Go to church

You're not much of a church-goer. When you were first dating Amber, she talked you into going a few times, but the sermons were mostly boring and, quite frankly, you thought the ministers a little lacking in logic. As a computer programmer, that was a major no-no. Still, going to church has three things going for it.

First, it always seems like there are cute girls going to church... and not that many guys. Second, there's the whole prosperity gospel thing and the idea of prayer being a way to manipulate the universe. And third, there's Amber. She might be there. You get a little surge of blood to your dick when you think about her... even though that's associated with anger. Damn, you want that bitch begging to be allowed to suck your dick while you plow one of her friends.

It takes a second, as you enter the church, for your eyes to adjust to the dimmer light inside.

You wait patiently. It certainly wouldn't do for you to sit somewhere only to find you were nestled up to some ugly old woman or, worse, a fat smelly man.

When your eyes adjust, you check around. Okay, there are some prospects. There's a Hispanic-looking girl sitting with her family in the back row, an Asian girl sitting by herself in the middle row, and, near the front, there's a redhead... oops, it's Amber.

You decide to check them out carefully before committing, ignoring the usher who's trying to talk you into heading for a seat a million miles from any of the girls.

The Hispanic girl is the youngest... but certainly at least eighteen. She's wearing a tight pair of pants with visible panty lines... and those panties are sexy thong-types. She's got a nice round figure, round ass, round tits, round face with a beautiful smile, her white teeth gleaming in the contrast to her tanned face. Her dark hair cascades halfway down her back. She wears a cross necklace that nestles between her big breasts, almost as if calling attention to them, almost as if she's giving Jesus a boobjob.

She notices you looking at her and, before you can look away, gives you the faintest hint of a smile.

On the other hand, her father does not look happy to see you. Still, he's at the other end of the row from the girl, with an older woman, probably the girl's mother, in between.

The Asian girl is studiously not looking your way. She's slender, with minimalist tits and her hair is cut short. But she's wearing a short dress that exposes a lot of long, elegant thigh. You confess that you developed a bit of an Asian fetish back when you were twelve and read a James Bond book that talked about how Asian girls are trained, from a young age, to give pleasure to men. You since learned that was just Ian Fleming's fetish, and that sexual stereotyping is really evil but that knowledge hasn't changed your fascination. The thigh-high boots the Asian girl wears does nothing to diminish your fantasies.

Finally, there's Amber. You always thought of her as the ultimate in femininity and you're interested in whether your recent history will change that.

She's not as round as the Hispanic girl, nor as slender as the Asian girl. Instead, she's a sort of happy medium. A lot of curves but nothing over the top... except her breasts. Her breasts are... out of proportion to her body. Lots of guys had asked you, in secret, whether they were augmented because they couldn't believe a relatively small girl could carry around such massive weights. And Amber had occasionally complained about her sore back from lugging those things around although she'd never actually mentioned breast reduction surgery.

As for the rest of her, green eyes, red hair, just a few freckles across the bridge of her nose and down her cleavage. She's wearing a little black dress that, according to your obviously outdated sense of church propriety, would work better as a Saturday party outfit but it displays her assets to perfection, highlighting her tiny waist and her bubble-butt.

Your boner is straining in your pants now.