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As Samantha Hunter approached her street, she began to feel uneasy. What would her mom think? Man, Sam thought, I'm sure glad that dad isn't here this week. As Sam neared her driveway though, she spotted her father's black Jaguar. Uh oh, I'm really in for it. She became very nervous for it. Not only was her whole family going to see her new haircut, but her father as well. Howard Hunter loved Sam's long hair. He thought that girls should always have long hair. How was Sam ever going to explain this. Well, here's my chance, Sam said to herself. "Hi Honey!" Howard said, excited to see his daughter. Sam looked, and saw her father getting his suitcase out of the trunk of his car. "Uh, Hi Daddy." Sam said in her sweetest tone of voice. She was further away when her dad greeted her, but as she peddled down the driveway, her dad had a clear view of her new short haircut. "Shit Samantha. What DID you do?" He said, very confused looking. "I can't believe that your mother let you do this," as he stomped into the house, yelling for her mother to come down. "What is it Dear," Amy said as she raced down the stairs and into the garage." "Oh my God." "Samantha Marie Hunter, what the hell were you thinking. Just look at you. All your beautiful hair cut off. How could you do such a thing?" Said her mom. Sam was speechless. She just ran upstairs to her bedroom, and locked her door. Sam panicked. She had no Idea what she had done would make them so mad. She could hear someone stomping up the stairs. She prayed that it wasn't her father. He screamed at her to open the door, but Sam didn't budge. After five or ten minutes, her mom came upstairs, and told her dad that she would try to talk to her. When she was sure her father had left, Sam opened the door. Her mom followed her to her bed, and they sat down. Sam began to sob. "I'm so sorry mom." "I'm so, so sorry." "Amy hugged her daughter, and stroked her hair. "Honey, why did you cut your lovely hair off?" "I thought you loved it long." Sam finally calmed down, and started talking. "I was so hot all week at camp. My hair was soaked in sweat, and I just thought that a shorter haircut would help keep me cooler." "But why did you cut it so short?" "Sam, It's practically shaved in the back." questioned Amy. "I don't know, It seemed like such a good idea at the time, I was just so sick of the heat, and when she started to buzz it, it felt so, so good, I guess." Sam said. "And I really do like the way it looks, mom. Especially the back. And it feels so good to touch it." Sam said. "Go ahead, touch it mom." Sam said. So Amy gently ran her fingers through her daughter's shorter hair. "Well, it does feel pretty good, and I bet it will keep you cool." Amy sighed. "Here, let me take a better look at you. Sam turned she shoulders and faced her mom. Amy took a long, hard look at her daughter, then said, "is this really what you want Sammy?" "I do mom, I really like my hair like this." Said Sam. "Alright then, I guess there's nothing I can say to talk you into letting it grow back, is there?" asked Amy. "Sorry mom. I will never grow my hair out again. I might even cut it shorter." Sam said. "Well, dinner should be ready in about thirty minutes. Why don't you take a shower and change then join us?" Said Amy. "Ok mom" Sam replied.

Sam shut the door behind her mother, and walked into her bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. It only re-assured her of how great the shorter haircut made her look. She undressed, and hopped into the shower. Sam squeezed some shampoo out of the bottle and rubbed it into her newly shorn hair. It felt weird to Sam, not having all that extra hair to wash, but she liked it. As she lathered the shampoo into her hair, she scrubbed extra on the buzzed neck. Touching her nape had become irresistible to Sam. She wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to play with it. After she had finished cleaning herself off, she turned the water off, and pulled her towel off the door. She dried herself off, then without thinking, tried to dry her hair. Then she remembered how much shorter it was. She wrapped the towel around herself, and took out her blow dryer. As she turned it on, she felt the warm air tickle her nape. Sam loved everything about this haircut. She finished drying her hair, then put some fresh clothes on. As she combed her hair again, her youngest sister, Stephanie walked in. "Dinner's ready Sam," She called as she entered the room. "AHHHHH, who are you?" Stephanie shrieked. "Oh, it's me, Sammy, your big sister." "What happened to you?" Stephanie asked confused. "I got a haircut Steph, what do you think?" Sam said. "Stephanie studied her sister carefully, and after a minute or two, replied, "It's very pretty Sammy. Why is your neck so short though?" She questioned. Sam answered, "They used clippers on my neck, to buzz it shorter. It will keep me really cool this summer." "Can I feel it Sammy?" Asked Stephanie. "Sure," Sam said as she bent over so that her sister could reach her neck. "Oooh that feels nice," cooed Stephanie. "Yeah, that's why I like it so much," said Sam. "Let's go down for dinner now, because I'm hungry." Said Sam. "You can touch my nape later though." Sam said, as she took her sister's hand, and led her down the stairs.

At dinner Sam's other two sisters had pretty much not said anything. Sally, who was 13 said," I like your new haircut Sammy." And Susie, 11 just agreed, "It's very nice." Her parent's completely avoided the subject, and went on talking about her father's last trip. Which was fine with Sam, because it made her feel uncomfortable. After dinner, all three of Sam's sisters followed her to her bedroom. "Can I help you," Sam said sarcastically. "Oh, we just wondered if we could, um, you tell her Sally," Susie said as she pushed Sally towards the bed. Sally's face started to get red, as she asked quietly, "can we touch your new haircut?" "I suppose so," Sam said, as she laid on her pillow, and turned the TV on. Her sisters piled on the bed next to her, and started rubbing her neck. Sam moaned. It felt so unbelievably good. It felt so good, that it put her to sleep.

The next morning, Sam rode her bike to camp. When she arrived, she got lots of attention about her new haircut. The other female counselors all wanted to know what it felt like to get her neck buzzed. As Sam described her barber shop experience, she could tell that some of the girls were really turned on by the idea of getting their napes buzzed. They all agreed that she was going to stay the coolest, but none of them wanted to cut their hair. When her campers arrived, they were all curious about her hair as well. So throughout the day, practically everyone in camp had rubbed her neck, and said something about her hair. As the week went on, all of the other counselors suffered in the heat, but the effects on Sam were much milder. She was defiantly happy about what she had done. On Friday after camp was over, Sam rode her bike down to the barber shop, to get her neck buzzed. When she arrived, she saw the same girl that inspired her to get her hair cut in the chair, getting her hair trimmed. Sam entered the shop, and greeted Tammy. The girl in the chair said, "nice haircut," to Sam. Sam blushed, but said, "thanks, I really like it, and if I hadn't seen it on you, I probably wouldn't have gotten my hair cut. I kind of copied you though. Sorry about that." "No problem," said the girl in the chair. "I'm flattered that you liked my hair enough to get yours cut that way." "By the way," she went on, "my name is Sharon. What's yours?" "Samantha," said Sam. "Nice to meet you." Then Tammy said to Sharon, "sorry to cut in girls, but Sharon, how's the back? I buzzed it a little shorter this time, it's about 1/8th of an inch." Sharon put her hand to her neck, and rubbed it. "It's just fine Tammy," she said. "Ok, let me just clean the back up a bit, ok?" Said Tammy. "Sounds good," replied Sharon, as she went back to her magazine. Tammy un snapped the cape, and took out a large white towel. She placed it around Sharon's shoulders, then turned on the hot water. She then soaked a washcloth in it, and rubbed Sharon's freshly buzzed nape with it. "Ooooh, that feels good," said Sharon. Tammy smiled, then she went over and squeezed some white stuff out of this machine thing, and spread it all along Sharon's hairline. After that Tammy got out a straight razor, and stropped it skillfully on a leather strap. Then she carefully shaved Sharon's hairline, so that the buzzed hairs tapered down to nothing. "God that feels good," Sharon moaned. Tammy wiped off the remaining shaving cream, and brushed Sharon's neck with a small brush. "There you go," she said, as she walked behind the counter, and Sharon paid her. "See you next week then," Sharon called, as she walked out the door. "Have a seat Sam, I'll be right with you," Tammy said. She walked over to the barber chair, where Sam was sitting, and said, "come in for just a quick buzz, or do you want me to cut your hair a bit shorter this time?" "Sam thought about it, then said, "Yes, I think I would like you to defiantly buzz my nape shorter, but could you maybe cut my hair a little shorter, like all the way around?" asked Sam. "Sure, how does maybe half an inch shorter sound?" Said Tammy. "Ok, lets try that." Said Sam. Tammy took a tissue from the dispenser, and held it tight against Sam's neck, then she snapped a cape over the tissue. Tammy sprayed Sam's hair with some water, then picked up her scissors. She started in the front, and cut Sam's hair about 1/2 an inch all the way around. She checked to make sure that it was even, then got out the clippers. She put a different comb attachment on it this time. Sam heard a loud POP, then a low hum, as Tammy turned on the clippers. Sam remembered to hold her head down, so she touched her chin to her chest. The clippers touched her nape, and Sam remembered how much she loved that feeling. Sam felt Tammy push the clippers up her neck, just like they had the week before, but they went up half an inch further than they had before. Sam had another orgasm. She remembered to bring a clean pair of shorts and underwear this week though, so that she didn't half to ride her bike through town looking like she had peed her pants. Once Tammy had buzzed all the way around Sam's neck, she lifted Sam's head up. "Why don't you go look in the mirror in the bathroom, and tell me what you think, before I clean up the back." Tammy said, handing her the small mirror so she could see the back. Sam got out of the comfy chair, and walked to the back of the shop, into the bathroom. She turned around, then checked out the back. She liked it shorter, she decided, and it felt even better at this length than it had last week. There was something that she was unsure of though. Not that she didn't like the cut, but she felt like something was missing. She walked back to the chair, and said to Tammy, "It's great Tammy, but I don't know, is there a little something else you could do to it?" "Well," said Tammy, I could cut out some bangs, that would be cute." Sam thought about it. The last time she had bangs was when she was in first or second grade. "I don't know, bangs are kind of babyish, don't you think," Tammy replied, "Well, in some cases they can be, but they are very stylish right now. Very in. A lot of hair fashion magazines are featuring bangs as this summer's hot new look. I would cut then pretty short, and it would give you a very feminine, girlie look." Sam thought about it a little more, and decided that maybe bangs were what the cut was missing. Besides, she thought to herself, I want to be in style, so if just getting bangs qualifies as trendy, then they are cool with me. She said to Tammy, "alright, I'll give bangs a try." "Great," Tammy said, as she picked up her scissors, and moved around to the front of the chair facing Sam. She took a comb, and carefully sectioned off the hair she wanted to cut. "I am going to cut them really short, so it will be super stylish. I am going to cut them pretty thick too." "Ok," Sam said nervously, thinking, to herself am I going to look like a five year old? Tammy, seeing that Sam was not so sure about this, said, "don't worry Sam, I promise, the bangs will finish the cut, and make you look much older." With that, Tammy started to cut out the bangs. Sam had to close her eyes and be very still, so that Tammy could make them even. Sam felt the scissors really high up on her forehead. "I sure hope she knows what she is doing here, Sam thought to herself, and Tammy continued to cut her hair. As Tammy worked her way around Sam's head, she started to relax a bit. She new that she could trust Tammy, she did a great job on her hair last time, she wouldn't make me look like a fool now, would she? Of course not, Sam decided, as she opened her eyes and say Tammy's reassuring smile telling her that it was looking good. Sam closed her eyes, and Tammy finished a few minutes later. "All done," Tammy said, putting her comb and scissors back on the shelf. "Go back to the bathroom and have a look. I think you will like what you see!" Tammy said confidently. Sam walked into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. God they are short, she said to herself, seeing the 1 inch bangs cut straight across her forehead. As she took a closer look at herself, she noticed right away that the bangs really made her eyes look bigger. She decided that she liked them. But there was still something missing. Sam walked back to the big red chair, and sat back down. Tammy walked over and said, "well, is that what you were looking for?" "Somewhat, Sam replied, but is there just a little something else you could do? It still feels like something isn't there." "Like what," said Tammy. "I don't know, I just fees weird about it, that's all." Sam said. "Hmm," Tammy thought about it, then said, "I could buzz up a little higher in the back, and cut the sides at more of an angle. It would give the style a more inverted look. ""Ok," Sam said, "why don't you try that." Tammy again picked up the clippers, and turned them on. Sam heard the now familiar loud POP, hummmm. Sam felt the clippers tickle her neck, as they went higher and higher up it. Tammy buzzed the back up much higher in the middle, then curved it down on the sides. When she finished that she picked up the scissors and cut the back up higher to match the newly buzzed hair, then followed the line of buzzed hair, and left the hair in front longest, with a steep point to it. When she made sure that it was all even, she handed Sam the hand mirror, and said, "why don't you go take a peek in the bathroom." Sam did as Tammy suggested, and walked to the bathroom. She looked at the mirror, and immediately felt better. She turned and checked out her nape, and loved the steep angle it was buzzed it. She liked how in front there was so much of a contrast between the long hair in the front, that followed her jaw line, to the very short, straight bangs. She put the mirror down, and walked back to the chair. "It's perfect," she said to Tammy. "Great!" Tammy said enthusiastically. "Let's just clean you up and you can go on your way," She said as she took the cape off of Sam's neck. She grabbed a towel, and placed it around Sam's shoulders, then got a hot washcloth, and rubbed Sam's neck with it. Sam moaned. The hot water on the buzzed short hairs was erotic. Then Tammy too the washcloth off, and spread some hot shaving cream along Sam's hairline, but Tammy decided to put the shaving cream up a bit higher, more like an inch and a half. The hot lather on Sam's nape made her feel queasy. Then Tammy stropped the straight razor on a leather strap. Tammy the carefully shaved Sam's hairline. Sam felt the scraping of the razor on her nape, and had another orgasm. Having her nape shaved turned Sam on, and made her so hot. Her pants were thoroughly soaked through now. Then she shaved up Sam's neck, so that the tiny buzzed hairs were tapered down to nothing. Finally Tammy finished. She took another hot washcloth and cleaned off the excess shaving cream on Sam's neck. The Tammy took a dab of lilac talc, and rubbed it into the shaved parts. She brushed off Sam's neck and shoulders, and said, "all done Sam." Sam's hands immediately went up to her nape, and started rubbing it. "Oooh god, that feels so gooood." Sam said, as she got out of the chair. The she realized that she had gotten the chair wet from her massive orgasm. "Oh, I'm so sorry." She said, embarrassed from the mess. "Not a problem Sam, it happens all the time." Tammy said. "Really," Sam said. "Really," Tammy assured her. "I'll clean it up so you don't have to do it Tammy," Said Sam. "do you have a towel you want me to use, and some cleaner or soap or something?" Tammy said, "don't worry about it Sam, I'll clean it up, it's not that big of a deal. Really, It happens all the time." "If you say so," said Sam, as she walked over to pay Tammy for the haircut. She paid her extra and tipped her well. She wasn't easy to please today. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom, so I could change my pants," Sam said. "Go right ahead," said Tammy, as she started to wash up the chair. As Sam put her clean undies and shorts on, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her nipples became hard as she stroked her freshly shaved nape with her delicate fingers. She was so turned on by this new haircut. Even more than the first one. When she finished, she took one more look at herself, then put her wet clothes in a plastic bag, and stuffed them in her backpack. She walked back into the barber shop, and said to Tammy, "thanks for everything Tammy. I wasn't easy to please today," Tammy just chuckled, and said, "no problem dear, I'm just glad that you are happy with your new haircut." "You are great," Sam said back, happily as she left the barber shop. She got on her bicycle and started to peddle towards home. The cool summer breeze tickled Sam's shaved nape, as she rode along. She wondered if she could learn to shave her own nape sometime, so she could keep it nice and clean looking. She looked at her watch. It was only 4:45. Sam decided to make a quick stop at Wal-Mart on her way home.

Sam locked her bike outside Wal-mart, and walked inside. She didn't want to ask, so she had to look all over the store to find a home haircutting kit. After about twenty minutes of searching, she was finally able to find the haircutting kits. There were several to choose from. She didn't know where to start, so she tries to think about the stuff Tammy had used on her. After carefully examining all of them, Sam picked out a kit had a large set of clippers, with several guide combs, and an instructional video. She also got an additional smaller set of clippers. Then she got a nice pair of scissors. She had trouble finding a straight razor, but then realized that only a skilled professional would be able to use one of those right, and she didn't want to cut herself and have nicks all over her nape, would she? So Sam got a package of safety razors instead. She bought several different combs, and some shaving cream. Then Sam started to worry if someone she knew saw her buying all of this stuff, what would they think? She hurried to the checkout counter, and paid the cashier. Luckily no one said anything, and she didn't run into anyone she knew, so she stuffed everything into her backpack, and unlocked her bike. She pedaled hard because she didn't want her mom to ask about her over-stuffed backpack. She got home about five minutes before her mom, so she ran in through the back door, and up to her room. She unpacked her purchases, and hid them in a box in her closet. Then she threw away the bag and receipt, and turned on the TV., so when her mom got home it looked like she had done that all afternoon. Her dad had left for California that morning, so she was glad he wouldn't see her tonight, and her mom would probably not even notice that she had gotten her hair cut again. She sighed, and layed back on her pillow, and relaxed. It felt good to just sit there., Sam said to herself, as she petted her shaved nape, and watched the TV. Life was good.

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