BET

Chapter Twenty-Four

Simon

A few days after Halloween night, I had almost forgotten about my time with Kasia completely. It wasn't until my mother called and asked if I could drive her to her Sunday morning church service since my dad was sick. I agreed and dragged myself out of bed half asleep searching for my dress pants.

I eventually found them shoved in the corner of my closet with my belt still looped through. I stepped into them and as I was securing the belt around my waist, I remember exactly what it felt like to pull the belt free from these pants the other night and suspend Kasia's hands above her head. The way my fingers slipped between her legs as she tried to stop herself from making any noise. How she tasted when I bent her over the table and how she felt when I was inside of her.

All the blood in my body rushes south as I recall every detail about that night and exactly what she looked like in that nun's outfit. My breath leaves me in one large exhale, suddenly feeling very thankful to the friend who invited me to that Halloween party in the first place. I'm not the costume party type of guy, so when he told me about it, I was ready to make an excuse as to why I couldn't attend. But he insisted that I show up.

"Just come dude, you won't regret it." he had said, practically begging me.

"Fine," I sighed, the last bit of resolve leaving me. "But no costume. I will kill someone and go to jail for the rest of my life before I spend money on a costume for a party that I didn't even want to go to in the first place." 

"You don't need to buy anything," he insisted. "You could easily make a costume out of clothes that you already have." 

He must have seen the glare in my eyes when I looked at him because he scrambled to continue speaking and assured me that his words were true.

"Dress pants, a button up shirt... and a little bit of white paper in the collar and you're a priest!" he exclaimed. "I even have a container of those communion wafers you could use."

"Why do you have communion wafers?" I asked.

He just shrugged his shoulders. "They sell them at the store."

I ran a hand over my face in defeat then, realizing that I was locked into this now.

Now though, I hate to admit that he was totally right, I definitely didn't regret going and as soon as I saw Kasia in that tight fitting dress with that nun's veil over her gorgeous hair, I could have kissed my friend for handing that container of communion wafers to me. I'm sure if she had asked me to, I would have considered actually joining the priesthood if it meant getting to look at her in that costume for just a little longer.

Then again, after what we did in that closet, I'm sure the church would never let me join. Every time Kasia is near me, I seem to fall farther and farther from heaven's salvation, if I was ever close to it to begin with. But I don't mind at all. I was beyond saving even before she walked into my life.

I drop my pants back onto the floor, the metal of the belt buckle hitting the wooden floor and pulling me from my thoughts of religion. I exhale, glancing around the room for my towel and heading towards the bathroom for a freezing cold shower. The only solution to stop thinking about that night so I can attend my mother's church service and not immediately burst into flames in the presence of god.