I walked into our hairdresser and she was immediately available to take my appointment. My wife, Shelly, and I had been clients of Catherine for 10 months. I loved her because she was trendy, butch-gay and open to talking about life. Catherine and Shelly had had the same kind of relationship as Catherine and I, chatty and warm.
Our conversation eventually came around to her long-distance relationship and how it was waning due to the stresses we have all had in those types of relationships.
"I don't know if it is the right thing. She is so young and doesn't understand. Sometimes I feel like going back to my old ways ..."
No longer had I heard that and my throat began to dry. I had asked Catherine for a favor a while back and hoped to hear whether our plan had worked. But I was both nervous and excited. I knew what she meant when she said 'old ways'.
Catherine could tell my excitement but sat me down like all regular clients and we talked about what she would do to my hair, told me of her summer, the shop etc. She knew I wasn't interested in any of that. I could tell by the smirk that she knew what I wanted to hear. With a tap on my shoulder and a nod, we moved over for a hair-wash.
This was my favorite part of any haircut and particularly with Catherine. This area of shop is more private and we can talk openly. As I reclined into the formed lounge chair in front of the sink, I heard Catherine adjust the water to just the right temperature. When I say she gives great head, I actually mean her head massage. Her fingers are a spectacular mix of strength and caring. Despite my pent up anticipation, I couldn't help but moan when she slipped her fingers firmly around my head and over my temples.
At that moment, Catherine leans down and whispers " You sound like Shelly when she was over the other night."
Immediately I got hard! I couldn't wait to hear details that Shelly omitted when I asked how their visit went. As she crawled into bed the other night, she told me it went fine, but didn't volunteer any details. She didn't mention it in the morning except to reiterate that it went fine and that Catherine was such an interesting person. I am sure she didn't have any idea I was an accomplice.
You see, about a month ago, I asked Catherine for a big favor. I knew that she had nurtured one night stands from curious friends in the past. She is kind, sensitive and aggressive enough to move the reluctance to acceptance with ease and compassion. She told me she had initiated several friends into an hour, or more often, into a night of Sapphic pleasure. Shelly has a body to die for and they were good friends already. Would she be willing to hit on Shelly? I asked her to test gently so as not to scare Shelly off. I didn't want this to threaten a great friendship.
Catherine told me that she had such a crush on Shelly and would love to get her hands on that body. She admitted that although this would be great fun, she was actually kind of nervous.
Catherine went back to massaging my head, knowing this teasing was killing me! She talked about how she and Shelly have great talks while she is cutting her hair. The talks are different. They get into things like a close friends. Catherine feels she can discuss anything and Shelly, a psychologist, agrees. They talk about of girlfriend stuff and their respective relationships. Shelly tells me how each visit ends in a great, appreciative hug both for the service and for the talk.
Catherine and I on the other hand, have had this understanding that conversations are slow and detailed. They need to well up like a surf, each wave teasing the shoreline, closer and closer then receding for a set .
As she was massaging, she told me that the two of them had organized a glass of wine after work to discuss Catherine's relationship turmoil. They met at a trendy restaurant. Catherine wore her white jeans with a frayed rip on her right knee, and a simple button-up blue shirt, undone to her bra-snap. Shelly showed up wearing a funky, colorful, open-back, summer dress knotted at the back of her neck. Each side of the tie formed one side of the 'V' that plunged from her neck to 3 inches above the waist. She loved going braless because her chest was younger than her 38 years. Her tits were still firm and the cotton dress top showed off the perfectly round shape of each breast. Both men and women often took a second look at Shelly when she dressed like this,
I know this restaurant and it is always busy on a Thurs night. As it turned out, only bar stools were available. Shelly suggested they start at the bar and move to a table if it became available.
Sitting at the bar is our regular ritual and inevitably we end up conversing and grazing through tapas or appetizers all night with a couple of glasses of wine.
They grabbed stools at the bar and as soon as two glasses of Chardonnay showed up, Shelly proposed a toast to friendships. Both grabbed their glasses, looked shyly into each others' eyes and clinked glasses. At that moment Catherine saw something in Shelly that just needed some leadership to push to the next level.
The conversation flowed smoothly. They talked about relationships, the past, meeting me, fifteen years of steady life, etc. At one point Shelly joked about a moment when I didn't understand her frustration about something. She awkwardly but not inadvertently touched Catherine's knee.
