Hott One

Date: 3/24/2020

I'm at a new church. The worship guitarist/singer does a hymn at the end, not knowing the chords well but correcting us patronizingly on a commonly misread lyric before we sing it. It's an obscure old hymn in even older English and it's good but most people probably don't understand it anyway. After service is a staff and volunteer meeting. It's my first time. They start hotwashing by writing words on posters on the wall. There's a girl sitting next to me, one of the singers. She's hott, maybe 22, with straight brown hair. She whispers to me, "If they call on you, I can explain what we're doing." Sure enough, I'm the second one called in to write words on the posters. "How do I do that?" I ask. The girl leans in to casually explain it to me. I feel her partially bare thigh on the back of my hand and pull away twice, but she seems not to mind, and it's apparently the only way for us to communicate by whisper. Her voice is especially hott when it's lowered. I feel the warmth of her breath on my ear and neck, which is pretty hott, too. I go to a rolling tray meal and find Chase and Matt. I've been wanting to catch up with Chase but Matt asks me to sit a few seats down to save room for his friends. I do, and Chase moves to the other end to be right next to me. We catch up, beginning with after graduation.