Green! She sped through the intersection, headed for the salon. She hated to keep Roderick waiting. He wasn’t really fussy about it, but she wanted her full hour when it was time for a haircut.

Sighing, she thought it sad that Roderick was gay. He was so attractive. Handsome, in fact. His dark hair, almost black, lay shoulder length and somewhat shaggy, a little wild looking. His eyes were deep blue, sparkling, mischievous. He absolutely melted her with his devilish smile. His laugh was even better, a deep chuckle that made her feel he’d dug out her deepest secret.

One more turn and she’d be there. One minute ‘til three – she wasn’t late yet.

Sometimes Rosemary wished he was at least bi. Such a shame that he shared that magnificent body only with other men. At least he was her friend. In spite of the fact they were never totally alone in the shop, they shared stories of their sexual escapades, past and present. They talked about their fantasies. More than once, they’d been given "the look" by some of the shop’s older, more conservative patrons. It didn’t matter. He’d whisper the juiciest parts into her ear while holding the dryer at arm’s length, a futile attempt to mute their wicked giggles.

Even though the sex talk always got her juices flowing, it was Roderick’s hands in her hair that tested her composure. The way he massaged, shampooed, conditioned, clipped, dried and fluffed her was the next best thing to having an orgasm. After a session with him, she felt cared-for and pampered. Most times, she slipped her hand between her legs before she was completely out of the shop’s driveway.

Much to her delight, the parking lot was almost empty. She might have Roderick all to herself today. Pulling into a parking spot, she quickly climbed from her car and ran toward the door. He stood leaning against the building, a cigarette in his left hand, right hand in his pocket. Damn, did he look good today. A black silk shirt draped his strong upper body. Her eyes traveled downward to the bulge in the faded jeans that hugged his slim hips.

Fuck, she thought. This is not fair.

"Rod the Bod!" she teased, as she reached the shop’s doorway. Tossing the cigarette aside, he returned her smile and reached to hug her, his usual greeting. Rosemary pulled him as close as she dared. Someday, she might just reach out and grab his package to see what his reaction would be.

"Hey, bad girl," he grinned. "About time you got in here to see me. Thought you might be seeing somebody else."

"I’ve been busy," she pouted. "You know better than that. I’d never go to another stylist."

"You’d never find another one who treats you as good as I do, that’s why." He held the door for her and she headed to his station. Roderick washed his hands and dried them, then ran his slender fingers through her hair.

"Let’s not do anything too different, today," she began. “I have a major date this weekend."

"Oh, I had this great idea I wanted to try. Come on, it’ll look so good, and it’s something you can do yourself. Don’t worry about that."

"Rod, please. You know how I feel about new styles right before a big event."

"But it’ll be so sexy. Rosemary, trust me. Really, trust me."

She always gave in, eventually. "Okay, just shampoo me and I’ll think about it."

"That’s my girl. I knew you would." He fastened the cape around her neck and led her to the shampoo chair. "Besides, I have a gift I wanted to give you and I was only going to let you have it if you were good today."

"A gift? For me?"

"For you." He flooded her scalp with warm water and began to shampoo her.

Rosemary felt the juices start to flow across the lips of her pussy. Squeezing her legs together, she relaxed the rest of her body as Roderick’s fingers made love to her thick tresses.

"When are you going to do something about these gray ones?" he asked.

"I’m not. They’re my trophies. My proof of victory. I earned every one of them. Aren’t you going to tell me what it is?"

He sighed. "Okay, we’ll worry about your gray some other time. And I’ll give it to you when the time is right."

"I swear, Rod, you’re the most awful tease." His fingers stroked the back of her neck. Rosemary throbbed, glancing to her left, eye-to-eye with his crotch. If she stuck her tongue out far enough, could she, maybe, touch it with the tip? Beneath the cape, she ran her fingers across the hem of her skirt, toward the dampness between her legs.

"I saw that," he chuckled.

"I can’t help it," she giggled as he rinsed out conditioner. "You’re the hottest stylist I know."

"You women! A guy isn’t safe around any of you. It’s a good thing we don’t go out much together. We’d be after the same guys."

Rosemary glanced around as he helped her sit up and wrapped a towel around her head. An older lady sat beneath the dryer two chairs away, getting a perm. On the other side of the salon, another stylist was doing a beard and moustache trim for a man in a gray suit. Otherwise, the salon was fairly quiet. They might be able to indulge in some sexy conversation without too many stares today. He squeezed her shoulder, and she felt a shiver travel through her body. He was making her crazy and he didn’t even mean to do it. She returned to his station and adjusted the cape as she sat down.

"So who’s your big date with?" he questioned her. "Oh, and are you gonna let me do what I wanted?"

"A guy named Morgan. Really hot. Great ass. Cute all over, in fact. I’m thinking I’m ready to get him naked. Oh, and yeah, go ahead and do whatever you want. Just be sure I don’t start running my mouth and miss seeing how you style it."

"Been seeing him long?" Roderick started to section her hair. He always gave it an extra tousle or two, which usually made Rosemary completely lose her train of thought.

"We’ve only been together a couple of times, but we’ve never been alone.

We’ve always been with friends."

"So you think you wanna fuck him already?"

"He’s definitely fuckable."

"Good chemistry?"

"Thinking about him makes me go all juicy."

"I don’t even know him, and thinking about him makes me hard," Roderick laughed.

Her pussy had become a slick playground, and she decided that maybe she could take a couple of trips down the slide and around the merry-go-round without getting caught. Her fingers traveled up her thigh and through the side of her panties. God, was she wet. Moving her knees another inch apart; she sank her fingers into the moist heat.

Roderick’s eyes widened as she looked at him in the mirror. He bent forward, whispering, "If you can wait a few minutes, I’ll give you that little gift, hon."

"Is that gonna help me in this situation?"

He nodded with enthusiasm. "Oh, you bet, babe. Trust me. Wait ‘til I start drying you."

Her pussy throbbed. He’d better be right. She withdrew her fingers and watched as the older lady pushed the dryer off her head. The timer had gone off. Rosemary was hoping for a little more privacy.

"What’s your fantasy about Morgan?" Roderick asked. "What would you do to him, given the chance?"

She licked her lips. "I’d unzip him slowly. Very slowly. Lick his belly button. Massage his thighs." Roderick nodded, and she paused. "I wonder what kind of underwear he wears."

"Is he the corporate type or the casual type?"

"Neither, really. I’ll just imagine he’s wearing silk boxers."

"Good enough for me." Roderick snipped away, concentrating on the cut, but occasionally stopping to shift his attention to the shop’s other patrons. Another lady had come in for a cut, but the gentleman getting the beard trim had left.

"Then," Rosemary continued, "I’d slide my tongue between the waistband and his belly. I’d dig around with my tongue until I found the head of his cock. Then I’d lick it over and over ‘til he pushed my head all the way down."

The older lady glanced in her direction as if she’d heard. Rosemary shot her a smile. Roderick spritzed her hair with styling gel, which meant he was almost ready to dry and style her. He reached into a drawer.

"Hold your hand out," he grinned. "You with the sticky fingers."

She complied, and a cylinder about three inches long rolled into her palm.

She held it up to examine it, but Roderick covered her hand quickly.

"Don’t show the world," he whispered with a chuckle. His dark eyes twinkled.

"I won this as a door prize at a party. It’s a Pocket Rocket."

"What?"

"A Pocket Rocket. A teeny little vibrator. Not too loud, but packs a nice punch, I think. I don’t have a need for it, but I figured you could use it!"

Rosemary hid it near the cape, taking a closer look. She looked around the shop, which was growing busier.

"Use it? Like now?"

"Yes. Exactly like now." There was the devilish grin that always got to her.

She knew Rod was a real friend. He switched on the dryer. "Do it."

She flipped the "on" switch and slid her hand beneath the cape again. She situated the Pocket Rocket against her lips, with her panties pulled to the side. As she gripped it between her thighs, it made contact with her slippery clit. She watched in the mirror as her body trembled. Roderick was enjoying the show. His hands arranged her new style as she shivered with pleasure. She felt as if her body was arching off the chair. As if that weren’t enough, Roderick moved to her left and pressed his crotch into her arm. He was hard. Damn him, he knew that would send her over the edge! He moved back behind her chair as she pressed into the buzzing head of the vibrator. Orgasm was seconds away. He met her eyes in the mirror as her mouth opened and she gripped the arms of the chair. A breathy sigh escaped her lips. The release came in waves as warm air blew across her scalp and neck. Roderick’s fingers fluffed and twirled and shaped her strands. Shaking, she reached inside the cape to flip the vibrator off.

Panting, she pulled the Pocket Rocket from between her thighs and rolled it into her hand. Her eyes still locked onto Roderick’s, she mouthed, "Holy fuck." He laughed. The other salon customers didn’t seem to notice anything unusual.

"Need a towel?" he asked innocently.

"Please." Giving her a hand towel, he suggested she keep it.

"So what do you think of it?"

"The style or the toy?"

"The style, silly. I know what you thought of the gift."

"I like it. You were right. It’s sexy. Oh, dammit, Roderick."

"What’s the matter?" He started removing the cape.

"I told you not to let me miss you styling it! And I have a question for you." She stood, brushing the loose hairs from her sleeve and slipping the gift into her purse.

"Ask me."

She stood inches from his face. "Did I make you hard, or was it because I was talking about my new boyfriend?"

"It was just the thought of fucking, period," he smiled. "But, if I was into fucking women, you’d be my first choice."

Rosemary smiled as she placed his tip on the counter. "Thanks, Rod."

"Come on, follow me out front after you pay," he grinned. "I think we both need a smoke."

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