While it was not ideal, Beth was not about to disturb her friend by just telling her she wanted to explore this fetish with her. There was still a bit of guilt in her mind, in addition to a little disappointment that she had nobody to confide in about it. Still, she felt she could enjoy herself privately afterwards, and that there would be no harm in it.
Once Jenny finished putting her things away, she left her room, and announced: “Now! How about lunch?”.
Beth, was snapped out of her contemplation by this, and stood up from the desk again, before replying: “Yeah, let’s do that.”.
After preparing lunch, they sat on either side of a small dining table with 4 chairs, near a window where the midday sun could fill the room. Once they had both started eating at a leisurely pace, Beth piped up:
“Jenny? One thing I have noticed is my hair has gotten a little longer than I would prefer now, and I’m probably due for at least a trim. I remember when I was living in a dorm, sometimes it would get really messy. Do you… think you could cut it for me?”
Jenny looked up from the plate, and gave an agreeable smile: “Yeah, I think I could do that for you. You aren’t broke again are you? If it’s just an inch or so, I think it will be no big deal.”.
Beth felt a little nervous again, as Jenny had so casually poked a hole in her logic. Still, she managed to respond in a casual tone herself: “No, I’m not exactly broke, I just figure, why spend the money, and go through the trouble of taking the time to go out, when we can do it here?”.
Jenny had already began talking when Beth noticed she had neglected to mention if she really did just want an inch or two cut off. The experience would definitely be less intense then.
“Well, I don’t have much anything else planned today, so we could just do it later this afternoon if you’d like? I know we have the things ready for it. Think we even have a pair of clippers lying around, which we will probably never use.”
Beth sighed, and grinned a little dreamily, as she imagined what the haircut might be like. Would she just stop after a normal trim, would she keep asking for more and more to be taken off, or would she ask something totally different? When would she stop?
It would definitely be strange to have her hair cut with clippers, but she had read so much about how pleasant they felt combing the hair straight off the scalp; so close to the scalp. She read about how the stubble was so soft and fuzzy, and how comfortable short hair could be. Her hair had been long for so many years, she could barely imagine it any other way. Men are so lucky, she thought.
Although, there were a few distinctly feminine styles which involved clippers, they were all relatively complicated, and she was worried about them not turning out well. The thought crossed her mind, one nice thing about long hair, is mistakes when trimming it are not so noticeable. What if a short hairstyle turned out badly, and the only way to fix the growth was to shave all around, back to an even length?
Beth could herself already getting warm, and tingly, before Jenny snapped her out of the daze: “Beth, are you okay? You look flushed, and kindof out of it.”.
A little defensively, Beth replied: “Yeah, I’m alright. I guess I just let my mind wander.”.
Seeing the defensiveness of her tone, Jenny said in a gentle tone: “Alright, sorry if I startled you.”.
Feeling a little guilty again, Beth replied: “No, I’m sorry for snapping at you. There was no good reason to do that.”.
By this time, they were finishing up their food, and Jenny remarked: “Well, let’s clean up here, then we can start getting stuff together for the haircut. We can set everything on the island in the kitchen, and move a chair there.”.
Beth replied with a simple “Sure!”, then they were busy washing dishes, and gathering items for the haircut. By the time they were finished, one of the dining chairs was setting next to the kitchen island, along with a nice boar-hair brush, some combs, a pair of entry-level priced haircutting scissors, which still worked quite well, and were pretty well cared for, and a few towels.
Jenny placed her hands at either side on the back of the chair and offered: “Have a seat!”.
Without another word, Beth grinned, and combed her hands back through her hair, the fingers through the top layer, and the thumbs gathering the hair over her ears. Holding it like she meant to tie it up, she plopped down in the chair, and leaned back into it comfortably, so her legs were spread slightly, and her collar was right near the top of the chair.
Finally, she released the hair to gracefully drift down the back of the seat. Her heart was pounding now, when she previously would have barely thought about the haircut. Then, when Jenny asked: “Are you all comfy?”, Beth gulped and simply replied: “Yup!”.
With that said, Jenny began to carefully brush out Beth’s hair, starting first near the ends, which she noted were indeed a little ragged, and reached so far that she needed to stoop down to reach them. Careful not to painfully pull the hair, she placed her left hand above the area she brushed to hold it in place.
Stroke after stroke, Jenny tended to Beth’s hair, brushing from left to right, then right to left, then moving up to repeat the process over a longer section. Each time, Beth’s head nodded slightly at the pressure, which lulled her into a peaceful state. The sensation was so soothing, yet so stimulating at the same time, and her eyelids became lax as her thoughts turned inwards.
Eventually, Jenny had moved to brush in long strokes through the entire length of Beth’s hair, the only sounds in the room being that of their quiet breathing, and the soft rustling of the bristles against the strands.
When she was finished, careful not to startle Beth, she gingerly sat the brush on the island, and slowly wrapped her fingers around Beth’s shoulder, before whispering:
“Hey Beth! You look like you’re about to fall asleep. Actually, you never did mention what you want to do with your hair.”
Opening her eyes a little wider, Beth glanced in Jenny’s direction, and replied in a quiet tone: “Oh, yeah, sorry about that. It really felt nice.”.
Jenny smiled and piped up again: “I don’t mind, I’m happy to brush your hair.”.
Beth’s heart fluttered in a final moment of consideration.