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A Boy With Girly Hair - Part 17
🕑 Added 2020-08-29 06:28:27 +0000 UTCIntimate Brushing
Was there really even a choice? Daisy, Angelica, and Spiro were already anxious to start watching the dumb reality show, and they insisted that we all get comfortable in pajamas before snuggling up on the couch and munching on popcorn. Unfortunately for me, I’m not staying the night so I didn’t BRING pajamas. And thus, I’m left stranded borrowing Angelica’s pink shorts/shirt set.
I have nothing against the color pink, but the fabric choice was undeniably feminine, and that’s probably why it was so damn comfortable.
But alas, I couldn’t remain tucked around the corner for so long. If I were to go upstairs I could run into Angelica’s parents, and I guarantee they’d be the worse ones to see me dressed like this.
So I bit the bullet and revealed myself to the group. Daisy’s face lit up, and Angelica laughed, but more at the absurdity than AT me.
“See! I knew you’d look cute.” Daisy immediately insisted. “He really pulls it off.”
Angelica was dumbstruck, “I can’t believe it but that’s totally your color. Why wasn’t your shirt and tie for the school dance pink??”
Spiro had the most interesting reaction. He didn’t laugh and he didn’t smile per se, but he was immediately analytical.
“WOW…” Spiro began, getting up from his seat and walking towards me. “It’s crazy how this actually fits your body so well.”
“Well… it’s a little snug…” I replied. But he didn’t care.
“No no no, not true. I’ve never seen a dude in this kind of PJs… but damn, they actually fit you, Sam. I’m impressed”
I blushed a little bit, though it wasn’t necessarily a compliment saying that clothes “fit me” but it seems he agreed with the look. A net-positive response for sure.
Never wanting to be the center of attention, I immediately changed the subject from myself to the show I was so reluctant to watch.
We all took a seat on Angelica’s ultra-comfy couch. Angelica was quick to insert herself in between Daisy and Spiro (to ensure optimal flirting and gossiping potential, I’m sure). Since Daisy was in the end, I sat at the other end next to Spiro. At least I’ll have another guy to make snide comments with about the show.
I was quickly told we were watching “Too Hot to Handle,” — a reality competition show about the hottest singles in the world brought to an island where the twist is they are NOT allowed to hook up in any way — even a kiss or holding hands!
Angelica dimmed the lights as we focused on the show and split popcorn amongst ourselves. As it turned out, the show wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought — I was kind of getting into the drama.
Spiro was too. He couldn’t take his eyes off the TV and be verbally reacting more than either of the girls. Angelica had to politely remind him to quiet down several times.
Though the couch was marvelously comfortable, it had become quite chilly in the basement — and wearing a thin shirt and shorts certainly didn’t help my internal temperature.
“Do you have any blankets?” I asked though nearly chattering teeth.
Angelica grabbed a checkered blanket from the floor and tossed it my way. “Pajamas not warm enough for you?” she said through a chuckle.
“Hey I’ve got pants and a sweatshirt on and I’m STILL freezing, Angie.” Spiro jabbed.
“Shut UP Spiro,” Angelica said playfully, “But that’s so true, my dad’s kind of a thermostat monster…”
“Well, then I’m splitting this blanket with Sam.” Spiro gruffly tugged half of the blanket away from me.
“Hey, sorry this cool?” he asked before settling underneath.
“Uhh, oh, oh yeah.” My initial thought that it might be weird to share a blanket with another guy, but I was so chilly I didn’t even care. As long as I got some of it.
But fortunately, the body heat of another person, even if not touching them, warmed me up far faster than it would’ve otherwise. My chilliness was going away and was slowly being replaced by sleepiness. Something about wearing pajamas and warm under a blanket… well obviously that’ll make me tired!
The girls and Spiro quickly caught onto this.
“Sam! Are you falling asleep?” Daisy checked in.
I jolted up. I had nearly fallen asleep. “Huh! I’m good. I’m good!”
The girls laughed. “Guess the show’s boring you,” Spiro added.
“You know, Sam. Spiro’s staying over, Daisy’s gonna crash… I don’t have a problem if you stay over either. As long as it’s cool with your parents.”
This offer was very tempting… but what would I tell my parents? The last thing I wanted to do was get out of this comfortable position, but calling them and asking them to sleep at a Junior girl’s house who goes to a different school was a very tough sell.
“I don’t even know what I’d tell my parents. I doubt they’d comply.”
“Just tell them you’re staying at my place.” Daisy offered, “They’ll buy that for the night, and then you can lie and tell them plans changed.” She then leaned over and whispered to me. “They’ll just be happy you’re out of the house! And you can tell them you were doing it for me.”
I bought that. I stood up to wake myself up a tad and texted my parents to ask if I could “stay at Daisy’s.” Within a couple minutes my Mom responded saying it was okay and to have fun. Perfect.
“I think I’m good to stay. Great call Daisy.”
“Well if that’s the case, we can watch a second episode maybe?” Angelica proposed.
We all agreed. Spiro and I embarrassingly were enjoying Too Hot to Handle.
I burrowed back under the blanket I had been sharing with Spiro. He gave me a small smile. “Haha Welcome back,” he said.
About 15 minutes into the show, Angelica sat up and in front of Daisy. She began to take apart her updo style from the dance, removing the pins and whatnot.
“What’re you guys doing?” I was curious.
“I don’t want to sleep with my updo, so Daisy’s taking it apart… and maybe she’ll brush it out too?”
“Of course!” Daisy replied. Daisy grabbed a brush from a side table and went to work on Angelica’s hair. For the first time, I truly noticed how long and beautiful her blonde hair was. A small part of her was jealous… but just a small part.
Another small part of me wanted Daisy to do the same to my hair. After all, I’ve pretty much had it “up” the whole night — initially in a french braid and then for the second half in space buns. Jenna has brushed my hair several times in the past and it always feels wonderful. But would it be too much to ask?
The girls were having their moment, so it’d be hard to get Daisy’s attention. However, to start it off, I thought I’d loosen my space buns and let my hair down. Maybe she’d offer herself.
I sat up and slowly loosened my long hair, running my fingers through it to rid any knots. It still felt smooth. But the girls weren’t noticing.
So I played with it just a bit, tossing, hair flipping a little, and continuing to finger comb. I must have looked pretty girly, but whatever. And then Spiro spoke up.
“You know, I could brush your hair for ya. What do you think?”
WHAT.
“Oh, uh, I’m sure Daisy can do it.”
“I’m kinda busy, Sam,” she said, wrapped up in Angelica’s hair. “Let Spiro try.”
“Oh… I mean. It’s a little…”
“I told you, man, I used to have long hair — I know what I’m doing.”
Spiro hopped up off the couch and checked the basement for another brush. He ended up finding one in the bathroom and returned promptly.
Daisy and Angelica were positioned such that Daisy was sitting cross-legged on the couch with her butt scooted back, and Angelica was in perched in front of her — both were facing the TV.
Spiro noticed this and sat down similarly to Daisy, cross-legged. He gestured to me to sit in front of him. This felt abundantly strange, but I went with it. Why would he even have an interest in this? Maybe because he wanted a blast from the past from when HE had long hair and missed its feel. Was he trying to show off? Who knows.
I sat down in front of him on the small portion of the couch he had not taken up. It was immediately felt how much bigger he was than me. Sitting behind me it felt as if he was looming over me, though not in a threatening way — if anything, in a sort of comforting, paternal manner.
Spiro started by lightly collecting my hair and repositioning it so it loosely cascaded down my back onto the soft pink fabric of my shirt. He began broadly, starting at the top of my roots and making long strokes all the way down to the tips. Brushing slowly but with intention — occasionally catching a snag but largely gliding through.
It felt lovely. I’m shocked to be enjoying this.
The brushing continued as he eventually covered my whole head. Not that it was something that took a lot of skill, but he knew how to partition hair and definitely had a gentle touch and knew not to tug.
Considering the amount of space he took up sitting cross-legged, I had started to slide off the couch.
“Oh, shit sorry. Lemme reposition.” Spiro quickly said.
Impressively flexible, he didn’t even need me to get up. He untwisted his legs and planted one on each side of me, to the sides of my hips.
“Better?” he asked. I now had several more inches of room to move back, though when I backed up I realized I was totally surrounded by his legs. He wasn’t trying to do this and it sort of just happened, but the way I was sitting near him he was kind of… straddling my body from behind. My hips were clutched by his thighs, but I didn’t feel threatened or uncomfortable. Like I thought earlier, I almost felt… safe.
Spiro re-started the brushing, though it was evident how much physically closer he was to me this time around.
It was fairly silent in the room outside of the reality TV show playing in the background, but now I could actually hear him breathing behind me.
“Hmph” Spiro noted.
“What?” I asked, concerned.
“Oh, it is just that your hair smells really nice. …Sorry, is that weird to say?”
“Uhhh, it’s my sister’s shampoo. I must’ve run out or something.” I said quickly, trying desperately to take the attention away from me.
“Hey, you’re all good. I definitely borrowed from my sister from time to time back when my hair was this length. Something about girls shampoo just works better ya know?”
Oh, of course, I knew. But no way was I gonna explain the depth of it to Spiro.
But I simply could not get over how wonderful the hair brushing felt. It felt softer than it had in a while since Jenna was instructed to lay off the Sammi Jaclyn hairstyling, but Spiro had returned its shine and shimmer. He was admiring his work and tossed it around my shoulder as he gave one more gentle stroke of the brush from my root to the tip.
But then something happened that nearly ruined everything.
The last brush stroke felt so good that I let out the tiniest, hardly noticeable barely audible… moan.
I was wearing girls pajamas, letting an older boy brush my hair while practically sitting on his lap — and now I had just inadvertently moaned.
Spiro stopped. The girls stopped as well. Everyone was looking at me and could barely believe what they just heard.
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