with nerves and excitement as she watched the stylist’s fingers move through her hair, realizing there wasn’t a single strand on her head approaching two inches long.  She couldn’t wait to show Brad, but they had a busy day ahead.

Kirsten arrived home to find Brad placing his suit and overnight bag at the door.  They had to get on the road to make it to the hotel before her friend Brenda’s wedding.  Despite Kirsten being one of her best friends, Brenda had decided to only have her two sisters as bridesmaids.

“Holy cow Kirsten!” Brad said excitedly.  “Your hair looks… I’m almost at a loss for words.  It’s… incredible!”  He immediately closed the distance between them, going in for a happily received kiss, before placing a hand on Kirsten’s nape.  “Wow.  I wish we had time to go to the bedroom right now… or at least for me to just stare at you.  You are amazing.”

“I need to get packed!” Kirsten said, laughing, while she squeezed out of Brad’s big arms.  “We have an hour drive, it’s almost 1, and we wanted to be there before 2!”  She hurried to the bedroom to grab her dress, throw some makeup in her purse, and grab the small suitcase she’d thankfully packed before heading to the salon.

Brad could barely keep his eyes on the road.  He kept looking at Kirsten’s short pixie and complimenting her.  He was also thinking about how hot she’d look while they cruised on their boat this summer, and how good it would look and feel in the bedroom.

“Ready to head down?” Brad asked Brenda as he checked his suit buttons in the mirror by the door.

Kirsten stepped out from the hotel bathroom, still tingling between her legs.  She wore a stunning emerald green dress that made her green eyes pop, with matching heels.  Her newly short hair was slicked back, to hide what Brad had done to it with his hands, and she looked incredible.

“You just keep surprising me today.” Brad said, admiring the way the tight dress hugged her athletic, strong body.  It highlighted her perky breasts, tight waist, and the curve of her hips and ass.  From her freshly styled hair to her fuck-me heels, she was making Brad hard as a rock again under his dark jeans, despite having cum deep inside her a few minutes prior.

Down at the bar, Kirsten and Brad heard a familiar voice.

“Kirsten!” Lizzy called.  “Oh my gosh!  I thought your hair was pulled back!  It’s so!”

“It’s short, I know.  It’s really short.” Kirsten replied, shyly, putting a hand on her shorn nape.  “I just had it cut today.  Still getting used to it!”

Lizzy touched her own naturally red, long hair ponderously, running her fingers down its length to where it ended at her huge natural breasts.

“It looks good!”  Lizzy said, looking at a strand.  “I wish I could pull that off!  It’s something on my bucket list someday.”

“You so could!” Kirsten replied.  “You’re so beautiful Lizzy.  You could be bald and still be hot as hell.”

Kristen and Lizzy chatted, as Brad, and Lizzy’s husband, followed them to their seats for the ceremony.  Before they knew it, Brenda was walking down the aisle, her perfect, waist length, platinum blonde hair in a neat bun, white dress elegantly trailing.

At the reception, the comments and compliments kept flowing for Kirsten’s new haircut.

“Kirsten!  Oh my goodness!  Your hair is SOOO CUTE!” Brenda said, coming in for a big hug.  “You’re making me even more excited to get mine chopped in a couple weeks!  This grow out the past few years has been… something.”

A couple weeks later, the group chat was buzzing.

Brenda: What are you ladies doing this weekend?  Ken is going to be out of town at a conference.  Girls outing?

Lizzy: Jason and his dad are going out of town on a fishing trip, so I’m all alone.

Brenda: I have a hair appt at 9 on Saturday, then I’m free!  It’s just for a cut, so it’s only an hour.  Want to get some of this hair off before the honeymoon next week!

Lizzy: Ooh I’ve needed a cut for a while.  I might see if my stylist has an opening then too.

Kirsten: Brad and I are taking the boat out on the lake.  It’s supposed to be 90F and sunny.  You girls should come!  He can captain the boat while we have some fun drinks!

Lizzy: Got a 9am appt Saturday.  See you then Brenda!

Lizzy: Boat sounds awesome!  What time?

Kirsten: Meet at 11 at the marina?

Brenda: Perfect!  See you then!

Lizzy: Sounds great!  Brenda, I can pick you up at 8:45 to go to the salon!

“Kirsten, are you ready?” her stylist asked.

“Yep!  Just let me send one last text.” Kirsten said as she got up from the salon waiting room chair.

Kirsten: See you ladies then!  I’m at the salon now.  Guess we’ll all have fresh hair for Saturday!”

“So…” The stylist asked.  “Same as the pictures?”

“Just like the pictures.” Kirsten replied.

The stylist started at the front, lifting the short hair with the comb, then pushing the clippers through.

Kirsten watched as the top of her head was brought down to a quarter inch of light brown fuzz.  She fidgeted under the cape, realizing that the falling hair and humming clippers were making her aroused, far more now than when they were just used on the sides and back a couple weeks prior. She reached down, letting her fingers slip under the waist of her jean shorts and lacy thong panties.

“That’s just to make it easier to shape.  It won’t be that long on top in the end.”  The stylist said, swapping the guard for a #1.

She got to work, buzzing… all over the place.  Kirsten gulped and squirmed as she felt her fingers on her clit, and the clippers run up and over her crown, higher and higher, working over the whole top of her head with the clippers and comb to fade it perfectly into the rest.

The guard popped off, and the stylist brushed the clippers off.  “I know, it really does feel good.  I was addicted to the clippers on my head when I had a buzzcut a few years ago.”  She clicked the machine back on, and ran the bare metal up Kirsten’s neck.

Kirsten let out a soft moan and shuttered as she unexpectedly and suddenly came, feeling the vibrating bare steel go up and over her occipital.  The stylist just smiled and continued shearing her hair into a high zero fade, all the way around.

The cape came off with a flourish, and Kirsten ran her hands over her newly shorn scalp.  She felt hot despite the crop top, too-short jean shorts, flip flops, and nearly bald head she wore in the air conditioned salon.  She paid, tipped, and went out to her car.

Kirsten: Can’t wait for you to get home from your trip.

Brad: Me neither.  My flight gets in late tomorrow.  I might not get home until 11 or so, then boat the next morning?

Kirsten: Yes!  I told Lizzy and Brenda to meet us at the marina at 11.  I hope that’s alright!

Brad: Sure thing!  I don’t mind driving around a crew of lovely ladies.  It’s like having three Queens in a game of cards.

Kirsten got home and hopped in the shower.  She shaved her armpits, legs, and pussy, but kept looking at her razor.  “What if…?” She thought, looking at the blades, and thinking about how the clippers turned her whole body on.

Kirsten was nearly in a trance.  She barely remembered putting shaving cream on her head before the razor scraped across her scalp and her fingers touched her clit, sending her whole body into an immediate orgasm that didn’t stop until her whole head was smooth and clean.

The next day, Brad came home late from the airport to find Kirsten asleep in bed, a towel wrapped around her head.

“Must have been exhausted to fall asleep like that” he said to himself, before hopping in the shower and getting in bed to fall asleep.

Brad woke up the next morning at 8am and walked to the kitchen, where Kirsten was already up, wearing her usual boating coverup and a big sun hat on her head.

“Coffee?” Kirsten asked?

“Please and thank you.  Want me to make some breakfast?”

“Sure,” Kirsten said, pouring Brad a cup as he pulled eggs from the fridge.  “Brenda and Lizzy are running an errand right now, but they’ll be on time.”

Kirsten adjusted her hat a bit to better hide her head.  She wanted her lack of hair, and her friends’ haircuts, to be a bit of a surprise for Brad.  From what they’d talked about last weekend, it sounded like Lizzy and Brenda were going short.

Lizzy picked Brenda up at the curb.  “Decide what you’re doing yet?” Lizzy asked.

“You know I’ve been dying to get rid of this hair.  I’m ready for it to just be gone for a while.” Brenda complained.

“Gone, gone?” Lizzy asked with a smirk.

“Well not like shave all of it off.  Just, you know, shave a lot of it off.” Brenda smiled back at Lizzy. “What about you Liz?  Just a trim for that red hair?”

“Well…” Lizzy said, ponderously.  “I was kind of inspired by Kirsten’s cut a couple weeks ago.  I’ve wanted to try a pixie for a long time.”

“Go for it!” Brenda nearly shouted.  “Let’s cut all our hair off!”

Brenda’s stylist finished chopping off her foot and a half long ponytail, and her hair fell to just brushing her chin.

“I’ll start by buzzing the undercut, then I’ll shape the top.” She said, placing a #2 guard on the clippers.

Brenda looked over at Lizzy in the chair next to her.  They were just a tad further along, with clippers mowing the hair from the side of her head.

Lizzy held on, feeling the vibrations run through her head and turn her on from head to toe, especially somewhere between her legs.  She watched red hair rain down around her striking green eyes.  “I do want it faded pretty tight.” She told the stylist with as level a tone as possible.

The guardless clippers turned off and Lizzy’s stylist went to work on the top, raising hair up an inch from her scalp in the middle and cutting it off fairly level, then repeating.  When the pulled the 10 inches of hair up at her fringe and lopped it off at an inch and a half, she could feel herself getting wet downstairs.  When she saw the stylist chip away at the remaining hair, shrinking it further, she lost herself to an erotic haze.

Brenda watched intently as her hair was pared down to a quarter inch, high up the sides and back.  “Take the guard off and just do that part bald.” She said, feeling the effects the clippers had on her.

“Are you sure?  It’ll take a couple weeks to go from a zero to this length.”

“I’m sure.” Brenda said, nearly losing herself as the warm metal ran up her nape, taking her hair so short that her blonde stubble made her look like she’d been shaved clean.

Lizzy dipped her head back for the stylist to wash it.  It was odd feeling the water running directly over the shadow of red stubble at the sides of her head, and even more odd with how the stylist’s fingers felt through her inch of cropped hair on top.

Finished with balding her undercut, Brenda’s stylist let the rest of her hair, just a four inch wide patch, down.  She combed through it and started cutting it all to a uniform two inches, before combing it all down like and cutting a clean perimeter, making a bowl cut well above her ears and eyebrows.  After a thorough process with the texturizing shears, she walked Brenda over to wash her hair.

Lizzy’s stylist generously ran mousse through the top of her hair, before getting out the blow dryer and a small round brush and going to work.  Before long, Lizzy’s hair was standing mostly upright, in what was almost a soft, red, flat top.  The high, faded sides and back provided just a shadow of red over her pale scalp.

Brenda’s stylist sat her down and began blow drying.  It was barely 30 seconds before she was done and applying some hair powder for a final styling of the textured bowl.

Lizzy and Brenda got up, paid, and went outside, where they both nearly shrieked with happiness over the freedom they were feeling from their new cuts.

“Let’s get on that boat.” Lizzy said, getting into the car.  “I can’t wait to feel the sun on my head and a mimosa in my hand.”

Brad was unloading a cooler into the fridge on their brand new Sundancer 320, when he heard Kirsten shout “hey girls!”

He stood up and turned around to greet Lizzy and Brenda, but he could barely believe his eyes.  Lizzy’s chest length red waves were a soft flat top, and Brenda’s waist length platinum blonde hair was a short little bowl cut with a bald undercut.  He was immediately and obviously hard under his swimsuit.

Always a gentleman, Brad put on a calm smile, give each of the girls a hand onto the swim deck, and complimented Lizzy and Brenda on their hair.  Kirsten still had her hat pulled low.

Once off the dock and idling out of the marina, Kirsten poured orange juice and champagne into stainless tumblers as the girls shed their clothes.  Brad couldn’t imagine it was a coincidence, but all three were wearing much more revealing suit than he was used to.

Brenda, tall and slender, wore a tiny, white, thong bikini that showed off her toned stomach and perfectly shaped B cups.  It had only string in the back to frame her perky little cheeks.  The shadow of her nipples and the slit of her pussy were just visible through the tiny, partly sheer triangles of fabric.

Lizzy, God bless her, wore a dark blue slingshot thong on her thick and curvy body.  Brad could not for the life of him understand how her enormous, natural tits didn’t come out of it.  Her huge, shapely ass completely ate the material in the back, and her fat cameltoe in the front was framed by a perfect Brazilian wax.

Brad was most focused on his wife, though.

Kirsten unbuttoned her long, white, button up style cover-up to reveal a one piece suit with nothing but strings in the back, and a couple inch wide strip running from between her legs up to a small piece that crossed her chest to cover a barely legal amount of her beautiful, C cup tits.

“We’re under the hard top, babe.” Brad said, gesturing up to the cockpit roof.  “You can take your hat off.”  He secretly just wanted to look at her hair.

“Oh, this little hat?” Kirsten teased, as she slipped it from her head, revealing a smooth, glassy, freshly razored head. “Surprise.” She said with a mischevious grin.  “I shaved it in the shower the night before last, just for you, and, well, maybe a little for me.  Then I shaved it again this morning before you woke up, so it would be nice and smooth for you.”

Brad was shocked, excited, utterly speechless, and so hard that it hurt.

“Just go, babe.” Kirsten said, as she put the lids on the drinks and walked to the bow seats with Lizzy and Brenda.

Brad pushed the throttles forward and got on plane, in disbelief at how good the three women sitting right in front of him looked, wind blowing through their hair, or lack of it, the light waves bouncing their gorgeous bodies as they crossed the water.

After idling into a nice, private cove, Brad dropped anchor and inflated the big float to lay out behind the boat.  Within a couple minutes, the three ladies were sunbathing with mimosas in hand on the floating mat, partially in the water, partially out.  Brad set out a charcuterie plate on the countertop, sat down at the cockpit dinette, and cracked a Diet Coke, barely believing how good his view was.

Kirsten slid off the mat and submerged herself in the fresh, clear water before climbing the swim ladder and walking up to Brad.  She straddled him in his seat, reaching down and feeling his cock through his floral swim briefs.  She took his hands and put them on her head.

“Babe, that’s not all I shaved this morning.  Let’s go down to the cabin so I can show you everything.” Kirsten stood up, took Brad’s hand, and led him below deck.

A few minutes later, Lizzy and Brenda looked at each other with mischevious grins as they sensed a light rocking of the boat.  They slipped off the float, slipped off their tiny swimsuits, and walked their beautiful bare bodies down into the cabin.  And there Brad held three short haired beauties.  Three of a kind.

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