Wash    and    Go

Here’s what happens when the imagination runs wild… [hold on to your hat...] The scene... your house...a quiet evening...just you and Max... The action...you agree to wash and braid Maxwell’s glorious mane of hair... Imagine if you will...

You stand close to Max as you prepare to wash his hair. As he leans back in the wash bowl, with his eyes closed, you begin to stare as his face. Slowly you take in all the wonders of his handsome face, wondering how even with his scar [which you also wonder about] he still is so handsome. You’re startled when Maxwell suddenly opens his eyes and asks… “What are you staring at?” You stutter as you try to explain that you can’t completely wash the back of his hair so you have to get a little closer. You move in closer until his arm rests upon your thigh. Maxwell asks you if you want him to move his arm and of course you say NO. You lean over Max to wash the back of his hair and you can feel his breath upon your neck. Trying your best not to let that distract you, you continue washing his hair. When you’re finally finished you tell Max you are going to get chair for him to sit in so you can grease his scalp and braid his hair. To your surprise he tells you he would rather sit on the floor with you sitting behind him. You ponder for a moment if you really want this man to sit between your legs for an elongated period of time…[HELL YES!!!!!!!!!!!] or if you would rather stand up and braid his hair. As he is sitting on the floor [* smile *] you asks what if any particular way he would like his hair braided [while trying desperately to get that scene from the “School Daze” movie out of your head…the licking of the part and scalp]. When he tells you the style he wants you realize that for a period of time he’s gonna have to sit facing you…[if you know what I mean…..]. When you are nearly finished braiding the back of his hair he asks you to take a break because his neck is beginning to ache from holding it a certain way. You agree thinking he’s gonna get up to stretch his legs or something, but to your amazement he closes his eye, leans back and rests his head on your thigh. Unable to stop yourself you begin to stroke his hair. When you see Max begin to smile you stop stroking his hair, but he suddenly reaches up and grabs you hand and says, “Girl…don’t stop now, you’ve got me heated up”. You’re shocked but you see Max is laughing and you realize he was just making a joke to lighten up the mood and you laugh along with him. You finish braiding the back of his hair and realize that it is now time to begin braiding the front. You constantly repeat to yourself… RELAX… RELATE… RELEASE…. RELAX… RELATE… RELEASE…[hey you gotta try to remain calm at times]. Try as you might you can’t seem to part his hair straight. While he gazing at your splendor, out of the corner of you eye you see Max slowly beginning to grin. You want to ask him why he is smiling but you don’t want it to seem like you’re watching his every move [even though you are]. Curiosity gets the better of you and you ask him why he is smiling. He says he sees you getting frustrated and that you’re sorta cute when you get those lines in your forehead. You smile despite yourself and explain that you are having a hard time parting his hair straight. He suggest that he lean forward, meaning that his head would be resting upon your “glory” and no matter how much you would like that you say no and go to get a chair for him to sit on, thinking maybe that would help. Even with the chair you still can’t get the part straight and you tell him again that you have to come closer to get it straight. Now while straddling him on the chair you begin to make the part when you feel Max’s hands on your waist. You suddenly stop and look at Max and move in to kiss him…slowly your lips meet and you relish in their taste. As his kisses slowly travel down your neck, his hands are weaving a delicate pattern as he strokes your back. Max pulls you closer and your arms wrap around him and you vow [to yourself of course] to never let him go. Max asks you if you want him to stop and you say NO and he picks you up and carries you to your bed. Delicately and slowly he begins to undress you kissing every spot he reveals. Again he asks you if this is what you want and again you YES YES YES!!! After he undresses you he stands and does a strip tease you won’t soon forget. When he finishes undressing he joins you again on the bed and deliciously kisses you from head to foot. When you try to return the favor he stops you and says tonight is all about you. He is here to please you any only you, he is not of importance…tonight it is all about you. Slowly you and he join and become one, and a single tear begins to roll down your face. He stops and asks you what is wrong and/or did he hurt you in any way. You say no and try to explain away the tear..[how do you tell a man the sex/lovemaking was so good it had you crying?????]. He shushes you and slowly kisses away the tear and hugs you tighter saying he understands all and you silently wonder if he does. After hours of lovemaking you fall asleep in each hours arms. When you awake however you realize that he is gone, thinking he has left. You wonder how he will look at and think of you when he sees you again. As you rise to shower and contemplate what happened last night you hear him on the phone in the next room. And you wonder who he is talking to and what they are the talking about. When he comes back into the room he senses your concern/confusion and explains that he was clearing the rest of his schedule. Because after what he has experienced last night he has no plans that are of more importance than you. And he takes your hand and slowly leads you back to the bed.