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“No shit. So I sat on him and rode him and licked his face. It was really tangy… it was really hot. I came twice like that, and when he came again he went down on me, again. I don’t know how many times we fucked that night, or how many times I came. I think we only stopped for breakfast.”

The story seemed complete, so Shanna turned on the blow dryer and took a large round brush. She smoothed out Lisa’s very cute bob, curling the ends slightly under.

I watched, thinking about my boyfriend, Steve. He was a decent lover, not anything to brag about, like Max apparently was. He too loved eating me, but in his case I think it was because he had a problem with premature ejaculation that we couldn’t quite solve. His oral fixation took the pressure off his inept fucking. I loved have him in me, feeling us so together as lovers, so complete and fulfilled. When he entered me, it was almost more of a mind fuck than a pussy fuck.

But honestly, all his fucking did was get me even more aroused without taking me over the top. I don’t know how many times I’d laid there, Steve smiling happily but me feeling unfulfilled. If I could get him to finish me off afterwards, it would be awesome. Perfect. But how could I get him to do it?

I looked again at Lisa, imagining myself as her. Confident, outgoing, in charge. She had taken matters into her own hands, made Max eat her afterwards, and had enjoyed the fruits of that daring action. I wanted that.

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I then looked at myself in the mirror. I was pretty, I thought. But that hair reflected my inner self. Shoulder length, brown, limp, lifeless, blah. No style. I had really nice features, especially my eyes, so why did I hide behind such a nondescript ‘do? Shanna had wanted to update my look ages ago, but I had always gone back to what made me feel comfortable. I had a nice pretty neck, I saw, lifting my hair to look. Why not show some of it?

Lisa was checking her cut. She was radiant. So sexy, but most of that came from the inside. Sure, her sleek bob complimented her, but her sexiness seemed well up and overflow.

“Nice job, as always,” she said, using a hand mirror to check the back of her head. Her fingertips brushed the clipped hairs at her slightly tapered nape. “Oh yeah, and since Friday we have done it every night and every morning. Same thing. He is one happy camper… and I am too!” She stood and collected her things, then started to the front of the salon.

“I’ll be right back,” said Shanna as she went to trail Lisa. I nodded.

I came to a decision then. I would NOT be milquetoast anymore. I would take charge of my life, and dammit, Steve would either learn to eat my cummy pussy, or Steve would be gone. And it would all start with this haircut.

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