Page 85 of Follow Your Bliss

Jason unlocked the door and opened it. “Hey, Ma. Y’all come in.”

The two women chorused their hellos.

“Jason, you still haven’t made me a key.” Betty said. “You might need me to come check on things sometime.”

“I keep forgetting. I’ll try to get that soon.”

That’s all we needed: Mrs. Betty to have a key and walk in on us going at it in the choir loft. Or the living room floor. Or on the sofa. Or the steps to the old altar. Or bent over the dining room table. Or the choir steps. Geez, was there any place we hadn’t done it yet?

Mrs. Betty and Misty walked past the foyer into the main living area. I stood awkwardly by my sewing table as they came in. Mrs. Betty made a big fuss over Jason’s progress in the church, but Misty just eye fucked him the entire time.

“Rose, dear, it’s so good to see you.” Mrs. Betty came in for a hug. “You remember Misty, of course.”

I uncurled my hands from fists and exchanged awkward waves and hellos with Misty. Today she was wearing a brown sheath that hugged her tight little body.

“I have the dress right here, if you don’t mind slipping it on?” I handed her the gown. “There’s a bathroom in the foyer.”

“Oh, this is exquisite!” Misty held the dress up, apparently admiring how the chiffon flowed. “You’re so talented. It looks completely finished. I’m sorry you have to alter it.”

You and me both, you boyfriend-propositioning bitch. “That’s okay. Anything for Becca.”

“And the extra money doesn’t hurt either, does it?”

And now Mrs. Betty had reduced me to hired help with just a few words. Jason pinched his nose and pleaded with me with his eyes.

“Let me show you where that bathroom is,” I said, eager to get away from mother and son. I settled Misty where she could change then walked back to my sewing table into a very awkward conversation.

“Jason, you look so flushed and extra healthy today. Did you go for a run this morning?”

I adjusted my wrist pin cushion and acted like I didn’t exist.

“No, but I got some exercise in.”

I smirked with my back to them, recalling Jason’s energetic thrusting from this morning.

“Well whatever you’ve been doing, keep it up. I haven’t seen you so happy and healthy in a long time.”

I raised my eyebrows at him and nodded toward her, but he just looked pained and said nothing.

His mom went right on, and his opportunity passed. “I wanted to tell you. After you left,”—she lowered her voice to where she clearly thought I couldn’t hear—“I had a nice heart to heart with Misty. You were mistaken about what you thought you heard her say.”

“No I’m not, Ma. She explicitly said she wanted to suck my dick.”

“Jason!” Mrs. Betty exclaimed, hand over her mouth as if she’d been the one to say it. “You can’t have heard her right. Misty’s not the villain you keep making her out to be. Why don’t you ask her out today and give her another chance?”

“Mom, no. That’s never gonna happen.”

I slammed back my water bottle, wishing it was vodka, and promptly choked on it. I coughed until my eyes watered.

“Are you okay?” Jason asked, his eyes trying to communicate so much.

I waved him off. “Sometimes I forget I’m not a mermaid.”

Mrs. Betty looked up toward the front of the church. “Here she is!”

I never thought I’d be so happy to see a rival for my boyfriend’s affections enter a room. Damnit, she was so pretty, holding the oversized dress up to her body, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head. Beautiful, smart, mom-approved, and clearly into fellatio. Why was he with me, again? Although he certainly couldn’t complain about the amount of fellatio he was currently receiving.

Mrs. Betty clapped her hands together in delight. “Oh my, you look so lovely. Doesn’t she, Jason?”

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