Shaving Jamie Part I
“NOOOOOO!” I rushed into the bathroom as I heard Jamie’s blood-curdling scream! I had expected that she had electrocuted herself with her hair dryer or something just by the tone and urgency of her yelp, but when I got there, I found nothing to be wrong; in fact, I was quite amused. I guess Jamie’s new dye job didn’t exactly turn out the way she wanted it, unless of course she actually meant to dye her hair green.
I should explain something right now. With Jamie, I never knew exactly what to expect. We knew each other all through elementary and middle school, and she was just an ordinary girl. However, by our sophomore year in high school, Jamie finally cut loose. She began to wear short skirts and slightly revealing blouses (fortunately for all concerned she has the body, trust me). Also, Jamie bleached her hair. Although the brunette Jamie and I were friends, the blonde Jamie and I became a bit more than friends. We dated through high school and she surprised me every step of the way.
I figured Jamie’s green hair was just another one of her surprises. We hadn’t seen each other since spring break in March and it was now June. When I was home over spring break Jamie had become a redhead, but was back to blonde by the end of the week. She told me she’d surprise me with a new color for the summer, but I hardly expected green. And apparently, neither did she.
“Well, this is interesting,” I mused.
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“Oh, shut the hell up!” she snapped. “I didn’t want to come home for the summer but my parents made me, so I was trying for black before they came home. You know, out of defiance and all. But it didn’t work. My hair was too damn blonde, and now it’s ruined! What can I do?”
Right then it hit me. Jamie was always surprising. She was the first girl really to change hair colors drastically in high school, and she always pushed the limits with clothing. I figured now would be the time that I could make my move.
“Well,” I said in my most innocent voice, so if Jamie didn’t agree, at least she would think it was a joke, “you could always cut it off.” At first I thought Jamie gave me her best sarcastic look, real evil and all, but then, I saw her eyes change.
“Y’know that’s not a bad idea. Thanks!” I could hardly believe it! I’d finally get my chance to fulfil my greatest fantasy with her. I pictured myself revving up the ol’ clippers and chopping into her shoulder- length multi-colored tresses. But before I could vocalize my opinion, Jamie had thrown a towel around her blouse and had grabbed a pair of scissors. If anyone would do the cutting, Jamie would herself.
I watched Jamie for what appeared to be an eternity, while all the time hoping she might notice how excited I had become and let me take a snip or two, but she hadn’t. However, I did get my turn after all. Jamie had cut her hair quite short, and it looked good, but she wasn’t satisfied. “What can I do to finish it off?” she asked.
I didn’t even say anything. I found a pair of clippers in her bathroom drawer and switched them on. Jamie twitched involuntarily when they came to life. As I ran the guarded clippers over the nape of her neck and sides of her head I could tell she was just as excited as I was. My clean-up job on her hair was over all too soon. Jamie massaged some mousse into her hair, so it would be spiked. Her hair no longer looked terribly green, just slightly tinged. She sighed when she looked at herself in the mirror.
“Perfect. Why didn’t I do this sooner?” she asked me.
“Darling, I have no idea. But next time, PLEASE let me do it!”
“All right, it’s a deal!” Jamie smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I had a feeling it was just another empty promise, but before long, all my fantasies would come true . . .
Six weeks had passed. The summer in my hometown grew oppressively hot and sticky. Jamie’s hair (which she had successfully dyed black by now) had grown into a sort of bowl-like shag cut. Jamie seemed to be pleased with her hair. Her parents were sufficiently shocked, and her friends thought it was absolutely wonderful. So did I. But then, the weather changed.
“Damn this heat!” I heard Jamie scream one night. “It’s impossible to do anything with my stupid hair!”
“Oh, come on,” I commented. “You never had this problem when it was still long.”
“That’s what you think, only now it’s even worse than ever. I hate my hair. I wish I could just c–,” Jamie stopped short as she realized what she was about to say. She flashed me a quick smile and I knew what she wanted.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Hell, yes!” Jamie meant business and I was in seventh heaven. Within minutes Jamie had taken off her blouse and draped a towel around herself after entering the bathroom. I joined her there and fired up the clippers. Just in case she changed her mind I put a guard on so she’d still have some hair, but when she saw me do that, she insisted I remove it. Jamie had never wanted to do anything more in her life.
Once again the clippers came to life. Jamie twitched involuntarily, but continued to smile. As she was getting quite impatient for me to get on with it (leave it to Jamie not to allow me to savor the moment), I began buzzing down her head with large strokes quite rapidly. I was done within three minutes, which was all too soon for me. I was starting to have the feeling that my newly shorn girlfriend was feeling the same way. Jamie looked great; just like a Marine recruit, but she wasn’t completely satisfied. Neither was I.
“I’ve got it!” I yelled as the lightbulb came on over my head. I didn’t even have to ask Jamie if she wanted the full treatment as I dispensed an ample portion of shaving cream into my palm. I could tell Jamie was getting more excited every second I took to lather her head.
When it came to the shaving, I savored the moment as long as possible. Jamie was thrilled with my work, and so was I. But soon it was over. Jamie’s naturally brunette stubble had disappeared. However, Jamie was disappointed. She had wanted it to last longer. Hey, who am I to complain? I gave her a second treatment to make sure I hadn’t missed anything.
But that too was soon over. Jamie flashed me the biggest smile I had ever seen when she looked at herself in the mirror. She began to get up from the chair when I noticed I hadn’t quite finished the job after all. I asked Jamie to sit back down as I dispensed some more shaving cream into my palm.
“What’s this for?”
“Oh, you’ll find out,” I replied. “You might want to close your eyes.” Jamie knew what I had in mind right then. The day had been going perfectly until now, but then we argued. Jamie didn’t want me to continue, but I insisted it was necessary to complete her new look. Finally, I suppose just to keep me happy, Jamie complied and sat back down. I massaged the cream into her eyebrows and shaved them off with great expedience so Jamie wouldn’t have time to change her mind again.
After all had been said and done, Jamie was pleased with her new look. She repaid me for all “my troubles” by giving me the longest, most passionate kiss I had ever experienced.
“All my troubles? Hell, no problem at all. All in a day’s work,” I told her. Jamie laughed and sent me out of the bathroom while she changed. When she came out, she was clad in an all black bustier with black leather miniskirt and fishnet stockings. Her makeup was dark and intense. Weird, I thought to myself, I had gone into the bathroom with Jamie and out came a total stranger! However, I loved her new look almost as much as she did, and her friends, after getting over the initial shock, grew to love it as well.
Jamie and I broke up at the end of the summer. I went back to college lost and alone. But then I met Kelli, and our relationship was even greater. At first I thought Kelli was perfect, but when she started complaining about her hair (much like Jamie), how could I just sit idly by and do nothing? Soon I would take matters into my own hands . . .
TO BE CONTINUED . . .