Mark Tams had been in
and out of hospital for the ten years following a bad car accident just after his
15th birthday.
But he felt reborn
when he and Annette Cook gave each other their innocence.
She was also 25 and
was the verger at St Agatha’s where her Uncle, Jim Huggett, was the vicar.
Annette was a
beautiful strawberry blonde with pale skin and freckled cheeks with whom he had
fallen in love and she with him.
Annette worked for the
Downshire
and District Building Society in the Purplemere branch and Mark worked across
the street at the Downshire Journal and
when they could they would meet up for lunch.
“Are we going to see
each other tonight?” He asked just before they went their separate ways.
“I have Evensong but
we can meet at the vicarage afterwards” she replied
“Deal” Mark said and
kissed her goodbye
He got back home about
6pm and went home to change before going to the vicarage to meet Annette.
Some days they would
travel home together but when she had Evensong she always got an earlier train.
As he made the short
walk from his home to the vicarage feeling rather proud of himself, proud of
her, and proud that she was his girlfriend.
He had fancied her for
so long, and the Purplemere Verger ticked all of his boxes and he wanted her to
be more than just his girlfriend.
And it wasn’t just
because of the sex, which was amazing and getting better all the time, she was
his soulmate and he hoped she was his.
He was thinking that
hopefully he could bring her from the shadows to bathe in the light of his love
and lust.
He would just have to
ask her and hope he wouldn’t scare her away.
So as he walked up to
the front door of the vicarage he had the ring in his pocket.
But as soon as she
opened the door to him he forgot it was there because of the way Annette was
dressed, she was still wearing her vestments.
This was not normal,
her usual routine was to change in the vestry before going home, but she had
not done that, and that distracted him from his proposal because she clearly
had a proposal of her own.
He wasn’t sure what she
had in store for him but he knew it would be well worth the wait to find out.
If Annette was to give
him a salacious invitation to canoodle, it certainly wasn’t going to go
unaccepted.
Even if there was a
lack of attraction, which there was not, what she was wearing would have done
the trick on its own, he liked uniforms and outfits, and even though they were
both good Christians her vestments certainly didn’t put him off.
It was probably a
combination of the fact that she was almost a woman of the cloth, he thought a
verger counted, and their faith which made it extra saucy.
The whole prospect of
making love a Verger, in costume, had left him quite aroused.
He was sitting on the
sofa watching her as she flitted around the room with her white surplice over
her full length cassock, clumping about in the stout ankle boots with her
Barbie pink socks showing above them.
“So where’s the
vicar?” he asked innocently
“He’s gone to
Mornington to dine with the St George’s at the Manor”
But it was as she bent
over to pick up her coat that the realization hit him.
“You’re naked under
that cassock aren’t you?” he said and she turned to look at him and blushed.
“You dirty little
verger”
In her embarrassment
she tried to rush past him but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the
sofa and pinned her down.
She was blushing
scarlet red and hid her face behind a cushion.
“So did you do the
whole service like that?”
He teased
“No I did not” she
said adamantly “I’m not a tart”
“You’re very sexy
thought” he said “So when did you divest yourself of your clothes?”
“In the vestry” she
replied from behind the cushion
“So you walked from
the church like that?” he enquired
“Yes but it was dark
and no one could see” Annette said defensively as she emerged from behind the
soft furnishings.
“I’m only teasing” he
said and laughed
“I don’t think it’s
funny” she said and tried to escape his clutches
“Ow” she yelped
“What’s wrong?”
“Something dug in my
thigh” she replied
“Oh yes, I almost
forgot” he said and reached in his pocket and brought out a ring box
“What’s that?” she asked
in a whisper
“Nothing important” he
replied
“Then why was it in
your pocket?”
“Well it was something
I thought you might like but now I’m not so sure” he replied enigmatically
“I’m sure I would like
it” she offered
“Well, I don’t know”
he mused and then after he thought he had tortured her enough he added
“But as I have it here
you might as well see it”
So he opened the box
and showed her and she gasped
“It’s beautiful”
“Do you like it?” he
asked
“I really do” she
replied as she stared at it
“Good” he said and
snapped the box shut and put it back in his pocket
“I just wanted your
opinion, it’s for Daisy at the petrol station”
“But…” she began in
disbelief
“I suppose if you
really like it you can have it, but on one condition” he said taking from his
pocket
“What condition?” she
said sadly
“You have to marry me”
he said
“What?”
“You have to marry me”
he repeated
“You want to marry
me?” she asked in disbelief
“Absolutely” he said
“but if you don’t want to I can always ask Daisy”
“Don’t you dare” she
said and snatched the box from his hand
“Is that a yes then?”
he asked as she slipped the ring on her finger
“Yes, yes, yes” she
replied and punctuated each affirmative with a kiss
“Good, now can the
dirty verger come out to play?”
Her only reply was to
pull the bottom of her cassock up to her knees.
As it was a
celebratory coupling Annette wanted it to be the same tender way as on their
first time.
She began to writhe
beneath him and lick her lips as he entered again and he had to work so hard to
control the urge to up the tempo as he normally would have done, Mark had to
suppress his animal urges, to give her a tender affair, longer in duration and
more sensual.
Annette squirmed
beneath him as she reached that ecstatic point, the blissful zone between being
anchored to the ground and the gravity defying release followed by toe curling
orgasm.
She looked up at him
as she moaned loudly and writhed beneath him and then she came with a
deliciously sweet utterance that spurred him on to his own climax and she cried
out
“Oh Mark”
He kissed her hot
panting mouth and when their lips parted he asked
“Was that what you had
in mind?”
“Yes, sweetheart” she
replied then he kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around his neck and
let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh.
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