God botherer

You turn off the video and put on a robe before answering the door.

You open the door to see a pretty, young woman. She is dressed in a white shirt, and grey skirt and has her ash-blond hair tied back in a pony-tail. Her face shows the friendly smile of either the con artist or the devoted.

“Good morning,” she says. “Have you accepted Jesus as your personal saviour?”

She notices your state of undress and her spiel falters.

“I-I’m sorry did I wake you? Perhaps I could come back another time. Would you like some free reading material?”

“No,” you say “please come in. I would like to talk to you about your faith.”

The truth is you think it would be fun to play around with this girl and see how much you can embarrass her. She comes in and sits down on a seat across from you. She seems uncomfortable and keeps looking down at your barely concealed breasts.

“I have a few questions I’d like you to clear up about you faith,” you say, “before I decide to accept Jesus”

“Fire away,” she says. “I’ll try to answer them honestly”

You decide to see if you can shock her.

“I’ll get straight to the point then. I’ve heard that Christians are against masturbation and I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that. I like pleasuring myself.”

She is only momentarily taken aback before she answers.

“While it is true that the Catholic church considers masturbation a sin most Protestant churches disagree. They do not consider it a real sin, however I believe that God would prefer that the sexual act be performed between two people who love each other, as a way of strengthening their relationship, and not merely as a recreational tool. Still there are some times when it is necessary to engage in self pleasuring in order to clear our minds of ungodly thoughts and I am sure God understands this, just as he understands that we need food and water.”

“Really?”

You are somewhat surprised at her composure. You decide to try again.

“What about homosexuality?" You ask. "Jesus is against that isn’t he?”

“Yes. Along with a passage in the Old testament there are a number of places where St Paul condemns the act of homosexual intercourse. That is not to say that God hates homosexuals, but the act itself is condemned in no uncertain terms. Why do you ask, do you have male friends who are gay?”

“No,” you say getting into your role, “but I’ve had a few … lesbian desires before”

“Oh,” she says again looking down at your breasts and bare legs.

As she does you ‘accidentally’ open you legs just enough to give her a glimpse of your pussy.

“Well," she continues a bit distractedly, "the thing is there is nowhere in the Bible that explicitly condemns lesbian relations. Some claim that the prohibitions on male homosexuality obviously should be applied to female homosexuality, but all the passages are explicit that it is men they are referring to. In other words there is nowhere in the Bible that condemns lesbian feelings or acts.”

“Really?”

You notice that the young woman is beginning to squirm uncomfortably in her seat. Not, obviously, from what you are asking her, but possible from the effect that looking at you is having.

“So, two last questions," you warn. "Are you gay or bi and are you attracted to me?”

“Um … maybe I should go,” she says getting up

“No," you say standing up also and moving to block her exit “You said you’d answer me honestly”

“O.k. yes I’m gay and yes I find you attractive, but that’s why I need to go. I’m not sure I can continue to discuss my faith in these circumstances.”

“But you said that God would prefer that the sexual act be consummated between loving couples than carried out on our own,” you say

“I don’t even know your name,” she says.

“Joy,” you say.

“Margaret,” she says. “But Joy, I don’t love you. I don’t really even know you”

“But doesn’t Jesus say you need to love everyone? I know that about him.”

“Yes but he didn’t mean …”

You walk up and begin to undo her shirt buttons.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop,” you say

“I … I … I,” she stammers

You finish unbuttoning her shirt to reveal the cups of her white lace bra and the creamy skin of her breasts. They are perfectly shaped B-cups, firm and luscious, but small compared to your own bust. You reach around Margaret's back and unhook her bra.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” you repeat

She looks at you and in answer grabs your head and plants her mouth on yours…