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Some beauties attend church and not all of them are angels. Its been my experience with several church girls, that if Im polite and patient for two or three dates, I can enjoy any type of sexual fun except intercourse.
I attend the ten oclock service at a nearby church I wont name. Im welcomed at the door and given a paper with the words to songs well sing. When everyone is seated the organist plays several religious tunes. Next we stand and sing. The minister gives a twenty minute sermon and we sing again. He sits down and a woman with a good voice sings two songs accompanied by a pianist. Every time we stand to sing I look for pretty women not escorted by males.
The two hour service is finally over and the bag is passed for donations. I have a ten dollar bill in my hand. I quickly switch if for a hundred dollar bill. Im sitting on a aisle seat and the girl passing the bag is a beauty. She hands the collection bag to me to put in my money and pass it down the row. I make sure she sees it is a hundred I put in the bag. Her eyes widen a bit. She was already smiling.
I had found Janet in a church. A different church than this one. I had attended the service of several churches before I found her. Church is over and as we walk up the aisle to exit the church I ask an elderly lady, Whos the blond girl that passed the collect bag.
Oh, her name is Cheryl. Isnt she sweet? She lives near the church. She volunteered to help serve the refreshments after the service; in the adjacent hall. We gather to socialize and have Coffee or tea and sweet cakes the members bring. Will you join us? I havent seen you here before.
Yes, my first time here. Im Jack Kimble, the local Real Estate broker. Id love to join yourgathering.
I enter the big hall and see Cheryl is one of the women behind a tandem string of tables covered with cloth. She is the youngest and she is gorgeous. There are dishes of various cakes and paper cups for coffee and hot tea.
I pick up a cup of coffee and walk to where Cheryl stands serving cakes on paper plates. Im in line and there is no one behind me when its my turn. I say, Hello, Cheryl.
She looks surprised. You know my name.
I asked your name. Im Jack Kimble. Are you going to have cake and coffee?
Wellafter everyone is served.
Will you sit with me? Ill wait to eat with you. I dont know anyone here.
Her surprise evolves into a smile. Yes, I will.
I choose a table no one else is using. She finishes serving and comes to sit across from me. She asks, Did you like the service?
Oh, yes, very much.
She nearly floors me by winking a long lashed eye and saying, I think its me you like better.
My approach has been too obvious. I try to joke to cover my chagrin. That I wont deny. But I also liked the story of
Shadrach, Meshach and A Bed-we-go.
She chuckles. You appraise me a nave church girl.
Two out of three. You are a girl and you are in church.
What do you do, Jack.
Im a Real Estate broker in town. What about you?
Im the possession of an immensely rich man who had me educated. Im free to do most anything I wish. I like to swim, snorkel, ski and travel. I have a credit card with an unlimited amount to fund everything.
I grin thinking shes teasing. I ask, What are you a princess? He your father?
No, Im one of his slaves.
Cheryl, neither am I nave.
She nods. I know. I seldom tell anyone unless I think they are going to ask me for a date. Are you?
Of course, I am. Youre so attractive.
She cuts me off to ask, Desirable?
I have to chuckle. Ive never tried to date a girl so boldly candid. I admit, Yes, and you know you are.
She sighs. I guess. Lots of guys hit on me. When do you wish to date me?
I figure she has nothing but free time and wanders over to the church on Sundays. How about this afternoon?
How should I dress?
Bathing suit. You said you like to swim and weve got a great beach here.
She soberly says, Okay. But I know why you wish to take me swimming. You want to show off you manly physique.
I know shes teasing from her grin. I play along and ask, Are you going to wear a bikini?
Im forbidden to wear a bikini.
Who says you cant?
My chaperons. I have six. One of them will have to go swimming with us.
Youre teasing.
No. I can date; swim, ski and dance with guys. But it angers me I cant dress in clothes they consider risqu. No short dresses with Vee necks; I have nice breasts.
My God, Cheryl. Youre an adult with mind to choose.
Im on a leash. Tell you about it sometime if we hit it off. Still want to take me swimming?
She gives me her address and I escort her out of the church; there is a man waiting on the steps for her. She doesnt introduce me. I watch him put her in the rear of a black Lincoln town car and drive away. Her chauffeur looks to be a formable character as large as I am. I wouldnt want to fight him as he probably has a black belt in the martial arts. Most bodyguards do.
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