Marissa was working on her MCAT prep when there was a knock at the door. Jenny went to get it.
"No, please, come in, come in."
Two young women came into the apartment. One was short with blonde hair, while the other was taller with silky black hair. Both were dressed in long skirts and wore name badges. They were Mormon missionaries, nineteen years old: the blonde was Sister Cindy, and the brunette was Sister Rebecca.
Jenny winked at Marissa as she led them into the living room.
"Yes, I've been interested in religious studies. This is Marissa, my roomie. We'd both love to learn more about Mormonism. Right, Mar?"
Marissa wanted to say no, but Jenny gave her a look, a wicked one, one she knew well. She had to admit she was bored with her studies. But if the missionaries got too pushy she was going to ask them to get lost.
"We've had doors slammed on us all day," Rebecca said. Her satchel strap cut between her ample breasts. "Thanks for letting us tell you about the Word."
"Yes, thank you," Cindy said, seeming a bit more shy with a ribbon in her blonde hair.
"Come sit and have a drink. You can drink water, right?" Jenny said with a wink.
The girls laughed. They sat together on the couch. As they drank glasses of water, they went into their spiel for a while. Jenny sat in a chair before the missionaries and listened, blinking with interest, while Marissa tried not to seem too bored. She sat at the table with her books, tapping her pen. She wondered where this was all going. She probably should get back to work.
"That's all very interesting," Jenny said. "Hey, why not have a little hard lemonade? I was about to have one. You, too, Mar?"
Rebecca looked at her mission partner. "We shouldn't."
"Oh, come on! They're refreshing. Just have a few sips."
Jenny brought over two opened bottles of Hard Mikes. The missionaries accepted them, sipping shyly.
"Not too bad, huh? Have another if you like! We have plenty."
"We do?" Marissa said.
"Yes. We do."
Marissa rolled her eyes at her roommate's meaningful look. She glanced at her MCAT book. Maybe it was time to tell the Mormons to beat it... The joke wasn't that funny anyway. The girls sat drinking for a while, chatting about various things. Finally, Jenny spoke up in her commanding, yet seductively sweet voice:
"So don't missionaries have to do chores or services for the people they see?"
"Yes, that's true," Rebecca said. Her bottle was nearly empty.
"Well, I could ask you to clean up around here. But that would be boring. I don't want to be mean and make you clean the toilet."
"No, it's okay," Cindy said, seeming eager to put away her full bottle. "That's what we're here for."
"I have a better idea. Why don't you two kiss?"
"What?" the missionaries said in unison.
"Yeah. I mean, you want to do something for me, right? I think I'd like you to perform a service like that. Come on. Just kiss once on the lips."
"Jen," Marissa said.
"Hush," Jenny said.
Marissa knew the tone well, the one that gave orders and took no crap from anyone--least of all her roomie. She went quiet, and felt twinges of excitement as to where this was going.
"We can't do that," Cindy said.
"Why not?"
"Because it's... sinful."
"Ha, ha, of course. But don't you need to please your husbands some day? That's not a sin, is it? You need to be ready. Come on."
The missionary girls were quiet.
"Well?"
Rebecca turned her head to Cindy, and suddenly leaned forward. She pecked at Cindy's astonished lips.
"Becky!"