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Hair Dressing
George Thomas
<vthomas@mindspring.com>
Chapter 1 (of more to come)
This story centers around my teenage years when I was a high school
student. It involves my cousins, the daughters of my dad's sisters,
three girls, two of which were the daughters of my aunt younger than my
dad and the other the daughter of my aunt older than my dad. That is
kind of a difficult thing to describe, but think about it and you'll get
the picture. Lea and Kay are the sisters, they are actually 4 years
apart, and Brenda is exactly in the middle, being two years older than
Lea. I am older than Lea by about 6 months or so, thus I am younger
than Brenda by about 1 year. Wow what a confusing situation. Just
remember that we were all about the same age, and in high school at the
same time, although we did not go to the same high school. I went to
the middle class high school, while all my cousins went to the upper
class, ritzy, ritzy, high school. All of this occurred during the mid
to late 1960's and involved the change in hair styles from the short,
greasy styles of the late 1950's to the long hair of the 1970's.
My hair is naturally curly, I don't mean kinky, but just a natural sheen
and body that makes it a real pain in the ass to keep under control when
it is long. I much preferred the shorter styles, not the grease balls
that were so popular with all my older uncles, but the short cuts that
are back in style today.
Anyway the summer between my sophomore and junior years in high school I
spent working the wheat harvest, beginning on farms in Minnesota ending
in the Texas Panhandle, and there just wasn't time enough in the day to
get a hair cut. By the end of the summer my hair had grown out to that
"shaggy dog" look, down in my eyes and just all around a mess, but the
work kept us so busy nobody cared anyway. Heck on the days we weren't
in the fields combining wheat, we had the equipment to maintain and keep
working, so there was very little concern over who looked like what. I
never wore anything but cutoffs and a maybe a T-shirt.
I worked the haul trucks, the grain bed 10 wheelers that move the grain
from the fields to the storage bins. My job was to get into the truck
and using a scoop shovel make sure the grain stayed in the truck bed
when it was being augured from the bin on the combine into the truck.
I then rode the truck to the elevator and unloaded the trucks into the
bins. Unloading usually meant all we had to do was keep the grain
going into the auger pans and not on the ground. But the work was
steady and back breaking. What food we ate was burned up by the hard
work, no fat accumulated on any of us, and by the end of the season all
of us were hard as nails. I don't think I have ever been in that good
of physical condition since. On one farm, where the crop was to be
used as seed, we sacked the grain in 100 pound gunny sacks and stacked
it on 18 wheeler flat beds. We worked for a week, doing nothing but
sacking and stacking. Mostly I carried the sacks from where they were
being filled and sewn shut and stacked them on the trucks. All day
long, day light to dark, I carried those damned sacks of grain. I
carried them 2 or 3 at a time, 200 or 300 hundred pounds of grain, 50 to
100 feet from where the sackers were working to the truck. I know
exactly why those farm boys don't stay on the farm.
I only worked until the week before school was to start, and then headed
home with a bunch of guys going to the Texas Rio Grande Valley to work
the melon and orange harvest. They dropped me off at my parents house
about the middle of the morning on Saturday. One of my aunts was there
visiting with my folks when they dropped me off. When I walked in the
house my parents didn't even know me. They thought I was a Mexican, I
was so deeply tanned, and skinny as a rail, from all the baby fat that
I'd left in the fields. As soon as my dad realized who I was, he got
pissed because my hair looked like hell. I planned to immediately get
it cut and when I told him, all he could say was, "Fine get it done,
today!"
The aunt who was visiting had her daughter, the one just about my age,
Lea, there with her. I didn't hang around to visit with the adults,
they were all sitting around the dinning room table, I just headed
straight for the bathroom and the first real shower that I'd had in
three months. As I passed through the living-room I said hi to Lea,
she didn't know me either. I had to tell her who it was. When she
finally realized that it was me she came running and gave me a very
hesitant hug. She looked at me for a second and said, "What happened to
you?" I laughed and said, "Hay, I been working my butt off for the
past three months." She said, "Well you look like a wildman and smell
like one too!" I laughed and said, "Yeah, I know, believe me a bath
will feel great." She laughed and said, "Thanks, I was hoping that was
what you were going to do next." I said, "Give me a few minutes, I'll
be right back." She said, "OK, I am bored to death, all they do is set
and talk." Thinking about getting my hair cut, I said, "I'm going to
get my hair cut just a soon as I get a shower, want to go." She said,
"Let me check with mom, but if she says OK, I'd like to go." I said,
"OK, ask her while I take a shower." "She said, "All right."
I hurried on down the hall to my room, actually the room that I shared
with my brother, who was no where to be seen. He is two years younger
than me and had taken to spending all of his time at one of his friends
house, so I figured that he was over there now.
I stripped off the stinky clothes and took the one of those quick
showers that I had grown accustomed to in the fields where all we had
was ice cold well water. believe me there at nothing as cold as fresh
well water. In the fields where all of us worked there just isn't
enough time to have modesty and when I came out of the shower Lea was
setting on the bed. I had a towel around my waist, so I wasn't exposed
or anything, but she jumped up to leave and I said, "Oh no problem, let
me get some clean stuff out of the drawer there and I'll change in the
bathroom." She said, "Hay, if it don't bother you, well it don't
bother me." I said, "Well we have been raised together haven't we."
She laughed and said, "Yeah, all these years and now we are going to get
modest." I laughed and so did she. She added, "I can go with you,
Mom said you'd have to bring my by the house though." I said, "OK no
problem. I just got to talk dad in to letting me take the car." I'd
been driving since I was 14 so I didn't think there would be any
problems.
I grabbed a clean T-shirt and underwear out of my chest and turned my
back on Lea to put on the underwear. Standing there in my whitey
tighties, Lea could see me. As I turned back toward her, she said,
"God, what happened to you?" I looked at her with a shocked kind of
expression, she said, "Oh, well I meant, your muscles, you got
muscles." I laughed and said, "Lea we are growing up, remember." She
laughed and said, "Yeah, I know, but I never thought you'd look like
this." I laughed and she said, "I mean you are beautiful." I
couldn't help but laugh again and I said, "Lea men aren't beautiful,
women are beautiful." She laughed and said, "I mean your body, your
have the hardest body I have ever seen." I laughed again and said,
"Well Lea, tell me how many bodies have you seen?" She was embarrassed
for a second, but then she said, "Well, I might surprise you", there was
an ornery look in her eyes. I laughed again and slipped the T-shirt
on.
Grabbing the towel that I'd had around my waist I started rubbing my
hair to get some of the water out of it. She sat on the edge of the
bed and just watched me. Finally when I had it mostly dry I reached to
the dresser and picked up the comb and started trying to run it through
my hair. That was when I realized what a pain long hair can be. I
had not used any of the cream rinse that was in the bathroom on my hair
and it was a pretty much tangled up mess. Lea sat and watched me for a
few minutes and then said, "Here let me help you, set down on the bed
and let me comb it out. I do this for Kay all the time and she does it
for me." I said, "Sure" and handed her the comb. She looked at the
comb for a second and said, "You got a brush, a brush will work lots
better." I didn't have one, I'd never needed one before and I said,
"No, I don't have a brush." She said, "Stay right here, I'll get mine
out of my purse." I sat on the bed as she hurried out of the room.
She was only gone a second or two and when she came back in she had her
purse with her.
She sat her purse on the bed beside me and began to take all kinds of
things out, a brush, a comb, her makeup mirror, a couple of small
bottles of stuff. I said, "What is this, Lea's Beauty Parlor?" She
laughed and said, ""Sort of, I take all this stuff with me every where I
go." I laughed and she laughed. She said, "I need to put a little
bit of this on your hair, and opened a bottle and begin to shake it on
to the palm of her hand. I said, "What's that?" She said, "It is a
conditioner." All I could say was, "Oh". She stood beside me and
rubbed her hands lightly together and said, "You need to take off that
shirt, other wise this stuff will leave little yellow circles on it."
I slipped the shirt back over my head and flipped it on to the bed.
She immediately stepped up to me and began to run her hands through my
hair, kind of in a light combing action. She told me what she was
doing as she went along. She said, "First we need to get this stuff on
kind of evenly and then we will work it in." With the last words she
began to rub my scalp very vigorously, and it felt absolutely
fabulous. Her long nails scrapping across my scalp was like liquid
fire and my whole body began to tingle, my eyes seemed to close by
themselves. She noticed that I had my eyes closed and said, "Feels
good huh?" I couldn't even talk and was just barely able to nod my
head in acknowledgment. She said, "I am going to give you the full
treatment!" I couldn't imagine what the full treatment could be if
what she was doing felt so good, what could feel better. She continued
by saying, "Kay and I do this for each other every night, but first let
me close the door." She reached out and gave the door a light shove
and closed with a solid thud and then she was back massaging the
conditioner into my hair. Chill bumps were covering every inch of my
body, it was the most wonderful feeling that I'd ever had.
She massaged away for 4 or 5 minutes, scrapping her long nails across my
scalp and then rubbing my head. She worked her hands around to the
side of my head and began to massage the areas around my temples and
then over and behind my ears. I couldn't take it, I stood straight up
from the bed. It was almost like tickling me to death. She laughed
and said, "Feels good huh?" I said, "It tickles!" She said, "OK, I
will stop being mean, but we need to get the tangles combed out of your
hair while it is still damp otherwise, it will be full of knots."
There was a chair setting by the door and she said, "Drag that chair
over here by the mirror and let me comb out your hair." I said, "OK,
but no more tickling." She said, "OK, I promise." Up to that point
we had been standing so close together that neither of us could really
see the other one, I mean other than our faces. As I started to step
away from Lea, to get the chair, I noticed that I had a raging hard
on. All the nice feeling of her hands on the top of my head had
completely taken my mind away from the rest of my anatomy. I didn't
move, I just sat back down on the bed, hoping that the flag pole in my
whitey tighties would quickly go away.
I sat down so quickly that Lea was taken completely by surprise and
said, "Are you OK?" With a little laugh I said, "Yeah I am fine, just
I got a little problem." She looked concerned for a second, and said,
"Are you dizzy or something?" I laughed and said, "Well no not really,
just I think I need to set here for a few minutes." Still concerned
she said, "OK, you set right there and I'll get the chair." She
dragged it across the room, placing it in front of the mirror. For a
second she had her back to me and I decided that I could probably hide
the erect appendage by pushing it down between my legs. But she didn't
stay turned around as long as I thought and when she glanced back it me
I had my hands in my underwear. See me setting there like that she
immediately burst out laughing and said, "I see, you got a knot in
something other than your hair!" I laughed and seeing that she was
making a big joke out of the whole situation, I straightened myself out
a little more, clamped my legs together to keep the pole down and then
pulled my shorts back into place.
She said, "OK, get over here." I was stuck, with my hard dick held
between my legs, if I moved it would spring out again. I said, "Maybe
I should set here for a couple of minutes." She said, "Nope, get on
over here. If that is the only problem you got, then it ain't a
problem." I stood up slowly trying to keep my dick between my legs and
began to inch across toward the chair. I never made it to the chair,
about half way across the room, out springs the old beaner, sticking
straight out, all 8.5 inches of it. Lea almost fell down laughing.
It was my turn to be embarrassed. She said, "Get on over here and set
down, let that take care of it's self." I hobbled on over to the chair
and sat down.
She began to brush my hair, little short strokes. Finding the tangled
knots and work them out. It didn't take all that long for her to get
my hair all combed out, but she kept on brushing and said, "100 strokes
a day will keep it all things in there place." Then she started
laughing. I didn't get the joke and I said, "Hay whats so funny?"
She said, "I'll bet that thing, and she pointed the hair brush at my
dick, takes more than 100 strokes a day to keep it in place." I
laughed once it dawned on me what she was saying. I said, "Well my
dear, it takes a lot more than 100 strokes to get the knot out of this
thing." She and I both laughed real hard at that one. As soon as we
stopped laughing she said, "Well let me finish the 100 strokes up here
and then we'll see how many strokes it takes!" I was shocked for a
second, and she laughed at me and said, "Just kidding, you need to take
care of that yourself!" I said, "Well there is nothing like a little
help from your friends." She said, "I can see that you need much more
than a friend to help with that." I said, "Yep, it has been one long
summer."
She continued to brush my hair in silence for a few minutes. She put
the brush down on the dresser and ran her hands through my hair, it was
completely dry now. She said, "You know you have beautiful hair." I
said, "Lea remember, MEN are NOT beautiful." She said, "No, I am not
kidding, it is wonderful to touch and feel. I wish mine were half as
full as yours." I said, "Lea, right now I got more problems with
things that are full other than my hair." I noticed that she was kind
of leaning against my back, pressing her breasts into me. She had on a
light blouse, one of those thin cotton prints, and I could feel her
turgid nipples against my back. I was afraid to move and so was she.
In kind of a husky voice she said, "You know us girls we have problems
like yours too, we just don't show it so much." As she said that she
kind of slid around me and as she came up to the side of the chair she
lifted her left leg up and set it on the opposite side of the chair, she
was straddling me. She slowly lowered herself until she was setting on
my lap, the skirt she was wearing rising up along her legs to form a
bundle that obscured my hard penis in the folds of the material.
In one long movement she rocked her hips forward, pressing her pussy to
my rock hard penis. I could feel the head of my penis being pushed
over the top of the waist band of my underwear. She again slowly
rocked her hips forward, her panties coming contact with the head of my
dick. I raised my hands up and felt her tits through the material of
her blouse, she respond by rocking her pussy into my dick again. I
squeezed her nipples again and she rocked forward.
As if in slow motion she slid her hand left hand down my chest, her long
nails leaving a trail of fire in their wake, wave after wave of scalding
chill bumps coursing across my chest. Her fingers continued to travel
on down my chest and across my stomach, making little scratching motions
all the way down. When her nails contacted the head of my penis it was
like a red hot poker touching me. My muscles contracted and I banged
my pelvis hard into her pussy. She rolled her head back and said, "God
that feels good." I couldn't say anything, I rolled into her again.
She said, "I need it in me, put it in me, do it now." I tried to
squirm around to get my dick out, but with her setting on my lap there
was nothing I could do. We both began to scramble around, she reached
between us, pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, I grabbed my
dick and just pushed it out away from my body. In a single motion she
sank down on me, pushing my penis deeply into her. She was so wet the
fluid from her body was almost flowing out. The heat of her was almost
unbelievable. She rocked back once, twice and then I was coming. I
couldn't stop, spasm, after spasm jerking me into her. She was right
with me, as the contractions of her orgasm course through her.
We sat linked to together like that for a little while longer. I held
her against me and she ran her hands through my hair, saying, "It is
beautiful, it is beautiful." I said, "Yes it is beautiful."
With a sudden movement she stood up and said, "Well it sure didn't take
a hundred strokes!" and laughed. My penis was still as hard as
stone. I said, "Yeah, but we have only started stroking." She
laughed and said, "Yeah but from now on the strokes will be away from
the folks." I said, "OK let me get dressed and lets get out of here."
Five minutes later we were walking out the front door, headed for the
next "hair dressing".
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Hair Dressing
George Thomas
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