The Church of WtF
Part 02
The Baptizing
Please note: The Church of WtF is a parody of religion. It does not refer to any existing religion (as far as I know), but if you're easily set up by mockery of religion, please refrain from reading it as it's supposed to be a fun read and not designed to offend anybody.
After my encounter with the two women, I had been waiting impatiently for Sunday to come.
They had enthralled me, the lightheartedness with which they were handling the sex-topic was absolutely irresistible. I felt like a teenager kissing for the first time.
All of my life, I had learned, sex was something you did behind closed doors. Anything but vanilla was a sin anyway. No sex before marriage and all the other bullshit, the religious radicals propagated. I felt hate, rising in my stomach, but the thought of Elenore and Cara instantly evaporated it.
"Talk about doing good," I thought, "All those bastards, telling you what to do and what not to do, trying to rule your life - seeding nothing but hate. But those two girls with one simple rule from the heart had radiated love, not desire, not lust, but true love."
I needed to meet them again.
I took a subway close to the address mentioned on the flyer and found it shortly after exiting the station.
It was a simple building. No glamour, no wealth presented on the outside. A small sign at the door read "Church of WtF - Cum on in".
I smiled to myself reading it again and again. But it was there, for real.
So, I entered.
A young man was seated behind a desk. When he saw me, he stood, smiling broadly.
"Welcome to the Church of WtF. I'm Dave. Are you here for the gathering?" he asked.
"Ahem... I don't know. I mean... Elenore and Cara visited me..." I stammered.
The man's smile widened. "Ah Elenore," he said, his eyes lighting up, "she's one of a kind, isn't she?"
"Er... She sure is. But...," I replied, feeling blood rush to my cheeks.
"Don't be embarrassed! For sure they told you about being true about your own sexuality!" he said, brushing my shoulder with his hand encouragingly. "I hope you had a real fine fuck back then."
I was flabbergasted by the openness, but for sure, I loved it. I enjoyed it immensely after the years of holding back my sexual feelings.
"I love, what you are doing. Not, what you're doing to me physically. What you do with my mind. I love it," I said, near tears of joy.
I felt like a gigantic weight had been taken from my breast and I could breathe for the first time in ages. I hugged the man. And he hugged back. Strangely enough, it felt not awkward, it felt absolutely normal.
"You might not know it yet. But you're here to stay; I see that in a person." he proclaimed.
Seeing still doubt in my face, he explained: "Don't be afraid, you'll join the gathering and can watch the baptizing. No pressure - if you want to, you'll join us, if not - no problem at all."
Then he continued, "Don't be alarmed, but there is something very special about our gatherings: We must insist on formal clothing. I'll call for someone to help you.
He opened a door and called a woman named Tara. She wore a tight red robe, not really hiding an appealing body.
"Hello, I'm Tara. I'll guide you to the gathering. Please follow me," she said, smiling as if we had known each other since childhood.
I said goodbye to Dave and followed her. She took me to a changing room and showed me my locker. To my surprise, she started unbuttoning my shirt and helped me out of it. She hung it over a hanger and put it into the locker. She turned back to me and started unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans.
I must have blushed intensely. At least my head felt hot and she seemed to have noticed.
She smiled, saying "Don't be embarrassed. Every body is beautiful, there is nothing to hide. You will get used to it in no time."
Pulling down my jeans, she took my underwear with it. She was kneeling in front of me, helping me out of the jeans, when I couldn't restrict my dick anymore. It slowly raised - to my utmost embarrassment - directly next to her head.
She smiled broadly, kissed the tip of my erect member and said "Calm down, my little friend - we'll get to that later."
She put my jeans and underwear along with my shoes into my locker and closed the door.
"Won't need a key - nobody will steal here anything. It's not possible."
She gave me a similar robe like she was wearing and said "We don't wear anything under it. We're absolutely pure."
"You might notice, that it's impossible to hide your arousal wearing the robe. That's our commitment to being true about our sexuality. If you're attracted to somebody, there is no embarrassment in it. You are allowed to show it - no - you're required to show it."
She directed me to the next room, holding my hand and leading the way.
It was a large room, filled with about thirty people, roughly half and half women and men.
"Don't worry, you'll get acquainted with them in no time," she smiled encouragingly and left me standing.
