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My name is Robert and this happened in my junior year in high school.

It became a ritual, every summer the week after school was out, we went to my Uncle Joe's house out on his farm. It was a big family reunion. All my aunts and uncles and my cousins that lived within 50 miles came. After a big lunch, all of the adults would go to the front porch and sit and talk or walk through the fields. All the adults that is except for Uncle Joe. He came to the back porch where all the kids were told to be. The girls, one after the other would get their bowl cut haircuts for the summer. All of us boys would get buzzed without a guard on the blades of those old black clippers. Then it was down to the swimming hole. It never did any good to complain that we didn't want our hair cut like that. My dad, Uncle Joe's brother, would just look at me. "It's just hair son, and will grow back in time for school." This event happened every year until I turned 16. We moved across the state where my mom had gotten a new job. We missed the family reunion and I missed the buzz cut. My mom let me go to a barbershop and get it cut for the summer, but it was just a short cut, kind of high on the sides, but enough left on top to comb over. My dad would muss my hair and ask if I didn't want to go and visit Uncle Joe. He knew I was so relieved. He told me he was not going to let my hair grow long like many of the kids he had seen around do. We had a long talk about growing up and having goals, and achieving them. He taught me about money, the stock market in particular, how it worked. We also watched a lot of news and sports. He was always quick to point out that all of these successful people had nice, fairly short haircuts and that they were always dressed nice in suits and ties. He tried to show me that successful people looked successful. He made sure that I always dressed nicely, no baggy pants or just tee shirts. I had jeans, but it was always a button up shirt, usually with a button down collar. After I turned 14, he had insisted that I have a few suits for occasions and to go to church.

Besides moving and not getting buzzed that summer, I got into swimming. The new city had an olympic size swimming pool that was used in the summer by the recreation department. I was allowed to go as often as I wanted. I liked to swim, it was a very hot summer, it was a great place to cool off. I met Gina there.

Gina was a tall as me, willowy slender, but a strong swimmer. We would race from one end of the pool to the other. She told me that when school started again, the pool would be taken over by the swim team. My new high school had one of the best swimming programs in the state. Several swimmers in the past had gotten scholarships to college and two had been on the US Olympic team. One day she introduced me to the high schools swim team coach. She had told him what a good swimmer I was, and she thought with a little coaching and practice I could easily make the team. He told me to jump in and show him what I could do. Springing off the edge I tried to shoot way off like I had seen olympic swimmers do. I raced to the other end and back. Gina had shown me a few different strokes and the coach wanted to see my demonstrate them. After seeing me try, he said that I had potential. He would come down on Tuesdays and Thursdays to give me a chance to get better. I said I would have to ask my parents if it was ok. As long as I kept my schoolwork up, IF I was accepted to the team, it would be ok. Mr. Trevor, the coach, at the end of summer said I wouldn't need to try out for the team. He was satisfied that I was disciplined enough to become perhaps the best swimmer the school had ever had.

Gina and I talked a lot. About everything. We even talked about how I had escaped getting my head buzzed that year. She looked at my hair and smiled. I asked her if she would be my girl and go to the school dances. That would depend, she said, on whether I could dance as well as I could swim, and whether I became a winner on the swim team. I gave her a puzzled look. Look, she said. These are our fun years. As you say, I look good. I'm not too interested in being popular, but, I do want a handsome guy, that's you, (I blushed), and I want to go out with a winner. I think that winners now will be winners later in life. And, she told me, don't get fixated on your hair. I like guys with short hair. I told her not to worry there, my dad wouldn't let me grow my hair much longer. As it was, I had a haircut appointment with the barber that Saturday, but it wouldn't be a buzz cut.
The swim team was officially made up when school started. There were 20 guys and 20 girls who had been accepted. That didn't mean you made it to the top, just that you had to make the top ten to be in a swim meet other than as an alternate. Gina was a very strong, graceful swimmer. There was no doubt she would make the girls team. It was not such a sure thing for me, I was the new kid in town and most of the other boys had more training and coaching. The only thing that saved me at all was that I was a natural swimmer and I was in good shape. Gina kept encouraging me and it wasn't long before I was given the nickname of "Seal". There were still two seniors that always managed to win over me. Creg and James. In just a few weeks the coach said I would be in the next swim meet. There was a week of final practice. I was getting better, but still was always beaten by Creg or James by a body length. The swim meet was to be the next Saturday. On Monday both Creg and James arrived at the pool with shaved heads and bodies. I noticed that Gina kept looking at them. What's up, I asked her with a small bit of attitude. "Seal", she had gotten to calling me that, don't you think they look so cool and clean. I don't know, I said. I wasn't interested in their looks, I was only thinking of how I was going to out swim them. Gina went on to say how she wished she could shave her head; it makes you more streamlined when cutting through the water. And I hate wearing that rubber cap. Squeezes your head and almost gives me a headache. I didn't believe that.

The coach had us go through the warm up exercise. Then into the pool. The water was nice and cool even though it was early fall. "Everybody out!" Then as we gathered around the coach he gave the order of the day. "Just like it will be on Saturday. Men first." Creg was center lane, James on his left, and me on his right, and a boy in either outside lane. "On you mark, get set," the whistle blew. I managed to get a good start, shooting way out over the water. I was initially ahead of Creg by about a half body length. I managed to stay there til the last lap. Creg then turned on the power and caught up. I couldn't see James, but he was now even with me on the other side. Creg, one more time beat me by almost a full body length, James was a half body length ahead. Creg smiled at me as we climbed out. I congratulated him and James. The girls went next and Gina easily won. Then we went through all the different strokes that would be in the meet. I was better at some than Creg and James, but in others they did better. After the practice session when coach said we were done, to get cleaned up and go home, he said he wanted to see me before I left in his office.

It was a father son talk. He said he was impressed with my growth and promise of future. "But, you could be beating Creg now, if you would fully commit yourself." "What do you mean coach?" I asked, thinking there was nothing else I could do. "What slows a swimmer down in the water?" "Drag on the body," I answered confidently. "That's why we wear these skin tight spandex swim suits."

"You are correct," the coach said. "I think the reason that Creg pulled ahead today, was not that he can swim better than you, it's that he wasn't as tired, there was just that much less drag on his body today." "You want me to shave?" I asked incredulously. "It wouldn't hurt. Think about it. Go on home now and don't dally to long with Gina." He smiled as he said that. I'm afraid I blused a little. But went out. Sure enough, she was waiting for me.

"What did coach want?" she asked as she linked her arm in mine. "He says I would have less drag and would swim much more smoothly if I shaved like Creg and James." "So, are you?" "I don't know. I just find it hard to believe that will give me that much more speed." "I can't wait to see you all smooth." she said. "Hey, I didn't say I was gonna." "Sure you are." She was right, I knew that I would. I needed a winning edge. Swimming was what I loved the most, well right after Gina. "My dad is gonna laugh. I've complained all these years about having my head buzzed. Now I'm gonna shave my head, my arms and legs too! My brother will tease me like crazy." "When are you going to do it?" "I don't know. I have to talk to my parents first. Why?" "I want to watch." "You mean you'd like to do it," I looked at her quickly. "Well, yes. It would be such a turn on to see you go bald." Me just thinking about shaving my head began to turn me on. To have Gina do it. Well. "OK. I'll let you shave me, if you'll let me shave your head. That sounds like a fair deal." "I'll find out if I can do it," she said with a smile. "I just hope they don't kick me out of school for being bald. It would be so cool to show up on Saturday at the meet with no hair. That would be a shocker for the other schools. Let's do it after our swim Thursday. It's a short session. We can use the break room, there's an electric plug there. I can get some clippers to take it off. Can you bring the razor, some blades and the shaving cream." I was stunned. It was like she had been planning this for a few days and maybe was even in on it with coach. I figured she'd been working on it at least since Creg had showed up with his head shaved. "I'll bring it," I said a little glumly. We walked home, it wasn't far and I only lived a few blocks further than Gina. She was bubbly all the way. Kept running her hands through my hair that was almost decently long. She ran up to her house like she had just been given an ice cream cone.

All through dinner I could barely eat. How was I gonna get through this. My mom sensed my hesitant mood and asked what was wrong. "Oh, nothing. Well there is something I need to talk to you and dad about. But it can wait til after dinner." I could put it off just a little longer and get up the courage to broach the subject. My little brother went to his room to do his homework. Mom and dad moved into the living room to watch tv. I came in and stood there, uncertain how to even begin this conversation. My dad finally asked me what was the problem and to spit it out, that way it would be over sooner. I fumbled through how well I was doing on the swim team and that the coach said I needed to really get into the project, that I could win on Saturday if I would push myself just a little harder. My dad asked what this was leading up to. It wasn't going well. I finally just blurted out, "I want to shave my head, like the other guys on the swim team. Coach says I will have a smoother time getting through the water." There, I said it. Dad started laughing. Little brother came out to see what was going on. He, thankfully was told to go back and finish his homework. My mom gave me a strange look, then said. "If you think it will help, it's ok with me. When were you planning on doing it." I didn't dare say that Gina was going to do it. "Thursday after school." My dad was still chuckling. I sort of glared at him as if to say, `what's so funny?' He stopped laughing. "I just wondered how long," he said, "it would be before it came to this. We've seen enough swimmers with shaved heads to know that sooner or later you would want to also. It's only funny, because you have always hated getting your head buzzed. We are real proud of you though, making the swim team and now going to be one of the first rate swimmers. Your mom and I plan to come along and watch you swim at the meet on Saturday." "You will?" "Sure. It'll be the first time we've had a chance to watch you excel at anything since you were in the spelling bee in the 8th grade." I was so happy my parents were going to support me in my swimming. I was also mortified that they would hear all the comments about the boys with the shaved heads. And just wait until they saw Gina with a shaved head. I told dad what supplies I would need and that someone else was supplying the clippers. He got up and went to his bathroom. "I just got this new Mach III razor and a whole cartridge of blades. I was going to present it to you so you could start shaving your face, in case you hadn't noticed the fuzz is beginning to turn into hair. Here is a can of shaving gel too." I didn't know what to say, except "thank you." "I need to go finish my homework." I turned and fled to my room with the shaving stuff. In the end, that had gone easier than I had expected. I thought mom would say no. I knew dad would be ok with it, he liked my hair short.

Gina had a big smile on her face when I met her on the way to school. She said she had the clippers. Her uncle was a barber, and after she had gotten permission from her parents, she had called him. She showed me the set of red clippers in her book bag. He said they were Wahl 000000 balding clippers and would cut the hair right down to the skin. We need to be careful and go along the skin smoothly. The blade was sharp and you could nick skin, especially around the ears. I told her my dad had given me a new Mach III razor, some extra blades and shaving gel. "We're all set then," she said. At the school we went to our separate home rooms. We had two classes together, math and english. The day went by way to fast. I couldn't keep my hands off my hair. Just thinking about it being shaved started giving me a hard on. After school I met Gina at the pool. It was a two hour session that Wednesday. Afterwards the coach said the next two days would be warm up sprints and only about an hour. Gina had taken all the shaving stuff and put it in her locker.

Thursday came. I thought about being sick. No, that was just nerves. Gina seem frisky and had a cat ate the canary grin all day. At the pool after school, sure enough, coach said it would be a short swim routine for us. An hour today. Tomorrow we would come and do exercises and a couple of laps, but that was all. He wanted us rested for the meet on Saturday morning. At some time Gina had told him we were going to shave our heads, legs and arms. I saw him glance over at me and give me a thumbs up. My nerves were on edge, I was anxious to get it done. The hour of swimming seemed like three. When the hour was up, we dried off but stayed in our swim suits. Coach said he had to go to a meeting over at the school and we could use his office. He cleared off a space and we spread out newspaper around the floor to catch the hair and put a chair in the middle. He left and told us to lock the door if we left before he got back.

Gina and I looked at each other as in who goes first. "Sit, my man," she said. "Sorry I forgot my cape today. How would you like it sir?" "Very funny," I siad. "You are the barber, you cut it however you would like it." "You're sure about this?" "Come on, let's get it done." She had already plugged in the cord. She snapped the clippers on. There was a little pop, but no loud buzzing like there had always been when Uncle Joe got his going. She placed the blade right at the center of my forehead. I could feel the vibrations going through my skull right down to my groin. "Here goes." She pushed the clippers straight back. I could feel the ball of hair fall off and heard it hit the paper on the floor. "Wanna see?" She held up a mirror. There was a bald streak all the way across my head. She put the mirror away. With each new pass of the clippers I could feel my cock getting bigger. All I had on was the brief swim suit. Surely she would see that. I thought of asking for a shirt to put across my lap. No, that would just draw more attention. I relaxed a little as she seemed more intent on getting the hair off my head. When she cut my sideburns down to barely stubble I nearly cried. A summer of growing them was gone in less than 3 seconds. About the time I thought the head of my dick would be sticking out the top of my swim suit she put her hand on top of my head and rubbed it a little. That felt so good. Then she pushed my head forward and said, "just let me finish off the back here." I obediently put my chin on my chest. Oh yes, I could plainly see the bulge. When my head was done she came around to one side and holding my hand raised my arm. As quick as anything my pits were clean of hair. Then starting at my wrist she went over my arms removing all the hair. When my arms were finished she did my chest. I gasped as she went down and did my belly. She told me to lean forward and she went over my back. Coming around tothe front, she pulled my arm and told me to stand up. It was already standing up, even leaking some. With her free hand she quickly pulled down my swim suit. Might as well get it all, she said. I tried to recover my swim suit and then to cover myself with a hand. "Oh my, we are enjoying this." Without another word she quickly reduced my pubic hair to skin level. She grabbed my crank and lifted it, giving it a good rub for luck and clipped around it. Then it was my balls clipped. She had dropped my swim trunks down to my ankles. "Sit back down." I sat. "Sit forward, lean back and spread your legs a little." I spread them. Again she picked up my balls and used the clippers in the crack of my ass. I sure hope the coach doesn't come back any too soon, I was thinking. As if she had read my mind, she stopped and went over and locked the door. Next she held up each leg by the foot and reduced my leg hair to nothing. She turned off the clippers. "My turn," she said. I got up and she sat down.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" "Don't stall," she said. "I want to be finished before coach gets back." "You're taking your hair in my hands," I said, trying to be lighthearted. I snapped on the clippers. Without further words I pushed them through her hair. After each pass, I thought of crying as the locks hit the floor. When her head was finished, it didn't look bad I thought. "Wow, you look like a movie star." "You're not done yet." she said as she got out of the chair and pulled her one piece swim suit down. She had small but firm breasts, gorgeous body. I stood there like a dope for a minute. "Come on," she said. Let's get this fluff off. She stood, I knelt down. I could see her pussy was hot and wet. I couldn't resist and stuck my face into her crotch, nose first, and then began to tongue her clit. She moaned. And moaned some more as a sudden spasm of orgasm hit her. Then the juice really flowed while I lapped it up. She pushed my head back. "Stop. Use the clippers, hurry." I flipped the clippers back on and went over her soft mound of hair. I held her lips out and went over them. She reached down and wiped it off with her towel. "Ok, now get it shaved." She handed me the gel, I squirted some in my hand and lathered her whole mound and lips. The new razor with the blade soon had it smooth as a babies skin. I wanted to play with it some more. She said, "not now," as she pulled her swimsuit back on. My dick was standing tall as she knelt down, applied the gel into lather then shave my whole pubic area. She wiped it off when she was finished then quickly took my rod into her mouth and began to suck it. Then she would take it out and lick my balls. She got up and quickly went into the little bathroom. She came back with a soaking wet cold towel. "Later baby" she said as she pulled my brief swimsuit back up. The cold water had done the trick. Next she sat while I lathered her head and shaved it smooth. When I was done, she looked in the mirror and felt her head. She made me feel it. Then she gave me a long, long kiss. "You're turn." I sat in the chair. She changed the blade in the razor. Lathered my head and face. Like a pro she soon had my whole head smooth as a bowling ball. She even did a good job on the face fuzz. "What? You're not going to do my eyebrows?" "First you don't want to shave anything, now you want to shave everything?" She set down the razor and picked up the clippers. I had just been joking. But she clicked them on and tilted back my head. I tried to pull back as she set the blade to my brow. It was too late. With one partly off. I sat very still while she finished. Then she put some lather where they had been and shaved them smooth. She next did my chest and tummy. Just as she was finishing my arms the coach came back in. He had a funny look on his face as he had to use the key to get in and we were still there. "Won't take but a few more minutes coach," she said. "Just got to get his legs." He shook his head as he took in Gina's shaved head and my shaved eyebrows. I laid a towel across my lap as she worked on my legs. I'm not sure how the coach would take it if he saw the bulge bulge again. "There he is coach," smooth as silk. "Our 'seal' will fly through the water on Saturday."

Gina brushed the chair

off as I got out. Then we moved the chair and rolled up the newspaper with all the hair on it. Gina picked up one of my curls and set it aside. "I think you two should go for a short swim," coach said. "Cool you off before we all get into trouble." No, coach wasn't blind. We went out and jumped in the pool and did a couple of laps. The water was cool and did what the coach wanted it to. We went in and got a shower and changed into our clothes. "I hope your folks are ok with the eyebrows." she said as we walked home. "It'll be ok. There isn't much they can do, they'll grow back, if you let them." he said. "If I let them?" "Yes, if you let them. My hair is yours. I'll keep it shaved if you like it that way. I'll be your hair slave." "Robert!" "Let's go out on a date tomorrow night and celebrate our win at the swim meet. I'll borrow my dad's truck." "His truck?" "Yes, his truck. Mom's car has bucket seats, but the truck has just one seat all the way across. You can sit next to me." "Sit. Oh, I see." She giggled at the thought that came into her mind. "It's a date." she said as she turned up the walk to her house.

When I opened the door to his home, his mom said there was dinner on the counter in the kitchen. I yelled out, "thanks mom." I was thankful no one had rushed out to see my clean shaved bald head and eyebrows missing. Reaching up I gave it a rub. Smooth. Tomorrow night, I thought to myself. After eating supper I went out to show mom and dad and get that over with. Mom said, "wow, that looks pretty good. You have a nice head. What happened to the eyebrows?." Just a little slip up, I said. Dad looked up and started laughing again. "Come on dad, it's not that funny." From behind him his little brother was standing with his eyes as big as saucers. "I don't know," said his dad. "Timmy thinks it's different. Although I'll have to agree with your mom, it does look pretty good on you." From Timmy he got, "can I polish it Robert?" Then a burst of laughter. Then I remembered to ask to borrow the truck Saturday night for the date. "Why don't you take your mom's car?" Without thinking I said, "mom's car has bucket seats and I want Gina to sit right next to me." With that I turned red. And said, "well, may I borrow it?" "Sure son. But I can't imagine taking the truck when you could use your mom's nice car."

I did get ribbed some at school, not for the shaved head, legs and arms, that was sort of expected of the swimmers, but for shaving my eyebrows. Everyone wanted to rub my head and several girls wanted to feel my eyebrows to see that they were really smooth with no hair. That afternoon coach asked how it had gone. Not bad, I told him. My mom likes it ok. My dad only said he had wondered when I would get around to doing it. We did our warm ups and swim. Then headed for home. Gina reminded me that I had to shave everything again in the morning. "I want you really smooth tomorrow night."
I discovered that shaving yourself was not like having a girl shave you. It was just another thing to do before getting dressed. We left at 8:00. My mom and dad were chaperones as required by the school board. Coach was really happy that they had so quickly agreed to accompany all the road trips. Sometimes it was difficult to find parents that could give the time on Saturday's. We tore the other teams up. I finally managed to pull ahead of Creg and win the 200 meter. In the end we were tied for individual points and both got a gold medal. Gina got two for overall and individual points. We sat together in the van on the way back to the school. We got home in time for me to get cleaned up. I asked Gina where she wanted to go on our date. She said, "somewhere real nice. I'd like to see you all dressed up."

I came down from my room wearing the black suit, a white shirt and skinny black tie. Mom whistled, "are you sure you don't want to take my car?" "No ma'am. I cleaned dad's truck up and it will do fine." "OK. But we expect you home by midnight. You look so grown up, but you are still only 17 and in school. And you must be a little tired from this morning." "No ma'am. I'm too excited to be tired. We're going to that fancy restaurant over on Carolina Drive, then she wants me to take her dancing. That's the part that has me scared." Mom said I would do ok. Just try and stay off her feet.
I knocked on the door at Gina's. She pulled me into the house to meet her folks. She looked so hot in a black polka dot dress. So classy with her bald head. Her mom and dad were glad to meet me and told me to have her home by 11:30. Her mom told them to hold still a minute. She went and got a camera. "Stand over there by the fireplace. You kids will want a picture to show your kids one day how you looked on your first date." We dutifully stood in front of the fireplace. Mom made us stand in different poses and took about 10 shots. She finally told us we could go. She expected a peck on the cheek from me and Dad expected a handshake. We got out of the house. Gina's mom worked for a portrait studio and liked posing folks for pictures. I said, "pictures of our first date to show our kids? Isn't that sort of long range planning?" "You do want pictures of our first date to show our kids, don't you?" she asked teasingly. Two can play this game I thought. "I guess I'd better ask then: Will you marry me?" She looked at me and got real serious. "Yes. I'm going to marry you. And, I'm going to hold you to it."

Then she smiled. "I'm crazy about you now. You are everything I've looked for in a boy friend. I'm crazy about you, but you have to make me love you." She would never believe this was my first date alone with a girl. I suddenly decided to move at a slower pace than what I had planned. We still had almost a half hour before our reservations at the restaurant. I pulled into the next shopping center parking lot and turned out the lights. "We've got to talk." I told her about me and my experience at dating. She gave me a good look when I told her this was my first ever alone date. I had double dated some and I wasn't a virgin. I'd had sex only twice before. And I didn't know what came over me when she had shaved me and I had shaved her. It was so exciting and I was so turned on. "Let's go on to the restaurant," she said. "I will tell you about me." She told me she wasn't a virgin either, and that she'd had sex with a couple of the guys last year on the swim team that had graduated and were gone now. She said, "I desperately want to have sex with you. Tonight. Later. But I want us to have more between us than that. We can do it tonight, but it may be a while before we do it again. I'm not on the pill, so you are going to have to get a condom."

"For you Gina, I'll do anything. And now I'm serious. I want to marry you some day....... If you want, I'll ask you again later."

We were at the restaurant only a few minutes late, but they had held the table. After eating she said we were going to the hotel Astorea where they had a live band on Saturday night and a big dance floor. It was a nice place. She paid the cover charge, since she said it was her idea. We had a good time although she said my dancing needed a lot of polish. A little after 10:00 she was ready to leave. Where to I asked. I hadn't been driving around the city that much to know where to go. First stop though was a drug store. I tried to act so nonchalant as I laid the box of condoms on the counter. The lady scanned the package and put it in a bag. I gave her $5.00 and she gave me a little change back. I walked out with a sigh of relief. Gail then directed me down to the big mall. Over there, she said, in that corner under the overhanging trees.

She came on to me like a tigress. She had my belt unbuckled and my pants unzipped. "Raise up." She slipped my pants down below my knees. She reached under her dress and pulled her panties down, then off. Next she opened the passenger side door. She had me take my coat off. I started to loosen the tie too. "No, keep the tie on." She even pulled it tighter around my collar. I slid my hand under her dress and raised it up. Her pussy was already wet and I could feel the heat. I began to finger her. She began to move her hips. She put her hands behind my head and began to kiss me, her tongue flicking in and out of my mouth then running around the inside. I returned her ardent kissing and moved down to her throat. I ran my hands over her smooth shaved head. Then to her tight firm breasts where I gave her nipples a little pinch. She moaned as she felt my cock come erect. She huskily whispered, "did you bring a towel?" From behind the seat I pulled a large clean bath towel. We got out of the truck and she spread it over the seat. She pulled her dress up and lay down on the towel. "Hurry." she said. I fumbled with the rubber that we had already taken out of the package. I'd never used one before, but it looked simple enough. It rolled right down over my swollen rod. Then I climbed on top of her. She helped guide it in. I did my best to gently slide it in, but she jammed her hips up and it sank all the way. "Ahhhh." she moaned as I began to pump it in her. I had gotten the ones that said "sheer delight", they were also ribbed a little. With the rubber on it took a while for me to reach climax. But the ribs stroked Gina the right way. She had three or four orgasms before I reached mine. I pushed it all the way in and lay there shuddering as my cum filled the tip of the condom. When I was done, we released each other. She gently ran her hands over my bald head. "I think I love you." she said. That was so good. I pulled out and moved down until I could lick her pussy and lap the juice. I had barely gotten a taste the other day. "Ok stud." That was good. We used the towel to clean each other after I took the condom off. We kissed and cuddled a little more after we got our clothes back on. She told me to put my jacket back on. I was so handsome she said. And you are so beautiful. "I think you should always keep your head shaved." "What ever you say darling. But, after swimming is over I want you to grow your's out as long as it will before next year." She didn't agree to that so readily. But, she didn't say no either. We got out of the truck and made sure that we were both presentable. Then I drove her home, getting there 5 minutes early. So we stood at the door kissing each other good night and feeling each others smooth bald head. We heard the door opening right at 11:30, so we quickly stood apart. It was her father. "No gun, I hope," I said as he looked at us both. "You're right on time. I like that in a young man. I just hope I don't have to get out the shotgun later." "No worry about that daddy," she said. "We are going to wait until we graduate from college, but only if you promise to bring the shotgun to the wedding. I think I've found a keeper, and your job will be to make sure he doesn't run away." We all laughed. I gave Gina one last peck and told her I would see her tomorrow in church. She went in and her dad said goodnight to me and closed the door.

That year our school won district but was second at the state finals. Our senior year, the swim team took it all. Both Gina and I got scholarships to university. She went on to become a physical education teacher and later became the swimming coach at our old high school. I got chosen for the olympic team and managed to pull one gold and two silvers at the games. I only made the one shot. I finished college with a bachelor in business management. Gina and I got married. Her father remembered to bring the shot gun. Said he hadn't forgotten. I stayed in school and got my masters in business management. We have three children, the oldest a boy, then a girl, and the baby (now 7) is a boy. Summers are hot here and the ritual of summer buzz cuts continues. My oldest boy doesn't seem to care. He looks at me and says one day he's gonna shave his head smooth. I tell him he has to become a swimmer first. So, I'm sure that one day he'll get to shave it. The youngest hid out this year after dinner until the haircuts were all done. I let his hair grow out another week then took him to the barber shop. I asked how he wanted it cut. I let him get the mohawk for the summer, warning him that it had to be grown out by school. He is quite bold and smart for a 7 year old. A week before school he said he was ready to get his hair cut. He asked for the money and wanted to know if he could go by himself. It was only a few blocks away. I told his brother to see that he got there safely. about 20 minutes later the barber called and asked if we had let little Robert come by himself. Yes, I said. The barber said alright and hung up. I immediately realized that I missed something in that short conversation. Forty minutes later Robert jr. strutted in with his mohawk intact. More than that, it was at zero level with the skin on the sides and back. His momma wasn't happy. I smiled at jr. and reminded him that he couldn't go to school with a mohawk and he was going to school next Monday.

"That's ok daddy," he said.

"Then I can get a haircut just like yours."

Gina looked over at me and chuckled, "his father made all over." Tommy, the oldest boy said that wasn't fair. I told him to go get his swim suit. Jr. wanted to come to the pool too. No, I said, you've had your fun. Tommy raced to his room and was soon back. He brought his brief suit like I used to wear at competition. Tommy is a pretty good swimmer for a twelve year old. what did I expect with a mom that taught swimming and tommy was often there after school with the older kids. He swam the length of the pool three times, then one way with the butterfly, on way with the back stroke, and finished with a strong breast stroke.

"Ok son. Let's get you dried off and changed into some dry clothes." His hair still damp when he came out of the changing room. He pushed it aside with his hand. We got in the car and drove towards town. His eye's positively lit up when we stopped in front of the barbershop. He jumped out of the car and headed inside. the big old black leather chair with the chrome sparkling was sitting empty. A young lady barber was behind it straightening her tools on the shelf. she turned around.

"What can I do for you young man." she asked in a nice voice.

"A haircut please." Tommy was always polite. She place a cushion in the chair, it would boost him up enough. She put the paper tape around his neck and then swirled the cape around until it covered everything, even his feet.

"How are we cutting it today?" Tommy looked at his dad, hoping against hope.

"How about a military style horseshoe flat top with a shaved high and tight." I told Tommy he had to sit very still or it wouldn't be done right.

"Yes sir." I told the young barberette I would be back in a little and to NOT let Tommy talk her into anything.

"But, do make it as short as you can get it." Tommy's head was nicely rounded, almost flat on top. She took the clippers down and brushed them off and put on a fresh coat of oil. It was important for a young man to remember that smell when he was getting his hair cut. A half inch guard was put on the blades.

"Looks like you've been swimming." she said as she made the first cut from the nape of his neck to the front of his head. Tommy's smile broadened as he saw the hair tumble past his face and into his lap. She saw the smile and made all the rest of the passes across the top of his head so that the hair tumbled down where he could see it. She turned the clippers off and removed the guard. With the guard off, she snapped the clippers back on and proceeded to take down the sides, flipping the hair down onto the cape so he could see it fall. She could tell he was enjoying this. After the sides were done, he thought she would be finished. She turned the clippers off and set them aside. Then she brused his head free off loose hair. then with a hair brush she brushed his hair back on top, making it stand up. She opened a small round jar and took out a finger loaded with pink crew wax. She rubbed it between her palms then massaged it into his hair. Brushing it back it now stood almost straight up leaning just a little towards the back. She picked up the clippers again no guard. With skilful hand she made the top flat from front to back with the center right on the skin. The longest hair on top was now perhaps only 1/2". She brushed it up and turned him around. A big grin appeared on his face.

"Is that short enough," she asked. He reached up and felt the sides and back. He could feel just the tiniest amount of stubble, like fine sandpaper.

"My daddy's is smooth. Can you make it smooth like his." Well, the man had said a 'shaved' high and tight. She turned Tommy back around. She undid the cape and removed the tape. The cape she just lowered into his lap. A small towel was put around his neck and tucked into his shirt collar. With a warm damp towel she wiped his head free of even little pieces of loose hair. then she got a slightly wetter towel that was very warm, she warned him it would feel really warm, and let it rest around the sides of his head and onto his neck. He heard the hot lather machine whirr, then felt the warm lather being smeared onto his neck, the back and sides of his head.

"You have to hold real still now", she told Tommy. We don't want to cut you with the razor. She told him she was going to tilt his head, but he was to stay still while she held it. With a new blade in the straight razor she began on the side and shaved around his ears and all the way up to the crown of his head. All the way around, his neck and the back side, then the right side. On the back she shaved it all the way onto the top, but not going down the strip as she might would have on an adult. She put the razor down and with the still quite warm towel, cleaned Tommy's head off once more. She removed the towel then turned him around. "How is that?" He reached up and felt the sides and back.

"I like that," he said. "One day I want you to do the whole top too."

"You let me know when", she said, "and I'll take it all off, just like your daddy's." She removed the cape and let Tommy get down. I came back in the door just in time to see his big flashing smile. I had given him the money for the haircut, plus a little for the tip, which I told him was important. He handed her the money and said "thank you very much, you did a swell job." "You're welcome Tommy." she rang the sale and offered the change.

"Oh no," said Tommy, "that's your tip for the good haircut."

Gina gave a little sigh when they got back.

"I thought sure you were going to let him get it shaved," she whispered. "I nearly did. but then he would have nothing to look forward to when he made the swim team in a few years and meets a girl like you."

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