In the car, he patted Marcie's bare knee. When he put the car in gear and drove away from the house, she reached across and rubbed his penis. He shook his head, certain that for what he was about to do he was going to hell.
Marcie walked ahead of him into his apartment when he opened the door. Oliver held his breath. His heart was in his throat. What was he going to tell Joann if she was there, that he brought a girl home to commit carnal acts with her? That would go over well.
But Joann wasn't home, and he let his breath out. What time she was going to get home he didn't know, but he hoped that for what he and Marcie planned to do they had enough time to finish before she did.
She stood in the center of the apartment, looking around.
"It's nice," she said.
"Thank you." He tossed his keys on the counter bar.
"I hope I have a place like this one day."
"Well, you can't have this one. I'm still using it," he said, and she smiled. He put his hands in his pockets. "What should we do?"
She shrugged. "You could show me your bedroom."
"Just like that? We just go to the bedroom and that's it?"
"I guess. What else is there?"
He scratched his head. "I don't know. I guess I imagined there would be something more romantic involved."
Her fingers tugged at the bottom of her cut-off top, pulling it tight over her hard nipples. "You could make me dinner."
"Your father said he wanted you home for dinner. It wouldn't be very good if I spoiled your dinner, would it?"
"Maybe if we worked at it hard enough I would be hungry enough for two dinners."
They both chuckled at the joke. He reached up and touched her cheek. Her skin was soft and delicate, like the flesh of a rose petal. Her face turned up and her lips parted. He bent forward and kissed those lips. She moaned. Her hands rested on his chest. He pulled his shirt out of his slacks and unbuttoned it all the way down the front. She reached inside and pressed her palms to his bare chest.
"I love your body," she said.
He put his hands on her hips and pulled her firmly against him, rubbing the lump of his erection against her belly.
"Yes. I love your body as well."
Marcie lifted his hand. "Take me to the bedroom now. I'm ready."
She was smiling as he led her into his bedroom, and her cheeks were glowing. She plopped herself on the corner of his bed and bounced a couple of times.
"It's a good bed, a good big bed. I bet you've had sex with a lot of girls on this bed," she said.
"I've never had sex," he said. He searched the top of the dresser. Where did he put those condoms?
"Never?"
"No, never. The church doesn't allow it."
"But Pastor Nowicki has a wife and a son. He has sex, doesn't he?"
"His situation is different," he said. He looked through each drawer of the dresser.
"I think you should be allowed to have sex too, whenever you want."
He turned to her, his hands on his hips, ready to correct her, but his argument vanished in the air and his mind blanked. Here was a sight before him he never expected to see: Marcie was laying on her back on his bed with her knees bent and spread, presenting herself to him.
"Oliver? I wanna be your first," she said in a tiny voice that was suddenly that of a little girl again.
He swallowed. Never in his life had he seen a sight as beautiful as this little girl ready to copulate. And she chose him.
He walked to the bed on shaking knees. Her eyes followed him. The tip of her tongue poked between her puffy lips. Her legs parted wider, as if in invitation. He moved between them and put his hands on her knees. Marcie hooked her heels around the backs of his legs. Oliver leaned over her, pressing his hands into the mattress to either side.
"What do you want me to do?" she said.
"Kiss me."
Her eyes closed and her lips parted. He closed his own eyes and kissed her softly. His weight bent her legs back and forced the hard ridge of his penis against her warm mound. Her hips moved and her hands came up to touch his arms. He pressed his groin harder against her crotch and groaned. In his experience, nothing ever felt so good. Was this what the Bible meant when it spoke of the pleasures of the flesh?
"Oliver?" she whispered in his ear.
"Yes?"
"I wanna suck on your dick first, before you put it in my pussy, ok?"
"Yes, that's all right, I suppose," he said.
The door opened. They both turned to look. It was Joann, with one hand on the doorknob, her mouth hanging open.
"Sweet Jesus, Oliver, what do you think you're doing?" she said.
He fought for something to say, but nothing came out. Joann turned and walked away, leaving the door open.
"Joann, wait," he shouted, and pried himself from between Marcie's legs.
Joann was in the middle of the living room, her hands on her hips.
"Joann, listen ..." he started.
Her face was black. She pointed to the bedroom with her finger like it was a dagger.
"How could you do this to me? How could you do it to yourself, Oliver? You are violating your oaths to the church."
"I ... I ..."
"You should be ashamed of yourself, taking advantage of a girl like that. You should be thankful I don't call the police. I should at least call Pastor Nowicki."
"Joann, listen please ..."
"I should have realized something this morning when I saw that you were aroused," she said, pointing to his crotch. She stared for a second until he covered the hard bulge with his hands. She pulled his box of condoms from her pocket. "I found these on your dresser. Imagine how naive I feel to think you only had them to help someone else. Now I know you planned to use them for yourself."
"What were you doing going through my room?"
"I think that is irrelevant right now, considering you were about to have sex with a girl. It's a good thing I stopped you," she said. Her voice was a shriek and her eyes blazed.
"Joann, I'll have sex if I want to."
