The girls want to help Leo

So there you have it, they had made the decision for me. When school finished the following day, I jumped into the back of Tayla's light blue Honda sedan and we were off to the shops.

There was something oddly exciting about this. I had never had a makeover before, especially not from girls who had expertise in things like fashion and looks. We headed to the mall and Annie excused herself to go shopping for herself as Tayla brought me to a specific hairdresser joint, one that wasn't for the poor.

"You'll be in good hands," she told me as I sat there waiting to be called on, "Selma's an old friend of the family, she'll look after you,"

Selma was in her 40's but by the way she looked, late 20's would be more accurate. Her skin was flawless, no signs of cracking yet, her hair amazing and in great physical shape. She also knew exactly what Tayla was after for me as my friend stood by us the whole time to chat and watch.

As she was almost finished, Tayla wanted to get involved more, "Selma, do you mind if I uh have a go with the clippers? Just for a little bit."

"Sure sweetie, if your friend here is okay with it of course."

I had a stunned look on my face.

What did Tayla know about cutting hair, she didn't have a license to do it, if there even is a license for cutting peoples hair. She took over from Selma, as the woman went for a break, "Oh relax Leo, I've done this before."

"Uhh when?"

"I practiced during lockdown a couple of years ago," she explained, "My brother, my father, my sister as well until she told me that I had ruined her life because of the bald spot I accidentally gave her on her scalp."

I wriggled in my chair, leaning forward so she couldn't touch anything. But Tayla stood there chuckling, pulling me back into the chair, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I don't even have a sister."

Letting out a sigh of relief, I tried to calm myself down and just let her work. To my surprise, she definitley knew what she was doing. Tayla cut through my hair slowly, being cautious not to change too much since Selma had already done such a good job.

I watched in the mirror in front of me, the time and care that she was taking. I had to admit, I loved the feeling of her hands running through my trimmed hair, up against the top of my head. Naturally, I found myself thinking about where her hands were a couple of weeks ago.

We hadn't spoken about the secret late night handjob on the couch. And all I wanted to do was talk about it but the timing never seemed right or I was just too much of a coward to ask. Maybe in a public venue, this wasn't the right place either but if I didn't bring it up now while none of the other girls were around, I may never bring it up and I would just live on, wondering if I imagined the whole thing.

"Tayla..."

"Yes Leo?"

"About the other night..."

I paused, noticing Tayla was now looking at me in the mirror and not looking at my hair. A sly smile crept up on her face as she helped me out, "Yeah, what about it?"

"Was that just a one time thing?

The brunette with the trimming scissors still in her hand had stopped cutting by now, she was looking at me, working out how to word this, "Look... the last thing I want to do is to lead you on, it wouldn't be fair on you. What happened last Friday, happened. It wasn't a mistake but I hope you didn't think it meant anything more than what it was."

Just like I had expected.

But I would be lying to say that I wasn't disappointed.

"You're a good kid, so innocent," she continued, "I kind of figured you've never done that before... hope I didn't take that moment away from you."

"No, no, no, it was great," I said right away, "I figured it was a rebound thing..."

She looked a little apologetic as I said that.

Tayla sighed, putting the clippers down the table, "The girls have probably told you about what happens with me and Declan every few months... I know I shouldn't go back to him, he's... he's... I don't know... but I always take him back, I'm not going to pretend it's any different. So yeah, when things are rough between us, we take a break and I... I guess..."

Tayla looked around to make sure she was being quiet enough and nobody around us was listening.

"I guess I get a little slutty..." she whispered, "I was drunk and I was fucking horny... and then you came over and I could feel how hard you were so when I knew everyone else was asleep, I snuck up onto the couch and started to play with you."

I gulped as she kept speaking, still looking at me in the mirror. My hard-on had returned and I was now trying to focus on getting rid of my boner inside the barber.

"Then after you came, I went upstairs..."

Again, she double checked her surroundings, aware that this still was a public venue. Sure that nobody was listening to us, she spun my chair around and now she was facing me, no mirrors involved.

"Then I fingered myself thinking about it..."

Oh my god, I was going to lose it. I knew she wasn't going straight to sleep.

"I thought you were going to come up, I thought you would want more... but you never did."

I had my mouth open, about to answer her, trying to excuse why I didn't come up. Damn it! Why didn't I? Is she admitting to me that she would have fucked me if I did, taken my virginity at last?

"But the next morning I understood," she continued again, "You weren't ready for more, that was a big step for you and I get that, it would be wrong for me to push you into anything more."

She was treating me like a kid. Like I was too young or inexperienced to do anything more with her.

"No that's not true, I'm ready!"

I realised I was speaking a little too loudly. Tayla spun my chair back around to face the mirror, after a customer near by glanced over at us.

"If you were ready, you would have come up to my bedroom, if you were ready, you would have been texting me the next night, telling me to come over," she whispered, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, please don't think I'm trying to embarrass you."

I don't know if I was embarrassed but it sure didn't make me feel amazing.

But what did it really matter, I missed my chance because I was too inexperience to know that she was waiting for me to make the next move. This was going to bug me for a while, knowing exactly what I had missed out on.

Tayla let Selma finish the final touches of my haircut.

What could I say? They did a fantastic job, it wasn't anything too flashy, but a 110% improvement from my last haircut. After listening to Tayla compliment it for the next five minutes, I was passed on to Annie who was going to take me shopping.