She watched in shocked silence from the cracked door of the rectory. Catherine wasn’t even thinking complete thoughts, just words.
Purity.
Chastity.
Devotion.
Virginity.
That last rattled around her head the most. She had been engaged to Isaiah for four years, and he still hadn’t set a date. She confessed to the priest how she felt tempted to be touched, how the building longing in her body couldn’t be quieted. To give in to her temptation and make love to her fiancé. And Father Richards had told her to meditate on the sacredness of sex, pray to Jesus, and remember that the only true purpose of sex was to build a family.
And she believed him. She quieted her urges, waging a silent war of shame against her own instincts.
But at this point, she didn’t hold the priest’s opinions in such high regard. How could she? It was rather hypocritical to discover Father Richards was the one sucking on Isaiah’s cock, both men tittering like school girls as they engaged in such carnal pleasures. And she couldn’t even bring herself to interrupt as the clergyman’s head bobbed up and down her fiancé’s shaft.
Isaiah had never asked her to do that. He barely touched her, claiming he ‘controlled his appetites with the help of Jesus’. The impulse to laugh was the only thing stopping her from crying. He hadn’t ‘controlled his appetite’ around her. She just didn’t make him hungry.
“Fuck, Richard I’m cumming!” Her former future husband had never moaned like her name. In fact, he recoiled from her very touch and reminded her of their sacred duty to remain chaste. The priest wiped his chin and stood, lifting his robes and ready for his turn. Catherine quietly turned and walked back to the church’s Easter celebration above, not able to stomach the sight of Isaiah sucking another man’s dick.
Prayer. That’s what one does when they are lost. She should pray for guidance. But suddenly her faith seemed so empty. As she passed the crucifix, she looked up and tried. “Jesus Christ. Help.” That’s all she could think to say.
As she left the church and the sounds of restrained mild jubilence of the Easter festival faded behind her, another word came to her mind. The only one that seemed to offer any promise of comfort.
Wine.
Enough wine to let her deny it. At least for tonight. It never happened, it never happened, it never happened.
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The cock crowed, forcing her back from such pleasant dreams into cruel reality.
Catherine’s head was spinning. The bird’s chirping outside might as well have been cannons going off inside her brain. The creeping morning light pounded against her closed eyelids. She swore she could feel her pulse painfully pumping against the back of her eyes. Groaning, she pulled the blanket up over her naked body and hid from the cruel morning.
Naked body. Why was she naked?
This wasn’t her room in her parents’ house.
These weren’t her sheets.
And the smell of the pillows… an enchanting mix of sawdust and incense. With a distinct masculine note that made her nipples harden…
She cautiously slid her hand to the edges of the bed. She was alone, at least now she was. There was a warmth in the sheets next to her. The residual body heat brought a sudden flashing memory. A memory of jamming her tongue into someone’s mouth at the bar. Fondling and being fondled. An invitation to come back to his place and… and…
She wasn’t a virgin anymore. What had she done? All those pious years of being good and holy. Saving herself for marriage. What would her Mother say when she told her she couldn’t wear white to her wedding? If she could ever get married after she gave herself away like a slut on a drunken bender. Suddenly, her stomach churned, and she mumbled to herself, “Oh, God!”
“Yes?” His voice was divine. Low and breathy with a hint of gravel. “Oh, I’m sorry. That was presumptuous. It’s a bit of a bad habit.”
Holding her breath, Catherine slowly lowered the covers. The painful brightness made her skull pound as her eyes adjusted. There, bathed in the white morning sunlight, he leaned against the door frame holding a pair of glasses.
Wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, he smiled dreamily as she squeaked and retreated beneath the sheets. She could feel her cheeks burning. She was alone with a man. She was naked. And he was… beautiful.
His body looked like it was chiseled from a dark block of amber. She had never seen a man with a six-pack of abs, not in real life anyway. She liked them. A lot. When she was in high school, her mother had discovered the poster she had hidden under her bed of a shirtless Jacob from Twilight. She was told how sinful such things were and was forced to burn her teen romance books before going to confession. It was so humiliating,
She lowered the blanket again, daring a second look. He had a broad nose and a strong face. His head was draped in dark curls. His short, well-manicured beard framed a strikingly handsome face. His dark eyes caught her gaze with amusement, and she realized she was rubbing her damp thighs together. “My, you weren’t so shy last night.”
She spoke barely above a whisper, yet he didn’t seem to have much trouble hearing her. “Excuse me, Sir. Did we, um, I mean… Did I… You see… I’m naked and I…” He didn’t seem to feel any sort of urgency to stop her mortified floundering as she tried hard to bring the forbidden word of ‘sex’ to her mouth. With a heavy sigh, she decided to try a different line of questioning. “I have to apologize. I don’t remember much. What’s your name?”
He burst out in laughter. Oh, it was a nice laugh. Something about it made her tingle. But she couldn’t stand it being directed at her, and her cheeks felt like they were burning. She retreated back under the blanket. The soft sounds of his footfalls sounded till the bed sank as he sat close to her. “Oh, please don’t be embarrassed, Catherine. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just that you were, well, screaming my name an awful lot last night. Tell you what, just call me Jay. I normally don’t like going by my full name anymore.”
Catherine was quiet, her head still pounding while her guilt and embarrassment worked together to wrestle her voice away from her. She felt the cover tugged down lightly. She released her grip and let Jay pull them down till the top of her head was again poking out.
“And yes, we had sex.” He had a warm smile, which made her feel oddly comfortable. He extended his hand and ruffled her hair. To her surprise, his touch seemed to melt away the headache along with the queasy feeling in her stomach. His hands were rough, but warm. “You’re cute, you know that?”
She found herself nuzzling her cheek into his palm before suddenly apologizing. “Sorry!”
“Sorry? What for?” He asked while extending a glass to her. She sipped the water gratefully. And found herself staring at him.
“For… well… I’m just… sorry. Sorry. I feel like I did something wrong.”
“Well, you’re forgiven if that makes you feel any better.” It really did; those words made her heart feel so much lighter. “Just stop feeling so bad. It’s just sex; it feels good because it’s supposed to. If it were sinful, it wouldn’t have been made to feel so nice.” He leaned in, his smiling lips gently kissing her on her forehead. Catherine felt beautiful as his soft lips met hers. “You did nothing wrong,” he reiterated.
“I didn’t?” It was a queer sensation. For her whole life, she was taught about the importance of being untouched and pure. How sex was something both wicked and necessary. Something done out of obligation, but never for joy. Yet Jay, who was indeed a stranger despite the fact that he felt so familiar, spoke in a way that made her believe him. She shook her head, oddly trying to give the dissipating guilt a foothold in her soul. “But the church says…”
“Oh, don’t listen to those assholes. Don’t let them control your life. They don’t have any divine backing. Believe me.”
To her surprise, she did. “But I was saving myself for marriage.” It was only now that she realized she had grown so comfortable around him that the cover had slipped down and her soft breasts were exposed. Part of her panicked, a voice in the back of her brain screamed to cover herself up. But that voice seemed to be getting quieter and easy enough to ignore. So she did.
“Did you want to do that?” His hand slipped down her cheek, along the side of her neck. Down her chest. And with the gentleness of a shepherd coddling a newborn lamb, he fondled her breasts.
It felt nice, and the question was so surprising to her. Virginity was always an expectation, never a choice. And Catherine was stunned at how easily the answer flowed from her lips, along with a purring moan as she felt herself grow wet by his touch. “Mmm, no. I wanted it. I wanted to…” She paused, took a big breath, and with blushing cheeks forced the word to her mouth. “I wanted to have sex. But I thought that made me dirty. But I don’t feel like that right now. Isn’t that strange?”
“Good, you were never supposed to feel like that. Be kind to others, and enjoy the gifts of this world. That’s all that’s expected of you. And you are one of the sweetest people in the entire world.” His words had the weight of truth. Facts. Not opinions. And she found herself grinning.
“I’m being so rude. You’ve been so nice and I don’t know anything about you. What do you do for a living, Jay?” She suddenly felt like having fun. And the sexual wants that she always denied flowed freely through her body.
“Oh, I came back here to do some business for my Dad. But it’s not really working out. No one seems to care what I have to say. So I just decided to take it easy and go back into my true passion, carpentry.” Catherine looked around the room, realizing how nice all the furniture was. All the furniture was wooden, and all seemed handcrafted. The designs and shapes were unique and far too intricate to be done by machine.
“You did everything here? You are so talented!” She was impressed. Memories of last night were coming back in feelings more than images. She recalled the feeling of being fucked, Jay’s warm cock deep inside her. Catherine treasured that blissful sensation, wanting to experience it again. This time, vividly. Clear and without any haze blocking her memory.
“Yeah. The bookshelf. The side tables. The bed.” His eyebrow raised knowingly, like he could feel the idea growing in her head.
Catherine giggled, kicking the covers off completely. Thrilled at being seen naked, even more so as she saw the bulge in his boxers grow. “Oh, you made this bed? It looks beautiful, but have you tested its durability?” She couldn’t believe it! She had never been forward. But Jay made her feel so comfortable and safe. She reached forward, brushing her fingers across his hard cock. With her touch, it became hard and straight. “You’ve risen!”
He chuckled as she bit her lip and innocently fondled his cock with a sense of wonder in her eyes. “You know, I would be happy to test out my furniture with you. Why don’t you have another drink and relax? We’ll start with the bed, and then I’ll bend you over every other piece of furniture and test their quality.”
“Oh! I think I would like that!” With a joyful grin, Catherine excitedly brought her cup to her mouth. To her surprise, the most delicious wine she had ever tasted ran down her throat. She supposed she had been so enthralled by Jay that she somehow hadn’t noticed it was alcohol before. Throwing back the cup, she drank it all down and set it on the side table. The bit of courage it provided pushed her to take the lead.
She took him by the hand, surprised to only now notice the strange scars on his palms and the back of his hands. Must have been a woodworking accident, she thought. And now that she looked at it, his feet too. She would have to ask him about that later, but for now, she found herself pushing him onto his back and straddling his firm body.
Jay smirked as Catherine lowered herself onto his cock. Her hands running up and down his pectorals and abs. Her fingers were tracing the strange scars of an old wound along the side of his ribs. Jay smiled, letting her take her time to commune with his body. A grateful look of longing in her eyes as she began to rock herself down his shaft with heavenly sighs coming from her lips.
The adorable way she fucked had given Jay such a powerful orgasm last night. He was enchanted as the shame fell from her and she began to concentrate on the sensation of Jay’s cock filling her pussy. Putting his hands on her hips, he was ready for his second cumming.
