Just like every first Monday of the month, I waited outside the beauty salon on the wrought iron and oak bench. Here she comes, parking her SUV behind my car. She may not have the body of the cheerleader she was twenty years ago, but damn, she still looks hot. Blonde hair and tight shorts are still a vision as she searched her bags for the keys to the Salon.
Natalie is way out of my league, and not just because she's three years older than me and my sister's longtime best friend. Natalie is hot. Me, not so much. I'm a little plain in the looks department and not hip by anyone's standards. I guess that's why my ex was such a bitch. She wanted someone to pay the bills and mow the lawn while she watched television or talked on the phone. Sex with her was rare and uninspired.
I suppose that's why I kept my hair long. It was an excuse to meet Natalie at her beauty salon. The shop is closed on Mondays, but since it's convenient for the both of us and because I'm the brother of her BFF, she washes and cuts my hair while we chat.
Actually, I'm the one who does most of the chatting. The only time I remember to shut up is when she washes my hair, and only then because I can barely stand to have her so close to me. Since I was twelve years old, I've been mesmerized by her tall, athletic body and piercing blue eyes. She has a way of looking me straight in the eye, as if she is concentrating on my every word, yet I could never shake the idea that she was keeping a little secret, a private bit of humor that must be stifled. God, her teeth are so white, they sparkle!
A usual, I'm sitting in the chair while she trims my split ends and I whine about my divorce and lack of a love interest. I try my best to turn the topic to her because I know women like that, but I just can't help it. I'm just another divorced man crying the blues.
"Have you ever thought about looking up some of the girls you knew in school?" Natalie asked. "You know, the Internet makes it easy to find old classmates. Surely, there must have been one or two that you would love to see again."
Not as much as you, I thought to myself. How could I forget my sister's pool parties, with the entire group of cheerleaders sunning themselves by our pool? How could I forget watching through the curtains and rubbing my dick through my pants? The slumber parties were the best; I had a peephole in the overhead closet, where I would lay quietly and spy on the girls. Actually, it was Natalie that held my attention and made me cum all over my hand as I watched her change into her baby doll nightie.
"They weren't interested in me in high school, I doubt they would like me any better now," I said.
