It was less than a month... That's all it took and both Susan and I couldn't have been more amazed or thankful of my sister Bev's hard work and take-no-prisoners approach in having Mitch not only evicted from the house that Susan and he had shared throughout their marriage, but also, he was stuck with all of the bills.. Legal and otherwise...
In the mean time, Susan had been proving herself to be a completely different person than the one I had found sitting on her front door step that first morning, smoking a cigarette and wondering what was to become of her life.
"Heather do you remember when you asked if I'd like to cut my hair but I never really answered you..?" Susan asked me on the same day we heard the final good news that her house had sold - but we'll get to that...
"Yeah why? Have you thought about it? I think a shorter look would suit you much better..." I started as I sat down in my dressing robe while Susan lovingly filled my coffee mug, standing beside me in the bright morning light, she too dressed in only her light pink dressing gown, her hair a mess, and yet still she looked gorgeous.
"Yes, I do want to cut it now... I was afraid but now that... Now that I've moved on and the divorce and house sale are under way - oh and with work going so well too... I just thought maybe it was time... Plus it will be so much easier to maintain... I just wanted your opinion... So you do want me to cut it..?" Susan went on, still sounding like she wanted my permission or at least my approval more so than my opinion - and yeah, I was all for it...
"Yes I do think you should cut it Susan, but what were you thinking like a bob? Or do you still want some length to it..?" I asked wanting to feel her out because I wanted her to go short-short, like a bob as I was suggesting - or a pixie cut keeping it tight to her neck and shaggy on top.
For one I thought it would look amazingly sexy on her, with the shape of her face and her body, it would in fact make her look younger. And secondly, with her hair as long as it was, it was making her look like an older woman desperately trying to hang on to her youth which is never really a good look for any woman of a maturing age.
"That's what I'm not sure of..." Susan answered, and that's where she wanted my advice...
"Well, let's look at it this way Susan..." I began as she sat with me while having our morning coffee.
"So much has changed in your life in the past month, and all of it has been quite dramatic don't you think..?" I asked then leaning to her and brushing the hair out of her eyes.
"I'll say... I mean, look at where I am and who... who I'm with...!" She said then, almost sounding sarcastic.
"What's that that suppose to mean missy..?" I teased back...
"No! Oh no that's not what I meant, or how I meant to say that... Oh God, I'm sorry... Don't be mad at me... I - I..." Susan went on then, blubbering and acting like I was pissed with her, but I wasn't... I knew what she meant.
"Oh relax Susan... What I mean is that with everything radically changing in your life, I think a radical hair cut is in order as well, that's why I think you should go short... Very short..." I said to her, being playful and letting her off the hook.
But while we had the subject of 'radical-change' on the table, I thought I'd throw in another suggestion. One that I had wanted to bring up with her at some point if our relationship looked to be continuing in the direction I was hoping - and so far - it was...
So, not so casually... I asked...
Rising from my chair and stepping behind where she stayed sat at the small kitchen table I placed my hands on her shoulders and leaned down, whispering into her ear from behind her...
"Do you know what else I think would look beautiful on you my darling, sexy - hot Suzy-Q..?" I asked in a whisper, then kissing her neck and watching her coil into me, tittering with my gentle kisses along the nape of her neck.
Silently then, I slid my hands down onto her robe, my fingers and palms encircling and holding up her big, braless tits, my thumbs, dragging across her nipples, the sensation causing her to hiss this time, rather than to giggle her delight, leaning back into me, her eyes closed, letting me touch and feel her.
"What I think would look and feel stunningly, beautiful on you baby is if we had these gorgeous nipples of yours pierced and adorned with two very pretty gold rings... Your delicious nipples would look soooo sexy and ummm... I'd never want to stop sucking on them and making you feel sooo--so gooood..."
Coming to her senses a little and sitting up, I was curious with how she reacted, I thought maybe I'd cross some sort of line... And as it turned out, I sort of had...
"What's that matter Susan? Have I up set you with my request? Is that something you can't ever see yourself doing..? Because it's okay if you don't..." I started saying but then, feeling like she had better explain herself quickly, to not let me think that way - Yet what I was however? I was once blown away...
"No... No it's not that, I'm not upset - it's just that... Mitch had said something along those lines about me getting a piercing but... But not there, not my nipples..." Susan began as I stayed where I was, behind her but more so just rubbing her shoulders and upper chest, rather than pinching and playing with her hardening nipples as I had been, getting her excited and turned on while thinking I might soften her on the idea of having them pierced.
"Where? Where did he suggest..?" I asked in a calm quiet voice, not really liking the idea of his name coming back around, but I guess as much was to be expected.
Going shy and tilting her head towards mine she whispered... "My clitty..."
God it was so cute the way she said it "My clitty"- almost in a whisper, like it was bad word she wasn't suppose to say, it just made it all that much hotter... Yet besides this, I was taken aback with Mitch's suggestion and of course, I had to ask why...
