Seeking Perdition

Art was rudely roused from his sleep by a firm, but gentle, knocking on his front door on a sleepy Sunday afternoon. Groggily, he put on his sandals and shambled down the hall of his modest home, rubbing the last traces of sleepiness from his eyes as he opened his screen door. The screen prevented the visitor from seeing into the house while he could see her clearly—she was a proselytizer.

“Hi, I can’t really see you, do you mind stepping out a moment for a little chat?” He shook his head almost instinctively, forgetting for a moment that she definitely couldn’t see him. He was about to say no until he finally got a good look at her and couldn’t help but feel himself grow hard: she was gorgeous.

For someone who ostensibly just got out of Sunday service, she was wearing a suspiciously low-cut blouse that just made her look all the more stunning and eye-catching. Her pencil skirt seemed much more “appropriate” for the service, not too short or long and revealed her nice, slender legs and recently-pedicured feet. Overall, she seemed very prim and proper, which just made the blouse stand out so much more.

In contrast, Art was simply wearing his briefs, not thinking he would have to actually step outside his door—or want to. He thought maybe it’d be inappropriate to simply walk out like this…but then an idea formed in his head. He opened the screen door and stepped outside, their eyes meeting and Art audibly heared the woman gulp as her eyes quickly darted down toward his briefs and back to his eyes, her mouth slightly hanging open.

Art was not a bad looking guy: most people in his life would consider him at least fit, if not actually toned, and he easily stood over a feet above the busty solicitor standing outside his door, even in her heels. He could feel himself getting harder by the second the more that he looked at her and hoped his idea worked as he felt his briefs tighten as well. The tension was palpable, he was going for it.

”Hey,” Art said while stifling a yawn, “sorry, you just woke me, what can I do for you gorgeous?” The solicitor giggled, “Oh, sweetie, that’s very flattering but I could be your mother! My name is Sister Madeline, you can just call me Maddie though. Can I share a piece of scripture with you, honey?”

Art had to use every single fiber in his body to suppress his head from shaking no, “Mmm, I actually am agnostic but…”, he paused for effect, “I suppose I can spare a few moments for you. What are you showing me today?” He walked over and placed himself right beside her, making a conscious effort to have their shoulders slightly touch as he leaned into her a little and looked at the her phone which had the scripture on it.

Maddie’s eyes were fixed on Art, her head angled up at him and not toward the text on her phone. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said almost in her ear, “am I too close? I just wanted to read along, I can—” almost as soon as Art began to move away from her, Maddie grabbed his arm, “No!” she nearly yelled, “Sorry, no, that’s quite alright. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so…interested. I’d love to read this beside you, sweetie.”

He knew this whole thing would be over if he didn’t actually read the passage, so he tried his best to skim through it while leaning his head—ostensibly to get a better view of her phone—towards Maddie’s, careful to make sure he stole quick, but perceivable, glances at her chest whenever he thought their eyes would meet, which did turn out to be quite frequently despite the fact both of them were supposed to be reading the passage. He would then pretend to be caught in the act and quickly look away, hoping it would get the point across to her while not being so overt that she would reconsider continuing their meeting.

He continued to ever so gently keep pushing his shoulder against hers so that they could feel each others warmth. He could tell she was breathing a little faster, hopefully because she was also starting to wonder if this could lead to more. He could’ve swore she tried to straighten out her back and push her chest out more, but honestly, she could’ve just as likely been adjusting her posture, so he didn’t think too much of it. “So, what do you think?”

They were locked in eye contact. Art had to be careful: if he was too sympathetic, he might actually have to agree to go to a service or something like that; but, if he was too harsh, she would most likely get offended and walk away. Their faces were just close enough that, if the moment was right, Art really could just lean in and kiss her.

“It’s interesting. So, just because God made a promise, despite not knowing when and not being given a time where he’ll fulfill it, you still take it as fact?”

She smiled. “Yes! If the Lord has said something will happen, it will happen. It doesn’t matter if it hasn’t happened yet, because He has given his word, we can trust it to come true.”

“Does this extend to your practitioners? Like, are you all more inclined to believe each other’s promises because of this? Or, can you only trust god to honor their word like that?”

She thought about it for a moment. “Well, we are all made in His image. If you are of true faith and spirit, I don’t see why we couldn’t also believe each other in our promises. Or, at least, I would want to believe I could trust my friends and congregation like that.”

“Even me? You would give me the benefit of the doubt, even though I’m not a true believer and even though I haven’t gone through any of the rites or rituals?” Her face made a cute little frown as she reached her hand out to hold his. Whether intentional or by accident, her hand and arm grazed his stiff bulge and she let out an audible gasp as she held Art’s hand, her arm still touching him down there, making him even harder.

Art snorted almost reflexively as he felt Maddie touch him, his eyes momentarily lost in how sexy her chest looked when it was pressed as she had it. He quickly refocused his attention to her face, noticing that she was still looking down at the very noticeable outline in his briefs. Art had made sure to position his bulge flush against his leg so it would stand out and be as firm as possible, which clearly was doing its job as it seemed like an eternity had passed since Maddie had felt him, her arm still touching him there.

He broke the silence coyly. “Sister, is something the matter?” Like out of a trance, Maddie shook her head and gripped Art’s hand rather forcibly as she regained her composure and looked back into his eyes. “Oh my gosh, no, I’m so sorry, I just hadn’t noticed how b…”, she was stuttering. “How…That you were wearing briefs, is all!” Art could see she was growing a slight shade of red. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course!”

The silence hung thick as it seemed Maddie had quite literally lost her train of thought, Art wondered if it would really go so smoothly for him. “Well, I am really enjoying our chat Maddie, I hope you are as well!” Almost distractedly, she replied: “Yes! I have enjoyed getting to f—KNOW, know you better in our short time.” She coughed as her eyes began to dart around, their hands still holding one another but her arm finally no longer resting against him.

“Do you think it would be inappropriate of me to invite you in so that we can continue it? I’d love to maybe read some more passages together if you could fit me into your tight schedule.” Her breathing quickened its pace a little, “Of course! I’m wide open for you. I mean, I have time, yes, that sounds lovely, honey.” Art smiled, again feeling the stirring in his briefs, “Great! Please, come inside, make yourself at home.”