Synopsis: A guy is hypnotized to prevent sexual arousal by women other than his wife. When he falls in love with another girl, trouble begins...

 

An Ounce of Prevention...

by Cleo Girlie

Chapter 5. Surprises, surprises.

 

Maddie's hairbrush went in Derek's hair. Suddenly, they both froze! Derek froze because of the unfamiliar sensation at the back of his hair. Maddie froze because Robert, her brother just came up behind her, and stood at their side, watching both his sister and Derek, caught in this weird scene.

"What's going on dude?" Robert's eyebrows rose as he tried to catch Derek's attention.

"Uh…" Derek's shoulders shrugged, but his eyes were cast down, his cheeks were burning crimson and it was Maddie who finally spoke.

"I'm trying to fix his hair, do you mind?" her eyes glared at her brother, although betraying some amusement at their situation.

"No, not at all, I know you still dream of opening your own Salon and all that, but can you do us both a favour and take this to the back-room? I'll fill in for you, ok Sis?"

Maddie nodded and started to pull gently on Derek's arm. Derek, rising from his stool followed Maddie to the back room, a place he never visited before, a secluded area of the bar guarded by a large, dark coloured wooden door.

"Ummm…" tried an embarrassed Derek, "what exactly were you doing to me back there?"

"Well…" Maddie decided to strike the nail on its head, while it was still hot! "I saw how much you liked Michelle's hair being styled and thought I'd let you enjoy the same experience!"

Maddie's eyes were fixed on Derek's. Her stare was like an open dare. 'Be my guest and deny your pleasure, I dare you!' they said without words. Derek's eyes were now downcast again, since after meeting Maddie's stare, and seeing the intent in her eyes, somehow, he knew he could not lie to this girl, this women who has offered to share with him a sacred experience reserved to women alone.

"I… I have to go…" Derek had to say something, but it could not have been an outright refusal to Maddie's offer, nor could he simply admit her offer excited him as much as it truly did.

"Nonsense!" replied Maddie, thus completely destroying Derek's chance at a clean break. "You sit right there please." Maddie pointed to a chair in front of Robert's desk. Derek sat down with a sigh. His legs crossed at the knees and his thighs pressed hard against each other.

Maddie again approached the back of his hair with her round hairbrush. She looked at the crown of his hair and smiled to herself. Admittedly, this wasn't Michelle's luxuriously feminine hair, but… it had potential. She saw how the ends curled down over his shoulders, not in a very feminine manner though… not yet at least.

"So… how long have you been letting your hair grow out?" Maddie asked as she was brushing Derek's hair back from his forehead, carefully smoothing all the hair back and down now.

"Look… I… I don't know why I…" Derek's lips trembled. He was pouting! His mouth tried to form more words, but suddenly, all broke loose, tears flooded his eyes.

"Oh honey… look at you, you're shaking like a leaf!" Maddie's arms were around his body as soon as she put the brush down. Her body giving him comfort beyond belief. At least he didn't believe how comforting she could be to him, given that he was married to another woman, a woman that he dearly loved, but was unconscious and would probably stay that way for the foreseeable future.

What surprised Derek much more was the fact that Maddie's plump breasts were pushed against him, yet his penis wasn't doing much. Actually, there was no activity registering in that region for the whole time the hug lasted. Instead, Derek felt incredibly at ease, and suddenly not only was he ready to give Maddie a chance to brush his hair, but he wanted her to do it, to style it to her heart's content.

Derek licked his lips looking for something to say that would reset time back and return Maddie to brushing his hair instead of hugging him like this. Nothing came out and he had to admit that the hug itself was comforting in a way that hugging Joyce never was!

"Feeling better hon?" Maddie's fingers were playfully going through the ends of Derek's hair and her voice sounded cheerful again. She moved far enough and looked into his eyes, probing, searching for any hints of discomfort. There was none.

"I… I'm ok, yeah… it's just…" Derek searched for words but found none. He simply never felt this way before. His whole body tingled, longing for her touch in a way that was so unfamiliar to him it was nerve wrecking and oh-so-wonderful at the same time. Unintentionally, his eyes broke contact with hers and were downcast to look at the hairbrush she placed on the desk near them.

Maddie caught on quickly to what Derek was looking at. With a hint of a smile on her lips she gently raised her hand to his chin, her fingers caressing it and lifting his face to meet her eyes again. "Want to let me continue?"

He was unable to speak his consent, so he just nodded and blushed. That was exactly what she was waiting for and with quick precision, she picked up the brush without even looking at it and stepped behind Derek.

The brush went through his hair once more. It did not take long for Maddie to realise that she would need her styling scissors to bring the job to any satisfactory conclusion. She moved forward to look at Derek.

"Can I leave you for a second?" she asked, her eyes again examining his reactions.

"Yeah, sure… I…" Derek started. She was gone before he could finish the sentence and the heavy door closed behind her, leaving him sitting there, his hair carefully brushed all the way over his shoulders.

'It really is… long' Derek couldn't help thinking. His mind had two options, either wonder about the Hug Maddie gave him just seconds ago, or ponder how getting his hair brushed made him feel. In a futile attempt to protect his male ego, he chose to dwell on his hair instead of a more embarrassing issue like Maddie hugging him. He would later realise that both issues where equally dangerous to his masculinity.

"…wow… it really is longer than…" Derek quietly said to himself.

"What's long" Maddie's voice came unexpected behind him. His head turned, hair moving over his shoulders in a way that felt new to him as he never brushed all his hair back across his shoulders like Maddie has done.

"Oh… I… its my… I mean, my hair." Derek finally said.

"Yeah, it is quite long for a guy… but, well… I hate to tell you sweetie, for a girl, its pretty normal" Maddie said, her lips curling up in a sincere smile. Derek's cheeks were burning red in response, but he was smiling too now.

Suddenly, a flood of warmth spread all over Derek. He had to thank Maddie, for the hug, for the attention she was now giving to him. He had to make her know deep down to her innermost core, how good she was making him feel. He did not understand it, nor did he realise this new found gratitude would lead down a road seldom traveled by men.

"Maddie… umm… thanks," was all Derek could muster at the moment. For Maddie, that was all she needed to know Derek was now ready for a much more feminine styling session than she has originally intended to put him through. It was not the words at all that let her know, it was the look in Derek's eyes, the flush on his cheeks. His eyes – shining like Michelle's would after her hair was properly styled by Maddie – were the only proof she needed to justify putting his hair in a feminine style. She could truly experiment now, 'No more Mister nice-guy for you sweetie' Maddie thought as she approached Derek, the scissors in one hand, a black long and thin comb in her other.

Derek's eyes darted to the floor as soon as he noticed the comb and scissors. Deep down inside, he realized his hair would soon be styled! Not brushed as before. Not simply cut as it was been countless times in the past. No. This time, his hair would be styled, like… Joyce's hair… like Michelle's… like a woman!

"Ready?" Maddie's voice was full of cheer and happiness, she truly felt happy about this. It felt good, like when you would put curlers through your roommate's hair in the dorms… like when your Mommie would braid your hair and then let you brush hers before bedtime. This felt… just like all those times when she wished Robert was actually Roberta. Derek was now her unofficial little sister and she loved every moment of it!

Derek's little nod made her realise that he too understood he was not viewed as a man right now. In fact, his whole body language spoke against what they both knew he had between his thighs. He was ready to finally see what his hair would look like in a proper style, or else, why would he let it grow to such length in the first place?

  

  

  

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