I checked my watch and saw there was an hour before I had to be back at the office. I walked into my favorite barbershop in town, Ted’s. They didn’t do appointments, but I’d never had a bad haircut there.
Inside there was one person in a chair getting a haircut. The other chairs were taken by bored barbers. They glanced up at me and one stood, flashing a smile framed by ruby red lips.
“You ready?” She asked, brushing her blonde hair out of her face. The brown roots revealed blonde wasn’t her natural color.
I smiled. “Yes ma’am,” my deep country accent and southern manners came out in one fell swoop. I sat down in the chair.
She began folding the collar of my polo. Her fingers brushing my neck sent chills down my spine. I brought my hands together, spinning my wedding band around on my finger.
“What are we doing today?” She said, with her own sweet, southern draw. Her voice was sweet like honeysuckle on a hot summer day.
“I want to keep it long-ish. I really just need a trim on my beard and hair. I’m beginning to look like a mountain man.” I laughed.
She bit her lip. She eyed me up and down with her emerald green eyes. “I’ve seen worse.” She shook the black barber’s cape and buttoned it around my neck. Her fingertips ran across my skin again causing another involuntary shiver.
She placed both hands on the side of my face, guiding me back. “Relax. You’re really tense.” I did as she asked and leaned slowly back in the chair. I felt my head brush her chest.
“It’s been a while since I actually got a haircut,” I said, resting against the chair back.
“I can’t say I blame you. I’ve had some pretty terrible experiences. The summer before my senior year of high school, I wanted to donate my hair. The girl who cut my hair cut it up to here,” she shared as she held her hand flat across her shoulder. “I was fine. She blow-dried it and trimmed it some more. When she turned me around, I almost started crying. It was this short.” This time she held her hand halfway up her ear.
“I bet you pulled it off. You probably made all the other girls jealous.” I glanced at her and smiled. Her face flushed red as she smiled slightly.
She laughed. “I wish. Even my best friend Jeremy thought it was bad. On the first day of school, I had my hair in little pigtails. He kept begging me to let them down. I promised I would after school. He used to drive me home.” She paused and stood back, looking around my head and running her hand across the top of my head to fix my disheveled hair. “Once we got in his car, I put my hair down and he freaked out. He told me to put it up. Kinda hurt my feelings.”
I rolled my shoulders and shifted slightly in the chair. I wanted to know more about her, I wanted to hear more of the struggles she faced. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers along the smooth edge of my wedding band. Something about this girl made me crave her. I couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Are you from here?” She asked, running her hand through my hair and holding it between her fingers. She started clipping the edges of my hair and tiny strands of hair littered the surrounding ground.
“I am. Born and raised. Are you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. I had never seen her before, and I knew pretty much everyone in this small town.
“No, about two hours away. I’ve always loved the beach, so I moved down here about a year ago.” She answered, continuing to run her hand through my hair and clipping it. There was an erection pushing its way through my pants. I shivered again and felt the goosebumps form along my body. “I used to come down here and party a lot in college.”
“We’ve probably been at the same party. I used to be a big partier in college. Drink, drank, drunk.” I sucked in my stomach slightly as I thought about her more passionately. Her hands worked their way around my face as she trimmed my beard.
I closed my eyes and imagined us laying together in bed with nothing but our hands on one another. I turned my wedding band around on my finger, faster with each touch I imagined. Her fingers gently caressed the sides of my cheek as she ran her hand through my beard. In my mind, she wrapped her hand around the side of my head and pulled me in for a kiss.
“Okay, I think that’s it,” she said, jolting me back to reality. I opened my eyes and shifted in my seat, willing the erection down so I could get out of the chair.
She unclipped the cape and freed me from the chair. I stood and ran my hands down my body, trying to tuck it away subtly. I looked back at her, our eyes meeting, passion rearing within me. “How much do I owe you?”
“Twenty-five.” She smiled.
I reached into my back pocket and pulled two twenty-dollar bills out. I handed her the money, her fingers brushing against the palm of my hand causing me to tense up again.
“Any change?” She asked with a slight smile.
“No ma’am.” I paused, contemplating giving her my number. I hesitated for a moment before glancing beside her and catching her name on the mirror. “Thank you, Simone. I appreciate the conversation.” I pushed on the underside of my wedding band and left the barbershop.