They both looked to him like puppies about to receive a treat and Bethany once again felt disdain for her mother and her holier than thou attitude. Bethany wondered briefly if perhaps she was wrong about her Mother only fawning after the Pastor for his standing with the church board. Maybe she would drop her panties (as Rebecca liked to say) for the sexy Pastor if he asked...she shut that horrible thought down as soon as it manifested itself.
“Good afternoon ladies.”
“Good afternoon Pastor,” they said, almost in unison. As an afterthought Bethany added “Blaine,” hoping to not sound like a complete idiot.
As soon as the pastor laid eyes on Bethany, the promise he had made to himself fled his mind, yelping like a kicked dog.
He smiled and waved Bethany into the office. As she passed, he asked her mother for a quick word. Bethany stood in front of his desk and turned towards the door trying to make out what was being said. She couldn’t and as he turned to enter the room, her mother yelled over his shoulder, “Learn your lesson well young lady!” Bethany cringed in embarrassment as the pastor closed and locked the door. He noticed her look and smiled.
“She means well, you don’t have to be embarrassed.”
Bethany shrugged and asked, “What did you say to her?” as she seated herself in front of his desk, her stomach churning with nerves.
“I asked her to go into town and buy me several things, in case I needed longer with you today.” He smiled at her and Bethany’s heart began to thump hard again. He sat down behind his desk.
“How have you gone resisting temptation since our last interview?”
Bethany was a little confused, she had visualised falling into his arms as soon as the door was closed, but he had deliberately avoided being too close to her and no seemed to be resuming the counselling that had been aborted the first week.
“Good, I think.”
“Were you tempted?”
She nodded, blushing.
“By thinking about boys?”
“No. Not boys…” she said.
“What then?” he asked, although the look on his face told her that he already knew.
She blushed more deeply.
“Um…about…thinking about last week…here…you…”
He seemed happy with this answer and leaned forward out of his seat a little. “Good, that’s a start. So you thought about what happened between us? What tempted you about that?”
“The way it made me feel when you…” she paused, unsure if she was saying too much. She hated her awkwardness and wanted to go back to the comfort she had felt in his arms the previous week.
“Go on.”
“The way it felt when you licked me and touched me…down there.”
“Say it Bethany.”
“What?”
“When I licked and touched you where?” his lips were now slightly parted as he watched her avidly. Once again his good intentions had been destroyed by his proximity to her, and he was helpless to resist the carnal thoughts that had neutralised his self-control as surely as a drug.
She shook her head.
“Say it Bethany, for me. I want to hear you say it. When I licked and touched you where?”
“My pussy.”
She felt dirty and sexy saying that word to him and to her surprise that a few words could have such an effect, she felt herself becoming moist.
“Louder. Say it all together.”
“When you licked and touched my pussy.”
"That’s better. So when you thought about me licking and sucking you, you were tempted to touch yourself."
"Yes pastor," she said, shuffling her feet. She felt like a butterfly, pinned by his intense gaze and the things he was saying.
She reddened again and her breath began to come in short pants when his eyes travelled up and down her body.
"So you didn’t touch yourself when you thought about me?" She felt a jolt of adrenalin as he stood up from behind his desk and came around it towards her, “forgive me for my questions,” he said.
"No pastor, I wanted to…badly but knew I was coming to see you..." her voice trailed off as he stopped beside her.
“I’ve thought about you to Bethany, and almost nothing else.”
She felt joy rise in her, he did like her; last week hadn’t been a dream. Pastor Blaine wanted her. She felt her nipples stiffen and began to breathe in shallow pants as he stepped even closer.
She was so wired with adrenalin she nearly screamed when his hand touched her hair. She looked up at him, shy, but loving the way his hand stroked her. Then his hand moved to her chin and grasped it, tilting it up towards his face.
“Had you ever been kissed before last week Bethany?”
She nodded.
“By a man?”
“No…it was a boy at a party when I was eleven…” she whispered, knowing now what was to come.
Without letting her finish her sentence, as though even that small period of time was too long to wait, he leaned in and his lips met hers. She returned the kiss tentatively, savouring his soft lips and the roughness of his shaved skin, but as fireworks began to go off in her mind, she pressed her lips to his more urgently. When his mouth opened, she willingly reciprocated. They kissed like that for a long time, mashing lips like lovers in a romantic movie…and then his tongue began to probe her mouth. Bethany gasped in pleasure at this intimate, wonderful sensation and did the same, swirling her tongue around the Pastor’s mouth as their saliva mingled. He tasted wonderful and she encircled him with her arms, pulling him tight to her, feeling his hard desire against her abdomen.
With no warning, he broke away from the kiss, pushing her gently backwards. His cheeks were full of colour and his eyes wild.
“Is this how you felt when you were thinking about me Bethany?”
She nodded and whispered, “Yes Pastor.”
He gestured to the sofa that sat against the wall to the right of the desk.
“I want you to lie down on the sofa and show me what you do when you give into temptation.”
She looked at him, her chest still heaving and her face flushed.
“Pardon?”
He looked at her patiently, “Show me what you do when you give into temptation. Show me how you touch yourself.”
Bethany froze and her face turned a darker shade of red, this time in embarrassment but also excitement at his bold demand.
“You don’t have to be ashamed or shy Bethany. You’re beautiful, just lay there and do what comes into your head.” He grasped her elbow and gently guided her to the sofa.
His strong hands helped her settle onto the sofa and she lay down and looked up at him nervously. She still tingled all over from the kiss and felt an incriminating moistness between her thighs. She was very confused. The pastor smiled at her and then looked over her body as though savouring the sight of her. His gaze was so greedy that she too looked down just to see what had him so interested. She guessed it was her legs; they were long and smooth, with the white socks contrasting her late summer tan nicely and her skirt now riding just a little higher and revealing her creamy thighs. Again he leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers and instantly the whole situation felt right.
He grabbed her skirt by the hem with both hands and lifted it slowly up over her thighs until it was bunched above the white V of her panties. Then he broke away from their kiss and kneeled beside her and rested a hand on her now bare thigh. He finally looked her in the eyes.
“Show me how you do it,” he said in a strangely choked voice.
“Yes Pastor…” she said, wanting to please him.
His hand moved to her panties, just above where her thighs met and she gasped as his index finger pressed against the damp material, moving it gently against her soft womanhood.
“Is that where you start?”
She nodded, hardly able to think as the finger moved against her, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
“Show me,” he said again, removin
g his hand.
Now her right hand moved down to her panties, almost of its own volition and she began to play her fingers over the spot where his had just been. His eyes were fixated on her fingers as they began to move up and down over her cotton covered pussy. She felt herself becoming more aroused, not only by the stimulation of her fingers but also by the fact that the he was watching her do this most personal of all acts. The uncertainty she had felt just a few minutes ago dissipated as the stimulation she felt made everything wrong about the situation suddenly seem right.
Bethany’s fingers began to make a slick, wet groove in her panties as they became wetter and wetter. She started to breathe more heavily and move her pelvis in time to her strokes. The pastor still watched, his cheeks flushed with excitement and she began to relish the thrill of her exhibitionism, of pleasing herself under the pastor’s gaze. She slipped a hand under her panties, moaning as her fingers slid over her pink flesh, now unobstructed by the material. This new development seemed to be too much for the Pastor and she saw his hand disappear beneath her line of vision. Was that the sound of a zip? She couldn’t tell for sure over the sound of the thundering heartbeat in her ears, but knew it had to be, when she saw his arm begin to move rhythmically. Oh my God, she thought he’s doing it too.
He leaned over her watching her masturbate, a sheen of perspiration covering his forehead and his right shoulder quivering with his arms unseen work. Then he looked to her face and the spell seemed to be broken, or was it? The pastor rose to his feet hurriedly, leaned over her and placed his hand over her panties, pushing her hidden but furiously working fingers to a standstill. She gasped at the pressure on her clitoris.
“Stop now Bethany, I need you…now. Take them off,” he said gesturing at her panties.
Bethany, now totally in thrall to the sexual tension in her body, obeyed and lifted her pelvis sliding the panties down her thighs in what she hoped was a sexy manner. Is he going to lick me again? She asked herself hopefully. She loved the greedy look in his eyes as her freshly trimmed pussy was revealed; she had paid special attention to it in the shower that morning in anticipation/ hope of this moment. But it seemed the Pastor had more immediate urges than licking her.
The bulge that had been hidden in his pants was now revealed, a strong, proud erection protruding indecently from his undone zipper. Bethany inhaled sharply at the sight of it, the first male member she had ever seen in person. She was surprised at its size…it seemed to have a life of its own and it twitched and swayed as he stepped towards her.
Instinctually Bethany knew what was to come and opened her thighs, welcoming the Pastor as he climbed onto the sofa and over her. She could feel the material of his trousers against her bare inner thighs as he positioned himself between her legs and she gasped when she felt his heavy member bump against her soft virginal folds. Still holding himself above her with his strong arms planted either side of her head, he looked down at her.
“You are so beautiful Bethany,” he whispered in a breathless voice, and without another word he eased himself down onto her until she once again felt the tell-tale bump against her sensitive flesh. She moaned as he guided the head of his shaft to her opening and his full weight settled on top of her, his breath warm in her ear. The head of his member rested against her sex and sent waves of pleasure through her and she spread her thighs wider, pushing her groin up to meet him. He exhaled sharply in pleasure and, seemingly unable to resist, plunged himself into her. Bethany arched her back, her eyes slamming shut involuntarily.
She groaned as his hard flesh invaded her. It was painful, almost agonising as he began to probe her virginal opening and with each thrust she whimpered in pain. He seemed to understand, and caressed her hair, lengthening his strokes, giving her time to recover from each thrust. Gradually though, as her body adapted to this new experience, it began to feel more pleasurable. Wonderful. His shaft moved inside her as though it belonged, and the feel of it moving deep in her was like nothing she had ever felt. Even the cold teeth of his zipper chafing her delicate flesh became insignificant and she began to meet each of his thrusts with a hungry push of her own.
Her groaning was purely from enjoyment now. The primal part of her could think only of the organ moving inside, the pleasure it was bringing her and having it deeper but in a tiny part of her consciousness she revelled in the fact that she was making love to the pastor…handsome Pastor Blaine…what would Rebecca say if she knew?
Both panting, the pastor and Bethany became one as they both moved towards climax. His movements became stronger and stronger, pumping himself into her as if his life depended on it. It was too much when he grasped her chin with one of his strong hands and closed his mouth over hers. The passionate kiss pushed her over the edge and she arched her body, almost screaming into his mouth as a violent ecstasy reverberated through her body, a whiplash of pleasure that bloomed at her clitoris and spawned waves of bliss that washed over her.
Bethany’s climax seemed to be the final catalyst for the Pastor and he gasped, his face transforming into one of concentration as he began to try and withdraw from her before it was too late. Bethany’s arms encircled his hips and she held him tightly, preventing his escape. She whispered, “No, come in me Pastor, please…I’m on the pill…do it inside me.”
Those words coming from her mouth were too much and he surrendered, grunting as he thrust into her, climaxing and spilling his seed into the gorgeous woman. She moaned as he slowed his thrusting, milking his seed into her before finally collapsing spent on top of her.
As she listened to his harsh breath in her ear, a feeling of serenity lapped over Bethany, and it was now she who stroked his hair as he recovered from his exertions. Slowly his breathing evened out and he seemed to wake from his post-coital trance and awkwardly climbed off her.
He tucked his softening member into his trousers and zipped his fly without meeting her gaze, as if he were somehow embarrassed before bending and picking up her panties and handing them too her. She went to take them but he held them firmly and now locked his eyes on hers.
“You’re on the pill?”
“Yes,” she said, still holding the panties and put another hand to her perfect cheek, “to control my acne…it’s gone now, but it was bad when I was younger.”
Seemingly satisfied with this explanation, he released the panties and watched, almost transfixed as she raised herself into a sitting position and slipped them over her shoes before sliding them sensually back up her legs and thighs. She looked up at him lovingly and he started slightly, suddenly awkward and turned back to his desk, he began shuffling papers across it as she finished adjusting herself.
“Well Bethany,” he said uncomfortably, turning to her as she approached him, “I, uh…I would like to see you again next week. If you want…if you want to see me.” Bethany was confused, he looked doubtful, guilty even and most definitely hesitant. Shouldn’t he be kissing her and telling her how wonderful it had been?
“Of course I want to see you. I guess it’s better to meet like this until…well…” her voice trailed off and he offered her nothing to go on with. The awkwardness was back.
“Well, good,” he said and gestured to the door, almost as if eager to be rid of her. As if she was making him uncomfortable. Even then she couldn’t be angry, just disappointed. She felt like she had so much to say but didn’t want to make him anymore uncomfortable. Didn’t he enjoy it? She knew he had. And he had kissed her again. The most wonderful kiss. Now he looked ashamed, angry even. She knew it couldn’t be directed at her, she could only assume that after the release of the sexual act he was once again loathing himself.
Bethany nodded mutely and allowed herself to be guided to the door. She wanted to kiss him again, but his strange reticence had spooked her and, afraid of rejection, she suppressed the urge.
Her mother looked up at the Pastor as the door opened but Bethany was deaf to the words exchanged between them, for sitting next to her mother was Rebecca. Her
dark hair was down and she looked stunning and a lot older than her nineteen years. She wore makeup and a secretive smile. She clearly wasn’t there to meet Bethany. Bethany felt about as happy as her mother seemed to be, just breathing the same air as Rebecca.
“Ahh Rebecca, come in please,” Bethany heard the Pastor say in his smooth voice.
Rebecca smiled and said a breathy hello as she stood. She was wearing a short, tight dress that displayed all of her curves as she sashayed past, making Bethany feel like a pathetic little girl. When she was past the Pastor Rebecca turned to Bethany and smiled and waved over his shoulder conspiratorially before disappearing into the office.
Bethany felt sick and dazed. She didn’t recognise it right then, but she was jealous and more than a little worried about what might transpire in the pastor’s office. What the hell was Rebecca doing?
“Goodbye Bethany, see you next week,” said Pastor Blaine.
Her mother handed the pastor a shopping bag and said goodbye to him before she took Bethany by the arm and led her down the hall. Bethany turned her head to watch him re-enter the office and was relieved briefly when he waved and smiled a regretful smile to her behind her mother’s back. The relief dissipated and a dark pall settled over her as the door closed and the fleeting happiness of her intimate tryst with Pastor Blaine. It was replaced by dread at what might happen now that Rebecca had her ‘private time’
The End
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