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The warm afternoon sun begged to be basked in. The light filtered through the grayness of the light fog that had settled in the woods, it's heat not enough to burn away the haze, but warm enough to caress bare skin with a soothing eroticism. Sister Mary of St. Catherine's decided to take advantage of the rare afternoon and have a picnic in the woods near the Lake. She also managed to convince her three closest friends at the monastery, Sisters Louise, Margaret, and Catherine, to venture out into the woods with her. It didn't take much convincing, as long as they'd be back by Mass, of course.
The quartet went walking through the familiar woods, Sister Mary had the picnic basket slung over her arm, the other three falling in loose rank behind her. The air was sweet with the smell of blooming honey suckle and the richness of life that comes with the first warm breaths of fresh spring air. It was a delightful switch from the musky convent, its ancient stones seeming to mildew from the inside out.
The path they took wasn't questioned as they marched lazily to the lake. The water was pure and clean, the lake deep, but not deep enough to be too cold to swim in at this time of the year; the sun warmed the water quickly, as well as the slate and shale that formed its shores and basin. After a short and lovely march, the sisters arrived at their destination. The picnic basket was sat down, a red checked ground cloth was unfolded and the sisters sat in the sun, enjoying the feeling on their faces and hands; everything else was covered by their habits.
"I don't know why we have to wear these things," Sister Louise said flatly. The others turned their concerned expressions to their distressed sister. This was not the first time she had expressed discomfort while wearing her habit, but they at least understood what she was talking about. Their dress was designed for simplicity, complacency, and obedience, as well as not a little sacrifice of comfort. It was not designed to be loose, open, airy, or easy to wear; they were Nuns, not whores, and they had pointed this out to Louise several times in the past. Margaret was the first to point it out this time.
"We wear these habits to keep our minds pure and free from concern over material things like clothes and to keep our bodies chaste," she said, nodding. The other two followed along, with a patronizing smile warping their faces.
"What are we keeping chaste out here? There are no men present to gaze upon us! We are alone in God's creation, why should we not experience it with the bodies that God gave us?" Louise said and pulled her hair free of its confines, its dark, loose curls shaking free down past her shoulders. Margaret gasped at the brazenness of her friend.
Louise shook her hair out, glad to have it open and flowing in the wind. Every breeze and every breath of air flowed through it unrestricted, the feeling making Louise warm in her center.
"She has a point," Sister Mary said, standing up and taking her hair out as well. Her red locks fell loosely about her shoulders, just a little shorter than those of Louise, but burning bright as copper in the sun light. She, too, reveled in the feeling of the warmth of the sun and the breeze through her hair. Sister Catherine followed suit, her light brown hair shaking out to the middle of her back, hanging straight from her head. She tucked it behind her ears and tucked her knees up to her chin. Three sets of eyes moved to Sister Margaret.
Margaret sighed deeply and let her hair down as well, shaking her thick blonde hair out, letting it hang wildly about her shoulders. All four let out a happy sigh, all four letting the sun warm their bodies, taking rapture in the almost forbidden joy of being not completely in their uniforms. They sunned themselves like kittens for a few moments before Louise broke the silence.
"I feel like swimming," Sister Louise said and stood up.
"I do, too, but we didn't bring our..." Sister Catherine began, her words fading to a mumble while she watched Louise strip quickly out of her habit. She was bare beneath, her alabaster skin shining lightly in the sun. Three pair of eyes were devouring Louise's body like hungry lions at a feast, and all three pairs were drawn to her freshly shorn pubic hair.
"Sister!" Margaret exclaimed dreadfully, pointing at the bald mound of Louise's pussy. Louise looked down, separating her delectable bosom, taking the opportunity to thumb her nipples as she did so.
"What?" she asked innocently.
"Reverend Mother has explicitly explained that we are not to shave our pubic hair; that is a mark of harlots and harlots have no business being in convents!" Margaret half-shouted, her voice gone shrill from excitement and anger.
"Reverend Mother also caught me fucking Father O'Malley and Bishop Grady," Louise said, sticking out her tongue. "She said if we're going to have whores in St. Catherine's, they will look the part and I was instructed to shave my pussy at the beginning of each day as punishment. God doesn't hear the prayers of whores, but she feels that it will ease my place in Hell."
"Sister Louise!" screamed Margaret. Louise was sure that if she was any louder, they'd hear her five miles away the Monastery. "When we return I shall tell the Reverend Mother of your blasphemy!"
"What about it? She's the one that caught me fucking them. Or is it blasphemy you're going to try to get me in trouble for?" Louise asked, rolling her eyes.