Hair Night – Chapter Two

 The teasing had built up all evening, an unspoken tension hanging in the air as the three girls continued their game, knowing exactly what they were doing to Robert.  

Amanda was the first to move. She reached up, snatching the phone from Robert’s hand with a mischievous grin.  

“Hey,” Robert protested, but Amanda was already adjusting it, propping it up against the ottoman so the camera faced their little gathering on the rug.  

“There,” she said, settling back down. “Now *we* control the angle. You can just sit there and… enjoy.”  

Rachel gave a slow smile, reaching for the hem of Robert’s shirt. “This needs to go, though.”  

Robert raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”  

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, tugging it upward. “We need a smooth surface for this next part.”  

Amanda and Courtney both giggled as Robert let her pull the shirt over his head. He leaned back against the couch, the warmth of the apartment air hitting his bare skin.  

Amanda flipped her golden hair over one shoulder and crawled closer, her long locks spilling forward. “You always say how much you love long hair, right?” she murmured. “Time to *feel* it.”  

She leaned in, letting her soft, silky strands cascade over his chest, the delicate tickle making his skin tingle. She moved slowly, dragging the golden waves down his torso, watching his expression as the strands glided across him.  

Courtney smirked. “Don’t hog all the fun, Mandy.”  

Amanda pulled back, her hair slipping off him like water, and Courtney took her place, her darker brown locks sweeping down over his bare skin. Her hair was heavier, thicker, the sensation different but just as teasing.  

Rachel was the last to move in, her impossibly long, ankle-length hair practically drowning him as she let it spill across his chest in slow, sweeping motions. “Bet you wish you had hair now,” she teased, her voice low and knowing.  

Robert exhaled through his nose, smirking. “I think I’m doing just fine without it.”  

Amanda sat back with a playful pout. “Well, *we* have plenty. And since you love it so much…” She reached over to the ottoman and grabbed a brush, twirling it in her fingers before holding it out. “Let’s see if you’re any good at *taking care* of it.”  

Robert took the brush, rolling it in his palm. “You really trust me with this?”  

Rachel laughed. “You watch us do it all the time. Let’s see if you learned anything.”  

Amanda turned around, presenting her golden hair first. “Nice and slow,” she murmured.  

Robert started at the ends, carefully running the bristles through, his touch gentle but firm. The brush slid through effortlessly, the strands gleaming under the light. Amanda let out a little sigh. “Okay, okay. Not bad. Keep going.”  

Courtney and Rachel watched with smirks as Robert continued, moving upward, smoothing out each section with precision.  

Courtney nudged Rachel. “We might’ve just created a monster.”  

Rachel grinned. “Oh, I think he was already *way* too into this. We just gave him an excuse.”  

  

The night stretched on, filled with teasing, soft laughter, and the rhythmic sound of bristles sliding through impossibly long hair, the camera catching it all from its place on the ottoman.