Cindy shifted uncomfortably in the pew trying to keep her mind on the fact she was sitting in church. How on earth her mother talked her into going, she’d never know. Maybe it was because she was tired of her mother’s nagging, and decided one Sunday would not hurt. Leave it to her mother the matchmaker to tell her all the details of the new preacher, who was single, as if she was interested in the man of the cloth.
However when she saw him, she muttered to herself, “Oh god, how can someone that sexy and handsome be single?”
She’d first met Reverend Caldwell while she visited her mother last Tuesday. When she walked into the house, there he sat at the table, drinking coffee with her mom. When her mother introduced him, she felt his deep blue eyes piercing go right causing her to quiver and prayed to god neither of them noticed.
She held out her hand and uttered the usual hello. When their fingers touched she felt a tingle go directly to her clit. Now how in the hell could that happen? After all he was just a preacher.
Her mother turned to her and asked her if she would like a cup of coffee, she nodded yes and sat down. She wondered if he was the kind of preacher who could date, or he was one who was married to the church. She felt like asking him, but knew her mom would chastise her for doing so.
She tried her best to avoid his gaze, but every time she looked up, he was watching her.
She almost fainted when he spoke directly to her. “I wish you would join your mother Sunday, and come to church.”
She smiled and answered, “Sorry reverend, but I have plans.”
In the back of her mind was laughing and saying, “What a freaking joke! Oh yeah, like the mini skirted, bar hoping sex pot, will be found sitting in your damn church! If you listened to my mother you would know how much of a sinner I really am. Do not think so, preacher man."
The preacher got up and told them good-bye, shook Cindy’s hand and said, “I hope you change your mind about Sunday.”
After he was gone, her mother reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “You know Cindy; I would not hurt you to go to church, just once. Please do it for me.”
She could feel a non-stop lecture coming on; her mother would rant and rave about how much of a sinner Cindy really was in graphic detail. Therefore, just to shut her mother up, she said, “Sure, see you Sunday momma.”
Since Cindy’s dad had died a year ago, she tried to visit her mom at lease 4 times a week. The usual routine was to fix supper and play a few rounds of Scrabble.
When they sat down to eat, Cindy hoped her mother would not say anything more, but knew that was impossible. Her mother considered herself a verified matchmaker, and if she had her way, Cindy would have been married by now.
Her mother took a drink of her coffee and spoke. “Honey, did you see how handsome he is? He is only a year older than you. It would be so nice if you liked him. By the way honey, he is available!”
Oh, god, that did it! Everyone knows preachers think sex is sinful and she just knew this one would be no different.
“Mother, please, I think I can find a man on my own. And if you do not mind, I will get married only if I want to!”
She helped her mom with the dishes, then patted her hand, and kissed her cheek. “Gotta go momma, 6 am rolls around early, please do not be too angry with me?”
All the way home she cursed herself. “Oh shit, Cindy, what in the hell have you got yourself into now?”
She already made plans with her roommate Renee. Sunday, they were going to the new movie theater and afterwards out to dinner. How was she going to tell her she could not go?
She could see herself telling Renee about what she was going to do Sunday. After a pause she just knew that Renee would be rolling on the floor with laughter.
Giggling and saying, “You are going where? You went to church. Oh I get it this is a joke where is the punch line!” The teasing would escalate until all her friends would join in the fun.
Cindy decided against telling her the truth. She would just explain that he mom needed her to drive her somewhere Sunday, that way no-one would notice where she went.
The next thing she did was focus on what to wear. If she wore the usual mini skirt and short tops, they would not even let her through the front door of the church. So she decided to wear this long denim skirt checkered country style blouse and boots.
Sunday came around and she left for church early. She wanted to arrive at church before her mother, that way she would not have to endure any more embarrassment. When she got there, she uttered, “Damn,” under her breathe, there was her mom on the steps waiting for her.
Her mother walked up to her and chirped. “Hello Cindy, you look so nice dear.”
She then grabbed Cindy’s arm and purposely walked arm in arm into the church.
As they passed the preacher, her mom said, “Good morning, Reverend.”
Reverend Caldwell took Cindy’s hand and said, “Welcome Cindy, glad you could join us. Hey, did you mother tell you about the potluck after the morning services. I do hope you’ll join us.”
Cindy just nodded no and kept on moving, pushing her mother toward the seats. Frowning and thinking, “By god I am not about to stay in this church any longer than I have to.” She was relieved when her mother did not sit in the front row.
Cindy looked around and almost fainted. Half of the men sitting there were the very ones who hit on her at the local bar. Now here they sat all prim and proper next to their wife or girlfriend.
She snickered and whispered, “Oh goody, a room full of hypocrite’s.” When glanced about, she shivered; the place gave her the creeps.
She settled in and was determined to tune out everything, including the “you are a sinner sermon.” She was doing well until she looked up and saw the minister watching her.
Cindy smiled at him. “Goddamn, how can be a man of the cloth, be so fucking handsome?”
She then wondered what was on his mind. She started imagining sexy things and blushed.
Maybe he is one of those dirty minded ministers who do more than console their flock. When they stood to sing the last hymn, she leaned over and said, “Mother, I think I will stay for dinner, beats cooking any day.” She tried not to let on she had an alternative motive.
Cindy found herself enjoying the dinner and noticed it made her mom quiet happy. So she figured the day was not a total loss and it did not bruise her dignity too badly. When she went to get some pie for dessert, her mother joined her.
Her mother leaned over and said, Cindy, I hope you do not mind me going over to Martha’s after dinner? She wants me to help her work on the quilt she is making for her daughter. Oh, don’t worry about how to get home dear, I have already asked the preacher if he would take you.”
Cindy, almost dropped her plate and was about to yell, Mother, how could you! Then stopped, she knew that this was one argument she would never win. She then smiled to herself; it might not be such a bad idea, for the preacher to take her home. Now, she could really see what he was like. It was a perfect chance to see what was on his mind.
Cindy sat back down and started eating her pie. She glanced over at the preacher when he was not looking. She then sized him up and down. At that moment, she wished he were not a preacher. He was a very handsome man, one she could really fall for.
His deep blue eyes were hidden by heavy black lashes and his oval face was surrounded by long curly hair. When he smiled he had the cutest dimples. She jumped when his eyes met hers and then quickly looked away. Inside she wished they were sitting somewhere, private.
She then told herself, “That will never happen. I do not date preachers!”
Reverend Caldwell knew Cindy was watching him and wondered if she liked what she saw. When he looked at her and their eyes met for one brief moment, he felt his heart skip a beat. Inside his head he was yelling, “Wow, she is really beautiful!”
He continued to watch her when he went to get another cup of coffee. She was a tall full figured woman. Her breasts were large, but firm. Her waist was just perfect, and he loved her full hips. She also had a cute round face an upturned nose, green seductive eyes, hidden by the locks of long curly blonde hair.
