Samantha Hunter was just your average sixteen year old girl. She had big brown eyes with long eyelashes, and light brown hair that fell just below her shoulder blades. She was nicely tanned, and had a clear complexion, which made her very pretty. She was a captain of the Varsity cheerleading squad at her high school, as well as an honor roll student, and all-state track runner. She lived with her mom, Amy, her dad, Howard, and her three younger sisters, Sally, who was 13, Susie, who was 11, and Stephanie, who was 6. Her father was only home about one week a month, because he traveled for business purposes. He and his brothers owned a large motor boat company, which in recent years had become very successful. Her mother had quit her job as a nurse, to be at home with her daughters. They lived in a beautiful new house on Lake O'Henry, in Connecticut. It had a large swimming pool, hot tub, sauna, and a huge backyard. Sam had her own bathroom, with a Jacuzzi, and a walk in shower with four jets. Samantha was just finishing school, and looking forward to the great warm summer months ahead.
Samantha sat at her desk and waited for the last bell of the year to ring, letting her out for summer vacation. She had just finished her advanced biology exam, and was excited for the summer ahead. As soon as the bell rang, Sam jumped out of her seat, and headed out to the front court yard to meet her two best friends, Taylor Smith and Natalie Baker. Sam hugged her friends and the three of them walked down town for their traditional end of the year ice cream cones. They had done this every year, since kindergarten. They each got a waffle cone, with one scoop of mint chocolate chip, one scoop of superman, and one scoop of moose tracks, with rainbow sprinkles on top. As the three girls licked their ice cream cones, they walked over to the park bench, and sat down. After discussing their summer plans for over an hour, the three girls said their good byes for the summer, and promised to write to each other while they were away. Natalie was going to soccer camp in Texas, and Taylor's family was taking a cross-country road trip. Sam was going to work as a counselor at a local kids camp all summer. They hugged one last time, and walked their separate ways home. They all lived on different sides of town. Samantha headed down the sidewalk, and something in one of the store windows caught her eye. The store she was standing in front of was a barber shop. There was a young girl inside sitting on the red leather barber chair. She looked to be around 20 or so, with medium brown hair, a few inches longer than Sam's was. The barber, who also happened to be a woman, walked over to the chair, and started talking to the girl. Sam, outside, couldn't hear what they were saying, but since she had never seen a girl getting her hair cut in a barber shop before, she decided to stick around to see what happened. She sat down on the bench outside of the shop, and peered in through the big window. After the barber and the girl had been talking for a few more minutes, the barber got out a cape. She took a tissue out of the dispenser, and pulled it around the girl's neck, and then fastened the cape over top of it. Sam watched as the barber wrapped a rubber band around the girl's hair, and then took out a pair of large shears. The pony tail was at the base of the girl's neck, so the barber cut off the pony just above the rubber band. Then the barber took something out of a drawer. At first Sam couldn't see it, but then she saw it run up the girl's neck. It was a pair of clippers. The barber also pulled out some plastic comb thing and put that over the clippers. That's odd, Sam thought. Clippers are only used on boys. The barber kept clippering all of the hair about an inch and a half up from the bottom of the girl's neck. After a few minutes, the barber turned the clippers off, and picked up a pair of scissors. She cut the girl's hair into a nice little bob haircut, that angled down towards her chin. When the barber was done cutting the girl's hair, she took out a different pair of clippers. These were much smaller. A few minutes later the barber took the cape off the girl, and walked over to the counter, where the girl paid her. She smiled at Samantha as she walked out the door. The barber followed her out the door, and asked Sam if she was waiting for a haircut. Quickly, Sam said no thank you. I am just waiting for a ride.
Later that evening, Sam was sitting in her bedroom watching tv, when she started to think about the barber shop. She wondered to herself why did she stay so long? She wondered how she would look if she got her hair cut off. After pondering over the idea for a few minutes, Sam snapped out of it, and told herself no way. She had very pretty hair, she loved to play with it, and she loved the way that it swayed in the breeze as she walked outside. There was no reason for her to cut it. But she still though about it until she fell asleep. She wondered what those clippers felt like. Oh well, she thought to herself. Cutting my hair will never happen, and with that, she fell asleep.
The next morning, Sam started work at the Lake O'Henry Kids Club. There were over 300 kids there to register for summer camp. Sam talked to the director, and was given a list of her campers. There were 12 girls all together, 13 including herself. Once her campers had signed in, she met with them under a big oak tree. It felt good sitting under the tree, Sam thought to herself, because the tree offered shade from the hot sun. One by one, her campers joined her and they all sat in a circle and introduced themselves. After about a half hour, it was time for their first activity. Dodge ball. Sam was excited, she loved dodge ball, so her team took on her enthusiasm. After 15 minutes of playing, Sam had to sit down for a water break with her team. Even though she wasn't playing, just standing in the sun made Sam hot. Beads of sweat rolled down her face and neck, where her ponytail was soaked. Sam thought to herself, I will wear my hair up higher tomorrow.
Throughout the week, Sam tried many different ways to try to keep cool, but nothing seemed to work. And unfortunately, it was gong to keep getting hotter, all summer long. Sam didn't know how she was going to survive. On Friday she was sitting under the tree while she ate her lunch by herself, and started to think about cutting her hair again. She thought to herself, I would be so much more comfortable without that heavy, sweaty ponytail on my head. It would really help me to stay cool if I cut my hair shorter. Sam wondered what people would think if she did cut her hair. She thought about what her friends would say when they came back from vacation in the fall. Would she look totally hideous without her long hair? Sam didn't know.
Later that afternoon, Samantha's campers were playing a game of soccer. The sun was scorching hot, and Sam could barely stand up to instruct her team. She forgot about the game for a few minutes, and decided then and there, that if she cut her hair now, then she would have enough time for it to grow out before her friends came home, and before school started. If she looked terrible, who cared. Not a bunch of 10 year old girls, for sure. As for the other counselors, none of them went to her school, and most of them were people who had summer cottages on Lake O'Henry. The again there was her family. What would they say when she came home with short hair? Sam couldn't stop thinking about it. Finally, she told herself, she was going to get her hair cut. Who cares what anyone else thinks? As Sam felt the hot sun beating down on her, she said to herself, I am going to do this, and nothing can or will stop me. The Samantha realized that she didn't have any money with her. She didn't want to wait all weekend for this haircut. That was too much time to wait, because it was getting hotter by the day. And a whole weekend with air conditioning might change her mind altogether. She knew she had to do it today. She thought about running home after work, but by the time she got back, the shop would be closed. Disappointed, Sam turned her attention back towards the soccer game.
At three thirty parents started to arrive. After all of the kids had left, the counselors got together for their daily meeting. The director handed each of them an envelope, containing their first paycheck. A surge of excitement flowed through Sam's body. She would still be able to get her hair cut today!
As soon as the meeting was over, Sam hopped on her bike and raced to the bank to cash her check. With 200 dollars in her pocket, Sam headed towards the barber shop. It was empty, except for the barber. Sam parked her bike, and took a deep breath. She pushed the door open, and walked into the shop. Sam was so excited she could hardly contain herself. The barber cheerfully greeted her. She said," Hey, I was wondering when you would be back." Sam smiled sheepishly, as her face turned beet red. The barber obviously remembered the week earlier, when Sam had watched that other girl get her hair cut. "Have a seat!" The barber said as she motioned to Sam to come over to the chair and sit down. Sam slowly walked over to the big red barber chair and sat down. Immediately she relaxed. That was the most comfortable chair she had ever sat in, she thought to herself. Then the barber introduced herself. "My name is Tammy," she said cheerfully. "What's your name?" she asked Sam? "Samantha," Sam replied. "You can call me Sam though," Sam said. "Ok Sam, she said, what'll it be?" "I'm not quite sure." Replied Sam. "Would you like to try something new? Something short?" It's been awful hot out there, and I bet a new short haircut would keep you so much cooler." Sam thought about it for a moment, and then said, "could you cut my hair kind of like that girl you did last week, you know, when I was watching you?" "You bet!" Tammy said. "Let's get started, shall we?" Tammy took a tissue out of the dispenser, and wrapped it tightly around Sam's neck. She then pulled the cape off of the chair next to her, and fastened it snuggly around Sam's neck. Sam went to look in the mirror, like there always were in salons, to see her long hair for one last time, and was surprised to find shelves, and no mirror. Oh well, Sam thought to herself, I'll just have to be surprised. Then Tammy took a rubber band out of a drawer, and put Sam's hair into a ponytail, at the base of her neck. "This is it," Tammy said. "No turning back now!" Sam had a million butterflies in her stomach, but nodded, and told Tammy, "go ahead I'm ready." Tammy pulled the big silver shears off of the shelf, and opened them up. Sam held her breath as Tammy cut through her thick ponytail. "There, the hardest part is over," Tammy said, as she put the shears down. Then Tammy took something out of a drawer. "Have you ever had your hair cut with clippers?" She asked Sam. "No," was Sam's reply. "Well, I used them on that haircut I gave that girl last week." "Just to buzz the nape a bit." "Well, ok," said Sam. "Don't you worry a bit. These things feel great." She was so excited she could hardly keep still. She heard Tammy put one of those plastic attachments on the clippers, then she plugged them in. Sam heard a loud POP, then a low hum, as Tammy turned the clippers on. "Here we go," said Tammy. She firmly pushed Sam's head into her chest, and put the clippers at the base of Sam's neck. She said, "hold very still now." Sam trembled as she felt them start to run up her neck. Tammy pushed them up her neck, then she pulled them away, and started to buzz the next swath of hair. Bzzzzz bzzzz bzzzza. All of a sudden, Sam felt a cool breeze on her neck. She shivered in excitement. Sam felt her nipples become hard as the clippers made their first pass. Sam couldn't believe how much this haircut turned her on. Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzza, the clippers kept buzzing, all the way around the nape of Sam's neck. Tammy was right, Sam thought. These feel incredible. Sam reached down in her pants, but they were all wet from an orgasm. She just ignored it though. She was getting the haircut of her life. Sam felt the clippers make one final pass, and all of the hair about an inch and a half from her hairline had been buzzed. Finally Tammy turned the clippers off, and took out a pair of shiny silver scissors. Neither one of them said a word. Then she set them down on the shelf. She picked up a spray bottle, and sprayed Sam's hair to dampen it. The water was cold, but it felt so good, Sam thought. She felt it tickle her neck, where it had been clippered, a sensation she had never experienced before. Again, she stuck her hand down in her pants, and tried to get her pussy to stay still. It was no use, Sam thought. Her pants were soaked through. Tammy gently pulled Sam's head upright, and started to cut Sam's hair. She cut it up higher in the back than in the front, kind of inverted. The hair was longest at her chin. After a few minutes, Tammy put the scissors back on the shelf, and pulled the smaller clippers out of a drawer. Again, Sam heard her plug the in, and turn them on. Then came the loud POP, but the hum was much higher than it was with the other clippers. Tammy pushed Sam's head down to her chest, once again, and put he clippers at the nape of her neck. Tammy started to push the clippers up, but only went up part way. Tammy did this all the way around Sam's neck. Then she turned the clippers off. Tammy ran her fingers over the buzzed part carefully, to make sure that it was all even. Satisfied, Tammy unsnapped the cape, and pulled it off Samantha. She shook it to get all of the hairs off of it, and then picked up a small brush. She brushed all of the little hairs off of Sam's shoulders, then picked up a hand mirror, and gave it to Sam. "What do you think?" Tammy said. Sam was so nervous she could have peed her pants. But it wouldn't have made much difference, since she had such a big orgasm. Her pants were already wet. Sam took the mirror, her hands shaking, and pulled it up to her face. At first she didn't even recognize herself. Who was that attractive young lady on the other side of the mirror? Sam thought to herself. Slowly a huge smile crawled across Sam's face. It kept getting bigger and bigger. Sam was so excited. Tammy, seeing this, said, "I hope you like it Sam," as she swept up the mound of hair that had come off of Sam's head. Sam turned her head from side to side. She loved the way that it whooshed as she turned her face. She studied every possible angle on the front, then she felt her hands reach to the buzzed part. She almost jumped out of her chair with pleasure and excitement. Her orgasm just kept getting bigger. She moved her hands up and down, over this newly clippered pelt. Then Tammy, seeing this asked Sam if she would like to have a look at the back. "Oh yes!" Exclaimed Sam. Tammy lead her into the bathroom, and held the hand mirror up for Sam to see the back through the other, larger mirror. Sam shuddered as she saw herself in the bigger mirror. The back of her neck looked so graceful and elegant. The turned around, and looked at herself. The new haircut suited her face shape well. She looked so sophisticated, so much older and mature. "I love it," she told Tammy. As she walked over the counter to pay. The she remembered that her pants were soaking wet. Oh well, she thought, she didn't care. She had really done it. She paid Tammy, and gave her a generous tip. Tammy said, "Sam, it looks like you love your new haircut. It looks great on you! If you want to keep it looking this good though, you'll need to come in about every two weeks for me to trim it, and once a week for me to buzz the nape for you. Just stop by whenever, I won't charge you when you come in for me to clipper the nape, and it doesn't take long, so come in some time next week." "Ok, I'll see you then!" said Sam. "And hey Tammy," Sam called back, "thanks so much for the haircut. It feels great!" Sam hopped on her bike, and peddled home. She couldn't stop touching the clippered nape. No way would she grow her hair out. No way.
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