Sun, Sermons, and Special Friends

It didnâ€t take Megan too long to finish the waxing, but it seemed like much longer, as Alisa didnâ€t take to having someone else touching her private parts too well. Meganâ€s cheeks were quite red as she worked, and as she did so, she would keep saying, quietly: “Itâ€s okay…itâ€s okay…” But it didnâ€t seem to make the religious girl feel any better about what was happening.

When she was finished, Megan couldnâ€t help but take a look at her work, and, seeing Alisaâ€s naked, glistening womanhood, the brunette almost couldnâ€t help herself. One hand began to drift downward, reaching for the crotch of her special friend; but, just in time, Megan came to her senses, and was back in control. She couldnâ€t ruin their new friendship by molesting Alisa like that. Her hands snapped to her sides, and her eyes lifted towards the ceiling, avoiding any errant glance at her friendâ€s pussy.

“Here,” she said quietly, “weâ€re done.” She would grab Alisaâ€s white cotton panties and slip them back onto the silver-haired cutie, pulling them all the way up until they covered her pussy once again.

Alisa stiffly shivered until she felt the panties slide back on. When they were in place, her eyes shot wide and she sat up. She heaved a breath and panted hard, pressing her hand against her chest. "Haaaaah... haaaah.... haaaah..." She panted and leaned forward, practically melting into Megan's arms. "T-Thank you... hah.. merghh..." She didn't even finish as she buried her head in Megan's chest, not realizing. She clung to the sides of Megan's hips and just tried to keep herself from fainting. 'Feel... weird..." She muttered into Megan's bosom.

Megan gasped a little when Alisa immediately shot up and grabbed onto her, hugging her tightly and burying her face in Meganâ€s small chest. That had been even harder on the silver-haired girl than Megan had imagined. The brunette wrapped her arms around her friend and ran a hand up and down the girlâ€s back reassuringly. “Donâ€t worry, Iâ€m here,” she cooed, trying to calm Alisa down. “Itâ€s over.” She paused, leaned down, and gave Alisaâ€s forehead a gentle kiss. “And I know it feels weird right now, but youâ€ll get used to it…I know it always feels a little strange…at first…”

Alisa panted softly into Megan's chest, hugging her special friend tightly. After a long moment, and Megan's reassurance, Alisa finally pulled away and stood up. Her legs were wobbly and she looked down at her panty covered crotch. "I'm... bald... down there..." She poked her mound where a great bush used to be and then sank back down to the ground.

"Unnnnnyaaaah..."

She moaned and flopped. "I still don't know if I can do this, Megan." She said and sat up to her knees. "I need my pants." She said and blushed deeply as she reached over and wriggled them on. Her cheeks remained a deep red the whole time and she looked sheepishly at Megan. "H-How long have you been...doing...' Alisa lowered her voice to a whisper. "that?"

Megan smiled and chuckled softly when Alisa mentioned her pussyâ€s distinct lack of hair. “Heh, yeah…I know…youâ€ll get used to it. I promise. It does take some time, though.”

As Alisa seemed to regain her composure, Megan would let her go and scoot back a couple of feet, allowing the silver-haired girl to gather her pants and put them back on. She felt a twinge of disappointment as her special friend became fully clothed once again. Alisa had looked so cute bottomless, and in her plain white panties, too.

When Alisa asked about how long she had been doing that, Megan blushed a little deeper and replied: “Well, I mean…for a while. Not, like, forever, but I started early in high school, I guess. Like I said, you get used to it. And it can be sort of…exciting.”

Alisa nodded softly to Megan's words. She then looked down when Megan was finished. "Um... Megan..." She said meekly. She didn't lift up her head or make eye contact.

"Um... but... why? Why did YOU do it/ I really doubt it was because you lost a bet." She said. She wondered if Megan did it to please a lover or for some dirty reason. She wasn't going to accuse her special friend. She was just curious.

That was a good follow-up question, and it was one that Megan couldnâ€t really answer without reminding Alisa of her rather dirty past. Of course, Alisa already knew, but they had sort of danced around the topic ever since they decided to be very special friends.

“Well…” the brunette began, “I guess, at first, it was just for, like…wearing thongs and small bikinis and stuff.” She shrugged. “You know, kind of like why we did it for you today. But, uh…to be honest, I kept it up because most of the girls who Iâ€ve dated liked it that way. Most of them, uh, did it, too…it just has a particular feel, and it can be a good feel. Like I said, it is a little exciting.” She laughed nervously, keeping her eyes on the floor while she explained.

Alisa looked down while Megan spoke. She reached out and took Megan's hands in her own. She continued to listen with a deep blush on her face. Maybe she could understand the bikini stuff. She couldn't understand the thong part and she definitely couldn't understand the girlfriend part.

"It's so wrong." Alisa said finally. "But you still do it, don't you? You're still dating girls, aren't you Megan?" Alica made sure she kept her tone soft. "I think it's sinful. If I did that, I would go to Hell. I don't want YOU to go to Hell for that." She said. "But... I'll never force you to choose. God put me here for a reason and God would never want anyone to love Him only because they are afraid of retribution from Him. God wants people to be bathed in His love because they desire it. It's just..."

Alisa suddenly began to feel tears drip down her cheeks even though her eyes remained wide and focused on the ground. "Why did he put me on the Earth just to have to watch this..." Alisa sniffled. "You're NOT a bad person! Not at all! I don't understand that one bit!"

Megan blushed again when Alisa grabbed her hands and held them. Of course, if the religious girl knew all of the reasons why Megan was blushing right now, she would probably flee the apartment for fear of the corruption of her soul. She wished Alisa could understand everything about how she felt, but she knew that, even if they spent every second together for the next year, it was unlikely that she could convince her. But she might have to try, at least.

“Well…yeah,” she replied, with a heavy sigh. “I am, and I plan to do it forever…I would try to talk to you about it and try to explain why itâ€s not wrong, you know, but I donâ€t really like making theological arguments. Itâ€s just a matter of loving who I love.” She looked up at Alisa and saw the silver-haired girl crying, which damn near broke Meganâ€s heart. “Itâ€s good to know you think Iâ€m a good person…as for what it means…I mean, I guess only you can tell yourself what it means.”

Alisa heard Megan's words and nodded slowly. She wasn't looking to get into an argument. And she definitely wasn't mad. She was confused. Nothing was making a lot of sense right now. "But..." She said, turning her head. "How do you KNOW?" She said and looked up at Megan. "How do you KNOW ... when you're in ... l-love?" Alisa said and sharply turned her head. She could barely take this. But Megan had had lovers before, even if they were girlfriends. Even if THAT was wrong, loving someone wasn't and Megan was still in a better position to give advice on the general subject of love than anyone else Alisa knew.

Alisa slowly turned back and looked at Megan. "D-D-Do you have one? Do you have a g-girlfriend now?" Alisa asked timidly, shaking as she asked. if Megan said yes, Alisa wasn't sure what she would do.