After my night with Trina and Susan, during which none of us slept, but after which our bodies were used in all places possible, I began to ponder how to help Petal resolve her dilemma. Petal was such a delicious lover and my new fabulous fuckbuddies Trina and Susan so delightfully sex-crazed, that I knew all my friends should "get together"…as soon a possible. An age span from 18 to 40, with sexual tastes complimentary to each other, and each broadminded enough to try anything.
One day Susan asked me to stay back after class for a "small talk". I was in an advanced program that would see me graduate in 2.5 years. I was a straight A student, but Susan had other things on her mind.
"I have been watching your hair for 6 months now, and I realise you must visit the barbershop each Wednesday" she said. "Mmmm - very observant", I agreed. Susan told me that she was a member of a Hair Fetishist group on the Internet, and that she had been trying to get up the courage to abandon her scholarly shoulder-length bob for a much more butch look. "I wonder", she asked "Whether you ever do haircuts and shearings yourself?"
I was quite startled. I had never considered picking up the clippers myself, but now she mentioned it, I was quite excited at the prospect. "How long has your hair been barbered?" she questioned. After I told her I had begun at age 10, and sported a crewcut consistently since the age of 14, she laughed and said "Well, I'm pretty sure you must know what to do by now!"
Susan's previous experiences with hairstylists had not been happy. It is the same story for fetishists over and over - "ladies' stylists" who just won't believe, or simply refuse to comply with how short you really want to go (if you get the courage to ask in the first place), or misogynist male barbers who refuse to attend to women. Sam, my barber in HomeTown is a diamond, a precious gem, who intuitively understood my needs and desires. It had been a hard task to find someone suitable at college, and she was taking no new clients.
I agreed to give it a try. The only time Susan would be available was 2.30 pm Saturday. Her apartment was being painted, so I invited her over to my place. "I'll just be finishing up with my tutee then" I said, so come over and we can talk about what you want, and maybe my physics tutee can help out too! We didn't usually finish our session that early, but I was determined that Petal was going to meet at least one other of my lesbian friends. Susan agreed to bring clippers, scissors, comb and razor. Honestly, I had been pampering myself so long at the barbershop I owned none of these things.
Of course when the knock on the door came at 2.30 Saturday, Petal, who was idly flicking her clit and nipples while sitting at the computer, jumped with a start. Her first instinct was to hide, literally, in my closet, but it was so full of crap that she wouldn’t have fit! She ran into the bathroom, though, with her clothes, while I let Susan in.
Petal wasn't going to get away with that, but I would allow her a certain fiction of respectability. I waited long enough for her to get dressed before I pulled her by the hand back into my room. I did the introductions, and saw Susan's nipples harden under her flimsy top when she saw Petal in her black clothing and impossibly long hair!