Katie is hot

“I want Katie,” you say after deliberating for a while.

“Why Katie?” Angie asks.

“Church girls are pretty notorious gobblers, Angie,” You say matter-of-factly.

“Oh right, how could I forget,” Angie says sarcastically. “But you got yourself a deal. I’ll bring her here around 1, just say hi, introduce yourself, and then I’ll fake like I have to go to the bathroom and I’ll come get you.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you say. Angie skips up to her room, typing rapidly on her phone as she does so. You turn down a movie in the living room, a cheesy slasher with gratuitous nudity, settling down on the couch with your hand in your pants.

Angie scrambles down to the door a couple minutes before 1,

“Hey Ange!” says Katie sweetly.

“Hey gurl!” Says Angie, throwing her hand back like a reality show diva. Katie walks into the living room. Her tawny, strawberry blonde hair is done up in a cute bun, save for a couple loose ‘slut strands’ that dangle on the sides of her face. Her knee length black skirt does very little to cover up her dump truck ass and thighs, they stretch it around her bottom almost to its breaking point. Her calves and feet are covered with black, almost see through leggings. You move your eyes up to her chest, her round sweater puppies mildly concealed by a baggy grey V neck sweater. A white collared shirt and a black tie under her sweater complete her outfit, she would look quite normal at a bible reading or church event. Angie snaps her fingers in front of you.

“Hellooooooo, are you gonna say hi or just stare at her like a dumbass,” she snaps at you.

“Oh, um, Hi Katie,” you say, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of your mouth. “How are you?”

Katie gives you a polite wave and smiles. “Come on Katie, let’s go upstairs,” Angie says, shaking her head. You hear Katie whisper something to her, the girls giggle and patter up the stairs. You watch the last 15 minutes of your movie and head up to your room, closing the door behind you.

Before you even sit down, you hear Angie’s secret knock at your door. You spin around and open up for her.

“Ughh I’m kinda remembering why I don’t hang out with Katie anymore…” She says in a dejected voice. “She is OBSESSED with the whole ‘God’ thing.”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“She’s been talking about it NON-STOP since we went upstairs. God, church, Jesus, you should hear how she talks about Jesus. I swear to God she wants to fuck him.”

“Oh she’s ‘serious’ serious about it,” you remark.

“Yes. Vanessa used to call him ‘Katie’s Imaginary Boyfriend.’”

“Wow.”

“Yes wow. And honestly I wouldn’t really care that much if she didn’t try to **** it down my throat every waking second.”

“Interesting.”

“It is interesting.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment without saying anything.

“Well, I guess I should get a move on,” you say casually.

“Yeah, you should,” Angie says. “And come meet up with me when you’re done, I took some notes from our stream last night and I wanna go over them with you.”

You saunter down to Angie’s room, opening her door without knocking. Katie, flustered, squeals a bit when you open the door.

“OH my gosh you just scared me so bad!” Katie pants, her hand over her heaving chest. Her face is bright red from embarrassment. “I thought you were Angie and when I saw a man I freaked out a little bit.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” you say nonchalantly. “Where’s Angie right now?”

“She’s in the bathroom, she should be back soon. Wanna sit down while you wait for her?”

“Sure!” You say, taking a seat in the chair next to Angie’s bed. “Whatcha got there?”

“Oh it’s nothing, I’m working on my bible study right now. Do you believe in God?”

You’re taken aback by this, not even 3 sentences in and you’re already talking about God. “Uhh, yeah I guess I do,” you mumble. “Definitely some kind of higher power.”

“Not just any higher power, sir, GOD. G-O-D God, the one who created our universe? And our savior, his son Jesus?”

You put your fingers on the bridge of your nose and sigh. “I don’t know, Katie, it’s very complicated. Can we talk about something else?”

“Why would you want to talk about something else?!” She squawks. “Do you wanna go to Hell when you die?!” You sigh again as Katie continues to ramble.

“Jesus Christ gave his life for our sins,” she continues, growing a little hot around the collar. “That is the bravest, noblest thing a man could ever do. Now, you just have to accept him as your savior, and he will save you.”

“Wow, he sounds like a really great guy,” you say sarcastically.

“He is,” she says, not detecting your sarcasm. “I just wish I could’ve met him before he died. Tall, strong, wise, with long, curly locks of hair and blue eyes…”

“Jesus was probably a 5 foot tall Jew, Katie, where the fuck are you getting this description from?!” You say, exasperated.

“No he wasn’t! He was 6 feet tall and he had blue eyes, I’ve seen a million pictures of him at church.”

“You mean drawings of him?! There’s no way you actually think Jesus looks like that.”

“I do and he does, and you should stop badmouthing him before God strikes you down.”

“What the hell are you even talking about?! Tell him to strike me down right now.”

“No.”

“Why? Scared he’s not gonna actually do it?”

“No, using the Lord’s name to hurt someone else is a sin.”

“I thought all you had to do was accept Jesus as your Lord and savior and it doesn’t matter if you sin or not.”

“I’m not talking to you anymore. I’m going back to my bible study, I’m gonna read about Jesus and how Good he was instead of listening to a sinner ramble.”

“Oh my god, Angie wasn’t kidding, you really DO wanna fuck Jesus.”

Katie gets flustered at this. “ExCUSE ME?! What did you just say to me?!”

“I thought she was exaggerating, but it’s true. Have you ever thought about what his dick would look like?”

“I’m not even going to dignify that question with a response.”

“Would you suck his dick if he asked you to?”

“If he was my husband, yes.”

“Would you let him fuck your throat and cum in it?”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Ahh, I’m beating around the bush. Come here for a second, would you?”

Katie, a bit puzzled, slides off the bed, standing in front of you.

“What? What do you want?”

“I want you to pray for me. I fear my soul has taken a dark turn and I need support and guidance.”

Naive Katie smiles, overjoyed that her incessant babbling about God has finally gotten through to someone. She kneels at your feet, clasping her hands in prayer.

“Our father, who art in Heaven,” she begins with her eyes closed. You stand up silently, tugging at the strings of your sweatpants.

“Let us pray, for our friend David, who is a sinner.”

You drop your pants to the floor.

“Please Lord, may his soul be saved, for we cannot save it ourselves.”

Now throbbing, you aim your dick in front of her face, hovering your other hand a few inches from Katie’s tawny brown hair.

“We thank you God, for your infinite power and wisdom, Amen,” she prays, doing the symbol of the cross on her chest. Proud of herself for saving another sinner, she opens her eyes to find you butt naked from the waist down, grinning at her with your dick an inch from her mouth.

“Gotcha!” You cry.