Once a virgin
Ding-dong!
I looked up from my Bible to the front door. That pesky doorbell, always interrupting me when I’m busy. I was just getting to the good part. I carefully placed my ‘Got God?’ bookmark between the pages, closed the book, and set it on the coffee table. Standing, I smoothed out my knee-length skirt, brushed my fingers through my long and curly blonde hair, and headed for the door, wondering who it could be. Maybe it was the UPS man delivering my order of ‘Are you Saved?’ balloons I had ordered for the Concerned Christians meeting next week.
But when I opened the door I was disappointed. Instead of the UPS guy, it was just some man holding a suitcase. And he wasn’t really a man, just a guy who looked to be a few years older than me.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“Um, hi,” he said, as his eyes traveled up and down my body, a typical response from guys. It used to bother me, but now I just saw it as an opportunity to save another soul.
“Um,” he said and then began talking as if he had memorized what he was saying. “Hello, my name is Preston, and I’m here to represent Leisure-Time Products, and I was wondering if I could come in and show you all the fine items we have available.”
I gave him my best God-loves-you smile. “No thank you. Have a nice day.” I began to close the door.
“Wait,” he said, blocking the door with his foot. “There’s more, um, I mean... I am happy to announce that if you listen to my presentation, you will receive a free gift.”
“Free gift? What is it?”
“I’m sorry, but the nature of the free gift is such a wonderful surprise, it can’t be revealed until the presentation is complete.”
I smiled again. “No thank you.” But when I tried to shut the door, he reached out and grabbed it.
“Hey, um, can I ask you a favor?” His voice had lost its official tone.
“What is it?”
“Look, I’m trying to raise money for college tuition, and this is my first day selling this stuff, and as you can see, I’m not very good at it. I was wondering if you could help me out. You don’t even have to buy anything.”
Helping people was my duty. I smiled again. “What can I do for you?”
“Could I, like, practice my presentation on you? It’ll just take fifteen minutes. Like I said, you don’t have to buy anything, and you’ll get the free gift.”
I studied him for a moment. He seemed like an honest guy, and he was very cute. Maybe I could pull out my Bible and give him my presentation too.
“Come on in,” I said, opening the door wide.
He carried his suitcase into the room and laid it on the coffee table. “Thank you so much, um...”
“Kayla.”
“...Kayla. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Justin.”
He looked at me in surprise. “How’d you know my name?”
“Um, you told me as part of your spiel?”
“Oh, that’s right. I have that so well memorized, I forget what I’m saying.”
I grinned. This guy was pretty sweet. I liked the way his long dark hair curled down around his shoulders.
“Well, Kayla, if you’ll have a seat on the couch, I’ll begin.”
I sat down opposite the closed suitcase, wondering what was inside. When I crossed my legs, I noticed him sneaking a glimpse. Guys, they’re so predictable.
“Um, I’ll start now,” he said, and then he was back to the official tone. “Mrs. Kayla, welcome to the world of Leisure-Time Products, where our goal is to make the world a more pleasurable place, one woman at a time. Tired of your hum-drum life? Tired of taking care of kids all day? If so, we have the solution to your monotony. We can change a ho-hum afternoon into an exciting and memorable getaway. Are you tired and listless when your husband comes home from work? Our products will turn you back into those frisky newlyweds you used to be.”
He stopped and said, “Um, some of that is for, like, housewives. I’m not saying you have a husband and kids.”
I grinned. “Got it.”
“How am I doing?”
“So far, so good. You have me curious about what’s in the suitcase.”
He smiled. “Thanks.” The official voice returned. “So, Mrs. Kayla, are you ready to behold the magic of Leisure-Time Products?”
“I’m ready.”
He reached down and unsnapped the latch, then opened the suitcase so that it transformed into a small display case, showing various items.
It took a moment for my eyes to focus, and for my brain to engage. But when they did, my mouth dropped open in shock.
The suitcase was filled with all kinds of s*x toys. I had heard of such things, but had never seen any in real life. There were vibrators of all kinds, some made to look like p*****s, and others plain cylinders. And there were other things that I couldn’t figure out what they were for.
