Warning -- This is a story about the love of my life and my terminal shyness, so it progresses very slowly.
If you haven't read the other stories -- my petite gorgeous blond girlfriend (Heather) from college is moved in with me many months after we graduated. I'm unclear if she's invited her 19-year-old bombshell sister (Tammi) to stay with us or she just showed up after she graduated with a 2-year degree. I'm trying to save every penny so I can afford to ask my girlfriend to marry me.
I'm extremely shy and my girlfriend loves to taunt me and make me blush. She constantly brings up that her sister feels so at home she doesn't wear a lot of clothing. Tammi had been visiting with us for over a month for whatever reason since that visit, Heather wouldn't let me into her pussy. We used to bump uglies nearly every day for a year before her sister came to visit.
I have become accustomed to the new sex routine between Heather and me. I still really craved Heather's pussy, but I couldn't complain about her humping me in the morning and giving two hand jobs a day while talking dirty. It always ends up with her making me cum while talking about her sister and her scantily clad body. Oddly enough, my mind started associating her sister with sex. I hope Heather didn't notice but I'd get a hard on whenever Heather mentioned her, or I saw Tammi in the morning.
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I woke up in the middle of the night and urgently needed to take a whiz. I figured at 5AM on Saturday morning and Tammi would be sound asleep. I screwed up my courage and leapt naked from the bed through the hallway to the bathroom. I'd die of humiliation if my fiancΓ©e's sister saw me naked. She was like family to me, and she shouldn't have to see me naked. The hallway was dark and all I could see was darkness beyond the open office /guestroom door. I don't know why I stood in the bathroom with the light on trying to make out if Tammi was awake in that room for at least a minute, but I realized I didn't want to know as that would be so embarrassing and gently closed the bathroom door.
I cleaned up and wrapped a towel around myself for the return trip. Heather lay naked and angelic with the sheet covering just one sexy leg. I snuck back into bed and held her close as I quickly drifted back to sleep. I was already craving my morning handjob and fell asleep with my cock pressed against the crack of her cute little buns. When I woke again, it was light outside. Heather was gently using her fingers to comb my hair. I smiled, enjoying the attention, and said, "good morning."
Heather smiled saying "good morning, sleepyhead!" in a cheerful voice. How long had she been up? It was 7:30 I guess I forgot to set the alarm although I could swear, I did. "Honey, I was thinking..." Oh no -- I can't remember those words ever being the beginning of something good like you need more bacon in your diet or her sister Tammi was leaving so Heather, and I could feel free to have sex in every room of the apartment several times a day. It was usually something like we need new furniture or expensive rugs.
I was saving every penny to surprise her as I wanted to marry her more each day -- new furniture could be very bad for my savings. My savings took a hit last week when Tammi bought a new (used) car; Heather and I loaned her a significant amount so she could afford the monthly payment. Her part time job didn't pay that much even if she lived with use for many months, rent free it would be a slow payback.
Heather finally said what was on her mind. "You said you were going to the barber tomorrow but maybe we could save some money if we did it here." I'm not sure who this person was that worried about saving money, but this was awesome! Wait, why me - I don't want half shaved head like some deranged protestor stopping traffic to protect the rights of dung beetles. "Worst case scenario we ask the barber to cut it short tomorrow if it doesn't come out good."
I loved it when Heather played with my hair -- just running her fingernails up the bottom of my neck when I'm driving gave me chills. Heather was already wearing one of my old t-shirts that was like night shirt on her. Heather tossed me some clean boxers. I just got them on when she took me by the hand, out to the kitchen. I was going to say something about the boxers as they had the only one button left in the fly, but Tammi was nowhere to be seen so I was safe.
Heather straddled my lap in the kitchen stool as she looked at me very closely. She intently examined my hair. She ran her fingers through my hair as she pinched my hair in a scissor like motion with her dainty fingers to check the length. My cock was swollen as I loved all the attention. Heather was so sexy with her bare legs dangling as she straddled my lap. Her cotton undies and my boxers seemed like such a thin barrier between me and paradise.
Tammi had come in from the parking lot with fresh muffins and I had no place to hide but Heather's t-shirt saved me from embarrassment. Heather said, "Perfect timing, I need your opinion on his hair before I cut it -- what do you think?" I felt Tammi's gentle fingers running through the hair on the back of my head. Then pulling strands gently to the left or the right on the top.
"I've always wanted to learn to cut hair. I could do him for you and you can watch." Tammi volunteered.
"I'd like that," Heather said. How do I quietly but subtly whisper to my girlfriend she couldn't get up because my schlong was at full mast? "That way if it isn't very good, he can't get upset with me!"
Tammi said, "I'll be right back." Heather gracefully crawled off my lap. I went to get up and put on some shorts or grab a sheet to try to conceal my swollen cock.
Heather pushed me down and said, "take it like a man, chicken. I can't believe you are that afraid of a little trim from my baby sister."
I was about to explain my dilemma when Tammi came out wearing my dress shirt -- I swear she lives in that thing these days. "Is my victim ready?" she giggled. I could tell this was going to be awkward for me as she had skipped the top four buttons and the bottom button on her shirt. I wanted to get a sheet like the barber's supply; mostly to hide my hard cock. I don't think that's why they supply them there though. I was worried if I asked for one the girls would figure out why and my girlfriend would think I'm some kind of sexual deviant, making innocent activities into something filthy.