Extra sharp by Buzz cutter

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Extra sharp


The first time I seen her she was strolling across campus. She was the sexiest creature I had ever seen. Little more than five foot tall, heart shaped face, a great body and super short light brown hair.
I made a bee line to get in her path so we could at least meet.
A few weeks past and I got the courage up to ask her out. She was reluctant but she agreed.
She was very shy and self conscious about the way she looked.
After a few dates she opened up telling me her mom made her keep her haircut so short to keep her from having friends or boyfriends that would distract her from her studies.
I told her how I thought that short hair rocked and was super sexy.
I don’t think she believed me and assumed I was being patronizing.
We dated till winter break then she said she was going to make the trip home to south Texas where her dad was an officer in the army.
I wasn’t invited. She would make the trip alone.
The next time I seen her was a few days after the new semester started. Her hair was super short again. I had thought she was just going to let it grow cause she didn’t even get a trim the whole time we dated.
I caught up to her and ask why she wasn’t answering my calls.
She explained she didn’t want me to see her with her haircut even shorter than it was when we met. Again I assured her it was to my liking.
Just as before we dated till summer break when she went home but I was not invited.
When she returned her hair was sharply shorter but she sought me out when she arrived and I felt like we had became a couple.
Her mom was right about a few things she just didn’t make friends. I was the only one that remained by her side day after day. I don’t think it was the haircut as much as it was the way she viewed herself. It was like she never got used to the haircut and wore it like a scarlet letter. Honestly it just made me horny as hell.
During that semester we grew closer and closer and ended up moving in to an apartment together.
Winter break came and she decided to not go home. She used a part time job as an excuse to skip the trip home. I was rather disappointed
She continued with no haircut whatsoever.
When I suggested even a trim to shape the messy head of hair she became noticeably upset. I stayed away from the subject and just enjoyed being with her.
When summer came her parents demanded she come home or the college funds would end.
This time however to my dismay I was invited to meet her parents. During the flight she said several times how she was not getting a haircut and losing nine months of growing her hair out. It was almost to her shoulders and she had a boyfriend and she was keeping both.
We arrived at the airport and was surprised to see her parents were there to welcome her home.
I was a surprise to them. She never mentioned me to them and they was shocked.
After her mom made a few remarks about how sloppy she looked with her hair unkept and the clothes she was wearing being way to big and not the proper dress for public. I began to understand why she wanted to stay at school. At that point I realized I was there for emotional support. I gave her the strength to say no to her mom and enable her to put her foot down about the haircut.
Her dad didn’t take us to a motel where I had reserved a room. We wanted to stay there till we wanted to and was prepared for the stay at her mom’s house.
He drove past her mom’s house and directly to the on base barbershop.
When we arrived her mom said "I’ll get you a haircut then we can go get you dressed for dinner.
Her dad looked at me and said you could use a trim as well. I knew I was in trouble and my shaggy shoulder length hair was in jeopardy so I said no thanks and I thought it was over.
When we walked in the barbers said hello Jim. I thought they was talking to the dad but they was talking to my girlfriend who I had been calling Jenna for a few years now. I thought holy crap the reason she didn’t wanna have sex or never even allowed me to touch her was cause she was a man.
Jenna’s mom placed her in a chair and said ok the regular please and extra sharp.
Her dad let me know if I was going to continue this relationship I would get n the chair next to her and shut up.
When he said "yall know what to do" I became instantly worried again.
When I heard the clippers come on and the pitch changed I turned my head to see Jenna’s hair falling to the ground.
I heard a second buzzing and felt them crawling up my neck. I continued to watch Jenna’s locks on her neck and around her ears being reduced to stubble and falling to the floor could just see enough in the mirror to know how hot she was gong to look.
Me on the other hand was bing sheared like a sheep.
When it was over Jenna sat with tears running down her face with a sharply clippered pixie and I sat there with a hard on and a crew cut hoping the barber did pull the cape off till I subsided but her dad said made ya excited I see. I looked down to see the cape looked like it had a tent pole.
All the barbers got a kick out it that then informed me a lot of guys do that. It’s the vibration the said.
Not a word was spoken on the way to her mom’s place. I could tell jenna was pissed. I didn’t know at who. Me for bing arroused and liking her haircut, her mom for demanding the haircut,or herself for allowing it to happen. Turns out she was mad at me for not stopping it from happening.
When we got to the house her mom went to change for dinner at the country club.
It turned out he wasn’t an officer but the officer. The General in charge of the base he had an iron fist reputation and allowed no one to deny him of it.
When Jenna and I was alone I expressed how much I liked short hair and the confidence it displayed then I ask about the Jim remark at the barber and she explained that was as close to Jenna as the idiots could get while giving her a man’s haircut.
She also replied that I must be gay because I became so arroused during the cuts and the fact I liked it so short.
I assured her that wasn’t the case.
When we arrived back to her mom’s house her mom went upstairs to change out of her dinner clothes. When she returned downstairs she had on pajamas and her hair was down. To my amazement when it was out of the tight bun she kept. It was way past mid back long. Just seeing it pissed Jenna off.
We returned to school
But the experience pulled us apart. I seen her in passing and her hair was growing out so I figured that she broke ties with her parents.
Six years past during which we graduated she went on to law school and I became an engineer.
She reached out to me and ask if I wanted to to make a trip south and have a date. I accepted the invitation in a heartbeat.
When I arrived I was shocked to see her hair was down past her shoulders probably mid back.
When we left the airport she drove past my hotel and directly to retirement village where her mom lived. She explained her dad had past the previous month and her mom ended up there and she was going to visit her before dinner.
She grabbed a bag out of the car and headed for the door motioning for me to follow. When we entered the room her mom where Becky was and Jenna said she was sick winking at me.
Who is going trim and fix my hair for the dance tomorrow she ask.
I am Jenna replied.
Sit down here and I’ll get started.
Mom moved to a chair that Jenna turned away from the mirror. Jenna brushed out, dampened, and combed mom’s hair.
Ponytailed it like she was going to swirl it into a bun. The reached into her bag and pulled out a straight razor.
Holding the ponytail out Jenna started stroking the razor back and forth on her mom’s hair. In just a few moments she stood hold no the severed pony.
Her mom didn’t realize what just happened till Jenna showed it to her.
Jenna made one statement before continuing.
"Make it extra sharp this time she has a dance."
Pulled a pair of clippers out of the bag and got to work.
Going over the ears as her mom cried and Jenna smiled. Buzzing strip after strip to a number two stubble till all the dirty grey hair below the crown was on the ground or in mom’s lap.
She looked at me and ask what ya think a number four on top?
Yea give her a break and scissor it to an inch and a half I replied.
But she had her heart set on a crew cut.
The clippers came to life again. Jenna pushed them right down the middle making a noticeable strip but not the shiny white strip Jenna wanted.
She looked at me shrugging her shoulders then with her thumb she popped the number four of to the floor and repeated the strip down the middle.
Jenna smiled so big I thought her lips were gonna split.
Jenna continued to work buzzing off one strip then another pushing her shored hair to the ground
The grey hair seemed to float down like feathers but I could hear it crashing in clumps as it mounded up on the floor.
When Jenna finished she said to her mom. I got it extra sharp this time. It’s neat and tidy for your dance.
I did say word as Jenna and l drove to my hotel room.
When we arrived Jenna asked me if I was still into short hair cuts. Oh yes I answered.
She pointed to her bag and said well the clippers are it there who’s first?
I sat down and said please don’t shave me.
I was helpless and couldn’t resist.
She gave me the number two on the sides and back and number four cut her mom was in line for. Then said your turn and if your going to mine extra sharp you better make love to me all night. I said I’ll take it easy on you but that is a given.
I snapped on the number three guard and let the clipper walk up her neck and over her right ear.
Then another strip next to it. The hair was falling she was crying and I was getting horny.
I continued to clipper the back then the left in the same fashion with each strip. The situation escalated. I put the clippers down and matters into the bed.
The next day we went to the beauty shop down the street and they ask what the hell happened.
I guess we wasn’t as good as we thought.
I ended up with a flattop style cut and she came out of the back with the sexiest clippered pixie that took me back to the first time I saw her.

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