“How about we concentrate on the haircut?”
“Your choice, but I warn you, hair is my canvas, and creativity fuels my desire. Let’s see how this all goes.”
“You’re quite the tease.”
“I do my best work when I’m given great hair to work with.”
She escorted me to my own bathroom and indicated the sink with a nod. I leaned over and relished the feel of her fingers massaging my scalp. She applied a vanilla-scented shampoo and finished it off with a conditioner that made me hungry.
Too soon she had my washed hair turban-wrapped in a towel. I waited while she covered the floor with a plastic sheet before I planted my butt on the toilet, spreading my legs wide to allow her access. She invaded my personal space at once; I bit my tongue to squelch my raging desire. It didn’t help.
Before I knew what possessed me, I grabbed her waist and pulled her in, immediately burying my face in her magnificent tits. Her shirt was damp like me. She cupped my cheeks to turn my face upwards and I had to have her lips that looked all ready, willing and wet for our first kiss. Her sapphire eyes bored into me and ignited my passion further. I plunged in and took my first taste of her full mouth. Then I kissed her harder, more urgent and deeper still.
We made out with her right there on my lap. Our pussies so close and facing each other, her hands freely fondling my upper body, making my lower half supremely jealous. I started with her lips, but quickly worked my way past her chin, to nibble on her neck, and then back up again to her temple. Her skin was as smooth as silk with nary a blemish.
She traced my face with a pink-painted fingernail. Taking the digit into my mouth, I imagined nice, pink, puckered nipples atop ivory flesh to feast on when I finished with each delicate finger. I only stopped for the briefest moment. I was ready to rip off her clothes, but stopped, annoyingly remembering where I was headed with an involved woman.
“You have a boyfriend.” My body screamed for me to just shut up and go straight to Hades if I must, only, my tits and clit ached for her touch. An obnoxious habit, I prayed to stop being so damn cerebral all the time.
“Oh, Jon won’t mind. I assure you.”
I lifted her top and gawked at the bikini top she wore beneath it, only stopping to murmur, “Why the swimsuit?”
“In case we get wet.”
“I already am,” I crooned.
“Me too.”
With a light tug at the strings, her bikini top fell off and released twin, voluptuous breasts, which I took pleasure in palming into fine points I ventured to taste. She gasped as I bestowed only one lick a piece.
“More, please.”
“Perhaps.”
“Keep this up and I’ll forget all about your hair.”
“In that case, take this.” I sucked in a nipple and played it gently between my tongue and teeth until I had her humming. I then looked up into her eyes and got lost in her lust. She moved away. I groaned.
“Now, now! Work first.”
“After, come back here.”
“I said I’d cut your hair and now that you have sufficiently gotten me excited, I’m ready to begin.”
“You’re kidding? You’re going to make me wait?” I whined.
“It will be better for you when I finally do let you come.”
“You’re a clit-torturer.”
“Yes, ma’am, I’m Clit-teasing-Lexi at your service.” She giggled then and I slapped her butt.
“Ooooh, you’re going to be a very easy client to work with.”
“Okay, do my hair then, and make it snappy. You’ve gone and got me over-heated.”
“Do you have a style in mind?”
”Nope, have your way with me.”
“I think I will.” And with that, she whipped off my sleeveless tee. I never got to put on a bra that morning. I pulled her in until her breasts smothered my much smaller girls.
“Ooooh, these are perfect,” she said, tweaking my breasts between nimble fingers.
“Glad you like them.”
“I do. Now, you don’t want to get hairs in your shorts, so you should take them off now. You look like you could use a hand with that.” Before I could say anything, she had me totally naked. The dampness between my thighs increased.
“You work out.” It was a statement. “You’re muscles are nice…and…tight.”
“That’s not the only thing that’s tight,” I whispered. I could feel the inside of my pussy pulsating.
Lexi effortlessly went into business mode. How did she do it? She was partially clad and I was totally naked, yet, with her delicate jaw set in such strong determination, she flitted about with comb and scissors, like a seasoned pro, which I now realized she was. She moved my body with her thighs, as needed, and I sat mesmerized by the movements of her breasts as she sculpted my hair into shape.
“There, stand up and take a look in the mirror. Is it short enough on top for you?”
I stood on shaky legs due to my sex-starved pussy, but was able to take a gander at her work. I sucked in my breath. It wasn’t even dried or combed yet, but I shook my head, and it fell perfectly into place for once.
“Oh, wow, this is amazing.” I couldn’t get over the transformation.
She ran her fingers through it and then snipped an errant spot I imagined only she knew she’d missed.
“I love this on you. It will be much easier to care for than wearing it all one length.”
“I was always reluctant to layer it.”
“Well, I hope you’ll like it this way.”
“Come here.” I kissed her. “I love it. Can we please, er, pick up where we left off?”
“Yes, but one more thing.”
“What now?” My pussy threatened to flood the bathroom at this rate.
“Have you ever had a Brazilian Bikini wax?”
“A what?”
“You know, where we wax off your pubes.”
“I can’t stand the sight of blood.”
“There’s usually no blood.”
“I can’t stand pain, well, not that kind of pain.”
“I’ll be quick, I promise, and I’ll make you all better in no time. Sex is way better without the hair. You’ll thank me.”
“I don’t know.”
Slowly, she traced her way from my taut nipples to my navel with her finger. My knees grew weak and my clit grew strong. I tingled all over. Then she cupped my crotch with her palm and inserted a finger between my lips.
“Oh, God, can I have you then? Please?” My throat was drier than giving lectures in front of my professors. “If I let you wax it, then can I fuck you senseless?”
“Yes,” she said, and momentarily, I thought about my thesis and Molly Bloom. Was Lexi a seductress? She did indeed possess the four cardinal points as outlined by Joyce: two female breasts, ass, and womb. And yes, these attributes were not lacking in any way. I rejoiced in the fineness of her feminine form and slid her tight jeans down impossibly long legs. So much for letting go of my cognitive disruption, in fact, Lexi and I were a lot alike. We were both artists sensually fueled by our work and our creations benefited from this fact.
“I want you,” I breathed against her soft fragrant skin, my senses heightened, my nerves on edge, begging for the sweet release that was long overdue.
“First, we should shower.”
“Now?” I grumbled, “You’re killing me, Lexi.”
We totally forgot about the shower. At least, I did.
I carried her over to the unmade bed and placed her down gently. She reached her arms out to me, and I molded into her embrace. My thigh rested against her crotch. Her heat radiated through soaked silk panties and scorched my leg.
“Oh, God, you’re so…” I removed her panties and took a long whiff, memorizing as I inhaled her scent. The desire poured out of her. She tangled her hands in my newly shorn hair and gently guided my head towards her waiting center.
“So…beautiful.” I couldn’t keep my lips off her slick folds. I su
cked on her outer lips first. Her pussy was hair-free, smooth, silky, and slick under my tongue. My nose had easy access to her throbbing clit, her folds parted for me with ease, revealing her creamy center.
“Please, in, go in,” she begged.
“So, good. Mmmm.” I opened her up further to gaze upon pink, ripe flesh, glistening for me, because of me, the intoxicating scent of arousal drawing me in. I felt the beast in me emerge. I probed her roughly with my tongue and carefully avoided her clit.
“Please,” she said again, while I all but ignored her plea. All my concentration centered on pleasing her, tasting every last bit of her, and reveling in her heightened need.
Her clit grew steadily fuller. Just my breath caressed her folds. I could tell by her rapid breathing that her orgasm was imminent. Then she seemed to stop breathing altogether. Her entire body clenched; she squeezed my head between her thighs.
When I couldn’t stand it a second longer, I took her clit into my mouth and gently sucked it in, released it, and sucked it in again. I then flicked my tongue all around it, teasing, torturing, and tormenting. I barely heard her muffled cries, with her thighs still wrapped around my head. I placed my hands underneath her butt and squeezed. She groaned. In the space of the second, it took my attention off her clit.
“Dane, please, oh…God, oh, don’t.”
I wanted to end her suffering, but misery loves company. My own clit was engorged, hard, and wanting.
“Not yet, Lexi, hold on girl,” I said, my tongue off her clit again.
“Don’t talk,” she screamed.
I licked her clit just once more, and felt every ripple her body was capable of producing. The wave seemed to start at her head and worked its way down to her toes. It was the orgasm that never ended. I hadn’t even realized that the whole time I was enjoying her, my legs were clenching and releasing, tightening and loosening, until the very last of pulses her orgasm faded.
“Ooooh, Dane, you’re amazing.” She pulled me up and tenderly kissed my lips. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, m’lady. The pleasure was all mine.”
We lay for a while with her head in the crook of my arm. I gently rubbed her back, and she moaned softly when I lightly scratched her flawless skin.
“I could stay here like this forever, but I promised to wax your pussy.”
“I was thinking about getting my pubes straightened or braided. What do you think?”
Lexi grinned, then sat up and slapped my arm.
“Ouch!” I pretended it smarted.
I took her into my arms, lifted her up off the bed, and carried her to the bathroom. She felt lighter than air. “The shower waits.”
“You’re so gallant.”
I hated to release her, but I reluctantly put her down next to me near the tub. When I reached to get a new bar of soap, she wrapped her arms around me, cupping my breasts with her hands. The mirror covered the back wall from the door to the tub so I could watch as she squeezed my breasts and tweaked my nipples between her thumb and index finger. I loved the way my nipples puckered. My hair was dry, but rather than bed head, I could see it held its layered-shape. She fingered it into place as I watched.
“You only need a drop of moose or other product and it’ll stay in place all day.”
“I appreciate this.”
“I’m happy to do it. The benefits are the best part.”
“Don’t I owe you money?”
“We’ll take this out in trade, neighbor.”
“That’s too generous. I get the best end of this bargain.”
She cupped my butt. “No, I do.”
I sighed.
“How about that trim now?”
“Now? I was thinking a shower first might be nicer.”
“Trim first and then you can shower off all the little hairs.” She put the toilet seat up. “So this way the bowl can catch your pubes. Have a seat.”
I did as I was told.
Lexi removed scissors from a cellophane package and my eyebrow shot up. “This pair has been sterilized. Can’t be too careful with pesky germs.” She then snatched up a thin disposable comb and razor. “Spread your legs,” she instructed.
“Huh?”
“I am going to give you a trim first. Maybe we can even do a heart shaped design.” She fixed the plastic sheet on the floor. “Just in case some hairs escape the bowl.”
“Uh, no thanks. I was only kidding about the pubes, and a heart shape is out.”
“Oh, come on. It’ll look sweet on you.” Lexi grinned mischievously.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t do sweet.” I puffed out my chest and lay my hands protectively over my prized possession, proud of my thick, lush bush.
“Okay, we’ll skip the heart design, but surely you’d like a teensy, weensy trim.” She was down on her knees parting my legs before I could stop her. “Let’s have a bit of fun.”
I thought it ironic that Lexi would allude to the bit about fun because it reminded me of Ulysses. Intrigued, I indulged her whim and fancy and sat still, allowing her to get started. Although I was sure her choice of phrase was purely coincidental.
Careful down there.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve done this plenty.” She was so busy in my privates, I held my breath. “My clients always come back for more.”
The air I had filled my lungs with escaped. “I’m sure they do.” I had to laugh.
“Oh, I didn’t forget you didn’t come yet.” She stood now. “But you will. There, all done. A little trim today, but perhaps next time, we’ll go for a closer look.”
I didn’t even want to know what she meant by that. She really did know what she was doing. And I ended up with a neat new look. I could almost see my clit now.
“Wow! That looks cool. Come here.” I gave her a big juicy kiss, and with her still in my grasp, I was able to turn on the water. We stepped into the shower.
“Here, let me soap you up.” She held out her hand.
I gave her the soap, and she worked it up into a rich lather. Soon, her fingers were exploring my depths. She spread my lips and gently inserted one finger. My hands wove their way into her long, wet hair. She inserted a second finger and by the time she had three fingers inside, I could feel my walls closing in on her hand.
“Yes, that’s good. Yeah.” I swallowed some water, but I didn’t care. “So…close...”
“Wait, not yet.” She lifted the sprayer off the cradle and it didn’t matter that it was the oldest trick in the book because right then the water play was welcome and oh so effective.
“Oh, God, oh.”
She dropped the showerhead and resumed pumping her fingers in and out of my tight pussy.
“Go for it, Dane,” she said, using her thumb on my clit.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I will. Yes”
I lost track of everything, including the time, as my body bucked and shuddered, until there was nothing left to give. Totally sated, I was taken aback when I realized we were no longer alone in the bathroom.
“Jon, honey, join us.”
I was too shocked to speak at first. Jon was her boyfriend? I had never seen a photograph of the author. He didn’t appear as I had expected in the least. His face was much too smooth for a man and his brows too thin. He had an almost manly charm, but something wasn’t quite right.
“Who are you?” I squeaked, as if I didn’t know. Only disappearing could save me now.
“Jon, this is our new neighbor, Dane. She let me do her hair.”
“Great work, babe.” Jon’s voice wasn’t deep enough and the appreciative glances he was giving my naked form was giving me the chills.
“How did you get in here?” I tried to walk past Lexi, but this was more than I could handle at the moment.
“No worries, buddy, you left the door open. I hope it’s okay I gave your kids treats.”
“What kids?” And where were my fierce protectors Romeo and Juliette?
“You know the white, furry ones
.”
“They are the sweetest things too, Jon. I want a dog too.”
“Now, Lexi, we talked about this.”
She pouted and I stood at a loss, dumfounded beyond compare, and wondering when I would wake up and realize I’d fallen asleep at my desk conjuring up my own fiction.
“Hand me a towel, please.”
“Sure, buddy, but how about I join you in there? The house is not ours yet and I would love to get out of this suit.”
“Are you two for real?”
Lexi looked at me, imploring me with her eyes to play. How could I resist her? How had Jon resisted buying her a puppy, diamonds, pearls and whatever else she desired? And how could he be okay with sharing her like this?
Totally out of character, I shut my brain off and paid close attention to my body. “Fuck it,” I said, with words I used sparingly, “If you’re okay, what are we waiting for?”
Jon grinned and started to strip. I mean, I couldn’t peel my eyes off the man and sucked in my breath when my suspicions were confirmed.
Lexi stepped out of the tub to remove the gauze and release Jon’s full breasts from the binding. She then lifted the penis out of his pants and placed it on the counter. When she finally removed the rest of his, really her, his attire, I could have swallowed my tongue for all the words that wouldn’t form.
“You’re not what I expected!” I finally declared when I could manage it. “You’re better.”
“Jon is my lover boi—the bestest man in all the land.”
“And you’re my best girl.” Jon kissed her and I felt like an intruder, but Jon had other ideas for the three of us. I could hardly wait to see what these ideas were.
The End.
About the Author
Cheri Crystal is a healthcare professional by day and an erotic romance writer by night. She was born and raised in New York and lives in the United Kingdom with her wife. Cheri began writing fiction in 2003 after reviewing for Lambda Book Report, Just About Write, Independent Gay Writer and other e-zines. Her short story collection, Attractions of the Heart, was a 2010 Golden Crown Literary Winner for lesbian erotica. Cheri is honored to be included in the groundbreaking anthology, Ageless Erotica, edited by Joan Price, with her tantalizing lesbian love story, “Better Than Vibrators.” In her spare time, she enjoys swimming, hiking, viewing wildlife, cooking, jigsaw puzzles and spending quality time with family and friends. Visit www.chericrystal.com and friend her on Facebook for the latest news.
New 'Nude' Neighbors Page 2