Sun, Sermons, and Special Friends

“How do I know?” Megan repeated, her eyes widening a little when Alisa asked the question. She hadnâ€t really been expecting to be asked about how she knew when she was in love. She was in a tough position. She hadnâ€t really given advice like this before, and, since Alisa didnâ€t really approve of the sort of people Megan fell in love with, she had to be sure to approach it in an inoffensive way. “I…guess itâ€s not really something that happens consciously. Do you know what I mean? You donâ€t think it, at least not until well after the fact…things just sort of fall into place, and then I realize a little later, ‘Oh, hey…I love her.â€â€ She shrugged. “At least, thatâ€s what happens for me. Itâ€s pretty casual, I guess. But I can fall in love with a girl right away and not realize it for a few hours, or days…”

Once she was finished, Megan was hoping they would move onto a different subject, but Alisa had one more question. “I…donâ€t. Not right now,” Megan answered. “I havenâ€t since I came here.”

Alisa listened to Megan's words with wide eyes and attentive ears. As far as she knew, she was getting sagely advice. Alisa would just have to replace the girl part with boy parts. But that was frightfully intimidating. She could barely talk to girls, how could he talk to boys? She wished that she could do what Megan did. Girls were so much easier to talk to. If she could fall in love with someone like Megan, then... it would be perfect. Other than the Hell part.

Alisa's eyes lit up when Megan said that she didn't have a girlfriend. She didn't understand why her heart began to race but she shook it off. "Ahh..." She turned her head and stood up. "There's still... hope?' She said sheepishly. "Ahh... We need to get to the beach!" She said, clapping her hands. "Let's clean up and head out. Even though I'm not looking forward to getting into that outfit, I still want to splash around and feel the rays of the sun on me. The world that God has created for us is a splendor we should not ignore!"

For a moment, Megan thought that Alisa looked a little surprised, or excited, or…something when she mentioned that she didnâ€t have a girlfriend right now. The brunette didnâ€t really know what it could be that had made her special friendâ€s eyes light up, but it was gone after just a few seconds, and Megan decided that she was only engaging in some wishful thinking.

“Hope?” Megan repeated, a little confused. Before she could ask for clarification, however, her friend had already changed the subject, and Megan smiled, glad that they could finally go to the beach after what had been an awkward visit to her apartment. “Y-yes!” Megan cheered, clapping her hands as well. “Letâ€s get going. And once again, let me just say thanks. Youâ€ve been a very good sport about the swimwear I picked out for us, even though you donâ€t like it. Let me just say that I think it actually suits you very well!”

Alisa's eyes widened when Megan spoke. She shook her head quickly. '"No no. It's nothing.' She said and grabbed Megan's arms. "Let's go! We don't want it to be dark by the time we get there, right?!" She said and eased Megan towards the door.

"I don't know about all that. I ... thanks, though?" She said. Alisa blushed deeply. She was still dreading putting on those strings but she had to fulfill her promise. She just tried thinking about how much fun they would have at the beach and not about what she would be wearing while they were there.

Alisa was ready to bolt out the door, it seemed, and Megan was happy to go along with her, slipping her hand into that of her special friend as they left her apartment and began their journey to the beach, just a cab ride away. She was excited to get there, and get a chance to see more of Alisa in the tiny string bikini which Megan had picked out special for her. She hoped that the conservative, religious girl would loosen up a little and manage to have some fun, despite what she would be wearing.

“Itâ€s going to be so fun matching with you,” Megan chirped cheerfully, as they made their way back downstairs and out onto the street, carrying along the tiny swimsuits. “I really think the bikini suits you. Who knows? You could grow to be pretty comfortable in it, once youâ€ve worn it for a little while.”

Alisa followed Megan into the cab, holding hands the whole way. She was excited too, but also a little nervous. There was also the incredibly weird feeling between her legs and she kept fidgeting in the cab. She just kept squeezing her legs together and closing her eyes.

"It's... really hard not to itch!" She said as she whined to Megan. "H-How do you do it!? I hope the salt isn't going to make it worse! Nyeeeeeh! Megaaan!" She said and flopped into Megan's lap covering her face with her eyes and squeezing her legs together.

It was obvious that Alisa was still a little uncomfortable, squeezing her thighs together as she tried to get used to her newly bare crotch. Megan smiled encouragingly and kept her hand in her friendâ€s, using the other one to lightly stroke the girlâ€s soft silver hair as she collapsed into her lap.

“Hey, hey, itâ€ll be alright,” Megan assured her religious friend gently. “It should stop itching soon, I hope. If anything, the water should make it better…I think it will.” She leaned down over her friendâ€s curled-up body, resting her chin lightly on top of Alisaâ€s head. “I wish there was more I could do for you right now, Ali…”

Alisa pouted but nestled against Megan. "Not make me wear that bikini?" She said, turning her head to look sheepishly at Megan. It was worth a shot. As she turned her head, her lips pressed against Megan's chin. She opened her mouth and pressed her teeth against Megan's chin. "Ohnohnohn." She said and pretended to bite on the chin. She grinned and giggled at Megan before the cab suddenly stopped.

Alisa realized how silly she was being and instantly sat up into a stiff position and quickly hopped burst out of the cab. Her cheeks were red and she looked down. Her body was stiff and she paid the cab driver quickly and rushed to the beach. She then stopped halfway and looked back. She lowered her head and marched back to Megan, not looking at her. "biKINI?" She said, her voice cracking as she held out her arms. She just didn't know what she was feeling right now.

Megan smiled a little when her silver-haired friend made that small suggestion. When she had seen how uncomfortable the bikini made Alisa, she had thought of letting her off the hook, and, indeed, had mentioned it to the religious girl, but Alisa had been intent on following through on her promise. Well, Megan liked seeing her friend in the bikini, so she, of course, hadnâ€t argued the point.

When her chin was nibbled on, Megan squeaked in surprise, and then giggled, smiling back down at her friend and taking a couple of playful retaliatory licks at the top of Alisaâ€s head. Then, the cab stopped, and Alisa hopped out, leaving Megan in her dust as she made her way down towards the beach. The brunette followed in her wake, and, soon, Alisa was walking back to her, arms outstretched. With an encouraging smile, Megan put the tiny white bikini in her friendâ€s hands.

“Youâ€ll look great,” she promised softly.

"Nooooooo!" Alisa said as she shut her eyes tightly and shook her head. She tugged the bikini out of Megan's hands and turned around, fleeing towards the changing area. She got inside and unfurled the lengths of twine that seemed to be what she was supposed to put on. The bottom looked like it was worn like an eyepatch. She put it over her eye and made a 'yaarrr' noise before giggling. She then froze again. This was just too hard.

Alisa slowly began to strip down until she was completely nude. She looked a herself and frowned. She was completely hairless except for her bright, silver hair... and under her arms. Alisa frowned. If there was one good thing that might come from this, it was that she might be a lot less hairy when all was said and done. At least her legs were smooth.

Alisa put the skimpy bikini on and watched as it barely covered her breasts, her stiff nipples poking through the fabric instantly. She tried her best to press them down and make them go away but it was difficult. next was the bottoms and she wriggled as the string invaded her butt. Her face was red the whole time and when all was said and done, she shambled out of the changing room with her legs bowed and one arm covering her chest, shuffling along with her eyes closed. If SHE couldn't see herself, then no one else would see her, right?!