Mary and Wesley woke to the sound of Mary's phone.
It was Shelley.
"Church?" she reminded her.
"What's the time?"
"Half past eight."
Church started at nine. If Mary wasn't there, it would be too suspicious.
"Come get me!" Mary demanded, impolitely.
"Grrr," Shelley barked, but she would come. They would only just have time.
"What are you doing?"
Wesley asked sleepily.
"Church."
"Church?"
"Shelley is coming to get me. Now. What can I wear? Where's the bra I left here from Friday night?"
"Huh, I don't know."
"Aaah!" Mary ran around the house looking for her clothes. She found her shorts and pants by the sofa, her top by the door. Her overnight bag had nothing but her toothbrush and hair and face stuff. She had completely forgotten about church. She couldn't wear shorts and a polo shirt to church.
"Shit."
Not only had she started having sex, she'd started swearing.
"Where are you now?" she rang Shelley to ask.
"Almost there."
Shit, too late to ask her to bring clothes.
"I need something to wear. Quickly. Aah!" Mary went back to scream at Wesley. "You must have something?!"
Wesley reluctantly dragged himself out of bed to rummage through his wardrobe. Everything of his was way too big, and anything previous girls had left behind was not appropriate for church.
"Try this." Wesley put a long khaki shirt on her. The tails fell almost to her knees.
"It looks like a potato sack."
"I can fix that."
He pulled out a khaki woven canvas belt with a slip catch instead of holes. Loose around her waist it pulled the shirt in enough to look like a mini-dress.
"It's too short."
"Less thigh than your shorts from yesterday."
"Shoes!" she panicked.
"Follow."
Wesley led her to the apartment entrance and opened the shoe cupboard.
"Knock yourself out."
"Wow. Girls leave their shoes behind? How do they get home?"
Wesley shrugged. "They're just spares."
"These heeled sandals will do."
The doorbell rang and Mary opened it without thinking. Shelley gasped at full-frontal Wesley. He wasn't hard, but it was scary enough hanging soft.
"Hi there again," Wesley waved sheepishly.
"Don't look at him," Mary scolded Shelley, realizing her own mistake. "Turn around."
She stepped over to kiss him. "I'll come straight back."
"I'll make breakfast. Well, brunch."
At church, Mary got some frowns but just passed as acceptable. Coming in with Shelley helped, and they were just in time.
Mary hoped no one realized she had no bra or pants. The wooden pews were cold on her ass through the thin material, she had to force herself not to squirm.
In the panic, Mary had forgotten one important thing.
Maxwell.
As soon as she remembered him Mary slyly looked about, wondering where he was sitting. She spotted him, with his older brother off to the side at the back. He was unashamedly staring right at her.
"Eek."
The service was longer than Mary could ever remember. She looked around at all the good people, all the good girls. Last week she was one of them. Now... now she was there on false pretenses. She was a liar. She was a cheat. She was a sinner. She was wearing a boy's shirt with no underwear to church. She had sperm inside her shaved vagina. Who did that?
Mary looked at her mom and dad sitting at the front. They were good people. She didn't want to hurt them, they would blame themselves. For the moment, though, Mary couldn't stop. She regretted Friday night with Bud tremendously, that had been an act of stupidity. But it had led unexpectedly to Wesley. She would never have met him otherwise. Mary wasn't sure how she felt about him in the long run, but she hadn't had enough of him yet. She wanted more. Wesley made her want to be naked like it was the most beautiful thing. His touch was electric, she tingled at the way he palmed her bare ass. When his cock went in she lit up. Was that how her mom felt when her dad... ech, best not think of that.
"Stop fidgeting," Shelley told her.
"I'm not." She was. The seat was cold on her legs, and she could feel bits of air leaking from her pussy. She hoped it was dry.
After forever the mass finished. Mary spoke briefly with her parents but they were busy with friends, this was their only real social circle.
"Let's get out of here in case Maxwell wants to..."
Too late
"Mary."
"Maxwell."
"Maxwell."
"Shelley. Good morning. Mary, can we talk?"
Mary and Shelley looked at each other.
"It's got to happen eventually, I guess," Shelley shrugged, "I'll wait by the car. Don't be long."
Maxwell led Mary to the spot where they usually went after church, on the other side of a hedge. It was private but within earshot.
"Mary..."
"What?"
"I heard what you did with Bud."
"What did I do with Bud?" she asked defiantly.
"He rang me."
"He rang you?" That was a surprise.
"To warn me to go to the doctor."
"The doctor?" Mary was confused.
"Sexual disease," Maxwell whispered
"Oh, that?" Mary laughed.
"I know you were just winding him up, you can't have a sexual disease."
"Of course not."
"But it does mean... you were with him."
"So?"
"You admit it, you had sex with that bastard Bud?"
"You wanted me to have sex right? So I did."
"Not with him!"
"Well, you annoyed me."
For a while they said nothing. Mary did feel sorry for him. She had wanted to make him feel bad for the way he had treated her, but she had gone too far. She'd hurt both of them. Maxwell came forward and hugged her. Mary held him too. His touch and smell were so familiar. But Maxwell did something he didn't usually do.
He brought his hands down to her ass.
That wasn't like him.
Feeling around he sensed something was missing.
Maxwell had no real experience with women's underwear but definitely Mary's ass was too smooth. He reached under and brought his hand up the back of her thigh. Mary gasped as he held her bare ass. She could feel his erection grow inside his pants.
"Holy... Mary... you're not wearing any panties."
Mary hated the word panties, it made her cringe.
She didn't answer, what was there to say? Maxwell felt and squeezed her backside, amazed she was bare under.
"I want to have sex with you."
"I know. But we can't."
