He pushed his finger into her carefully, concentrating and breathing heavily. She felt the tightness of her pussy sucking at his finger as he slid it all the way into her. When he pulled it out almost all of the way she pushed her pelvis at him. She had to have it back in her.
“Deeper,” she whispered, “please.” He duly slid it back into her more deeply and began to move it in and out of her.
Bethany had given in to temptation completely now and could hear the slick sound of her excitement as his finger worked inside her. Her eyes were half closed as she moaned, feeling a familiar build-up of tension inside her. She had felt this tension before when she had touched herself but had always stopped, scared and not sure what was happening, just loving the touch of her fingers down there. The pastor didn’t stop though.
He kept moving his finger rhythmically inside her and she began to feel almost as though she needed to go to the bathroom, but somehow it was different. She started to pant, but when he lowered his face between her legs and touched his tongue to her clitoris she yelped and felt a rush of electricity through her body as waves of pleasure jolted through her. She arched her back and bucked against his mouth and finger as the wonderful contractions shot through her.
Pastor Blaine sucked and licked her as she shook against him and she almost screamed, her clitoris still sensitive even after the waves of pleasure had ceased. Finally he eased himself away from her and stood up, holding out his hand. She took it, her face flushed with sexual excitement and now a slight embarrassment as he helped her up off the desk.
He took her into his arms and their bodies melded together as their lips met again. They began to kiss, equal partners now. She could taste herself on his lips and hungrily accepted his tongue when their mouths opened. They squeezed each other tightly and she ground herself against his hardness, wanting to please him, unsure of how to proceed. She remembered a scene from one of the short stories she had read and reached down, grasping the length of his hidden hardness. Her head rested against his shoulder, and she savoured the feel of him in her arms and under her hand.
He groaned in pleasure at her caress and seemed on the verge of taking things further when he suddenly broke away from their embrace.
“Oh God, I can’t…I’m sorry Bethany.”
“Why?” she asked, worried.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have done that. I took advantage of you.”
“No!’ she said vehemently, as she pulled away a little to look into his eyes. “That was…incredible. Please, I wanted it just as much as you did.”
He smiled, regretfully.
“Yes but I took advantage of you, I’m sorry. You are just….well not like anyone I’ve ever met before. You have every right to make a complaint.”
The pastor looked disgusted at himself and her heart melted. She chased him as he walked behind his desk and took his hand.
“I’m not going to make a complaint silly,” she said light-heartedly, “well unless you refuse to see me again. That was the most amazing that anyone has ever made me feel. Please, don’t be upset.”
Now he laughed, although ruefully. Satisfied that she had got through to him, she went back to the front of the desk and picked up her panties and slipped them on, still a little shaky from her recent and unexpected ‘exercise’.
He came around and put a comforting hand on her lower back as he led her to the door. Bethany looked up at him with round eyes. She felt safe this close to him. Warm somehow. The door opened revealing her mother sitting and waiting as she read a magazine.
“Mrs King, thank you for being so patient. Bethany and I have had a fruitful…discussion. He paused and looked at Bethany meaningfully, “but we still have some issues to work through, I’d like to see her again next Thursday at the same time.”
“Certainly Pastor! We’ll be here at four o’clock sharp. Was there anything I should know?”
The pastor smiled handsomely and then looked at Bethany while he addressed her mother. “No ma’am, what is said in these counselling sessions must stay private…I’m sure you understand. I would appreciate it if you could give Bethany her space though, I’m sure you’re embarrassed, but the issue is quite common and I’ll do my best to ensure that Bethany finds the right path to walk down…don’t be too hard on her.”
“Yes Pastor, thank you again,” said Mrs King, “come now child.”
Bethany looked at the Pastor after her mother had turned, “I am not a child Mother, I am nineteen,” she said and looked up, meeting the Pastor’s eyes. His eyes crinkled in the barest hint of a smile and she turned and followed her mother, suddenly on an emotional high. That high lasted approximately the three minutes it took to reach the car and put her seatbelt on.
“What did you tell that poor man?” asked her mother, “He must think I’m an overbearing freak.”
“I didn’t say a word about you,” Bethany replied honestly.
“Well you’re still grounded for a month young lady, and if you give me any more trouble it’ll be two months. Do you understand?”
Bitch, Bethany thought, but years of indoctrination and a strange sense of loyalty prevented her from saying it out loud.
“I said do you understand?”
“Yes mother.”
They travelled in silence for the rest of the trip home.
3
For the remainder of the day, Pastor Blaine and the events in the office of the church constantly occupied Bethany’s thoughts. She honestly felt that she had been a willing participant in what had occurred, but she understood why he was worried. On the surface it would look to anybody else that he had taken advantage of her, but she was an adult and could most certainly have stopped it at any time. The point was, she hadn’t wanted to; in fact she had been disappointed that it had ended so soon.
Lying in bed that night, unable to sleep, she thought briefly about phoning her friend Rebecca but knew she would be jealous, maybe even tell someone. Eventually she began to replay the whole interview in her mind and soon, as she remembered his fingers and lips upon her skin…and in other places, any last vestige of shame she may have felt began to dissipate and that familiar warmth began to rise between her legs.
She deliberately left her hands by her side. She would try to resist the temptation and save herself for his touch the following week, but it was hard; she had never wanted to touch herself so badly in all her life. She settled for squeezing her thighs together in delicious ecstasy, wondering how it would feel to kiss those beautiful lips again. Finally, still dreaming about kissing him and fondling his hardness as she did it, she fell asleep.
Bethany went to work at the hardware store the next day. While it was boring not exactly what she wanted to do, it allowed her to squirrel away enough savings to add to her college spending account. It had been her father’s idea for her to have a year off before going to college so that she could get a taste of the real world before heading into academia; “kids today have it too easy...” he would say every time she complained.
It made it easier that her best friend Rebecca had also decided on a gap year, more through necessity than anything else. Her parents weren’t doing so well since her dad had lost his job. It made Bethany feel better about the whole situation and she and Rebecca got together regularly.
They went out the following night, Saturday, for dinner at Medburg’s latest dining establishment, Mexican restaurant, and Bethany was unable to contain her secret, not all of it anyway. Over a shared plate of nachos she told Rebecca about her mom catching her.
“Oh my God I am so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to get into trouble because of the dumb book. She caught you masturbating? Oh my God, that is so funny Bethany. Your mom is such a freak about God she would have thought the world was ending.”
“No she didn’t catch me masturbating!” whispered Bethany harshly, blushing. “She just thought she did. It was your damn book that got me in trouble! I had already put it down for ages before she came
in.”
Rebecca seemed to buy the little white lie.
“And that’s not all! She told my dad and he was so embarrassed, even more than me I think. But you haven’t heard the worst.”
Rebecca leaned forward, more hungry for her friend’s gossip than her dinner.
“She phoned the pastor…”
“What?!” Rebecca almost screamed and then covered her mouth as other patrons in the restaurant looked their way. Her beautiful face was aghast at the thought and she brushed a wisp of her long dark hair out of her eyes as she drilled Bethany with her gaze. “She told the Pastor? Oh my God Bethany that is so fucked up. Why did she do that?” she asked more quietly.
“I don’t know, she wanted to know what to do about her wanton whore of a daughter I guess,” both girls giggled at this. Rebecca was always telling Bethany she was a prude like her mom.
“And? What next?”
Bethany paused, unsure how to proceed without disclosing too much.
“I had to go to an appointment.”
“Oh my God, you lucky bitch! With him? With Pastor Yummy?”
Bethany nodded.
Rebecca looked at her friend intently and pushed the plate aside and put her elbows on the table, propping her chin on her hands.
“Tell me everything!” she demanded.
Bethany shrugged her shoulders. “Well, what’s to tell, he talked to me about resisting temptation and stuff and told me I shouldn’t do it again, to try and think of other things if I was tempted again. Put your tongue back in, it wasn’t anything exciting.”
Rebecca held her gaze though, as though she could sense there was something Bethany was keeping from her. Bethany was forced to look down and picked at the nachos some more.
“Bethany’s got a secret, Bethany’s got a secret,” Rebecca chanted in a sing song voice, “there is something you’re not telling me isn’t there?”
Bethany blushed and stared her in the eyes and said no. Thankfully Rebecca left it at that. They didn’t discuss it again but Rebecca seemed thoughtful for the rest of the meal. After eating their desserts they paid and walked outside.
“Well, see you tomorrow at Church huh?” said Rebecca as she leaned in for a hug. “Try not to think about Pastor Yummy tonight.”
“Ha, ha, very funny,” Bethany squeezed her friend and said goodnight before turning and walking home in the late summer twilight.
Of course that is exactly what Bethany thought about that night. She was nervous but excited to see him again the next day. In fact she hadn’t been this excited about the idea of going to Church since she was a little girl. She imagined herself saying hi to him in a sexy manner and then how he would respond, every bit the gentleman. Rebecca was right, he was yummy and her thoughts turned to a fantasy of him asking her out on a date, and the repercussions. Surely it had happened before? It’s not like he was an old man or anything. What would her mom say? She fell asleep as she imagined saying to her mother, “Mom the Pastor and I are going out.”
Bethany woke up the next morning, proud that she hadn’t even thought about sex the night before. She ate breakfast in a wonderful mood before almost bouncing back upstairs to get ready. She wasn’t allowed to wear makeup to church but looking in the mirror after she had put on the demure and light summer dress she had bought two weeks ago, she was satisfied that she didn’t need too. She wore her hair down, and pinched her lips a little to give them more colour.
They arrived in the car park of the church and Rebecca ran up to join her as soon as she had stepped out of the car.
“Hi Mr and Mrs King,” she said cheerfully as she hooked her arm through Bethany’s.
“Good morning Rebecca,” Bethany’s parents said in eerie unison. Her mother eyed her friend up and down in a disapproving manner, clearly not liking the tight jeans and clingy white top Rebecca had chosen.
Bethany rolled her eyes when they could not see and almost choked when Rebecca whispered, “Come on; let’s get a seat with a good view of Pastor Yummy.”
She felt herself redden a little and hurried to keep up with her friend. They got a pew three back from the front and well away from both sets of parents and sat down on the smooth worn timber. They whispered and gossiped and made fun of various members of the congregation before a bell sounded and the Pastor emerged and made his way to the lectern.
Bethany had never really taken much notice before, but now that she was seeing the pastor in a very different light, she noticed everything, even the way he walked. Like a powerful cat, his manly frame moving gracefully beneath his grey suit.
“Oh my God, he is so hot isn’t he?” asked Rebecca. “I would drop my panties for him anytime…”
Bethany shrugged noncommittally, if only you knew, she thought. The Pastor gave his sermon and Bethany tried to catch his eye unsuccessfully while shushing Rebecca all the way through. Her friend was in an especially talkative mood.
To finish off they sang the Lord’s Prayer and the pastor wished them all a good week before making his way down the aisle to the door where he began bidding his parishioners goodbye. Rebecca grabbed Bethany’s arm as she began to skirt the crowd and said, “No, don’t rush; let’s say hi to Pastor Yummy, especially now that he’s your counsellor.”
Bethany laughed nervously but was unable to find a reason to deny her friend, Bethany allowed herself to be dragged towards the Pastor. A little of Rebecca’s silly mood rubbed off on her and she laughed at her girlfriend’s groans of impatience as one after the other the members of the congregation said goodbye. Finally they came to a stop in front of Pastor Blaine, Bethany wincing as her friend’s fingers squeezed her arm. He smiled down at them, and his eyes lingered on Bethany.
“Girls. How are you on this fine Sunday?”
“Oh my gosh Pastor, todays service was so good,” Rebecca gushed. Bethany hadn’t noticed her do it, but somewhere between the pews and the Pastor, her friend had undone her top buttons and her ample cleavage showed provocatively as she moved in closer to the Pastor than absolutely necessary.
Bethany felt a pang of jealousy when the Pastors eyes rested upon them briefly before rising again to Rebecca’s eyes. Was that disapproval she saw? She suddenly felt better.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it Rebecca,” he said, unsmiling now and turned to Bethany.
“I will see you on Thursday Bethany,” he said, a little more warmly and turned to the young couple behind them.
“Oh my God! He totally checked out my tits, did you see? You bitch! What is happening on Thursday? Are you going to another counselling session? ” Rebecca whispered as they headed out of the door and into the bright sunshine. Bethany thought furiously, trying to find a way to explain why she hadn’t told Rebecca there would be another visit. They kept walking and ended up in a far corner of the car park.
“So? You have to go again?” Rebecca’s questioning eyes held hers.
“Yes, and maybe again after that.”
“Oh my God,” Rebecca laughed, “lucky you though, I am so jealous. What the hell is he going to talk about this time? You promised you wouldn’t do it again right?”
“Well don’t be jealous, it wasn’t that much fun, believe me. Yeah I promised, and I haven’t.”
“Hmm I wonder what I can do to get my own private time with Pastor Yummy?” Rebecca asked with a wicked smile. Bethany stared at her.
“I’m joking!” said Rebecca, softly elbowing Bethany in the ribs.
Bethany laughed at her friend but sobered quickly. Her mother was waving for her to come.
“I have to go honey,” she said to Rebecca, “want to do dinner again later in the week?”
“Yes, after your visit to the pastor, I want to hear all about it,” she said licking her lips suggestively. Once again Bethany wondered if she suspected that something more was going on but only rolled her eyes, and they both laughed again before she walked over to meet her parents at the car.
4
Michael Blaine also thought of nothing
else that week except Bethany. His moods were ever changing though. Now, the night before their next counselling session, he tried to dissect what had happened. He definitely felt something for her, which seemed silly after just one glorious hour, but he was unsure if it was just a sexual fascination or a genuine feeling of budding romance. Of course as soon as he thought back to that hour in his office, feelings of guilt washed over him and demons from his past began to rampage through his mind.
He had abused a trust and broken all of the rules of his office, but worse, in the throes of his lust or crush or whatever the hell it was he had had absolutely no self-control. It didn’t seem to be just lust, why else had he been walking around like a smitten puppy for the last six days.
He made a promise to himself that he would not touch her the next day. He would talk, and listen and see how things developed.
The rest of the week was uneventful and Bethany counted down the days to her next session with Pastor Blaine, sometimes imagining what he would do to her but never allowing herself to give into temptation and other times fantasising about them being together. Her mother’s mood seemed to improve as Thursday got closer as well and Bethany couldn’t help but think that she too had a crush on the young pastor.
Bethany’s hands were trembling on the drive to the church as her nervousness reached a peak. By the time they sat down outside his office she felt a little queasy. A sense of Déjà vu struck Bethany as they sat on the uncomfortable wooden seats facing the door. Her mother had made her wear the same stupid outfit but, thankfully, was silent as they waited for Pastor Blaine to emerge. Bethany started to daydream, thinking about her last ‘session’. His words, his touch…his tongue. Before long she found herself aroused and squirming a little on the seat beside her mother. Finally the door opened and the pastor took a step into the hallway.
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