Unstoppable Erica

Haircut And A Kiss.

You can take me to the skies.
It's like being lost in heaven,
when I'm Lost In Your Eyes.
Debbie Gibson.

Saturday morning, I rose early, and began preparing for my... what? I guessed it counted as a date. With a nervousness I could never have anticipated, I cleaned parts of the house that had become dusty over the year Nick and I had lived there. When Alice had visited, I had not bothered with more than clearing the clutter and vacuuming the carpet, as her apartment had also been far from spotless.

However, I suspected that Erica's house was immaculately cleaned by the maid who came by twice a week. And so, I dusted the window sills, wiped down the baseboards, and put a fresh sheet on the dingy porch couch. I smiled at the silky linen, imagining how I would be making out with her on it soon.

This is really happening...

With two hours to go, I ate a light breakfast of toast and orange juice, then took a long shower. Enjoying the watery paradise, I stayed in too long while rehearsing everything I would say and do, as if I had not dated almost forty women.

After shaving and brushing my hair, I looked through my closet for a suitable outfit. I considered a favorite of Rachel and Alice, tight jeans worn commando, with no shirt.

Erica had seemed to like it when she brought her friends a few days before, but I would feel like a douchebag sporting it two times in a row. Digging through my cabinet proved fruitful, as the tight white cotton pants looked good on me. The only remaining issue, was to free-ball or not. The thin fabric meant that as soon as I became aroused, Erica would have a detailed outline of me. I wasn't particularly proud of my average size, but I didn't try to conceal it either.

Teasing had always provided flirty fun for Erica, so I put on a sleeveless collared shirt, a remnant from my punk rocker days. It hung just low enough to mostly hide my crotch, but leaving it unbuttoned allowed Erica to see the goods, if she wanted to. Riffing on the Tom Petty song, I sang, "Now I'm freeeeeee. Free balling... "

She better look. I feel like such a tool right now...

With my wardrobe sorted out, I turned my attention to the backyard, where she would cut my hair. The beautiful spring morning provided a perfect backdrop to our date. A small oak tree would keep the sun out of our eyes, and a folding chair and table completed the makeshift salon.

My topless, black-with-flames 1970 Thunderbird took up most of the driveway in front of the one-car garage. The lower part of the front end had been severely damaged in an accident the previous August, so a 4x10 beam served as the front bumper.

Alice had loved when I brought the car on dates, but after the crash, I thought my classy and elegant lover would be embarrassed to be seen in it.

Erica might still like it...

I gave the car a quick hose-down, then put a new seat cover over the front bench seat.

All my preparations were completed, so I relaxed on the porch couch to wait for Erica. She wasn't due for an hour, but she usually showed up early for work, so I anticipated she might do the same for a date.

Erica is polite and punctual. My parents will like that...

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As expected, her Corolla pulled up to the curb ten minutes early. Erica's bare legs were the first part of her I saw exiting the compact car.

I bet she parked two houses up, just so I would have that view. She thinks of everything...