The Church of WtF
Part 04
Recruiting
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.
My mobile rang. To my excitement, Cara was on the line. She told me that Elenore couldn't accompany her today and she had planned to find new members. So she'd wondered whether I would be ready to take Elenore's place.
The thought of spending a day with Cara made me feel more than good, so I accepted - no questions asked.
Half an hour later, we met at the subway station and walked a while to get to the place where she wanted to start.
She rang the doorbell at the first house. A man opened and she replayed the usual intro: "Good morning Sir, sorry to impose, but would you consider having us talk to you about the Church of WtF?".
"No, thanks," the man said and closed the door without further goodbye.
She shrugged and turned around, heading for the next house.
At the fifth refusal to talk to us, I noted, "Perhaps you and Elenore simply are a better teaser than you are, when I'm with you."
"Nonsense - that's the usual quota. We'll find somebody, be patient!" she replied. "The world is full of people too indifferent or too bad to be of interest to us. It would be a great success if one in a hundred joined."
At the next door, a woman in her thirties opened. "Good morning Madam, sorry to impose, but would you consider having us talk to you about the Church of WtF?"
I could see in her eyes, that she was about to answer in the negative when a nearly visible 'click' went through her brain. "The Church of What the Fuck?" she asked.
"Precisely," Cara answered.
"Well - I haven't planned anything currently, so do come in. That sounds at least funny. But I'm not buying anything!" the woman in a defensive tone of voice.
She showed us the way to the living room and offered us something to drink.
"I'm Bianca. So, tell me about your church. But I have to warn you: I'm an atheist, so you might have a hard time with me," the woman said.
"Well, I'm already getting hard when I see your defined legs in that yoga pants you're wearing," I thought, noticing my dick twitching.
Aloud, I said, "Thank you so much for talking to us. This is Cara and I'm Jack."
"The Church of WtF is not about the usual divine entity. The Church of WtF is about - as the name suggests - an act. The act of fucking," Cara lectured gravely. I had a déjà vu. They had learned their text by heart.
Bianca's face shifted from friendly neutral to wide astonishment to mild amusement, then to a bright smile.
"You're kidding me, are you?" she asked. "Where's the camera?"
"Nope," I replied, "that's it. Really."
She thought about this, then she said: "Your church is about the act of fucking?! That's fucking gorgeous - pun totally intended."
"Our members are simply open about their sexuality and don't care about the rules society imposes on us," Cara explained. "We know only one sin - that's not being true and open about our sexuality. As long as nobody gets harmed everything else is allowed."
Bianca pondered the thought for a while. "I have to admit, that's an intriguing thought," she said.
"I was married once. My husband came out after ten years of practically sexless marriage."
"We divorced, and since then I'm having problems trusting anyone - because I know everybody is biased by the stupid rules society and faith poses on them: either they lie to get you in bed or they lie about their feelings," Bianca explained - her head hanging.
"That's precisely why we founded our church: if people want sex, they should be allowed to tell and don't deserve to be passed judgment upon. If people want love, they should also be allowed to tell without limitations. If you want to be with a single partner forever, that's fine by us. If you wish to change partners daily or ten times a day, that's also fine by us. You can have several partners at once - also fine. We don't get envious, we don't restrict," Cara commented. The only thing we ask from our members: they must not lie about it. They must not trick or cheat.
Again, she pondered this for quite a while. Then Bianca replied, "Let me get this straight... If I were a member, it would be ok for me to tell you that I haven't had a good fuck for years, and I'm longing for one so badly?"
"No, it WOULD not be ok. It IS ok. Our faith expands to everybody, member or not," I said slowly, emphasizing every word, getting up and reaching out to her.
She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Cara followed. She helped me undress Bianca. Slowly her clothes went.
"Are you sure...," Bianca started. A deep kiss from me stopped her in her tracks. I opened her bra, and Cara pulled down her panties.
Bianca looked hesitating at Cara, "I'm not... well... I don't...", she stammered.
"Take the first step!" I told her, "Out with it. You don't have to hold back."
Bianca took a deep breath, looked at Cara, and said, "... I'm not homosexual."
I made her sit directly opposite to me and made sure, our eyes met while speaking to her. "Let me ask you some questions, Bianca."
The nodded.