Chapter 13

Inside the confines of her tiny apartment, Sister Gabrielle paced from her bed to the bathroom and back. Where was Cara? She should have left the school shortly after the nun. The apartment wasn’t that far from the school. It hadn’t taken Sister Gabrielle long to bicycle it. So where was Cara? She should have been there by now.

The only times Sister Gabrielle’s pacing stopped was when she paused at the side of her bed to glare at the apartment door, begging for the doorbell to ring. But each time, the disappointed nun turned and continued onward toward the bathroom. Finally, there was a knock. Sister Gabrielle ran to the door and flung it open. She saw Cara for an instant before the girl rushed past her like a gust of wind. Sister Gabrielle closed the door and locked it. When she turned around, Cara body-slammed her against the door and wrapped her arms around the nun’s waist with her face buried in her chest.

Cara’s arms tightened around her teacher, her lover, the love of her life. “I missed you,” she said.

“I missed you, too. So much. You have no idea how much.”

Cara tilted her head back and smiled. “Then kiss me.”

Sister Gabrielle pressed her lips to Cara’s. That set the girl off. Cara clawed at Sister Gabrielle’s dress, pulling it up until she got her hand between the nun’s legs. She slid the hand into the loose leg opening of the baggy underwear. Just as quickly, she jerked her hand out and backed up.

A stunned and breathless Sister Gabrielle asked, “What’s the matter?”

“You need a shave.”

Sister Gabrielle blushed. “Oh. I’ll do it later.”

“You won’t have to. I’ll do it for you now.”

“But it’s something I should do myself. It’s, you know.”

With her head tilted to the side and her finger tapping her chin, Cara studied Sister Gabrielle. “You said you love me.”

“I do. With all my heart.”

“I want the kind of love the women have in Mom’s novels. A no holds barred love. That’s what I want. I don’t want to worry about doing something you think is dirty. I want to shave you, but you make it sound dirty. Don’t make it dirty.”

“I’m sorry.” Sister Gabrielle giggled. “I’ve been living in a convent, you know.”

Cara smiled. “Then I’ll forgive you. Get your clothes off and show me where you keep your shaving stuff.”

Sister Gabrielle blushed, but she forced herself to unbutton her dress. Although older than Cara, she had lived a sheltered life. An unworldly one. Even after all the two had done, it was all new to her. Foreign to her. But she pulled her dress over her head and, in bra and large underwear, carried it to the closet. The underwear was so baggy it drooped over her butt. She was reaching for a hanger when Cara snatched the dress out of her hand and flung it to the floor.

“You can hang it up later,” Cara said, “we don’t have all day.”

Cara didn’t wait for a response. She jammed her thumbs into the waistband of Sister Gabrielle’s large underwear and yanked it down to her ankles. She looked up from her knees.

“Take your bra off,” Cara said.

“To shave me?”

“No, silly, to get you naked.”

Cara stood up and unbuttoned her own blouse. She tugged the shirttails out of the skirt, opened the two remaining buttons, and took the blouse off. She attacked the button on her plaid skirt next and then the zipper. The skirt dropped to her feet. Unlike Sister Gabrielle’s oversized ugly underwear, Cara’s pink panties were skimpy and tight fitting. The white bra came off next.

Sister Gabrielle stood wide-eyed, ogling her student. Cara’s body was thin and firm with a flat belly and a deep belly button. The pink panties were cut high at the legs and low at the waist, leaving a large area of soft, smooth skin between it and the belly button. They were a pale pink, thin enough to tease the nun with a shadow of the girl’s slit. It wasn’t until Cara shoved her panties down that Sister Gabrielle finally removed her bra and let it slip from her fingers.

Sister Gabrielle stepped out of the underwear tangled around her feet and went to the bed where she sat on the side and removed her shoes and socks. Cara plopped down on the floor to take off her own shoes and socks. She had one foot in the air as she wrenched the knee-high white cotton sock off. Sister Gabrielle stared between the girl’s spread legs. She had never thought a vagina could be pretty. Sister Gabrielle hoped Cara thought hers was just as pretty. No thought of the sin of vanity entered her mind.

Cara stood up and stared at Sister Gabrielle’s crotch. Her head was tilted to the side with her chin cupped in her hand. “How long’s it been?”

“I, um, only did it that one time.”

“You have to do it more often. Probably every other day. You have a lot of hair. And it’s dark. Maybe every day. Show me where the shaving stuff is.”

With Sister Gabrielle leading the way, the two padded to the bathroom with Cara staring at the nun’s bare ass. Sister Gabrielle pointed to the razor and tube of shaving gel in the combined bathtub/shower.

“Sit on the toilet and spread your legs,” Cara said. “Like if you were doing it yourself.”

Cara turned the hot water on in the sink and held her fingers under the flow until it got hot. Then she closed the drain and filled the sink before turning off the water. There was a washcloth on the sink. Used by Sister Gabrielle on her face, but what the hell. Cara submerged it in the steaming water while her eyes were glued between the nun’s spread legs.

“You better lift the back lid and sit back down,” Cara said.

“Why?”

“So the water can drip into the toilet.”

Sister Gabrielle stood with her feet apart and knees bent, reached behind herself to flip the toilet lid up, and sat back down. She didn’t have to be told to spread her legs. One knee hit the side of the bathtub and the other the side of the cabinet. Cara submerged her hand into the warm sink water, came out with the washcloth, and, cupping it in two hands, whisked the dripping washcloth to where Sister Gabrielle was sitting with spread legs. She slapped it on the nun’s crotch and spread it out like an old-fashioned barber preparing to give a man a shave. Except it wasn’t a man and it wasn’t a face. The excess water from the washcloth trickling into the toilet bowl sounded like light rain in the otherwise quiet apartment.

Palming the washcloth, Cara pressed it against Sister Gabrielle’s groin and squeezed her crotch. That caused more water to drip into the toilet bowl. Then Cara peeled the washcloth off and flipped it into the sink with a splash. She squirted a dab of shaving gel onto Sister Gabrielle’s warm, moist mons and then two more, one on each side of the slit. Sister Gabrielle dug her chin into her chest as she watched. Her heart raced. Both from the trepidation of a teenage girl preparing to use a razor on such a delicate place and Cara’s hand touching her there.

Laying her palm flat on Sister Gabrielle’s groin like she had when the washcloth was on it, but now directly on the skin, Cara massaged the gel over the mons, labia, and inner thighs. Sister Gabrielle’s eyes lidded. She moaned. It felt good to be touched there again.

When Sister Gabrielle opened her eyes, the entire area was lathered and Cara held the razor just below her belly button. She watched the razor slide down, stopping before the cleft, leaving a smooth line. Cara didn’t hesitate. She made another sweep of the razor and another, using her other hand to pull the skin taut. Soon all the stubbles on her mons were gone.

Cara reached for the sink to dab the razor in the water and then leaned in closer, carefully placing the razor on the outer edge of one of the labia. At the thigh. Sister Gabrielle held her breath and strained not to move. The last time Cara had used scissors. This time a razor. A sharp blade was touching a very private, delicate area. With a speed that surprised Sister Gabrielle, the razor glided over her skin in short strokes until the entire area was shaved.

Cara leaned closer to inspect her work. Close enough for Sister Gabrielle to feel her warm breath. It tickled. Not a ha-ha tickle. It aroused her. Cara’s thumb skated back and forth over the shaved labia from one inner thigh to the other, dipping into and popping out of the slit with each pass, checking for any missed spots. That sent shivers throughout Sister Gabrielle’s body and a tingling in the area.