Adventures with Tia, Part. 4

Author: KyaKorday Category: Lesbian

… continued

My first day in beauty school was a complete disaster and I was almost positive I had made the wrong decision. Starting so late had been pretty stupid to begin with and I had absolutely no clue what was even going on through the day. I was feeling so sorry for myself by this point, that it felt as though the more I tried, the further I was sinking into the pit of hell.

Walking outside after class, I sat on the hood of my car, glancing at the day old book. As I began leafing through it, I noticed a pair of very red, spiked shoes over the edge of the book; looking up to see a very pretty blonde staring at me. Actually, she was gorgeous and had, what appeared to be, some of the nicest tits I had ever seen. The green Capri slacks and pink blouse under a purple jacket left a lot to be desired when you threw in the red shoes and the green scarf around her neck. I stared at her for a moment before widening my eyes. I just wanted to know what in the hell she wanted without having to say anything.

“Jasmine,” she announced, holding out her hand.

“Tia,” I answered, grasping her hand as I sighed.

“Nice handshake, you have scruples.”

“What in the hell does that mean?” I asked, feeling annoyed.

“And forward too!”

“Did I do something to you?” I asked.

“No, why?” She asked, looking confused.

“I was just wondering if you were bugging me for a reason.”

“Class made you pretty pissy today I guess.”

“Were you in that class?”

“Why yes I was, thank you for noticing!” She laughed.

“I’m sorry,” I offered, softening a little. “My life’s been pretty messed up lately.”

“Is that why you’re starting so late?”

“I guess. I didn’t know they’d throw me in during the middle of it. Not that it’d matter by the looks of it. I guess I was kidding myself that this was for me,” I admitted.

“You, my dear, need an attitude adjustment and you’re coming to have a drink with me.”

“I don’t drink.”

“Well, you can have a soda and I’ll have two drinks then.”

“I’m not; oh I guess I am; they just lowered that thing to 18 again, didn’t they?”

“They sure did darlin’ and you’re coming with me, no arguments,” she insisted, dragging me off my car.

“My brother’s gonna worry about me if I don’t check in with him.”

“You live with your brother?”

“Yeah, while I’m going to school,” I stated defensively.

“Well, you know what?” She asked as I shook my head. “I’m gonna get you all set up; school, home and a job.”

I had no idea what in the hell I was doing taking off with some stranger, but it was almost as though I had absolutely no control over my life and it suddenly seemed that maybe somebody else would have a better idea of what to do with it, because I sure as shit didn’t; so I sat back to see just where it would take me.

The first place Jasmine took me was to a beauty salon. She walked in as if she owned the place, leading me through the crowd of people to a room in the back. She sat me down in the chair, snapping a picture of me, before putting the hair bib on me.

“If you wanna be a hairstylist, the first thing you need to do is change your style. You can’t look like a schoolgirl forever,” Jasmine explained.

“But Nikki likes my hair like this,” I informed her.

“Who’s Nikki?”

“Long story.”

“Tell Jazzy all about it.”

That was all she said, but it was enough to encourage me to spill my guts. So caught up in my tale of woe, I hadn’t even noticed that she cut off most of my hair until I saw it in the mirror. Leaning forward, I studied the cut and the way she had combed it out. I liked it, but it felt foreign to my head. Originally it had been to the middle of my back and now I was looking at hair that was no lower than my neckline and I had bangs for the first time since I was about two.

“My brother’s gonna hurt me,” I announced.

“I have got to meet this brother of yours. He sounds like a prize,” Jasmine said sarcastically.

“We got pretty close when our older brother died in a car accident,” I explained, almost glaring at her in the mirror.

“I’m sorry sweetie. So now you know one of my secrets. More often than not, I tend to put my foot in my mouth… but what d’you about the hair?”

“Actually, I kinda like it,” I admitted. “It makes me look nothing like myself,”

“And after that story, the last person you wanna feel like is yourself, right?”

“I guess, yeah,” I admitted. “So is this your place or something?”

“Yep, all bought and paid for,” she stated.

“But you can’t be much older than me. Are you independently wealthy?”

“I guess I am now. My ex had to set me up with something before he could go through with the divorce, so this was it,” she announced proudly.

“How old are you?!” I asked, turning to look at her.

“Twenty-five and if I thought I could make a career out of getting married and divorced, I’d do it.”

“Well, at least you’re honest about it. How much do I owe you for the new style?”

“I like that you didn’t call it a haircut. You don’t owe me anything. Haven’t you noticed yet that I’ve decided to take you under my wing?” Jasmine asked.

“I just thought you pitied me.”

“No, I wouldn’t go out of my way for pity; I can spot natural talent a hundred miles away. For a while I thought they weren’t gonna get anyone in that class who knew what in the hell they were doing.”

“If you own this place, what were you doing in class?” I asked.

“I like to take a refresher course every so often, plus that’s where I find all of my stylists. So you wanna see your new home first, or you wanna get that drink?”

“Are you sure you got the right person?” I asked, highly doubtful.

“I don’t think you know me well enough to question my talent spotting abilities.”

“Maybe not, but there’s no way I can’t afford to pay you back for anything, especially not rent on an apartment. That’s why I’m staying with my brother,” I explained.

“Well I don’t recall mentioning money, d’you?”

“I can’t live there for nothing,” I insisted. “My dad always said that nobody ever gives you anything for nothing, so what d’you want from me then?”

“Smart girl. So you’re not just another pretty face,” she said, making me blush. “You don’t even know you’re beautiful, do you?”

“I’m not,” I stated, blushing again. “Nikki’s beautiful.”

“Got a picture?”

“Always,” I smiled, pulling it out of my jacket pocket.

“Gorgeous eyes. You have good taste in women; let’s go someplace and look at some.”

“But you were married.”

“So? I can swing either way sweetie. Maybe once you loosen up a little, we could even have some fun.”

“Hopefully Nikki will come back to me before too long.”

“For your sake sweetie, I certainly hope so, c’mon, let’s go.”

Jasmine didn’t take me to an apartment as I expected, she drove to the edge of the city, pulling into the driveway of a huge house. She let me know that my place was out back before I could embarrass myself, thankfully. We walked through the house to get to it, even though we could have walked around the side through a gate.

The house, inside was amazingly huge and so white. I was afraid to touch anything as we made our way through it and onto the patio. I was in such awe as we walked through, stopping to look around until she grabbed my arm and pulled me through to the sliding glass door.

Just down a small path was a cottage. I would say it was small, but it only looked small from the outside.

Inside it was amazingly wide open with spiral stairs leading to two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. The entire first floor was a natural wood wainscoting under gray brick paneling. In the living room there was a small, gas fireplace over heated hardwood flooring. The walls upstairs were all cedar and the smell wafted throughout the cottage as we moved around the second floor. It was an awesome place and I definitely wanted to live there.

“So what’s the catch?” I asked.

“Dear, sweet, suspicious Tia, what makes you think there’s a catch?”

“There’s always a catch.”
“Okay, actually there’re three catches…” she finally admitted. “One is that after you graduate, you have to work for me…”

“For free?”

“No, you’ll get paid, silly girl. The second catch is that you have to be my poster girl.”

“What’s that mean?” I asked.

“That means I wanna put your face all around town for my advertising and third catch is … okay, this part might scare you, but it’s really not that bad.”

“What is it?” I asked, giving her a sideways glance.

“See the view from up here?”

“Yeah,” I replied, feeling worried.

“I want you to dress and undress in front of it.”

“Huh?” I asked, stepping away from her as she laughed.

“That’s all. You don’t have to touch yourself, if you don’t want to, or do any sexy dances or anything like
that, I just wanna be able to watch you dress and undress.”

“That’s the oddest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” I admitted.

“I would imagine it is, my sweet, innocent Tia,” Jasmine smiled.

“That all just sounds too easy.”

“Really? I thought for sure you’d be totally against that last part.”

“Well, I can’t say that I understand why anyone would wanna see me naked, but to each her own I guess.”

“That’s a great attitude.”

“You wouldn’t expect me to do anything else, would you?” I really wanted to live there.

“Not unless you wanted to. I know you’re waiting for Nikki and all, but if you were exceptionally horny, I wouldn’t turn you away. I must warn you that I enjoy bondage though.”

“What’s that mean? Like tying people up and stuff?”

“Something like that.”

“Do you hurt them?”

“Only for fun.”

“Fun for who?!”

“Both of us.”

“Could I maybe watch you with someone first? If I ever wanted to, I mean,” I was blushing so badly by this point.

“I think that could be arranged; might even be fun,” she admitted.

“I’m actually still… you know.”

“A virgin?! I didn’t know those existed anymore,” she laughed.

“Nikki and I are both still virgins,” I informed her.

“Amazing. So, does the arrangement sound like anything you’d be interested in?”

“I’d be a fool not to be interested,” I admitted, “but I’d still need to talk to my family.”

“You’re a diehard, aren’t you?”

“I guess. Things just really changed after Trent died and I don’t like my parents to worry.”

“Well, I guess I better take extra special care of you then,” Jasmine smiled.

“You don’t even know me, why’re you doing this?”

“I told you, I can spot talent and you have it. I may be a lot of things, but an idiot isn’t one of them. Can’t you just picture it, ‘Hairstyles by Tia’?”

“Actually, I use to all the time, until today,” I admitted.

“First days always suck. You’re too young to worry so much,” she insisted. “Okay, before I take you out, let’s go meet this brother of yours.”

“I have no idea why I trust you, but something keeps telling me I should, so I’m just gonna go with it and hopefully I’m not wrong, but I do need to read that book at some point.”

“Nonsense, I’ll tell you everything I know while we’re out. The rest is all hand’s on.”

Jasmine put her arm around my shoulders as we walked back to the car. I really had no idea why I trusted her, maybe because she had been so open about watching me and the bondage information, but whatever it was, she made me feel like things could possibly be okay if I just relaxed and went with the flow, so I would until I couldn’t.

When I gave her Eric’s address, Jasmine insisted that she knew that address for some reason. I had no clue why until we walked into the apartment and Eric was on the phone, telling someone he’d call them back, before hanging it up.

“Where in the hell have you been?!”

“I’ve been…”

“Lighten up Eric,” Jasmine insisted as I stared at her.

“Jazzy! How’d you hook up with Jazzy?” Eric asked as he walked over, hugging her.

“Bitch at me and hug her, what’s up with that?” I asked.

“Jazzy’s been doing my hair since I’ve been down here and I’ve been to a couple of her parties… you’re not allowed to go, just in case you were wondering,” Eric informed me.

“I wasn’t wondering. I’m 18, I don’t need your permission,” I stated defiantly.

“She’s a pistol Eric.”

“She is something, but what’re you intending with her?” Eric asked, folding his arms.

“Do you see me here?”

“No, keep quiet,” Eric ordered as I slumped into the chair. “And what the hell happened to your hair?” I didn’t answer him.

“I guess she takes orders well,” Jasmine laughed. “She’s my new girl Eric, but I’ll treat her with the utmost respect, just for you.”

“Her?” Eric asked, looking genuinely shocked.

“You’re such a jerk sometimes,” I snapped.

“Is this the closeness you were telling me about?” Jasmine asked; I shrugged.

Eric wouldn’t let me go out alone with Jasmine that first night, but all we did was talk. Jasmine told me everything she knew about hair and the beauty shop business. My mind, being what it is retained every single word… mostly. I tried paying complete attention to Jasmine, but she had taken us to a topless bar and I have to admit, I did stare on occasion, forcing me to ask her to repeat herself every so often. Eric would laugh whenever my eyes began to roam.

When Jasmine and I walked into class together the following day, the teacher walked up to us, looking Jasmine directly in the eyes.

“Really?” The teacher asked.

I felt indignant, even though I could understand her doubts after my ignorance the previous day.

“I think you’ll be impressed with our little Tia today,” Jasmine laughed, noticing my obvious ire.

I think the teacher was impressed as she threw questions at me and I gave her the answers without hesitation. I think Jasmine was impressed as well.

That night I called my parents, telling them almost everything that was going on; leaving out the sexual parts, obviously. They weren’t satisfied with just hearing it from me though, so Eric had to explain it to them all over again before they eventually agreed.

I didn’t have that much to take with me, but Eric followed me to Jasmine’s house so he could see the cottage. He had been to Jasmine’s, but never to the cottage.

I think Jasmine was actually impressed that he was so protective of me. Once we had carried my few things out back, Eric began looking around as Jasmine showed him what was where, while I went to check out the kitchen.

I definitely wouldn’t need to go shopping for food. The place was stocked with almost anything a person could want. I was slightly apprehensive, but I still wanted to live there and if it only took my dressing and undressing, who was it hurting. If I became comfortable with it, I might even give her a show every so often. I smiled to myself at the thought.

“I wanna live here too,” Eric admitted as he and Jasmine walked down the steps.

“I don’t think so; I don’t wanna see you walking around naked,” I stated dully.

“You two have a very interesting relationship,” Jasmine pointed out.

I’m sure he was concerned about the nudity agreement, but he promised not to tell mom and dad as long as I stayed in touch constantly with him. That included calling him as soon as I got home and dinner with him every Friday. Jasmine stepped in to insist that we have our dinner with her, even though Eric argued with her about it. She wound up wearing him down, obviously not the type of girl to take ‘no’ for an answer from anyone.

After Eric had gone, Jasmine insisted that I follow her upstairs, where she led me to the bathroom. Upon closer inspection, she showed me the whirlpool tub and shower with a curtain against the back wall. It was explained to me that once I became more comfortable with my exhibitionism, she expected me to open the curtain when I showered or bathed. Once she pushed the button, opening up the glass wall, my eyes grew wide as I stared out the window. The tub appeared to have been especially made for that purpose, with its cutaway back, giving a clear view of anyone in the tub.

“You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?” I asked.

“For a very long time.”

“Were you into this stuff while you were married?”

“I probably was, but we divorced because he was cheating on me,” Jasmine explained before leaving the room.

I followed Jasmine downstairs, stopping her just before she reached for the doorknob. I apologized for what I had asked, explaining that I could put my foot in my mouth at times too, but she just smiled, stroking my cheek with the back of her hand before leaving.

I watched her walking on the path, but I couldn’t just let her leave that way.

“Jasmine!” I shouted as she stopped, turning to look at me. “Your ex-husband was a dumb ass!”

Jasmine smiled sadly before turning to finish her journey to the house.

I’m not positive what it was about that first day, but I felt bad thinking I may have upset Jasmine after how kind she had been, so the first thing I did was go upstairs in front of the window, undressing very slowly as my blouse, pants, socks, bra and panties were removed. I stood in front of the window for a short time before going downstairs to get my luggage, hoping I would be comfortable with being nude soon, just so I could stop blushing.

I wasn’t positive, but it almost felt as though I was being watched no matter where I was in the cottage, but as long as she wasn’t touching me without my permission, I could deal with it.

Once I had finished unpacking in the nude, I entered the bathroom, opening the curtain against the window.

I have to admit that the thought occurred to me that quite possibly I wasn’t the good girl I thought I was, but the only one I was hurting was me and for some reason, it felt right.

I crawled into the hot shower with my razor, shaving and washing everything very slowly, paying extra special care and attention to face the window as I spread my pussy lips, shaving that extra fuzz that likes to grow inside the lips. I debated touching myself, but it seemed entirely too soon for that when I couldn’t even walk around naked without blushing; besides, I would need to be looking at a picture of Nikki or talking to her before I could even consider doing that.

After finishing my shower and drying off, I grabbed my robe, went to the window and put it on before going to the sofa to get in touch with Nikki. I discovered that her email address had been shut down and she had no more cell phone; that began an assault on the postal service.

At 18, life was suppose to be my oyster, at least that was what my mother had always said and even though my professional life seemed to be heading in the proper direction, the only thing I had known for sure that I wanted, had been suddenly taken completely away from me and I couldn’t see beyond that one issue.

I remembered Nikki telling me to be patient, after sending a letter a day to her home address for two weeks straight and actually had to force myself to stop the barrage. I hated doing it, but I needed to stop pushing the issue before she wound up married or locked away in some convent.

School was going well and I had become Jasmine’s constant companion, but she refused to show me her torture chamber no matter how often I asked her. I’m pretty sure it was because of Eric, but she never offered a reason, so I never asked.

During Christmas break, I spent the majority of my time parked down the street from Nikki’s house. I just wanted to catch a glimpse of her coming or going… something, anything! I was going crazy.

On Christmas Eve I was finally able to see Nikki walking out of the house, holding her mother’s arm. I hit the horn, one quick blow, as she looked up, searching for the source. When she finally spotted me, I blew her a kiss as I watched her eyes fill and a sad, lost smile crossed her face. We held eye contact until she was out of sight.

I remained in that spot, waiting until they returned from church services. The church was just up a block and across the street from Nikki’s house. It was the perfect place for the devoted Catholic family to live.

I was hoping Nikki might be able to sneak out once her mother had gone to sleep, but suddenly cars were pulling into the driveway as her brothers and sisters began arriving for the Holiday.

As I continued watching, Nikki walked outside, helping them carry in luggage and gifts. She smiled at me every chance she got, being careful not to give her family a clue that I was watching her; then on her very last trip out of the house, while she was smiling directly at me, Nikki whipped her jacket open, as if to flash me; making me smile, before driving back to my parent’s house.

At last, I was holding Nikki, we were wrapped so tightly in each other’s arms I could barely breathe, but I couldn’t let her go; we had both been waiting so long for this moment. No phone calls, no letters, she was just suddenly with me.

We kissed, gently, tenderly, our tongues searching desperately, hungrily tangling around one another as she practically tears my clothes off me. She wants to ravage me, but I make her stop, slowly removing her blouse and her bra before letting my hands glide down to those beautiful breasts, feeling her nipples as they harden by my touch. I loved how our nipples responded to each other’s touch.

I open my eyes to see those beautiful green eyes staring back at me, deep and green, hungering for me to touch her all over, never wanting me to stop as I kneel in front of her, my queen, love of my life; truly my only reason for being.

Unsnapping and unzipping her jeans, I gently tug them off, pulling her panties along with them as I’m kissing that beautiful, bald mound that she keeps hairless, just for me. I listen to her gasp, smiling as I look up at her beautiful face, lost in ecstasy, lost in my touch.

I begin fondling her nipples, brushing over them with my open palms as I force my tongue between her pussy lips. She spreads her legs to accommodate me as I’m sliding my tongue into her vagina, digging, stretching as far as I can inside of her. Its warm and inviting me in; its been so long, too long and I replace my tongue with fingers, all three at once as her walls work to pull them in further, my tongue is traveling through her labia and around her clit, slowly teasing her. As I flick my tongue across her clit, I listen to her pleasure, causing my own orgasm as she holds my face to her pussy, pushing into it harder and harder. I close my eyes again and suddenly I see… her mother and it makes me shout.

I sat up as my eyes flew open in a panic, looking around at the dark bedroom; I began crying as I curled up in the bed, realizing it had only been a dream.

If it hadn’t been for Jasmine, Eric and school the following months, I’m not sure what I might’ve done. I can’t even deny that I actually considered suicide, but there was no way I could do that to myself or the people I loved. I thought about my brother’s death and how my parents reacted when the police couldn’t see any skid marks, so they assumed he had committed suicide at first. My dad chewed their asses pretty seriously when they corrected themselves after finding the soda bottle wedged under the brake. There would be no way I would ever put my parents through that again.

Mostly, during that time, I focused on school and putting more and more pictures of Nikki into frames around the cottage. I had gotten pretty comfortable with my nudity by then and actually began releasing a little sexual tension.

I had a special picture of Nikki from the camping trip enlarged and stored in a drawer when I wasn’t ‘using’ it. I would take it down to the coffee table, pulling it close to the sofa so I could look into her eyes. It was a photograph I had taken previous to one of our hikes. She had such a look of desire on her face at the time, that I knew it was the picture I needed for the purpose intended.

When everything was in place, I would hang one leg over the top of the couch as I began running my hands over my nipples; tweaking, pulling and rolling them between my thumbs and fingers, keeping my eyes on Nikki the entire time. I would focus on my breasts, imagining it was Nikki with her hands all over me, rubbing and fondling until eventually I would move one hand over my stomach before reaching to the inside of one thigh, back up, over my pussy and down the other thigh. I’d then pull my hand up to my pussy, finger through my vulva and around my clit before continuing the descent into my vagina, never taking my other hand away from my nipples.

When I stared into Nikki’s eyes long enough, my fingers would turn into her fingers gliding into and out of my vagina. My thumb on my clit was her tongue, so gentle and loving, always taking her time because she loved to tease me. I would will her there with me and she would slowly bring me to a fantastic orgasm, usually several.

Generally it was a trancelike experience that completely drained me, so they didn’t actually happen that often, but I think Jasmine enjoyed herself when she watched me. I know she would always take me on a shopping spree the day after, rubbing my arm and hugging me a lot while we were out. It took me a couple of times to realize that I wasn’t alone when imaginary Nikki made love to me, but I just let it slide since she was so emotional about it all.

Jasmine had almost become an older sister figure for me by that May, as long as you don’t count the voyeur/exhibitionist aspect of our relationship. She had even gone so far as to plan on opening a hair salon in my hometown, informing me that when I was ready, she wanted to change the name of it to, ‘Hair by Tia’ but I just laughed, insisting she was crazy.

Several days before classes were over, billboards were going up all over the cities with my before and after pictures on them, along with a corny little slogan that read: ‘HERE TODAY, TIA TOMORROW’. I thought it was ridiculous, but people seemed to be flocking into the shop making hair appointments with ‘me’!

Jasmine had put an ad in my hometown paper, stating she and I would be available for the grand opening to cut and style hair.

My life should have been perfect, but I felt hollow inside, even after my mother called about the ad and how excited she and dad were for me.

The Grand Opening had been a helluva day, keeping us totally swamped with customers. My mother even made an appointment and I had to laugh after listening to her insistence on getting, a hairdo exactly like her famous daughter.

Mom and Jasmine spoke back and forth, as I cut and styled her hair. They actually seemed to hit it off quite nicely, making me wonder if mom would have been so receptive had she known the woman built a torture chamber in her basement and enjoyed watching her daughter walk around nude. Thinking about it actually brought a smile to my face as I hugged her before wishing her luck with dad.

Dad liked long hair on ‘his girls’ and it had taken him almost two months to even accept the idea of my hair being short. God only knows how long it would take him with mom. She assured me they had discussed it prior to her making the appointment, but I had my doubts.

By the time we were locking the doors, I was beat. Jasmine and I were cleaning and bagging up hair when there was a knock at the door. I looked at her before walking over to see Nikki’s brother, Ted standing at the door, holding an envelope. I was hoping beyond hope that maybe he was on our side, but all he did was shove it into my hand before walking away rapidly. You would’ve thought his ass was on fire for as fast as he was moving.

When Ted was out of sight, I locked the door, walking inside as I stared at the envelope. Suddenly I was afraid to open it, delicately setting it on the coffee table as I sat down. All I could do was stare at the damned thing.

Jasmine walked out of the back room and over to where I was sitting. She reached for the envelope once she saw what I was looking at.

“I was thinking that if I don’t open it, it won’t be true,” I informed her.

“You want me not to?”

“Might as well, hearts already gone, may as well take my soul too.”

“I thought that was mine?” She asked, making me laugh.

“Right, I forgot for a minute,” I answered, leaning back.

Jasmine never took her eyes off me the entire time she opened the envelope, causing the photograph inside to fall onto the table. There was my Nikki, more beautiful than ever, standing next to the ugliest man I had ever seen in my life. I needed to lean forward for a closer look, but I couldn’t touch it.

I guess he wasn’t that ugly, but he was to me. He was extremely tall with short black hair. His face was almost square and the bastard was smiling at the love of my life.

Nikki had a smile on her face, but she wasn’t looking at him and her eyes had an empty, hollowness to them. Jasmine noticed immediately, mentioning it as she twisted her body to see the photograph better.

“When?” Was all I could ask.

“Tomorrow, sorry.”

I couldn’t cry, or laugh or even talk, all I could do was stare at the picture and remember all the special times with Nikki. The time she spent with my family after Trent died, holding me and Callie until we cried ourselves to sleep. I remembered staying with her and Mrs. Dawson after Mr. Dawson died, making sure they wanted for nothing. My mind raced through every picnic, the holidays, the summer camping trips Nikki joined with me and my family and I realized this was it, this was the end. There would be nothing more to wait for after this. It left me feeling so empty, I couldn’t even cry…

(To be continued…)