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honeywldcat
for all your help with the story
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It was my wife who first suggested I try Paula. My normal hair stylist quit and moved to a different city. Since I wasn't too crazy about the rest of the staff, I said okay and made an appointment with Paula for the following week.
When I got there for my appointment Paula was finishing up an older ladies hair and told me to have a seat and she would be with me in a minute. The first thing I noticed about Paula was her huge smile and big brown eyes. Her body is very average, not too fat not too skinny. When you meet Paula for the first time you would remember the outgoing personality, the smile and the eyes.
As I sat reading some sports magazine I checked over the rest of the staff. There was a guy next to Paula, who must have been her brother, and two other women. Paula introduced herself and we exchanged some small talk once I got in her chair. Since she already knew a lot about me from my wife, I felt at a slight disadvantage. Paula washed my hair then got right into work cutting it. She hadn't really asked me how I wanted my hair or anything but rather just dove in. She ended up giving me a much younger look than I normally went for. I was in my mid twenties and the cut was more for a late teen. No matter it looked fine so I got up to pay her. When I was getting ready to walk out she said, "Two weeks at one o'clock, right?"
"Ummm okay." I never get my hair cut every two or even three weeks, but rather let it go till I think it's time.
Two weeks later I got to her shop and sat down. She told me one minute and walked in the back. Paula came back out with her coat and asked if I had time for lunch. I said sure and we walked across the street to a nice Italian place. The whole time we ate lunch she made me feel as though I have known her for years. I did find out more about her however. She was twenty-four, I was twenty-seven, she was unmarried but living with a cop in a home they had just bought, no kids yet but planned to be married in a couple years when his job settled in a bit more. The every two week appointments and lunches, continued for about another 6 months before she again made another move.
She made the next appointment late on a Friday afternoon. When she was done cutting my hair she told me that her and the rest of the staff were going to a pub for a few drinks if I wanted to join them. Sure why not, I thought. I really felt comfortable with Paula and I was never one to turn down a chance for a few drinks. Paula and I were becoming really good friends.
Fast forward to about a year after we met and the lunches have progressed to dinner a few times per month. Nothing fancy just a call on my cell and a 'hey, how bout dinner' here or there. My wife worked four nights per week and Paula's boyfriend also worked lots of nights. My marriage was not the best and I was sticking it out being ever optimistic things would get better. I had never cheated on my wife nor did I have any plans to! Paula and I were just good friends.
When Paula and I were out, the flirting got a little stronger but still nothing I couldn't chalk up to being good friends and comfortable with each other. I mean REALLY comfortable! It wasn't a problem with either of us that we held hands or she would take my arm when we were walked into a place. I would have her in front of me and she would stop short to make me bump into her or walk past me facing me in a spot she knew she couldn't get past. I should have noticed however that her friends, and even her family, would often ask where "we" were going or what "we" were doing. Looking back I knew deep down Paula was really attracted to me, as I was to her. We never let it go any further. She was my best bud!
One Sunday afternoon she calls and asks if I will go to a wedding with her the next Saturday. She explained her boyfriend was supposed to go but is working undercover, he just made detective a short while before.
I got to Paula's around noon and started shooting the shit with her boyfriend who was leaving for work in a few minutes. She called out a few times that she was almost ready and we both gave her an "umm yeah sure". He left for work then about 10 minutes later she came out of the bedroom dressed to kill! I had never seen Paula with a dress on and she is not one for much makeup either. This was like a totally different woman. She walked over to me with a big smile and did a twirl in front of me, bent down gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "Pickup your jaw, fella, and lets go."
HOLY SHIT... did I say Paula was plain? What the hell was I looking at? How about FUCKING HOT!
I somehow got through the church and all the way to the reception without anyone seeing how totally hot I was for my friend. I wanted her really bad! She was on my arm the whole time since we left her house. Even when I was driving her car over to the wedding she was turned toward me in her seat, she has a two seat sports car. Man did I need a drink by the time the reception started. Paula knew most of the people at the reception so she pulled me around like a little puppy introducing me to all her friends. Anytime I got close to the bar I ordered three drinks, one for her and two for me.
After several drinks, Paula decided she wanted to dance, so off I went. The first few songs were fast and I was having fun. We sat down again for another drink when the first slow song came on. She looked me straight in the eye and said, "Let's go pal, you're mine for the day".
