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“Are you sure?” The hairdresser repeated for the third time. The teenage boy in the chair gulped, and nodded bravely. “Allrighty then,” she smiled. “We’re gonna have to put it in a ponytail and cut that off first, makes it easier.”

He watched in the mirror as the woman tied his hair back into a loose ponytail and reached for the scissors.

“Chopping it all off?” Ricky heard a voice asked, and turned to find himself face-to-crotch with someone in black jeans with a chain hanging down. He looked up, and saw Travis’ mocking face looking down at him.

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, just felt like a change… how about you, getting a haircut?”

Travis shook his head. “Nah, I just need a colour touchup,” he stroked the fading red section of his hair. “You should dye your hair something weird, drives the chicks crazy, dude,” he added with a smirk. Ricky just grunted in response. “Speaking of, I heard about you and Jess, dude,” he said. “What went wrong, try to move too fast for her?”

Ricky just shook his head, ignoring the question. “What do you want, Travis?”

“Actually, I wanted to know if you’d mind if I went after her, dayum, that girl’s hot.” He grinned. “I mean, fuck, I’d like to take a crack at that, if you know what I mean,” Travis winked.

For once in his life, Ricky had no comeback. He just turned and stared at his feet. Of course, Travis would go after Jess. She was hot, and freshly single, which in terms of girls equaled vulnerable. And obviously, Jess would be interested. Travis always got the girl; he was a local legend in that respect. “Please fuck off, Travis,” he grumbled, still watching his feet. There was a scuffmark on the left shoe that Jess had left there when he kissed her against the school earlier.

Travis chuckled, “I’ll take that as a no, then,” He leaned down. “Well, we’ll just see what she has to say about it.”

“Wow, who’s the manwhore?” the hairdresser muttered, taking the scissors and in one swift movement slicing off his ponytail.

“Well, that pretty much sums him up,” Ricky grumbled, as she started snipping at his hair. “You see, my girlfriend broke up with me… apparently I didn’t take enough ‘charge’ in our relationship, I didn’t try to go for it at all, I don’t know… and I kissed her, pulled her up around me, shoved her against the wall of the school… she told me it was ‘too little, too late.’” Ricky sighed.

“Awh, hun,” she patted his head before snipping a few more hairs. “So, she kissed you and left you?” she asked. Ricky started to nod, before remembering you’re not meant to do that when getting your hair cut.

“Yeah,” he answered. “And now Travis wants her. And, when Travis wants a girl, Travis gets her. And now he- he wants my girl.” He choked. “My ex-girl,” he added and bit his lip.

The hairdresser took a deep sigh. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find someone who makes you feel good and who you feel like you can be yourself around. Someone who you won’t be afraid to… ‘go for it’ with.” Ricky faltered. “You okay?”

“I already did.” He said quietly. “Fuck!” he jumped up from the chair. “FUCK!” he screamed again. “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!” The hairdresser looked shock. “I already did! She- she IS all that! And I blew it! Oh my god I can’t believe I did this.” He stood there, panting in rage.

The woman laughed. “Do you want me to do your hair all nice, for you to go see her and win her back from under the beak of that slutty, masochistic bastard?”

Ricky chuckled and nodded, before sitting down in the chair again. “Please,” he grinned, and watched as her gleaming scissors flashed and his locks fell to the floor.

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"I'm bored as fuck," Matt Good announced. He and Lauren were sitting next to each other on the couch at his house, watching some ridiculous cartoons on TV.

Laur giggled, from where her head lay on her boyfriend’s lap. "You're always bored as fuck, Mister Good,” she smiled, tracing his kneecap with her finger.

“Yeah, well,” he smiled, and trailed his arm down from her shoulder, down her arm. Which was easy, with her leaning so close against him. Laur sighed and moved even closer, savoring the feeling of strong hand stroking her arm. “Do you know what today is?” he asked, turning the volume down on the TV with his other hand.

Laur paused for a moment. “Tuesday?” she asked finally, unsure of what it being Tuesday had to do with anything.

Matt shook his head, and buried his head into her neck. “It’s our three months,” he whispered. His voice was muffled, but the pang of his words and the soft feeling of his warm breath sent shivers down her spine.

“Oh,” Laur let out, although it was only half-oh-of-understanding and half an oh because it was the only noise she could let out.

Matt smiled against her neck and bit it, while sliding his other hand into her lap. Laur held her breath, closing her eyes. He turned so he was full on facing her, and Laur slid her hand up his back.

Laur felt her boyfriend slide his hand down her ass and onto her leg and pulled it up around him. She shifted so she was straddling, and her breathing got heavier as his hands slid under her sweater and up her sides. She broke the kiss. “Three months, you say?” she asked, smiling.

But when she looked him in the eyes she stopped smiling. The look on his face was so intense, and at that moment she felt more intimate with him than she had ever felt with anyone in her entire life. They sat there like that, Laur straddling Matt with her hands on his shoulders, Matt on the couch with his hands on her hips, his fingers through her belt hoops. Their breathing was heavy, but they weren’t actually moving. It was a moment of sheer connection, and both knew where this was leading. Matt licked his lips, not breaking eye contact.

With her eyes open, she leaned down and slowly pressed her lips to Matt’s. He pulled her closer as their kiss deepened. It was everything a kiss was supposed to be. Passionate, loving, intense but slow. His tongue slid against hers in a way like never before that sent shivers down her spine. Matt’s hands stayed on Laur’s waist; Laur’s hands slid into his hair. She got goosebumps as his hands slowly slid to the front of her jeans, and pulled away again. Matt looked up into her eyes, and she made no effort to stop him. He looked down at what he was doing, and slowly pulled the end of her belt out of the loops, and unhooked it. He slid his fingers into the bit at the end of her belt, and pulled, until her belt lay on the couch next to him. They’d gotten down to their underwear before, but nothing had ever felt like this.

He looked up into her eyes and smiled, before going back to working on the button of her jeans. When the pants were fully undone, Lauren got up and stood in front of Matt. He leaned forward on the couch without standing. He slid a finger into each side belt loop and slowly pulled them down until her jeans were at her ankles. She stood there, watching, as Matt undid his own pants. She kicked her pants from her ankles. Matt stood as well when his pants were undone, and mimicked her. He kissed her neck, sliding his arms around her waist. She leaned against him, closing her eyes in pleasure. Her breathing hitched as his hands slid to the hem of her shirt, and slowly moved upwards. Matt bit his lip and allowed her to return the act.

They stood there like that, watching each other, standing in only their underwear. Matt took a deep breath and took a step towards his girlfriend. He slowly ran his hand up her arm to her shoulder, and slid the other onto her hip. He leaned in, crooking his head a bit to the left, and pushed his lips to hers. She ran her hands slowly up his chest, and wrapped her arms slowly around his neck, and up into the hair at the back of his head.

Matt pulled away, and took her hands in his. He sat down on the couch, and gently pulled her down so she was straddling him. He slid his hand up her back, and his hands paused on the strap of her bra. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his voice broken, his eyes honest. They had never gone any further than this before, never anything that didn’t involve all their underwear. Laur nodded. She leaned against him further. He leaned his head down to kiss and bite gently at her neck while his hands carefully unhooked the back of her bra. His hands moved up and slid it off, so that when he pulled back, it lay in the space between them. Breathing deeply, and unable to tear his eyes from her, Matt pushed the bra to the floor. Hesitantly, Matt slid his hand up her side, to slowly touch her chest, before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in tight for a kiss. This one was heavier, faster than the last, and suddenly both of them were all hands.

Matt turned, and pushed them both down so he was lying on her across the couch. Laur’s hands ran down his back and into his boxers, grabbing his rear and pulling him against her sharply. This action caused Matt to let out a long, guttural moan into Laur’s ear, and her stomach tightened in all the right places. She moved her hands to his sides, to the waistband of his boxers, and slid her thumbs in. Their eyes locked, and their breathing was fast and shallow as Laur slowly, antagonisingly slowly, inched them off. He lifted himself, and moved his legs, allowing the boxers to end up bunched and crumpled at the end of the couch.

The only thing that lay between them, now- apart from Matt’s boner of course- were Lauren’s underwear. Matt leaned in and kissed her again, biting and tugging at her lower lip, his eyes closed. His hands slid down the form of her body and pulled her panties down enthusiastically. When there was nothing but sheer skin on skin, they stopped again.

“Y-you’re sure?” He repeated the last thing he’d said, and Lauren nodded. Matt bit his lip. He was as nervous as she was. And then, all at once, he was pushing into her. Lauren’s eyes widened to the size of saucers from the pain, but God, it was the good kind of pain. Matt was shaking, though his was obviously only out of sheer pleasure.

After a long while and several deep breaths from both of them- Laur to get over the pain, Matt started cautiously moving in and out. Laur gasped at the sudden feeling of ecstasy, and pulled him closer, her eyes wide open. Matt’s were closed tightly, his brow furrowed and his mouth slightly open as he increased the speed. Between the rhythmical shoves inside of her and the look on her boyfriend’s face, Laur felt her stomach tightening more, more. All breathing stopped and she let out a shout, one long, drawn out, moaned out syllable: ‘Matt’

Matt kept going for a few more thrusts, not quite done yet, until he, too, finished. He gripped her shoulders and let out a loud cross between a groan and a scream as he plunged as far into her as he could go.

They lay there afterwards, Matt still on top of and in her. Both breathed heavily, and Matt smiled, his blue eyes locked on hers. He lifted his hand and slowly brushed the sweaty wet hair from her face, before kissing her tenderly.

“I-I’ve never done that before,” he whispered, before climbing off of her and standing up, retrieving his boxers from the floor and pulling them on.

“Me neither,” Laur said quietly, searching under the couch for her underwear.

“I know…” He said. “I mean, with girls, you can tell… I just wanted you to know,” he bit his lip and pulled his shirt on, sitting on the couch next to her. “It was my first time too.”

Laur watched him, smiling. She loved the way his damp hair clung to his cheeks, the new smile on his face, one she’d never seen before. She loved the intense feeling of love she could see in his eyes, the intense feeling of connection, of intimacy between them. Everything about him overpowered her, and she opened her lips to let out three words that she’d always been able to swallow back for fear of his response. “I love you, Matthew,” she whispered.

Matt wrapped his arms around her still-naked torso, and trailed kisses from her shoulder to her neck, and then nibbled at her earlobe. “I love you too, Lauren.” He whispered, “so, so much.”