As he walked out of the bathroom, he heard a lot of noise coming from Jenny's room, which had somehow gone unheard before. He opened the door and walked in. He saw Jenny sitting on her bed with Jane.
"Look what the cat brought out of the bag, a handsome hunk of a man," she said in a seductive tone, making Travis smile.
Jenny glared at Jane and turned to Travis.
"You took your sweet time. Hurry up and come, we need to get your hair done before sunset," Jenny called out impatiently.
Travis nodded and headed to his room, tossing his books onto the bed. He quickly made his way back to Jenny's room, where she immediately grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the chair.
"Alright, let's get started," Jane chimed in, pulling out her hair-cutting kit. Travis raised an eyebrow. 'Why does she even have this?' he wondered, but kept his thoughts to himself as Jane draped a robe over him and switched on the clippers.
As the hum of the machine filled the room, Travis silently prayed, 'Please don't mess up my hairline. If they push it back, I swear... nah, let me not even think about it.'
The two continued cutting Travis's hair, their hands working the clippers while they gossiped about their college classmates. Travis couldn't believe he was hearing such ruthless stories, especially about the guy who'd spent an entire year buying Jenny expensive things, only to be strung along and treated like a slave. He felt a twinge of sympathy for the poor dude, realizing just how far people could go when trying to impress someone.
"Travis, Jane here told me you were with that Catholic chick yesterday," Jenny suddenly brought up, her tone casual, but with an edge.
Travis raised an eyebrow, sensing something behind her words. "Yeah, what about it?" he asked.
Jenny paused for a moment, continuing to cut, but the subtle tension in the room made him wonder. Even she hadn't fully recognized the spark of irritation brewing inside her.
"Nothing, I'm just saying, is all. Now stay still, Jane's about to give you a trim," Jenny said, brushing off the topic.
Jane moved in front of him, propping her leg onto his lap while she focused on his hairline. Her chest was right in his face, deliberately close, trying to get a reaction. The warmth of her body and the scent of her perfume made the moment intense, but Travis kept his expression neutral, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing him flustered. When Jane finished, she stepped back, studying his face, expecting to see embarrassment or discomfort. Instead, his face was unreadable, calm.
'Is he immune to my teasing now?' Jane thought, slightly surprised. 'Impressive, but I'm not done yet.'
"Jenny, do you have a vacuum?" Jane asked, her voice a bit too casual.
"Yeah, I'll grab it from downstairs," Jenny replied, heading out of the room. As soon as the door closed, Jane's playful demeanor shifted into something more daring. They were alone now, and she had every intention of testing his resolve further.
'You've grown up, Travis. I like that, but I miss how you used to be,' she thought, eyes gleaming with intent. She slowly lifted the robe covering his body and slipped under it, her hands brushing against his legs, a smirk playing on her lips as she made her move.
'What is she doing?' he thought. Jane slid her hand down to his crotch, feeling the outline of his cock. When she felt its thickness, her face flushed, not in shock but in excitement. She wanted him right then, the urge unmistakable, but she knew her time was running out. The sound of Jenny walking up the stairs made that clear.
"This never happened, okay?" she whispered, pressing a finger to his lips as if sealing a silent agreement. Travis didn't respond—why would he?
"Here, I found this small one; thought it'd be easier," Jenny said as she returned with the vacuum.
"Thanks. Let me just spray him first. Travis, I hope you're ready because this one really packs a punch," Jane added with a grin. She did her thing, cleaning up the loose hair with the vacuum. After removing the robe, Travis turned to them with a smile.
"How do I look?" he asked.
Both girls smiled back, giving him thumbs up. "Like you're about to steal my heart," Jane teased.
"Well, let me check for myself first. If my hairline's been pushed back, expect to get this..." Travis leaned in, whispering the rest into their ears. Jenny blushed, caught off guard by his words, while Jane smiled seductively, clearly entertained by the idea. Unfortunately for her, the haircut was flawless.
He left the room and went to the bathroom to inspect his new look. Staring at his reflection, Travis couldn't help but grin. The girls had given him a clean fade with sharp edges, a major improvement from the cheap cuts he usually got.
'I'm impressed. Looks like they won't be getting a taste of my cock after all,' he thought with a smirk.
He finished his shower, dressed, and headed downstairs to sit at the dinner table. Soon after, everyone gathered, and they started eating.
'Man, this slaps,' Travis thought, enjoying the meal. Debbie smiled warmly at him, clearly pleased. Jane, however, had a different kind of look on her face as she watched him.
'He's so cute. I just want to eat him,' Jane thought, an idea flashing through her mind.
A mischievous smile spread across Jane's face as she slowly slid off her shoe, lifting her leg under the table. She nudged Travis's lap with her foot, causing him to raise an eyebrow. Jane, sitting directly across from him, kept her face composed, but the playful glint in her eyes was unmistakable. Her foot traveled down to his crotch, lightly pressing against him.
"Jane, how's it going at the library?" Debbie asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
Jane quickly adjusted her expression and replied casually, "Oh, it's been quite nice. I can't really complain."
"That's good to hear. Any job openings there? You know, for Jenny?" Debbie asked, nodding toward Jenny.
"Mom, I'm not planning on working in some dumb library," Jenny said, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, I was just asking."
Meanwhile, Jane's foot continued its teasing motion on Travis under the table. He leaned back slightly, trying to stay focused on his meal while she toyed with him, her toes curling and rubbing him through his pants.
'Man, this chick is crazy,' Travis thought, keeping a neutral expression as he ate. Every time her foot pressed harder, he had to fight to maintain his composure. His heartbeat quickened, but he didn't dare give her the satisfaction of reacting.
Jane glanced at him, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she continued her subtle game, her foot moving in slow, deliberate circles.
TO BE CONTINUED