MaryLouise

By Mlyn

Tomorrow Comes

Part 9

MaryLouise was sitting on the side of the bed wearing Rowdy’s terry cloth robe and towel drying her hair when he entered the bedroom. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist. As he came towards her, she spoke without thinking. “She said she would get you back.”

Rowdy crossed towards her, taking a seat beside her. “And I have no say in this.”

MaryLouise realized that it was silly to assume that. Still—“She is so beautiful, Rowdy. She is tall and skinny…and her hair! She has such long beautiful hair! Any man would want her.”

Rowdy moved so fast that she yelped in surprise as he yanked the towel from her hanks. “What is this fixation about your hair?” he paused and rubbed his fingers through the super short strands on the sides and then one hand grazed over the straight, flattop, backwards and then forwards. “What can I say to let you know that touching your short hair turns me on?” he rubbed it again, vigorously. “This is like plush velvet. It is soft and very sexy.”

MaryLouise heard his words but she found them very hard to believe. It was true though when he rubbed his fingers across it that did set off little fire alarms through out her body. “I thought I looked good with long hair. My hair was my best asset. I mean people were always telling me how pretty it was, how silky and shiny and even beautiful. No one ever said I had a pretty face or I was sexy…” her voice cracked so she stopped. She hadn’t planned on revealing so much but once the dam opened it was impossible to hold back.

“Look honey, I saw you with the long hair. It was nice but it was like every other girls. This,” he stopped to rub it again, the short hairs bending and straightening beneath each pass of his hands. “Is different and it’s very sexy.”

“But why? Her hair is silky and shiny and I’m sure it is very soft.” MaryLouise had to point out as if driven to bury herself, or at least that is what it felt like to her.

“So is your hair and I can’t say why for sure, but it really turns me on. And if I have to get Freudian about it then I’d have to say part of the turn on darling is how I know you feel with the short hair. Maybe I’m a secret Dom and you are a hidden sub, but I get aroused thinking about you getting your haircut. I almost want to take you myself and tell your Aunt Lou how I want it done.”

MaryLouise inhaled suddenly and sharply. The thought of Rowdy taking her for a haircut and him standing there and directing her style sent an arrow of fierce arousal right through her. “Oh God!”

“What is it, honey?”

“I want you to do that. I want you to stand there and say ‘cut it like this…so on and whatever.” MaryLouise told him quietly, her voice quivering as she spoke. Her desire was so close to the surface it was like lava bubbling up. His hand came up and untied the robe.

“I’ll make the appointment in the morning,” Rowdy murmured as he pressed her back into the softness of the bed.

*****

The appointment got delayed when they decided to let her hair grow for a little bit and then explore this wild and unusual reaction she had whenever Rowdy talked about cutting her hair. She found it embarrassing that she orgasmed a few times when he pretended to cut her hair while talking about it. He just shrugged and reminded her about how he had that one favorite position. By that time he was usually shifting her around into that position, so conversation was usually dropped or changed.

Two days before her due date she had her usual afternoon with Aunt Lily. Rowdy suggested he take her in for the hair appointment and then he would drive her over for the visit. She walked in the old-fashioned beauty parlor as he held the door, her legs shaking so much she doubted that she could walk to just the waiting area.

Rowdy had surprised her by showing up before she was due to leave for the visit. As he helped her into the new sports utility vehicle he’d purchased a few weeks earlier after the last time they tried to take the Ferrari to the birthing class, he told her softly, “We’ll be going to Lily’s after we get done.”

“Done with what?” she asked but had to wait while he walked around the vehicle.

Rowdy grinned, winking at her. His nearest hand came up and rubbed up and down the scraggly hair covering the back of her head. It was almost two inches long. “It’s time for my messy pixie to get shaped up.”

“Oh!” she gasped, nervously. Immediately her stomach jumped and the butterflies started beating their wings wildly against the inside of her tummy.

“Yeah, baby, oh indeed. Now sit tight, I’m in charge from here on out.” Rowdy faced forward and started the car.

MaryLouise was too scared to speak, but Rowdy continued to talk to her the whole time. Some of the things he said surprised her, shocked her, and most definitely titillated her.

“I’ve been doing some research, MaryLouise, while waiting for the right moment. It seems that some people have a hair fetish. They like having their hair done more than the usual person might. The whole process is enjoyable to them, and for some it is the cutting, and for others it is the results that matters.” Rowdy stopped the car at a stoplight. He reached over to rub her nape.

“The nape is an erogenous zone, and for some, the whole head is. Perhaps it could be equated with me lightly touching your clit, just once, and then doing it again one hundred thousand times, together.”

MaryLouise gasped. “Oh my God!”

Rowdy eased the car forward, into traffic again. After a few more blocks passed, he continued. “I’ve been on the Internet doing some research. I checked out haircuts and found a site that even had stories about people and haircuts. I discovered a number of people, women, who appeared to have reactions similar to yours.”

The vehicle parked just two doors up from the parlor’s door. Rowdy opened the door for her, telling her softly, “ Now remember, mum’s the word. You don’t have any say in this. I’m in control of your hair.” He leaned over and lightly kissed her lips, which she knew had formed a startled “o” shape.

Inside she didn’t get to sit before she was called back. The surprise was that it wasn’t her Aunt Lou who was getting her hair but another woman who worked there. Her name was Milly and she was younger than Lou and older than MaryLouise. Walking back, she passed her aunt, who stopped to pat her belly.

“Won’t be long now, darling! I know your mama is ready to hold this little dear in her arms.” Lou kissed her niece’s cheek. “Milly you take good care of my niece now!” Lou added jokingly.

“I certainly will, MissLou. Sit down, MaryLouise.”

MaryLouise felt the paper put around her neck and then the cape surrounded her. She waited not sure if she needed to tell Milly about the arrangement. The choice was removed as Rowdy stepped close. “I’ve spoken to Milly before we came, MaryLouise.” He straightened and stepped back. “Thanks again Milly for fitting us in.”

“My pleasure, Mr.Davis. Any changes?” Milly asked as she picked up a comb, turning MaryLouise so she could see her reflection in the mirror.

The face in the mirror was rounder than it had been nine plus months ago. Her dark auburn hair had no curl left since the flattop she’d received weeks earlier and it hung in a disheveled mop around her face. As she continued to watch in the mirror, Rowdy leaned down to see her face in the reflection.

“Shh,” he told her softly, and then he stood back up. “As you can see Milly, MaryLouise has let things get hopelessly out of control. It’s time to crack the whip and get things ship shape before the baby gets here. Once it does she won’t have any time to waste on her hair.”

MaryLouise shivered at her husband’s words. It was just what she’d asked for…and fantasized about many times since she’d first found the courage to speak the words.

“All righty then,” Milly said, turning the chair away from the mirror. “Let’s get started!”

MaryLouise felt her stomach drop about ten stories as the chair swung around. When it stopped she saw that she was facing the line of hair dryer chairs and Rowdy had sat down in the nearest one to watch. She wanted to close her eyes but with him sitting there, watching her so intently, she could not.

Milly sectioned a line around her head that was one inch above her ears, clipping that up and out of the way. Next she combed all the below that straight down before picking up the big black clippers. “Quarter inch is the longest right?” she asked, looking at Lou’s nephew-in-law.

The handsome young man nodded once. It wasn’t the first time she’d had a situation like this and the best thing to do was just do what the client wanted. Without pause she gently pushed the young woman’s head forward and started shaving off all the hair below the one-inch line above the ears. She went over the area a few times to make sure she’d gotten it all to one-fourth inch in length. After that she went through the different size guards until the hair at the nape and over the ears had been tapered from stubble to the previous one-quarter inch. The area over her ears was so small that it required some intricate work to progress through one-sixteenth, to one-eighth, then finally the one-fourth inch long hair right at the weight line.

She brushed all the tiny hairs away before she got a hot towel from the barbershop side of the small business to begin shaving the lowest stubble. When she returned she found the young man standing by her chair, running his hand up and down the back of the pregnant woman’s head. The young girl’s eyes were closed and Milly smiled. She and her husband had enjoyed her clippered hair when they were newlyweds. She had wondered if this was a similar situation, and she smiled finding out that it was.

The actual shave didn’t take long and Milly was letting down the longer hair on top. She began separating and letting small sections at a time, cutting each one off a scant bit longer than the one beneath it. Slowly but surely a perfectly shaped mushroom or “muffin-top” formed, curling under perfectly. Milly cut the bangs so the cut was continuous around her head. Finally, Milly took her to a shampoo bowl and washed the new cut.

Back in the chair, Milly checked the hair length all around very carefully, scissor cutting strays. Finally she applied some mousse and began blow-drying the hair, exaggerating the tendency to curl under even more. “Now you won’t need to blow it dry, MaryLouise. Just comb it and it is so full and thick it will curve under naturally. I just want you to see how lovely and full it is like this.”

Nervously MaryLouise waited to see what her hair looked like. All she knew was that it had not been permed. But it had definitely been cut similar to last time, but she could tell it was longer. As she felt the scissors snipping across her forehead she had had a brief moment where she had wondered if she were going to end up with one of the little boy cuts that she’d heard was called “step-cut.”

“All done,” Milly told her, turning off the dryer.

MaryLouise felt the knot in her stomach get tighter. For the first time she also noticed the tension, she wasn’t sure it was pain, in her back. Shaking it off, she gripped the handrails as she waited for the chair to face the mirror. Then the chair was turning and she looked at Rowdy’s face, but he revealed nothing, same as he had through the whole cut. Frustrated and anxious, she waited—

“Oh!” she gasped upon seeing her reflection. It looked like a hat, or rather a beret on her head. It was cute, a little childish and embarrassing and she was hotter than ever to have Rowdy touch her head and make love to her.

The cape was removed and the chair lowered. Rowdy held his hand out and a moment later they were walking out. In the car, neither spoke as he drove to his aunt’s house. She was surprised though that instead of continuing down the long drive that lead up to Lily’s stately home, he turned off just inside the gates and pulled off into the wooded area. When she glanced over at him, he was flushed.

“I can’t wait, honey,” was all Rowdy said and then he was out of the car and coming around to her side. He opened her car door, and as she got out she saw that he had spread a blanket over the cargo area in the back of the sports utility vehicle.

MaryLouise was excited and aroused and suddenly knowing that he was as well only heightened her own steaming desire. Eagerly she walked to the rear of the vehicle even though she wasn’t completely sure how they were going to do this. This last month had been challenging with her belly getting bigger. As if he read her mind, Rowdy murmured quietly, “Trust me, baby.”

She did, she realized in a moment of shocked revelation. Despite their beginning and everything that should keep her from doing so, she trusted and loved him. Eagerly she scooted onto the storage, pulling her dress high on her thighs. Rowdy caressed her white upper legs while she heard his zipper sliding down. She reached out to touch him, but his hands gently pushed hers away.

“Not this time, MaryLouise. I want to be inside you not come on your hands.”

She smiled hearing his explanation and when he pushed her backwards, she eased down. When Rowdy pulled her panties down and off, she wasn’t surprised to feel his fingers spread the liquid he found between her lips all over her pussy. Squirming, she wanted him…now!

Rowdy entered her easily and MaryLouise realized she was glad he had thought of this. She flexed her hips and eagerly welcomed his thrusts. His hands moved up and lightly caressed the newly cut short hairs. “Oh my God!” she cried out, shocked at the overwhelming zing that went through her. “Yes!”

MaryLouise slumped against the surface beneath her as her climax too her from the cliff’s edge of emotion and pitched off to free-fall to the bottom. Exhilarated she experienced all the little spasms shooting through her cunt and pussy. When she stopped flexing her hips, she felt Rowdy thrusting into her body. His balls bounced against her butt and then she felt him stiffen and empty his seed into her. Over and over she felt his pulsations and the heat. She tightened down on him as much as ever, pulling him inside as much as possible.

Rowdy didn’t want to move. It felt so good inside MaryLouise that he could stay here for quite some time. Touching her hair had set him off. Of course, watching it being cut had been the foreplay and it had been even more erotic than he had assumed. She shifted a few seconds later and he groaned.

“God honey this is so sweet. I wish we could stay here forever.”

“Just like this? Rowdy…” she shook her head.

He chuckled at her logic. “I know. You have no idea how much I wish that we could disappear for a few hours. I want to rub your head and tell you how sexy you are.”

“I love you, Rowdy.”

He froze. Instantly he looked into her eyes and saw the admission surprised her as much as it had him. Still it only took him a moment to reply. “I love you, MaryLouiseWalters-Davis. I’m not sure when it started but I know it now. I love you. Marry me and have my baby!”

MaryLouise laughed through her tears. “We are married.”

“I wanted to ask you the right way.” He chuckled as he realized the position they were still in. “God! I’m sorry honey. I should be down on one knee.”

“Don’t get down right now, Rowdy! Also, I think we are late forLily’s.” MaryLouise protested.

“I know we are,” Rowdy added, pulling free of her body, reluctantly. “Tonight, my sweet love, we are going to celebrate properly.” He helped her sit up. “Maybe I’ll get us the honeymoon suite again?”

MaryLouise giggled. “No, I prefer our bed.”

“Me too, but only because it is ours, yours and mine. Together, MaryLouise, we can do anything.” Rowdy hugged her tightly.

MaryLouise nodded her head. “Yup. Anything.”

The End

Epilogue

Helen looked up as Frank walked back into the waiting room. “Did you find him?”

Frank glanced back as Bob followed him into the cheerful, bright expectant family area. “No and we both called. He is in the plant somewhere, and they think he must have dropped his pager.”

Bob nodded, taking a chair opposite Helen and next to Aunt Lily’s. “We installed a new press and Rowdy is the only one who studied the specs and learned with a technician how to repair it. They think that is where he is at the moment.”

Helen held her hands out. “So, are they getting him?”

Frank shrugged. “Yes, honey. We have lots of people looking for him. Someone will get him here as quick as possible.”

“Is Jeanine still in there with MaryLouise?” Bob asked a few seconds later.

“Yes,” Helen replied. “I’ve been for ice chips twice.”

Frank sat down and looked at his aunt. “I can run you home now, Aunt Lily, if you like.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve been in on this since it started in my parlor. I sure as heck am not leaving now! I am hungry though. Why don’t you boys go and find us some food?” Lily replied, settling back into her chair.

“All right, Aunt Lily.”

Frank and Bob started for the cafeteria. About halfway down the hall, Frank turned to Bob. “Aunt Lily seems to be taking the fact that MaryLouise’s water broke over her Queen Anne chair and Aubusson carpet pretty well, don’t you think?”

Helen, Jeanine and Lily heard sirens pulling up a short time later. The hospital wasn’t that large that you couldn’t hear the ambulances arrive and leave from the emergency room. But this sounded like more than one emergency vehicle they had decided. Frank and Bob walked in carrying two trays of food, setting them both down on the coffee tables in front of the chairs.

Bob came over and kissed his wife’s cheek. “How is MaryLouise doing?”

Jeanine didn’t have to say the words to know how worried her husband was about their daughter. If anything should happen to her, it was directly their fault and no one else. Many times she had told Bob that even they had saved the business and everyone of the workers their jobs and pensions, it had cost her the close relationship she had enjoyed with her daughter. No amount of money could ever replace that. Her only hope was that once MaryLouise gave birth, they might begin to mend fences.

Running feet heralded Rowdy’s appearance seconds later. He looked around the waiting room and then as he caught his breath, asked, “Where…is…she? MaryLouise? Is she okay?”

A nurse appeared a few moments later. “Is the father here yet?” she asked impatiently.

Rowdy spun around. “Yeah, me…I mean I’m Rowdy Davis…I mean that I am MaryLouiseDavis’ husband.”

She smiled benignly as she gestured for him to come with her. As she turned she spoke to the other people waiting. “You always tell the first time dads.”

Two hours later Rowdy reappeared dressed in scrubs and looking like he was the one who had given birth. His hair was sweaty, his clothes stained with who knew what and deep circles under his eyes. As he saw his family though, he smiled. “We have a baby girl! And she has red hair just like MaryLouise. She is so small though!”

Frank and Helen hugged, as did Jeanine and Bob. AuntLily beamed as she watched the others before the new grandparents turned to smile at the new father. Soon everyone was hugging the person beside him or her, and then across from him or her. Aunt Lily took her cane and lightly tapped Rowdy’s legs.

“How is MaryLouise? And you owe me a new chair and rug, or—”

Rowdy smiled at the elderly woman. “MaryLouise is great. I’m not so sure I can afford the or Aunt Lily, unless you wanted something besides the baby’s middle name being Lily.”

“You rascal, you! I should complain about saddling an innocent with a name like Lily.” His aunt was flushed she was so happy.

Rowdy shook his head. “I can’t take credit though, Aunt Lily. This was MaryLouise’s idea.”

Jeanine hugged Rowdy. “What’s the first name? How soon can we see her? And the doctor has examined them both?”

“Whoa! We don’t have a first name yet and they are giving the baby her shots and whatever, and when they call me, we can all take a quick moment to say hello.”

MaryLouise was sitting up in bed, tired and elated. The nurse had just finished the baby’s first bath and all the medical and legal necessities were now done as well. As for her, she had already been placed into the nursing bra Helen had brought when they came to the hospital. Now the time had come to feed her baby for the first time. The nurse had arranged some pillows and now put the baby in her arms.

She listened closely and tried to remember all the things she’d read the last eight or so months. Looking down at the tiny little head and precious hands, it just amazed her. The nurse helped her unfasten the cup on the bra, talking about changing the pads frequently and making she always cleaned her breasts after a feeding, even if with just a damp cloth, like at late night feedings.

“That’s what dads are for,” the nurse added with a wink and a grin.

“And poopie pants,” the older nurse that had been with MaryLouise since she arrived quipped jokingly. “We’ll make sure he gets the hang of it before we let you leave.”

MaryLouise laughed until the baby suddenly squirmed at her breast.

“They do that naturally when you touch their cheek at this age. Now, this is all you need to do…” the nurse continued to talk and showed her right way to do things. A few seconds later and the baby girl began sucking eagerly at MaryLouise’s breast.

The door opened about a minute later. Rowdy’s head popped in. “Is it okay for the parents to come in?”

“Of course, Mr.Davis, but they are the grandparents and you are the parent. Also young man, I’m going to make it my mission that you change as many diapers as possible before I let you take this sweet wife and precious baby home.”

Helen and Jeanine both laughed and lightly applauded.

No one stayed long since she had started nursing and they all promised to be back in a few hours.

Soon the only sound was the smacking of lips as the baby suckled at her mama’s breast. Alone with his wife and child, Rowdy crossed to pull a chair close to the bed, the same side she was nursing the baby on. “She is small isn’t she?” he asked finally.

MaryLouise smiled. “I’m glad she wasn’t any bigger. Seven pounds and four ounces was enough.”

“I’m just glad you and she are all right. I’m sorry they had so much trouble getting hold of me. I must have dropped my beeper and my cell phone.”

“I bet it was when I yanked your jacket off and threw it over my head into the back seat. So I guess this is partly my fault.” She stopped and looked down at the baby. “I’ve been thinking Rowdy, about the name.”

“You’ve come up with a first name?” Rowdy asked, rubbing one finger over the dark red curls on top his baby’s head. He moved his finger down and slipped into the baby’s hand, which was curled tightly and pressing into her mommy’s breast. He sighed as the baby’s hand enclosed his finger.

“I like using her full name,” MaryLouise told him. “Lillianna is her true name and I like it for the baby’s first name. LilliannaDavis.”

“All right and for the second name?”

“When our folks come back later we tell them it is up to them, the four of them, to choose a name. That way they can’t complain.” MaryLouise spoke softly.

“Wow! I married a smart woman as well as beautiful.” Rowdy stood and pressed a kiss to MaryLouise’s forehead.

“Flatterer!” The older nurse told him as she reentered the room. “It won’t get you out of dirty diaper detail. Okay Mrs.Davis, it’s time to switch breasts. We’ll let daddy here burp while we get you switched around here.”

Jeanine opened the door to her daughter’s hospital room and peaked inside. Rowdy was sound asleep in a chair and MaryLouise was holding the baby. “May I come in, sweetheart?” she asked her daughter.

MaryLouise nodded her head. “Sure Mom. Are you alone?”

“Your father is parking the car. I rushed on up to see you and the baby.” Jeanine crossed the room to stand beside the bed. For the first time she got a good look at the baby. Just then the baby opened her eyes and looked up at her maternal grandmother. Jeanine started to cry. “Oh, MaryLouise, she looks just like you did. Oh my God! My poor sweet baby girl! Can you ever forgive me?”

MaryLouise nodded. “I already have, Mom. I’m sorry I didn’t make the effort sooner to patch things up. My stubbornness that you always used to complain about most likely.”

Jeanine leaned over and kissed her daughter’s forehead. “I love you, MaryLouise. If there had been any other way—”

MaryLouise shook her head. “There was no other way. I never would have agreed to it and this was the only way to get the money and save the business. I don’t know that I could have done what you did, but I’m not you. To paraphrase Maya Angelou—When I knew better, I did better. But I don’t want to be preachy, Mom. I just want us to be happy. I love you.”

Jeanine hugged her daughter and they both started to cry. Then Lillianna started to cry and finally Rowdy woke up.

“Wha-what’s going on?” he said, sitting up in the chair.

The door opened and Bob poked his head in. “There you are Jeanine. You said you were going to wait.”

“Oh, hush, Bob and come see your granddaughter. She is beautiful!”

Rowdy stood and kissed MaryLouise’s forehead. “Yup. Just like her mommy!”

As MaryLouise glanced up at him he mouthed the words “I love you” and she repeated them back to him.

Today they knew they were lucky people indeed.

 I hope you enjoyed this story. Mlyn

Email me: mlyn@smoothtales.com