Alejandra Salazar cursed herself under her breath. Why the fuck had she gone to Sierra's mother?! Was she really that mad? She remembered the night of the breakup: how Sierra had told her she was poly, how she'd wanted Meadow and Krystal to be part of their relationship, how she'd called Sierra a fucking cheater, the way Sierra stormed out of the room screaming that they were done. Alejandra had felt so hurt and angry. The Puerto Rican girl had wanted revenge. She actually told Mrs. Belville everything: that Sierra was a lesbian (Dios knows she had inside information), that she'd been hanging out with a treehugging hippie and a lawless punk rocker (it felt so satisfying to drag Meadow and Krystal into the controversy), and that she'd quit shaving. The thought of what Mrs. Belville would say to Sierra had been worth being screamed at for being a "Godless lesbian foreigner who corrupted my baby girl!" for ten minutes straight. It had all seemed hilarious at the time.
Then it all went wrong. Alejandra had bumped into Sierra's sister yesterday, who told her that Mrs. Belville had bullied and blackmailed Sierra into lasering off all her body hair. Alejandra's stomach had dropped at the news. Sierra had been so proud of her body hair. It symbolized her newfound freedom and getting comfortable with her own body to her. And it was pretty fucking sexy, Alejandra had to admit. Now it was gone forever – a fundamental part of Sierra's identity. Alejandra had never wanted that.
After that, Alejandra rethought everything. She now understood that she really loved Sierra. She'd be willing to involve Meadow and Krystal if that's what Sierra needed to be happy – mierda, they were actually pretty cute now that Alejandra thought about it. After asking around, she discovered that Sierra was at Meadow's place and rushed over to apologize. She only hoped anyone would let her in after what happened.
Meadow answered the door in a towel. Had she always been that hairy? It made sense on a hippie, but Alejandra had never noticed it before. "Alejandra?!" the hippie asked. "Alejandra Salazar?! I thought Sierra broke up with you."
"SHE DID!!!" screamed Sierra from inside. "She's the bitch who told Mom about my hair! Tell her to fucking leave me alone!"
"No, wait!" pleaded Alejandra. "I heard about the lasering and I wanted to apologize!"
Meadow turned around. "Your call, Sierra."
"You may show Alejandra in," Sierra's voice said icily. Mierda. Alejandra had usually been Allie to Sierra. She only used her full name when she was angry with her.
Alejandra sheepishly stepped inside. A sex party was obviously in progress, judging by all the nudity. Perhaps some makeup sex would smooth things over. Sierra stood naked in the middle of the room with her arms crossed, glaring daggers at Alejandra.
Alejandra ran over to the love of her life. "Sierra, I—Oh, thank Dios! I thought you'd already done it!" All of Sierra's beautiful ladyfur was completely intact. "Don't go through with it! Fuck your madre! That puta can't tell you how too live your life! We'll stop her somehow!"
Sierra scowled. "I actually DID go through with it, Alejandra. Long story. What do you care, anyway? You're the bitch who snitched!"
"And you think I don't hate myself for that?!" Alejandra wept. "For getting you hurt by that puta?! I cried through the night after your sister told me! I didn't understand how much I love you before that night! I do! I truly, deeply LOVE you! I don't even mind that you're polyamorous anymore! We can be a happy, sexy group with Meadow and Krystal! Can you PLEASE forgive me?! I've never been sorrier for anything in my fucking life!"
Sierra stared into Alejandra's teary eyes. She was being sincere. Sierra smiled. "Sure, Allie." She grabbed Alejandra by her dark, curly hair and pulled her close, kissing her light brown skin. Alejandra stroked her girlfriend's downy arm hairs as their lips explored each other.
After the kiss broke, Alejandra had a question. "What did you mean about having already gone through with it? You still have all your body hair."
Sierra giggled. "Meadow did that. She bought this magic brush at some store and regrew it! Sorry, does that sound crazy, Allie?"
"Don't worry, Sierra," said Alejandra. "I trust you."
Sierra smiled gratefully. "Meadow gave herself all of that hair she has, you know. And she brushed that humongous pussy bush onto Krystal."
"She didn't always have that?" asked Alejandra as she marveled at Krystal's puffy bush with admiration and more than a little envy.
"Just a little landing strip," answered Sierra.
"Think I could have a go with the brush?" asked Alejandra. "I've always loved your body hair. It's time I grew some myself."
Sierra shook her head. "I want to touch up mine, and Krystal still has most of her body to do. After the stunt you pulled with Mom, I think it's fair for you to wait your turn."
Alejandra sighed. "Yeah, that's fair." At least she'd get to watch the others until it was her turn.