"You made it."
"I promised you didn't I?" Monica Gift met her friend Thea King at the door of her Father's Church. Thea was wearing a long chorus gown and nearly tripped over its hem as she hopped in glee clapping. Monica calmed her with a hug so tight they both nearly toppled to their side. Eyes all around her made Monica sweat. Ninety five percent of the congregation was African American. Not an issue to Monica but their looks at her relayed a different story. Luckily for Monica, Thea and her date Garrett were able to mentally convince everyone that Monica was their honored guest. Garrett specifically throwing his gigantic arms out to his sides with an expression of "WHAT?" Their judgment seemed to lead to a more relaxing demeanor. For now.
"Awkwarrrrd." Monica shivered until Garrett placed an arm on her shoulder with a caring grin.
"I got your back."
"I'm fine. I think they're warming up to me. At least the men are." She ribbed him lightly with her elbow, "Maybe it's my cleavage."
"Probably a little more sin that this church has seen in a good while." Thea sighs.
"Hey I could always wear one of those choir robes."
"Can you sing?"
Monica fidgets a bit before wincing. "Well...when I sing in the shower the water refuses to spray until I stop. That should give you a hint."
"Don't drain the baptismal well." Garrett chuckles.
"Ooooo! I've never been baptized. Wet t-shirt contest Thea?"
"There is no hope for your soul." Thea scowls, "My Daddy would throw the good book straight at you."
"As long as that book is Fifty Shades of Grey. Sort of Purgatory right?"
"Hopeless I say." Thea giggles.
"Braless too, oh Sister of the Braless Brigade." Monica reaches out to palm both of Thea's tits, "Wow! No bra. I'm soooo proud of you."
"Me too." Garrett blushes trying not to laugh. Thea pelts him with her knuckles accompanied by a deadly sneer, the second the gentle giant looked down at her he sighs, swatting at open air, "Is there a mosquito in here?"
"Landed right here." Monica swiftly slaps Thea on the butt. Thea in a panic looks to the ogling congregation.
"We go to school together. Trying to save her soul. Might need an exorcist." Thea in her ramble was sweating hard. Too many of her family members were watching. Some amused but others eager to pounce with Bible verses and hellfire. Monica was ready for anything. The evil within her knew she could get the men on her side with nothing but a wink or bending over. In her tight white dress with rose colored flowers printed on it, the satiny material tended to recede between her butt cheeks a bit more than it should. Not wearing underwear led to that guilty pleasure. At least the skirt of the dress almost touched her knees instead of her hips. That could have been scandalous.
"Come meet my Mother." Thea snatched up Monica's hand to lead her through the pews. Most of said seats were filling up rather quickly so stepping in front of people was necessary to get anywhere. At least Thea was polite in saying "Excuse me." multiple times. Monica would explore the faces of many men in passing. Some her age, others a bit older. Her friend Darius and his girlfriend Cheyenne sat together chuckling at Monica. Each person that she scooted in front of looked down at Monica's ass as she went by. A lot of closed eyes and mumbling lips were seen to be reciting, "Dear Lord..." with unheard prayers. Every guy here today was going to need repentance. Behind Darius and Chey sat his ex-girlfriend Thelma, she seemed overly amused by everyone. Including her own Father Morton who sat next to her.
"Who's the white girl?" Morton winced at his daughter with the most amazing hair extensions ever seen. Thelma knew how to get men to check her out as well. Hearing her Father take interest made Thelma hesitant.
"Monica Gift. We go to school together."
Darius turns in his pew to offer his two scents worth. Cheyenne fanning herself with a service pamphlet noticed that Darius seemed to want to look back quite a lot. Using Morton as an excuse to flirt with Thelma she surmised. Chey tried to keep an open mind.
"Crazy white chick Mort. The things that girl's done would make you wanna jump up and beg to save her soul." Darius chuckled then glances at Thelma's tits. Her eyes although amazing were slightly ignored. Thelma would settle for that, slut that she was. Even her Father knew that fact about her, yet defended her to the end.
"You think she might need some laying of hands?" Morton studied Monica's trek through the congregation at Thea's insistence.
"She would probably demand more than yours." Thelma snickered.
"You should offer that Mort." Darius grinned sharing his pearly whites like Nick Cannon in the house.
"Don't encourage my Daddy." Thelma hissed trying to relax her Father who was exerting too much effort in looking over Monica from a distance. His mouth was even watering. Who knew her Dad liked white girls? Thelma scowled with a cocked eye brow.
"No excuse. No excuse." Monica would repeat to those she passed to counter Thea's "Excuse me." Some laughed, others frowned, especially the wives and grandmothers. More than a few husbands were swatted for paying too much attention to Monica. Every eye she met made the girl confirm her theory that even in church men lusted. HARD!
Reaching her Mother up on stage with the other choir members Thea motioned her Mom to step down and meet her friend. "Momma this is my friend Monica. Monica this is my mom Queenie."
"It is very nice to meet you Monica."
"Likewise...Queenie King? I can see who wears the pants in the family." Monica chuckled then clammed up at the woman's scrutinizing glare. Uneasy Monica apologizes. "Sorry. I couldn't resist."
Suddenly both Thea and her Mom burst into laughter, "HONEY? YOU GOT THAT RIGHT." Queenie added. To her right another woman added her opinion with, "Lord have mercy. Child you need a shawl to cover...those." A careful point toward Monica's chest made Miss Gift lower her chin to view her own cleavage.
Thea to the rescue improvises with, "I talked Monica into joining the choir for the morning. She can sing beside me."
"Delightful." Queenie found pride in the moment, "Take her back to the wardrobe room and find a gown to fit her." Giggling Thea drags Monica along for the ride yet again. As they leave Queenie tells her sister Lola, "See? Not all white girls are without hope." A grim, "Mmhm!" from Lola led to disbelief.
"Oh my God! Thea I told you I can't sing."
"Just move your mouth I'll sing." Thea bubbles as they begin their search on the hangers for a gown to fit Monica's height. "Here try this one on." With a nervous wince toward Thea she begins to remove her dress. Thea bulges her eyes, "You wear it over your dress silly."
"Not if you're making me do this." Monica razzes her with an extended tongue.
"Monica this is a house of God. Please don't do this."
"Nobody is going to notice. The neckline touches our throat." Monica was pure evil today. Right there in the back room she unzipped her dress slipping it over her succulent curves in order to step out of it. Wearing only her heels she dares to dance in the open before Thea's covered eyes. While dancing holding her gown two young men a few years older than the girls stuck their heads into the opened doorway. Jaws dropped, the two African American charmers looked at each other before barging right in.
"Who's your friend Thea?"
Trembling at the sight of the two men Thea uncovers her eyes to see Monica holding the gown to her chest. At least she was covered. Twisting in step Monica turned her back to the boys offering them a full bare backside. They checked her out in style. Thea went ballistic forcing Monica to turn away from the boys. "STOP IT THIS INSTANT."
"We were all born nakie. What's the big deal?" Monica winked at the boys. Extending a hand to shake Monica nibbles her lower lip, "Hi. I'm Monica. Who are you two handsome devils?"
"Stop talking about the devil in my Father's church." Thea insisted stomping her foot.
"Hey Monica. I'm Dewain and this is Brandon." The boys both raise their hands at once. Knowing Monica too well Thea grabs the gown holding it in front of Monica's nudity as the brunette beauty lets the gown go in favor of using both of her hands to shake theirs. If Thea had not predicted her move the men would be drooling over a full frontal.
"Party pooper." Monica razzes her again.
"Daaaaaang! That's some bold shit." Dewain admits rubbing his chin's thin goatee.
