I struggled a bit with what category to post this story in, but ultimately settled on Lesbian Sex, because that is all that is going on here, beside seduction, adultery, first time, masturbation with toys, guilt and overwhelming lust, and a bit of exhibitionism. In other words, all the usual stuff. Enjoy.
Shelly and Sam were Baptist ministers. Well Sam was a minister (technically a Pastor), but not Shelly. Baptist's don't have female Pastors. Shelly was a Pastor's wife. Her job was to dress nicely (but conservatively) and to support Sam's ministry. That meant chairing various ladies' committees (cake baking fund raisers, Sunday School, etc.), being in the church for every service, standing out front with her husband after each service while he greeted the congregation members as they departed (she was much better than Sam at remembering their names), and most importantly being supportive of Sam's key function--raising money. That meant cooking, or arranging a nice meal, for Sam's fund raising dinners, sitting quietly at dinner or chatting amicably on the porch with uninterested spouses while Sam and the remaining congregation members stayed at the dinner table and Sam made his pitch. That was what she did in life--support her husband's ministry. It wasn't very exciting, but she wasn't unhappy with it. Perhaps a bit bored from time to time, but not really unhappy.
Sam and Shelly had grown up together in a small Mississippi town. They were of course raised in Baptist families and when Sam went to seminary for four years, Shelly stayed behind, working as a receptionist in a small accounting firm. A lot of her job there was to look nice when the clients came through the front door and remember their names--not that different from her later role as a Pastor's wife. They married when Sam finished seminary and began to work as an understudy to an important Baptist minister in a large town in Alabama (well, as large as towns get in Alabama). It was there that Sam learned the importance of church politics and money within the Southern Baptist Convention. A few years later when he had his own church in a small town in southern Alabama he continued to focus on the importance of being a player in Southern Baptist Convention politics, attending regional, state, and national meetings regularly, and networking aggressively. Sam had ambition.
Shelly's role at the meetings was to be at Sam's side on appropriate occasions, look pretty (but always conservatively dressed), and smile. Looking pretty was not difficult for Shelly. She was about 5-5 (just the right height, Sam said), had seductive green eyes, long, thick, blonde hair, and perfect make-up (understated but still calling attention to her wide set eyes, and her high cheek bones). Her clothing was attractive, but conservative, nevertheless not hiding her ample bosom, narrow waist, and nicely rounded hips, or her attractive legs (below the knees of course). She always wore heels (two and a half inches; no more). She also smiled a lot, just because of her basically sunny nature. In short, Shelly was gorgeous, but did not flaunt it. Men always noticed, and Sam knew it. He wanted the people he was schmoosing to know he had a beautiful wife.
Sam and Shelly had no children, and as they approached their mid-thirties that was a disappointment to Shelly. She had always wanted children and she often wondered if she or Sam had a condition which was preventing pregnancy, but Sam opposed seeking medical treatment for the issue, saying that if God willed it, the children would come, and if not, it was their mission to pursue other things with their lives. For Sam, of course, that meant, his steady climb within the hierarchy of the Southern Baptist Convention, although he would have simply characterized it as "God's Work."
Truth be told, the problem was more likely Sam's lack of interest in sex. Sam and Shelly rarely made love and on those occasions on which they did, it was perfunctory with Shelly rarely reaching a climax and Sam showing little interest in her success. He frequently failed to achieve or maintain an erection. In short, their sex life was pathetic. Sam didn't care, and Shelly--well she sometimes wished it could be better, but she just assumed that good sex wasn't an important part of life. Her mother had taught her that as she was growing up, and of course she was taught that extra-marital sex or even masturbation would lead straight to hell. She also grew up believing that even with a spouse anything beyond simple missionary was also a sin. Later she would learn that her parents had a very active and lustful sex life that they carefully concealed, but she knew nothing about that as she approached her mid-thirties. She was busy supporting Sam and did her best not to think about sex.
Shelly's life was to change dramatically when she and Sam attended a major Southern Baptist Convention meeting the year Shelly turned 32. The meeting was in Nashville and had a full plate of scheduled meetings and instructional sessions for Pastors and Deacons and separate sessions for their wives. The church leadership recognized the important role a Pastor's wife played in the organization and management of individual churches and accordingly tried to provide training for them that was complementary to the training provided to the Pastors.
Sam valued the role his wife played in the function of their church and encouraged her to volunteer as a speaker at one or more of the wives' sessions, but Shelly resisted. She was terrified of public speaking, something Sam couldn't begin to understand given his occupation as a preacher. It is likely that Sam also believed that if his wife was a well-known speaker to the wives, it would help his standing in the Church. Nonetheless, Shelly refused to step forward. It was almost the only point on which she adamantly resisted any of Sam's requests. Her compromise was that she dutifully attended the wives' sessions, even though she found them terribly boring.
It was a Friday morning at 10:00 o'clock (the last day of the meeting) when she walked up to the registration table, dressed just as she did every Sunday to greet the congregation after church. Her Southern Baptist Convention name tag displaying her name and local church was firmly affixed just above her left breast. She leaned forward to sign the registration book and then stood, turning to walk into the large room where the lecture was to be held. At that point she heard a voice from her past call out, "Shelly?"
She turned to look and found herself face to face with a friend from her past, Laurie Cliffton, except the name tag now said "Jamison." Shelly had gone to high school with Laurie, and they had remained friends after high school while Shelly was working at the accounting firm, but they had not seen each other since Shelly left town following her marriage to Sam. Shelly had heard that Laurie had left town shortly thereafter, running from a scandal. She had been impregnated by one of her many boyfriends. Laurie, although a good friend after high school, was considered one of the bad girls. In school Laurie was frequently sent to the principal's office for violation of one minor rule or another (passing notes in class, cheating on tests, copying others homework, and later cutting class). Laurie did all the things Shelly's mother had told her never to do. Nonetheless the two of them had been great friends. Once she turned 18, Laurie continued to violate the norms of the small Baptist town they had grown up, but now she had become very loose with her dating activities. Shelly had made it a practice to avoid trouble by simply saying 'no' to many of Laurie's ideas.
"Laurie?" Shelly was shocked to see one of the bad girls here. She blurted out, "What are you doing here?"
"Same as you girl," Laurie said, pushing her ample bosom out to show her name tag. "I'm a Pastor's wife. And it looks like you are too." She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Shelly, giving her a long, firm, boob smashing, hug.
When they pulled apart, Shelly was at a loss for words, still in a state of shock to see the ultimate bad girl of her past return as a Baptist Pastor's wife. Finally she stammered, "How . . . I mean . . . Are you . . ."
"Married to a Southern Baptist Pastor? You bet I am," Laurie said, letting Shelly off the hook.
"But how? When?" Shelly asked. "Were you 'reborn'? I never would have expected . . . " Shelly was still struggling with the notion of the ultimate bad girl being just like her. "Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
Laurie laughed. "Oh don't be embarrassed. It was a reasonable question, and no, I wasn't reborn. I'm still pretty much the same Laurie you knew back in Mississippi, with the benefit of a few lessons from the school of hard knocks. It's complicated." She paused for a minute obviously thinking. "You're not a speaker at this session, are you?"
"Heavens no," Shelly responded. "But I've heard this lecture enough times so I could do it in my sleep."
Laurie laughed. "Me too. My husband Ken insists I attend these. He thinks it's important to his standing in the church."
Shelly responded with a knowing nod and a roll of her eyes. Her husband had the same idea, but she thought it was nonsense. What really mattered was how much money a Pastor raised and sent to headquarters in Nashville.
Laurie stood looking at Shelly for a moment with the same gleam in her eyes that Shelly remembered seeing back in Mississippi just before she would propose they do something against the rules, like call in sick to her job and go out to the river to drink beer with a couple of guys. "Do you remember?" she asked, "How we used to go out to the river and . . ."
"You did," Shelly interrupted. "I always chickened out."
"Well now's a chance to make up for those bad decisions. You missed out on a lot of fun. Let's skip this lecture and go someplace to catch-up."
Shelly took a deep breath, thinking of how boring this lecture was going to be, and for the first time in her life she said "Okay," to one of Laurie's propositions.
"Good let's find a beer."
"But I don't drink."
"Really? I thought all Pastor's wives drank. How else can you put up with the life style?"
"Not this one."
"Okay, I get it. Let's go to my hotel room. I've got something else up there that will help us relax while we talk."
"Not booze though?" Shelly asked. She didn't trust Laurie, with good reason.
"No, not booze."
Once again Shelly said, "Okay," to Laurie. She knew from her youth that going along with Laurie was almost always a bad idea, but her curiosity was killing her. She just had to find out how someone who was such a . . . such a slut . . . in her youth had wound up as a Baptist Pastor's wife. Shelly would never have said the word slut and she didn't usually even let herself think it. It didn't apply when they had been in high school, but it was the only word that came to mind when she thought of the Laurie's lifestyle after she turned 18.
A few minutes later they were in Laurie's suite. It was much larger than the economy sized room she and Sam shared.
"Wow," she said looking about. "You and. . . she paused realizing she didn't remember Laurie's husband's name. "You must have a big congregation."
Laurie laughed. "Oh yeah, Ken has a big congregation. We're in LA you know, and everything is big there. And then there is his TV congregation, and his blog, and his Facebook and Instagram pages. We even have our own web site. It goes on and on. We probably spend more on accountants to keep us on the straight and narrow than most congregations collect in tithing. Have a seat. I'll be right back." She disappeared into an adjoining bedroom.
As she walked away, Shelly remembered why Laurie had been so popular among the boys when they were growing up (beyond being always a bit looser than any of the other girls her age). She was gorgeous by anyone's standards--tall with long shapely legs. She had long dark hair that hung down her back. Her breasts, which were big enough back in Mississippi to attract attention, appeared a good deal larger now. Her hips were just broad enough to be seductive without making her look fat. Her makeup was much more . . . well more than Shelly's. Sam would chastise me for wearing that much makeup she thought, but it looks good on her. Her dress, unlike Shelly's stopped a good bit above her knees. And the pumps she was wearing, a soft expensive looking brown leather, had at least an inch more heel on them than anything Shelly owned. I guess they do things different in California, Shelly thought.
When she returned Laurie had a small wooden box that she set on the end table next to the couch she and Shelly were sitting on. She kicked her heels off and pulled her legs up on the couch, letting her dress rise well up her thighs. "So," she said, "I suppose you want to know how the bad girl from your youth came to be a Southern Baptist Pastor's wife?"
"Yes, . . . I mean if you want to talk about it."
"Oh sure. As I said earlier, it's a bit complicated, but I have no secrets, at least not with you. I'm sure the rumor mill told you that about the time you left town to marry Sam, let's see that was four years after we finished high school. Yes about that time, while you were going off to marry your preacher, I was pregnant, not married mind you, but definitely pregnant. You know before we graduated from high school my parents kept me on a really tight reign, just like yours did. But once I was 18 all those controls went away, boy did I take advantage of that change."
"I remember," Shelly said.
"The other problem," Laurie continued, "was that I had no idea of which of several candidates might be the father, and none of them was willing to step up and take responsibility. She chuckled. "Looking back, I can't really blame them for that since I frequently had sex with two or more of them at the same time. They all knew I was 'getting around' and there was no reason to believe any one of them was more likely than any of the others to be the father.
When my father found out, he went through the roof, especially when he realized that there wasn't any one boy he could chase down with a shotgun to make an honest woman out of me. He wanted me to get an abortion, but my Mother was totally opposed. They had one huge fight after another about it. It was really personal between the two of them. Nobody asked me what I thought, nor would they have listened if I volunteered it. I got tired of listening to them fight, so I ran away--to Nashville where, thanks to a social worker, I found my way to a home for unwed mothers. Before the baby was born they arranged an adoption. I never saw my son."
"How terrible. Is that when you were reborn?"
"Hardly. I was far from ready to be a responsible parent. Giving the baby up for adoption was absolutely the right thing to do. I never gave it a second thought." She smiled and shook her head, "I was still just a horny little twenty year old. Once I got clear of the home, I moved into a little apartment with some other girls I had met and got a job at a Hooters. My boobs were big enough to attract men in Mississippi, but after giving birth they were even bigger. The wages were shit, but the tips these girls were earning me were very nice." As Laurie spoke, she cupped her tits and held them out towards Shelly. Each one was more than a handful.
Shelly had a sudden forbidden thought, wondering what Laurie's tits would look like without the covering of her dress and bra. "Where did that thought come from?" she asked herself. Shelly was not a woman who spent any time focusing on other women's bodies. That was one of many things she had been taught was wrong. Still, the thought sent a little zing through her system.
"Oh, I guess you hadn't changed, had you?" Shelly said, as she tried to ban her speculation about Laurie's tits from her mind.
"Far from it, other than I had learned the benefit of birth control."
"Yes, I guess you would from that," Shelly said. "Then what happened? How did you meet Ken?"
"Well, I got fired from Hooters--for having sex with the Manager's wife and getting caught by the Manager. . . "
Shelly gasped, interrupting.
"Another lesson. Don't fuck the boss' spouse, regardless of gender."
Shelly nodded, unable to think of a response to Laurie's revelation.
"So my next job was working as a topless waitress in a 'Gentleman's Club.' The tips were even better there. Later I became a dancer, and after a year or so I got a touring job. Our manager booked us in the better strip joints all over the country. I went by the name 'Lola Brown. I really capitalized on my Mississippi drawl. The guys ate it up," she said shaking her head.
"So you traveled around the country working as a stripper?"
"Yes. . . and you know what? I loved it."
"What? How? All those dirty old men staring at you, and . . . were some of them touching you?"
"Oh yeah." Laurie smiled and shook her head. "We weren't supposed to let them do that, but the tips are always better if you let some guy fondle your tits and your ass a bit. And they weren't all dirty old men. Lots of good looking young guys go to those shows too."
"Oh my." Shelly was at a loss for words.
"I think the best part was that I discovered I just loved taking my clothes off in front of people. I was got a real erotic charge out of it . . .," She laughed again shaking her head, "especially when I could see some guy getting a boner in his pants as he watched me strip for him. What fun!"
Shelly asked again, still looking for a turning point in the story, "So how did you meet Ken? Was that when you were reborn?"
"Shelly, I keep telling you I have never been reborn. I'm still the same girl you knew back in Mississippi. I just happened to be married to a Pastor. Oh, and I found out, once I was out of the stripping business and living as a Pastor's wife in Southern California, that it worked better to shed the Mississippi accent and talk like the man on the five o'clock news." Shelly had wondered what happened to Laurie's drawl. Her own drawl was still very much intact, but being from Mississippi it differed only slightly from the Alabama drawl of her neighbors.
"And Ken?"
"I met him in a strip joint in LA. Pastors aren't always as pure as they would like everyone to think they are, and unlike that little backwoods burg you and I grew up in, it is much easier to remain anonymous in LA. Just drive a few miles and no one has a clue who you are or cares."
"But then you would know that wouldn't you. I mean about Pastors being dirty old men at heart."
"Not really."
"Hmm, I'd like to hear more about that, but before we go any further with our life stories let's unwind a bit." She opened the box she had set on the table earlier and took out a pre-rolled joint and a lighter.
"You smoke?" Shelly asked.
"Not tobacco," Laurie responded. "This is marijuana. Care to join me?"
Once again Shelly should have said no, but she didn't. She had always wanted to try marijuana. Everyone she knew told her about the evils of marijuana. She knew it was wrong, illegal in Alabama, and most likely illegal here in Tennessee, but once she knew it was marijuana and not tobacco that Laurie was lighting up, she said okay. She coughed on the first hit she took, but enough of it got into her system so that when Laurie offered another toke there was no thought of saying no. This time she avoiding coughing and held it in her lungs for as long as she could.
"Sometimes people don't feel much on their first try," Laurie said.
Shelly let the smoke out of her lungs and said, "Really?" Oh wow not me, she thought as the drug hit her hard. She grinned and said, "I don't think I'm one of those people." She was wondering if she was about to drift off the couch. What a delicious sensation, she thought. So relaxing.r"
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