Stephen
Tanner
lived alone in the village of Sharping-St Mary only a few
miles from Purplemere.
He
lived in a small three bedroom Tudor cottage which suited him perfectly as he
was only 5ft 6 so the low beams didn’t affect him.
He
worked in Purplemere three days a week but worked from home the other two.
It
was a well-paid job and he was good at it but he didn’t enjoy it and it neither
focussed nor fulfilled him.
His
mother had phoned him a few days earlier and asked if Nicola De Lorenzo could
stay at his for a few days, she was a Christian Missionary in China and she was
only back from the missions for about a month, catching up with old friends
before she returned to China at the end of December.
Nicola
was the daughter of his mums best friend Karen and she was also his first crush
and she going to be staying under his roof and Nicola had a lot to answer for,
Stephen got his first stalker thinking about her and furthermore he had his
first wet dream over Nicola, well not exactly over her obviously, but she was
in his dream when he creamed his PJs.
And it was Nicola who was the first to
feature in his wank bank.
Nicola was six years older than him and he
was smitten with her from the first moment he saw her, and when he thought back
to that time he was sure she was with him, but nothing ever happened, apart
from a kiss, one single solitary kiss, a kiss that blew his mind.
But
when she had stayed with him a month earlier they had finally laid the ghost of
their unfulfilled relationship when he laid her on the sofa.
It
was early Sunday afternoon when he awoke and Nicola was still asleep in bed
beside him.
He
leant over and kissed her neck and as she stirred he cuddled up behind her.
He
must have dozed off again pressed up close behind her and when he woke again
her shoulders were shaking,
“Are
you crying” he asked
“Yes”
she sobbed
“Why?”
he asked “what’s wrong?”
“We
did a terrible thing” she replied
“It’s
was a sin”
“Didn’t
it make you feel good?” he asked
“Yes
of course it did” she snapped “that just makes it all the more sinful”
“We
did something we’d wanted to do for 11 years” he pointed out “it’s not like we
rushed into it blindly”
“I
know but I still feel guilty” Nicola said “I always feel guilty, whenever I
fall from grace, I always feel like this”
Then
almost as an afterthought she continued
“Not
that I do it often, I’m not a tart”
“I
never thought for a moment you were” he reassured her and thought for a minute
before he continued
“You
have spent your whole life denying yourself, a life spent helping others,
putting others first, do you really think God would punish you, a good person,
a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes your toes curl
and your eyes roll back in your head, if for no other reason than to prove you
are still alive”
She
just lay there silently but grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips
she kissed it and they drifted off to asleep again in that position.
When
he awoke he was pressed up close behind her and her shoulders were shaking,
because she was crying because she felt guilty.
“You
have spent your whole life denying yourself, a life spent helping others,
putting others first, do you really think God would punish you, a good person,
a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes your toes curl
and your eyes roll back in your head, if for no other reason than to prove you
are still alive”
She
just lay there silently but grasped his hand in hers and putting it to her lips
she kissed it and they drifted off to asleep again in that position.
He
wasn’t sure how long he’d slept but when he awoke he was surprised and
delighted to find Nicola was playing with his cock with one hand while the
other one fingered her pussy.
“Mmmmm”
she sighed as he kissed her neck and his hand crept up and fondled her breast,
she wasn’t enormously well endowed but her nipples were huge and stiff, and as
fat as his little finger.
Her
areolas were incredibly sensitive and she squirmed and fidgeted as he toyed.
Her
fingers were still busily employed between her lips as his hand moved down her
belly to replace them with his own.
“Mmmmm”
she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer, arriving first at the
thick tangle of pubic hair, a brief pause and then they were awash in her hot
juice, slipping and sliding between her lips and he thought his little fallen
angel had not toiled in vain by anyone’s standards her pussy was incredibly
wet.
Her
other hand was still on his cock as her head craned back towards him so her
animal moans filled the room as he frigged her until she came.
Her
other hand with fingers still moist from her frigging reached between her legs
and grabbed his cock from its partner and thrust it roughly into her hot cunny.
Once
he was well inside her she gripped the headboard with one hand to brace herself
so she could thrust down onto his advance and when she was moaning through
gritted teeth she went rigid and screamed.
“Mmmmm”
Nicola murmured as she relaxed into his arms, and there they lay, at peace in
the afterglow, him still inside her, until they went to sleep again.
When
they eventually emerged from his bed they went downstairs and he cooked them a
fried breakfast, he called it breakfast because he didn’t know what else to
call a fry up at 4 in the afternoon.
Whatever
the proper name was they devoured it heartily.
After
their repast and as they had completely slept through the Sunday service and
sinned their way through matins they thought they should at least make a
concerted effort to attend the evening service.
So
Nicola went up to have a bath while he cleared up in the kitchen.
As
she was soaking in the tub he did for a moment at least entertain the thought
that he might join her there but they would never have made it to church if
they had so in the end he jumped in the shower.
Nicola
went up to have a bath while he cleared up in the kitchen.
As
she was soaking in the tub he did for a moment at least entertain the thought
that he might join her there but they would never have made it to church if
they had so in the end he jumped in the shower.
Stephen
was sitting downstairs in the lounge wearing his Sunday best when Nicola walked
in wearing her best “Sunday go to Meeting” outfit and he thought she looked
lovely.
“What
do you think?” she asked “Do I look suitably chaste like a Christian Missionary
or like a fallen woman with a satisfied “just shagged” look on her face?”
“Oh
I think you look like a Christian Missionary with a satisfied “just shagged”
look on her face” he replied
“That
will suffice then” she said with a smile
He
had never attended the Sunday Evening service at St Mary’s so he wasn’t sure
what to expect but when we walked in there was a surprisingly large
congregation and he rather enjoyed it, there was no sermonizing it was all
songs and psalms.
Reverend
Clarke asked Nicola if she would do a reading and give a brief talk about her
Missionary work and at the end of the service the collection plate was pledged
to the Mission.
Once
they got home, Nicola having reconnected with God at St Mary’s, reconnected
with him in his bed.
The
next morning they rose early, well he always rose early and he gave Nicola the
benefit of it before she got up for a shower.
The
reason for the early start was that the redoubtable Ms Hicks was collecting her
in the Morris Minor at 8 o’clock and whisking her away.
Nicola
was only in the UK until December and she had a fairly hectic schedule taking
her all-round the country giving talks to raise awareness and hopefully some
much needed funds.
They
shared a final long lingering kiss before he lift arrived and she promised to
see him again before she left for China.
As
he watched the Morris Minor drive away he recalled one thing Nicola had said to
him, which was that he should give more of himself and she gave him a look that
said “you give too much of that already”
“If
everyone gave one hour a week, what a change could be made to the world”
He
wasn’t sure what difference he could make but he thought giving a Missionary a
good seeing too had to count for something.
And
furthermore he did so freely and without precondition, but on reflection he realised
that he certainly wasn’t going to redeem himself in the eyes of God no matter
what he did but that was no reason not to something, and he hoped to get the
chance to do Nicola again very soon.
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