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(This is a work of fiction. Thanks to PennLady, who is the worlds greatest editor. She is one of the most amazing women I've ever known. Thanks to all my fans. This is for you, of course. Be excellent to each other and party on!)
"Really?" Nancy Madison squealed in disgust. "You let him...he came...you really let him cum into your mouth and then you ate it? That's disgusting!"
"It is not," Rosemary Hendrix answered with a sigh. "Lots of women do it. It's what you do when you're in a grown up relationship. We're both eighteen for Christ's sake. You don't eat cum anyway, you swallow it"
Nancy jumped back as if she expected Rosemary to be struck by lightening that instant. It was bad enough that they were talking about their sexual antics, but they were doing it in the church's meeting hall, and using the Lord's name in vain, on top of it. They had both volunteered to help clean up the kitchen and decorate for this weekends costume event. They weren't allowed to call it Halloween, in the church.
"Would you shut your mouth and quit using the Lord's name in vain!" Nancy hissed.
"Sorry! You know I don't believe in any of that crap. I only go here because it makes my mom happy, and don't pretend that you are a perfect angel," Rosemary snapped at her friend. "What about you and Vince Crawford the other night? You told me yourself that he had his hands all over your boobs."
"It just makes me uncomfortable, okay?" Nancy said defensively.
"I said I was sorry. I guess you don't want me to tell you anything more about my new boy friend?"
"I do. Just don't be so graphic and watch your language in here. You know I'm not judging you."
Rosemary smiled at Nancy as they carried out the metal tub full of apples. "I'm just saying that it was fun and he really enjoyed it. I liked the taste of it and the feeling of making him so happy. I'm going to do it again this weekend for him."
"And he's the starting college quarterback? Johnny Utah? He was on ESPN last week." Nancy was incredulous.
"Yes that's him," Rosemary said, and then added in a hushed whisper. "We went all the way too. I think he really does love me."
"But you just met him." Nancy handed her some thumbtacks. "I just don't want you to get hurt again."
Rosemary had made some bad choices since she had come into town, and always seemed to end up in trouble. Her father died when she was ten and her mother had struggled with alcoholism and addiction for a few years afterward. Rosemary's mother seemed to have her life together, and joining the North View Methodist church had played a large part in it.
Rosemary, however, still struggled with life, getting kicked out of school and arrested a few times. Nancy was one of her few friends.
"I'll always be here for you," Nancy rubbed Rosemary's arm. "Even if I am a boring killjoy."
They both laughed.
"I don't think you're a killjoy, but don't worry about me, "Rosemary said as they got ready to leave. "I'm actually driving down to see him tonight. What are you wearing Saturday for the party?"
"I'm coming as a queen. I've got the crown and dress all picked out. I know it sounds boring, but it's pretty cute actually. What about you?"
"I'm coming as a mummy."
"Oh yeah...that's really...um sexy." Nancy nearly doubled over in laughter.
"Laugh it up, Queenie." Rosemary elbowed her friend in the ribs. "Actually, I saw it at the new costume shop down town. It's a female mummy with a place where your hair comes out the back and it's form fitting."
"Oh God, you're going to get kicked out of church for sure if you wear something form fitting again." Nancy shook her head. "You haven't forgotten the Pastor's wife telling you off last month, have you?"
Rosemary was exceedingly well-endowed and had been talked to by more than a few of the women in the church about dressing appropriately. The only woman in the entire congregation who even came close to Rosemary's bust size was the Pastor's wife, Michelle. She seemed to always be giving Rosemary a hard time about the way she dressed and acted.
"Screw her," Rosemary snapped. "I don't care what she thinks about me. I don't even see what the Pastor sees in here anyway. Sure she's got boobs, but she's a total bitch. That's why I can't stand most Christians. They say one thing and then act a completely different way. Didn't Jesus say not to judge people?"
"She's not that bad," Nancy replied. "I think you two just got off on the wrong foot. I wonder what Pastor Stanley is coming as?"
"Maybe a Chippendale's dancer?" Rosemary answered, giving them both a case of the giggles. Rosemary and Nancy had talked more than once about how handsome they thought their Pastor was.
"Yeah right," Nancy said, gaining her composure. "I just don't think a form fitting costume would be good for you to wear."
"I'll have my mask on. Nobody will know it's me." Rosemary shrugged and fished the keys to the meeting hall out of her purse.
"Everyone will know it's you, if it's form fitting...or they'll think it's Pastor Stanley's wife." Nancy laughed.
The two girls locked up and headed out.
That same night at the Pastor's house, there was another discussion about costumes.
"Well do you like it?"
"Um...I'm speechless...It's..."
"Do you think it's inappropriate? I can make adjustments..."
Pastor Stanley Smith admired his wife's costume. He didn't think a mummy costume, in itself, was a problem. Huge portions of the bible were devoted to ancient Egypt. Mummies were a part of the history of Egypt and the Bible. It was the costume itself.
"Well...It's just a little...tight maybe?" He knew it probably wouldn't look so sexual on a woman who wasn't as curvy as his wife.
"I can wear that one bra that really minimizes and I can adjust the top so it isn't as tight," she offered.
"I think that would be just fine, "Stanley reassured her. "God help me though, I probably won't be able to keep my hands off of you after the party."
"I'm counting on that, tiger." She peeled the suit off of her body. "I don't think God would have a problem with that at all."