Too late

Carrie was too fast for Erica and yanked her into the bathroom before she could protest. "Ok Erica! Strip and sit in the tub for me," she said as she pulled out a fairly substantial looking reusable razor and clipped on a fresh 6-blade attachment.

"Are you high? I'm not letting you shave my pussy!" Erica glared daggers at the girl. Carrie looks over her shoulder with a deadpan expression. "Well if you WANT to go out there with pussy hair hanging out like an over stuffed scarecrow we could head out now." Erica's face went beet red as she blustered.

"What! Tch... No it's just... Uh... W...Why can't I just shave myself?" With the same expression firmly in place Carrie turned to face Erica, arms folded and brow raised." It's 87° out there, Erica. Tell me, why are you wearing long pants again? Oh, that's right. The last 3 times you shaved your legs, they were a mess!" Erica deflated at this, remembering the cuts and the rash. Not to mention the missed patches of hair. She also knew that she was completely out of hair remover and even if she had some, she couldn't use it near her pussy.

"God... Damnit! Fine, you win, but no funny business." Through the door she heard Alicia call out. "I believe in you Erica! You're a braver soul than me." Erica scowled as she gripped the hem of her top to pull it off. "Oh shut up, Alicia!" A few moments later Erica was siting in very warm water that wasn't even as high as her belly button. Carrie was kneeling on some dirty close from the hamper by the tub. Much to Erica's shock Carrie reached down into the water and started massaging her pussy.

"What the fuck Carrie!?" Carrie shook her head and held up a knowing finger as she said, "cool your tits, princess. I'm making sure the water soaks in and opens your pores. That way, when I start shaving, it won't damage your skin." This sounded just logical enough to bare, but the massaging was starting to get her wet. Thank goodness she was in water.