Kissing the shampoo boy.

From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 7: FRIDAY NIGHT CUTS)

It’s Friday night, and all over Los Angeles people are getting ready to go out: some, on a hot date; some, to a hot club; others, to Blockbluster. I’m at Chopper’s hair salon about to get my hair cut, hoping it will help inspire a hot date—one of these Friday nights.
     
Ben is washing my hair. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since he left the bouquet on my doorstep. “I loved the flowers.”
     
Ben smiles and keeps massaging my head.
     
“We should hang out again sometime.”
     
Ben continues smiling and nods. And then he straddles my reclined body, his hands continuing to rub tingling conditioner into my hair.
     
My hands grasp the arms of the chair in anticipation—of something. He looks at me, still smiling and rubbing. And then he leans his head close to mine and brushes his lips against mine. I part my lips and feel his tongue. His tongue swirls around my tongue, and my tongue swirls around his tongue. I don’t understand how someone can be so great at foreplay but so bad in bed.
     
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