Help out Marcus at the church

After leaving Amy’s dorm, I remembered the phone call with Marcus. He said he’d be at the church setting up for a youth retreat. I made my way over there getting myself cleaned up as best as I could. As I arrived Marcus saw me. He waved me over and gave me instructions on what to do.

I helped Marcus move the folding tables into the fellowship hall, my hands still faintly smelling like Amy's skin. Just moments ago I was making Amy scream and moan, now here I was moving chairs with her boyfriend like nothing had happened.

"So how are things with Amy?" I asked, sliding a table against the wall.

Marcus grinned, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Really good, man. She’s been an amazing girlfriend. This might be TMI but we're still saving ourselves for marriage. It's tough sometimes, but we both want to do it right."

He grabbed another chair. "I'm thinking about proposing near the end of the school year. Got the ring picked out and everything."

"That's awesome," I said, stacking another table. "She seems like a great girl."

"She is," he replied, his voice full of pride. "I can't wait to make her my wife."

I nodded, thinking about how Amy had looked with my load dripping down her chest just twenty minutes ago. Marcus kept talking about wedding plans while I helped him arrange the room.