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Grace Cox smoothed out her skirt. It was a blistering summer Sunday; the sun was scorching in the middle of the sky. She didn't want to be outside on a day like this, but it was her Catholic duty to go door-to-door preaching after mass. Three doors had already been slammed in her face today. People made her nervous and the constant rejection at almost every corner was discouraging. Lisa, her one and only church friend, had told her to bake cookies. "People are more approachable if you come to their door offering cookies and God's message," Lisa had told her. The man at the second house had ripped the box of cookies out of her hands before she had even opened her mouth. And she couldn't stand talking to the family at the fourth house with no cookies to offer them. Grace was no good at preaching, even with the cookies, it turned out. She really wished Lisa was there to give her a hand.
As she approached the next house, Grace was feeling very out of place in her heels, not to mention her fine black skirt and her puffy white blouse. She had tried to look nice and professional for her house calls today, but the scorching heat had caused her to remove her light jacket and open a few buttons on her blouse, revealing more cleavage than she had meant to. Naive, innocent Grace did not realize that her large pale tits were practically popping out of her top and now looked even more inviting, glistening with sweat. The skirt was probably a few sizes too small, but she loved the way it stuck to her legs. It was hardly enough to cover her jet black panties, her panties lines were feintly visible against her ass. The black heels she was wearing made her shapely legs look even longer. With her glasses and her long brown hair held up in a bun, she was the epitome of a sluttly librarian.
"I may as well just give up, this door-to-door bullcrap is too old school," she told herself. She walked up the steps to her sixth house. The rusted numbers on the side read, "45" but there was a faded mark where a "6" should have been.
"Maybe I'm just in the wrong side of town." The church divided up part of the city for the assembly to go to. Grace picked one of the older neighbourhoods near the downtown core that the other patrons avoided. She felt embarrassed that no one else would sign up to come with her but she didn't blame them. It was a rougher part of town and those kind of people weren't exactly accepting of God's message. People of the congregation also had been avoiding it ever since Heather, a young girl of eighteen, had gotten knocked up. Her parents claimed she was raped, and although Heather never told what really happened to her, she admitted she wasn't raped. No one had touched that area since, Grace was the first in a year.
Grace shuddered, she couldn't imagine the horror that the young girl must have went through. Heather was the same age as her own daughter, Amanda. When they were together in public, Grace would watch boys of all ages paw her daughter with their eyes. Behind closed doors she couldn't fathom what they'd do to her. She had left Amanda at home, satisfied that she went to mass with her that morning. Grace's mission downtown was a solo one.
She wished her husband was more religious, with him at her side she would feel much more confident. He told her that it just wasn't his thing early on in their relationship and that she would have to accept him for that, which she did. Still, even if he was there as a bodyguard...
Grace adjusted her glasses before knocking quietly on the wooden door. She waited a minute for an answer but no one came. "I should just give up," she muttered. With her cool blue eyes, she examined the rest of the house. The white paint was peeling off the siding and the windows were covered with bedsheets. The green paint on the door was faded and cracking. The garden was unkempt and the stairs leading to the front door were crumbling. It was amazing she even made it up them without twisting her ankle.
She knocked again, louder. The sun was really beating against her back. Her forehead was getting sticky; even her hair felt greasy. She had put it in a bun earlier to prevent it from getting noticeably gross, but it just felt messy now. Her mascara hadn't began to run yet but she was worried that it soon would. Grace didn't wear a heavy amount of makeup but she wore enough to make her look good. Rosy blush to soften up her cheeks; red flush lipstick to draw attention to them. Her sweat wouldn't be enough to ruin it but it wouldn't help her look either. A bead of sweat was even forming between her asscheeks. She could feel it roll between her crack, stopping right at the hole. Finally she heard movement on the other side of the door.
"Just a moment," a man called out. There was rustling on the other side of the door followed by a loud crashing bang. The door creaked open on its rusty hinges and a young man jumped out at her. He bumped into her causing her to topple into the railing behind her. The door rushed to shut itself behind him.
He grabbed out to steady her. "Sorry about that! Roommates like to store their crap behind the door making it near impossible to open. How can I help you today ma'am?"
Grace shrugged his hand off of her arm and straightened her back side. Her skirt felt bunched up on her ass. She straightened her glasses and looked up at the young man. Her gaze began at his knees and worked his body up. He was shirtless and very handsome. His chest and abs looked sculpted, hairless too. He was actually only in his boxers she noticed at second glance. His arms and legs were thick from the gym. There was a light brown fuzz around his chin which suited him well. The rest of his brown hair was piled messily on top of his head. She was speechless.
"Oh, are you one of those Jehovah's?" he sighed when he spotted the pamphlets under her arm.
"Uh no not quite, I'm just a Catholic," Grace corrected him, "here to spread the word of God on this lovely day." The young man stared at her. His blue eyes were sharp and intimidating. Grace couldn't help but look away. "Can I have a moment to speak with you?" she said while looking at the railing.
She heard the man scratching his scruff under his chin. He let out a soft sigh. "Sure why not? I'll go wake my roommates too, Peter loves preachers. Would you like to come inside? Who am I kidding, come inside you look hot."
The man pushed the front door open and Grace followed. They stepped over a couple of fallen boxes that must have been the source of the crash. The door slammed shut automatically behind them. "Don't worry about your shoes, you can just leave them on," he told her, "I'm Ted by the way."
"Oh, I didn't even introduce myself! I'm Grace." They shook hands and exchanged smiles. She followed him through a dimly lit hall to what appeared to be a living room. "Have a seat, I'll go get the other guys." She was told.
He left her there to pick a spot on one of the three dingy couches placed on each of the walls. They somehow managed to afford a flat screen, mounted against the wall but apparently not a nice couch. She sat on the one that was the least ripped across from the door and TV and waited. "Get up, we got company," she heard the man say from upstairs. "No I don't care if you put pants on just get up."
Grace shuffled the pamphlets in her hands. The men sounded like elephants coming down the stairs. Ted entered the room first, a large grin plastered on his face. He took a seat beside her. He was followed by a young man with a similar build to him, a nude man who looked just as good as the other two, and a tall man wrapped in a blanket who launched himself at the closest couch. The other two sat beside each other on the further couch. Grace couldn't help notice the nude man's cock. It was larger than her husband's by an arm's length. He laughed when he caught her looking and Grace looked away blushing. The other guys chuckled with him.
"Boys, manners! This is our guest," the man beside her said. "She's here to tell us about God and stuff. Miss, the tall man is Brian, the naked one is Peter, the normal one is Jesse," They waved to her in unison.
"Hi boys, I'm Grace from the Holy Sacrament Parish on the other side of town."
"Oh we know people who go to that church... Er... Rather a girl that goes to that church," Ted commented.
"Oh really, what's her name? I probably know her!" Grace said excitedly.
