Mary was getting tired and slightly frustrated. It was a stifling hot day, and she was going door to door selling raffle tickets for the school in Africa her church was sponsoring.
She understood that the economy had slowed down, but to her, even in tough times, by giving of yourself to others you prospered.
This philosophy came from her strong Christian upbringing, and the fact her father was the entire church ministry of their small town… although the number of parishioners had fallen short of every reasonable benchmark since her family had moved to town and she had become part of the church.
Plus, Mary had done a lot of visiting in the African community before her senior year and seen the positive impact the church had there. Yet, it also broke her heart to see the excessive suffering in third world countries while her peers back home whined about nonessentials like cell phones, cars and so forth. The term ‘first world problems’ never being more true than now.
So after an hour of rejections sandwiched between recurring bouts of wading through heat waves shimmering on the sidewalk, she was relieved to see the smiling face of Mrs. Taylor greeting her when the door opened.
“Hi, Mrs. Taylor,” Mary smiled warmly like she had at every open door.
“Well, hi, Mary, come in from the heat for a minute,” Gloria offered, gesturing the cute teen into her home, “it must be a hundred degrees out there.”
“Ninety-seven,” Mary clarified. Thrilled to be standing in an air-conditioned home, the sudden change from hot to comfortable feeling really nice.
“What are you selling?” Gloria asked, astonished that the teen was wearing nylons in such heat.
Gloria wore nylons often herself, usually thigh highs, but at the moment she was in a dressing gown, having been interrupted from the orgasm she’d been in the middle of self-stimulating while she watched lesbian porn. She often got herself off on hot Saturday afternoons like today while the hubby was out golfing and the kids were at the lake with friends.
But Gloria suddenly found herself reconsidering her afternoon plans. Gloria was a bisexual woman, like many of the women in the community, and she had a wicked idea… could she turn the minister’s daughter?
Gloria loved seducing young girls, having already corralled not one, not two, but three of her daughter’s friends… the last one while her daughter was downstairs with two other friends during a sleepover. She loved the rush, the risk, and the challenge.
And this would be the ultimate conquest: the minister’s daughter.
“Raffle tickets,” Mary answered.
“For what?”
“The African mission.”
“Ohhhh,” Gloria said, escorting the cute teen into her living room, “Come on in.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Mary thanked, happy for a moment’s relief from the heat and hopefully the chance of selling some raffle tickets.
“Take a seat,” Gloria offered, waving towards the easy chair. “I’m going to get you some lemonade.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Mary objected politely, although she was indeed thirsty.
“Don’t be silly,” Gloria objected back, waving her hand. “It’s a sauna out there and you must be dying of thirst.