“I’ve had it.” Kayley Clayton stormed into the beauty salon her best friend Beatrice Duncan owned. “This is it, Bea. Cut it off.”
Bea shook her head and continued rolling up Mrs. Pitman’s hair in tiny curlers. Kayley scowled at her friend and slammed her hands on her hips. Poor Mrs. Pittman had witnessed her almost monthly tirade about cutting her hair so often that she didn’t even bother opening her eyes this time. It pissed Kayley off. Maybe she had backed out each time before, but she wasn’t backing out this time. It had to go.
“Honey, have a seat and tell me what’s wrong,” Bea said.
“I can’t sit down. I’m too mad.” She huffed out a breath before collapsing into the chair at the station across from Bea and her customer.
“Kayley, you’ve had long hair since we were in kindergarten together. The most you’ve ever allowed me to cut off was two inches, and then you about stroked when you saw it on the floor. How will cutting all that gorgeous hair off help whatever is wrong?” Bea finished rolling Mrs. Pittman’s hair and helped her out of the chair to sit under the dryer.
“Durn it. I always end up under the dryer just when things get good. I’ll never find out what has Kayley going this time under here,” the older woman said.
“Believe me. It’s nothing gossip worthy. She gets upset when her brother leaves ruts in her yard with that big truck of his. Now sit still until the buzzer sounds. I’ll check on you in a few minutes.” Bea patted the older woman’s hand and set the dryer’s controls.
Kayley waited until Bea motioned her toward the back of the shop where she had a small kitchenette complete with a table and four chairs. She realized that she’d been pouring out her guts to Beatrice at that table for the last six years without changing a damn thing in her life. Well, this time would be different. She was cutting her hair.
“Now what is going on?” Bea asked as she poured them both a glass of iced tea.
“Oh, Bea. I’m tired of watching Billy and Craig date every woman in town except me. Why can’t they see how much I care about them? Those other women just use them to satisfy their curiosity about having two men at one time. I’d stick with them. They would be it for me.”
Her friend sighed and leaned back in the chair. “Kayley, you can’t make them want you. Changing your hair or how you dress only works in those books you like to read. Real life isn’t like that.”
Kayley clamped down on her tongue to keep from pointing out that Bea was happily married to her best friend, Sam. If Bea could have what she wanted, why couldn’t Kayley? Bea kept telling her that she hadn’t been asking for the world and Kayley was.
“Well, you’re not talking me out of it. I’m cutting my hair. Now are you going to do it for me, or do I have to drive to Jackson and get someone else to do it?” Kayley asked.
Bea’s lips thinned as she watched Kayley for a few seconds. “Fine. I’ll cut your hair. If you bitch or cry about it later, I’m cutting you out of my will. Do you understand?”
Kayley relaxed. “Yeah. I understand. I’m not going to fuss. I just need to do something different with my life. I’m twenty-eight years old and tired of doing the same thing day in and day out.”
“See, that’s what I’m talking about, Kayley. You act like cutting your hair is going to change your life overnight. You’re still going to be you. You’re a computer programmer with a psycho cat and me for a best friend. Don’t expect too much, honey. I hate seeing you disappointed.” Bea reached out and squeezed her hand.
“As soon as I finish Mrs. Pittman’s comb out we’ll get started. Why don’t you look through the style books and pick out some things that interest you.” Bea drained the last of her tea and stood up. “I’ll bring the books back here.”
Kayley watched her friend walk back up front. Beatrice had the perfect figure with a nice size bust, tiny waist, and narrow hips. So unlike her size fourteen, sometimes sixteen figure that she hated. Her hips were huge, and nothing she did would totally flatten her rounded belly. No matter how hard she exercised at the gym or tried to count calories, her love of food always got the better of her.
Bea had never had to watch her weight and had gorgeous red hair that brushed her shoulders with soft curls. Her bright blue eyes and fair skin had always attracted the boys in high school and later when they’d attended the local community college together. Still, Bea had stuck by Sam, and as soon as Sam had finished school and gotten a job teaching at the local high school, they’d gotten married in a sweet church wedding there in town.
Remembering still made her misty eyed. She was happy for her friend, really she was, but she wanted that for herself. And she wanted it with Billy Wainwright and Craig Hayman. She had a crush in high school on first Billy, then later, Craig. That teenage crush had grown into young love by the time she got ready for college. By the time she’d graduated from Mississippi College in Clinton with her degree in computer science, Kayley knew what she wanted, and that was to marry Billy and Craig.
Craig kissed her soundly on the lips before dragging the cloth over her neck and shoulders. He paid special attention to her breasts, careful of the one with bruises marring it. He fought down the anger that the sight of those bruises caused. He wasn’t letting anything darken his excitement at discovering that he was in love.
Once again, emotion nearly overwhelmed him. Craig leaned in and kissed her once again, thrilled when she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him while she responded with a kiss of her own. He moaned into her mouth and pressed her back against the wall, covering her exposed body with his very aroused one. The only thought in his head at the moment was more. More of her sweet kiss and more of her luscious body.
“Oh, hell, kitten. You go to my head faster than moonshine on a hot summer’s night. I want you surrounding me with that hot, wet pussy.”
“Please, Craig. I need you so bad.”
He molded her scrumptious ass with his big hands then lifted her up. With a squeal, she wrapped her legs around him with a laugh. The sound carried over the noise of the shower. She was perfect for him, perfect for them.
“I can’t wait to get inside of you, Kayley. Nothing in the world feels better than being with you,” he said, resting his forehead against hers.
Craig reached around with one hand and ran one finger up and down her drenched slit. Fuck! She was already wet and ready for him. Still, he wasn’t about to do anything that might be uncomfortable. She deserved nothing but pleasure. Though it took every ounce of willpower he had to hold back, Craig took his time teasing and stimulating her sweet pussy to be sure she was truly ready. Her hot cunt squeezed his fingers when he gently slipped them deep inside of her. The feel of her milking his fingers knowing it would be his cock soon had him fighting to remain upright.
“Craig!” Kayley’s strained voice let him know she was more than ready for him.
That was all it took. Craig held her against the shower wall with one hand while positioning his swollen cock at her slick entrance with the other one. Her sultry heat teased the tip of his engorged crown, taunting him with just how good it was going to feel to be balls deep inside of her. Pressing forward, he allowed a bare inch to penetrate her pouting pussy.
“More,” she moaned.
Craig couldn’t hold back another second. He pushed forward with one quick thrust and buried his dick in her welcoming cunt. Time seemed to stop as she took him in, bathing him in the pleasure of her tight, wet sheath. Home. He was finally home.
Their mutual sighs hissed out with the sounds of the shower, adding depth to the tone. It thrilled him to hear how their joining affected her as much as it had him.
“You’re so damn sexy, kitten. I love the little noises you make when you’re excited. I want to hear more of them, right now.”
Without giving her time to answer, Craig pulled almost all the way out and slammed home once again. Her strangled cry vibrated along his spine. He did it again and again, riding the swell of pleasure that was building between them. He’d die before he allowed himself to come before her. She came first, always.
The pull of her tight cunt on his throbbing cock let him know she was close. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled her scent even as he nipped at her with his teeth. His balls had drawn up tight against his body in preparation of his climax.
“Yes! Oh, God, Craig. I’m going to…”
He grimaced as her climax washed over her, tearing a scream from her throat even as she strangled his dick with her convulsing pussy. It triggered his own orgasm, as streams of thick cum pulsed from his cock over and over again, starting at the base of his spine and rolling into his balls before continuing up his dick where it emptied inside of Kayley’s waiting womb. The amazing sensation was so close to pain, he knew his face reflected that. Didn’t matter though. Craig knew how fucking wonderful it felt to have her cradling him inside her body.