Jenna Goes to Church Ch. 04

At this Sunday’s service, there was much talk of the upcoming harvest festival. Members of the congregation were encouraged to donate fruit and vegetables, along with non-perishable items for the local foodbank.

Jenna had made an effort and brought along a bag of apples. She placed the bag on the side table in the church hall.

“I don’t know how a brazen hussy like you has the cheek to set foot in a church.”

Jenna remained calm, as she turned to face Mrs Norris. “Well I’m a Christian, the same as you.”

“Huh! Christian my foot. I saw what you and the organist were getting up to and I think it’s disgusting! In the church of all places! And he’s old enough to be your father!”

“Well if you clutch those pearls of yours any tighter they’ll crumble to dust. And Gordon and I happen to be consenting adults. Single consenting adults. So there.”

“Why you…you….horrid little slag!” Mrs Norris fumed, lip quivering. She stormed off.

Jenna exhaled and rolled her eyes.

“Coffee or tea?” a friendlier voice asked. It was Debbie, the Sunday school teacher, who was volunteering to do today’s hot drinks rota in the hall.

“Tea please,” Jenna replied.

“You ok?”

“Yeah. I don’t think I’ll be on her Christmas card list.”

“Don’t let that old bag get to you. She’s a nasty one. She’s horribly ageist. Not to mention xenophobic too. I overheard her mocking Yulia’s English skills last week. I can’t stand her. Her husband’s not that bad, he’s a tedious fusspot, but there’s no malice in him. But her, she’s poison.”

“I heard her hubby spreads gossip on Facebook.” Jenna said.

“More likely that’s her doing.” Debbie replied. “I’d be surprised if John Norris even knows how to switch on a laptop.”

A brief chill ran through Jenna. What if Mrs Norris were to post some bile about her online? “I don’t use social media any more,” she said. “Briefly poked my nose into Twitter as a teen, but didn’t like the pile-ons.”

“Wise. I’m on Facebook, but only to keep up with church stuff. I never post anything about my private life. I imagine Mrs Norris would have a stroke if she knew I was dating a woman. A married woman at that. Keep it to yourself. I’m not ready to come out yet.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t say a word.”

Jenna sipped her tea quietly as she observed the other members of the congregation file into the hall. She was hoping Reverend Morris would soon arrive, but after fifteen minutes, there was still no sign of him. Then there was Gordon; he never came into the hall after a service, and he’d sent her that amusing text message on Friday, about Charles Wesley and his “bulging hymn book.”

She headed out of the hall, in search of Gordon, when Josh the curate came staggering in, carrying a massive pile of hymn books. He almost collided with Jenna and dropped a couple of books.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Josh stammered. “How clumsy of me.”

Jenna bent down and picked up the books. “You’re loaded up like a pack horse. Let me give you a hand. Where are you taking all these?”

“Um. So kind!” His pale cheeks went pink. “The storeroom at the far end of the hall. These are spare hymn books.”

“Ok. Lead the way. By the way, you haven’t seen the vicar have you?””

“Oh…he and the organist are in a meeting. One of the organ pipes has just been repaired.”

“Damn,” Jenna muttered under her breath. “Oh dear. How sad. I guess he’ll miss his tea and biscuits.”

She followed Josh down to the storeroom. She’d never paid much attention to the curate before, but looking at him now, she realised that he was rather cute. Mid-twenties, tall and stocky with fair hair and a chubby face. There was an endearing innocence about him. Reverend Morris had said he was hoping to complete his ordination next year and become a fully-fledged vicar. He’d been impressed by his devotion to the church – but he needed to come out of his shell a bit and interact more with worshippers. Josh was a shy man and lacking in self-confidence. Remembering this information made Jenna smile.

I think this innocent curate needs some other kind of help…

The storeroom was vast, and crammed from floor to ceiling with box files, books, old furniture and plastic crates.

“Holy sh…, I didn’t know this room existed. almanbahis adresi And what a lot of stuff for one small church!” Jenna exclaimed.

“Heh, yeah.” Josh said, putting the books down. “It’s not just for St Michael’s. We share it with St John’s and the Methodist church on Oakwood Road.”

Jenna began putting the books on the shelf.

“Um you don’t need to do that…”

“Jenna.”

Josh blushed again. “Jenna. It’s kind of you to do that but…”

“Oh I don’t mind. Why should you have to do all the donkey work? This room is a tip. Besides, a good Christian should help others, right? Especially the vicar’s right-hand man. That’s what a curate is, yes?”

Josh relaxed a bit. “Pretty much, yeah. Like Batman and Robin.”

“Have you always wanted to be a curate?”

Josh sat down on a stool. “In truth, no way. I wasn’t religious at all when I was a kid. I suffered from crippling shyness. I used to dread being asked to read in front of the class. When I was ten, my dad walked out, and that affected me a lot. Haven’t seen him since. Mum turned to drink…I relied on my grandad for support. He became a father figure to me. He used to be a vicar. Thanks to him I survived my teens and passed my exams. I was eighteen when he died. That’s when I decided I wanted to follow in his footsteps. Without him – and God, I fear…well I may have gone down a dark path. Got in with a bad crowd. Taken drugs, self harmed…maybe ended up in jail.”

“Wow.” Jenna replied, realising how cosseted and safe her upbringing had been. “Well I’m so glad your grandad was there for you.”

“There are still days when I doubt myself and I’m in a bad place. I feel useless.”

“Don’t put yourself down,” Jenna said, walking towards him. “You’re an amazing role model, especially for younger people.”

Josh blinked. “You…think so?”

“I do. Plus, you’re really cute. Has a girl ever told you that before?”

Josh blushed. “Err…no-one except my Nan. I don’t think she counts.”

“Women round here must be blind,” Jenna added, making him squirm with embarrassment. She leant forward and planted a kiss on his lips. He trembled, cheeks turning redder.

“J-Jenna…don’t…”

“It’s alright Josh. You’re not committing a sin or anything. We’re not inside the church, if that’s you’re worried about.”

“N-no, it’s not that. I…um…” The curate sighed. “I… I’m just scared of…I don’t know if I can…do this.”

She already knew he was single and straight, but decided to question him. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No…but, um…that’s the problem really. I’d like one, but I wouldn’t know how to tell her…”

Jenna stroked his arm. “Tell her what?”

“I worry she’d laugh at me.”

“Josh. Whatever it is, I promise I would never laugh at you. And I will understand.”

He looked down. “Shit. I’m twenty-five. And I’m still a virgin! I’ve never gone beyond kissing a girl.”

She kissed his cheek again. “Oh Josh. That’s nothing to feel awkward about. In fact I admire you. In this age when we’re bombarded with over-sexualised imagery 24/7 both online and offline, finding someone who’s chosen to wait is pretty awesome in my opinion. I lost mine just days after reaching the age of consent. I couldn’t wait to lose it. But that’s just me…”

“Yeah but…I…um…”

She pulled him to his feet and gently coaxed the truth out of him. “You want to lose your virginity, yes?”

“More than anything. But…dating today is scary. It’s a minefield. Especially after Me Too. I’m afraid. I don’t want to say the wrong thing and come across as some horny creep…”

Jenna held back a chuckle. Mrs Norris probably thinks of me as a horny creep. She thought.

“I get that. But trust me. I don’t think a sweet, kind-hearted man of God like you could ever be a creep. Horny yes…nothing wrong with that of course.” She winked at him and he gulped. “How about it? I think you’re ready right now.”

His eyes widened. “W-what? Here?”

“Why not? It’s nice and private, And you’re a really sexy curate!” Her face was just inches from his own, hovering there. Then her lips were on his, dancing there softly for a moment before pulling away.

“Jenna…” He was already rock hard, and hoped his almanbahis adres cassock had disguised this fact.

“Ssh. You’re very special.” She whispered, barely audible. “You’re warm, caring… You’re strong. You deserve to be experience the joys of the flesh.” She kissed him again. It’s okay to feel nervous. First time is always a bit nerve-racking. But just relax. You’ll be just fine…”

What an adorable lamb to the slaughter, Jenna thought to herself. He’s so scared and unsure. I’ve never seduced a virgin before, so I’d better not go too hard on him. I do love a challenge. With a bit of encouragement, this sweet guy could have real potential.

The touch of her lips sent a fire through his body, a jolt that brought a tingle to every micron of his skin. “Oh, Jenna!”

“Shhh.” Her lips caressed his own, then his nose, his ear. “Don’t talk just now, okay?”

“Mmm?”

She kissed him again, gently caressing his upper lip between her own. At last, he responded.

“Josh.” Jenna smiled cheekily. “You’re a pretty good kisser, you know that?”

“Really?”

Just relax. I’m not going anywhere, there’s no rush. All we have to do is discover each other. There’s no hurry. No-one’s going to come in here. I imagine the vicar will be busy for ages.”

Jenna ran her hand down the front of his black cassock. “Oh my, you’re more than ready. “Let’s get these buttons unfastened.” She knelt before him, opening the cassock and revealing the black trousers underneath. And another straining crotch bulge.

“I’m going to worship you,” she whispered, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. Josh was wearing plain black briefs underneath. It was fun seeing the different types of undies men wore. First there was Reverend Morris with his “holy boxers,” then Gordon and his sensible white y-fronts, now Josh with smart black tight-fitting briefs.

“Everything will be fine. I promise. Close your eyes if it makes you feel better, okay?”

The curate hesitated still, but Jenna’s smile was reassuring and gentle. “I promise you’ll like it.” With a shudder, Josh squeezed his eyes tight as his trousers and underwear were lowered, and he could feel the cool air of the room, then Jenna’s warm breath on his manhood.

“There we are.”

He couldn’t resist a peek, through half-closed eyes. He was painfully stiff, of course — harder than he’d ever been in his life, but he didn’t need his eyes to tell him that. He shivered as Jenna ran her hand through his pubes and stooped to kiss him there. He gasped as her smooth palm encircled him.

“Oh my God!”

“Mmm. So beautiful. Truly God’s gift to women. Just relax — don’t fight the feeling. Isn’t it nice?” Jenna kissed the very tip of his member, and he gasped and moaned, his muscles tensing. “Don’t fight it now Josh — just let the feelings come. Relax and let it take you. You don’t have to hold it back — just let it come.” With that, she closed her lips around his head, tasted him with her tongue.

“Uhh! Oh Jesus!” The curate groaned. The crescendo was boiling in him now, wonderful and frightening and exhilarating. Nothing could have prepared him for the warm embrace of a woman’s mouth, the slight roughness of her tongue as she rolled it up and down his length. No porn, no fantasy could have approached the sensation of her lips gently drawing on his dick, coaxing him towards a peak of indescribable pleasure. The fire was in him and around him, consuming him and his thoughts until all that he was became the connection with her, his flesh and her mouth. Her hands cradled his cock gently as he built towards climax, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow.

“Ooh…”

“Let it come.”

Josh sighed deeply in relief as Jenna enveloped him again, shuddered as he felt himself swell between her lips, as he released himself to her, surrendered to her, spurting his cum. She lingered over his manhood, slowly coaxing him down from the heights of his ecstasy. She gently licked his shaft and kissed a drop of his essence from the tip, and smiled up at him.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She said, standing up. “Did you enjoy your first blowjob?”

“Jenna. Fucking hell!”

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Yes!” he gasped.

“Oh good. Because we’re almanbahis adresi not done yet. You don’t get off that easily you know!” Jenna began unfastening her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Josh’s eyes widened. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

An old, battered table was in the middle of the storeroom. Jenna cleared it and reclined on it, spreading her legs and unfastening her blouse. No bra!

“Your turn.”

Josh crossed himself.

“Just trust your instincts.” She whispered, lowering herself onto her back. Josh stared at her for a second, dumbstruck by her beauty and timid as a deer. Her gently smiling face and the flowing red hair that framed it, the round fullness of her breasts, her long legs, and the tantalising lure of her wet womanhood between…

Finding his courage at last, Josh moved close. With a shaky hand he reached out and tentatively cupped her left breast. Tracing the nipple with his thumb, ever so gently.

“Mmm nice, Josh. Keep going!”

Encouraged, Josh lowered his mouth to her other breast, the memory of the delightful sensations she’d given him earlier fresh in his mind. He felt her run her fingers through his short blonde hair as he tasted her with his tongue, heard her sigh as he closed his lips around her nipple.

“Gently now.”

“Sorry!”

The curate feasted on her breasts for a bit longer, before moving down to her abdomen, planting more kisses, then he paused for a moment. Jenna said nothing, silently urging him to carry on, and he did. Tentatively, he kissed the inside of her thighs, tracing a finger through the trimmed hair above her slit.

Josh continued to lovingly kiss her thighs, his nerves beginning to fade. The heady scent of her was overpowering, emboldening him to trail a finger between her pussy lips. The wetness he felt there surprised him, and he glanced up.

“You’re doing great, Josh.” Jenna answered in a throaty whisper. “Please don’t stop.”

He ran a finger over her clit, causing her to let out a moan. Lowering his head, he caressed her softly with his mouth, tasting her.

“Oh Josh…” He suckled gently on her clit and she let out a scream.

“Jenna?” He pulled away from her, his fear returning. “Did I hurt you?”

“No Josh. It was incredible, that’s all. When you licked me down there…wow. You sure know how to thrill a woman. You learn quick! But don’t make me cum just yet. Because I want you inside me when it happens.”

Josh’s heart leapt into his throat. “Oh…”

“Are you ready?”

“Um…but protection…I-I don’t have a condom…”

“It’s okay, you don’t need to worry. I’m on the Pill.”

“Oh…right. Good…”

“Think of this as doing God’s work,” Jenna purred, urging him to get on with it. She was eager to feel that virgin prick inside her.

Slowly he positioned himself above her on on the creaking table. Jenna took his cock in her hand, guiding him. He felt the head of his organ nestle inside her.

“Lord in Heaven!” It was such exquisite torture, fighting the urge to cum as fast as he could. The feel of her pussy as it sheathed him was beyond even the joys he’d felt already.

At first, he slipped in and out of her slowly. He buried his face in her neck.

“Mmm, oh God Josh. Yes! Go harder!”

Jenna slowly relaxed her control, allowing him to work his cock in and out of her more forcefully. He thrust in deep, as far as he could, and gasped, savouring the sensation.

“Ooh Josh, that’s so good!”

He speeded up, as she wrapped her legs round him. Soon he was pounding her like a pro.

“Jenna!” He could feel his climax coming now, a mighty force of almost Biblical proportions. Just as Jesus drove out many devils, Josh drove out his virginity, casting it aside forever. He’d been freed.

“Unnnnnggghhh!” With a roar of release the curate came, filling Jenna’s womanhood with his seed. Josh wasn’t sure how long his orgasm lasted. But he knew that it was wonderful — an epiphany of sensation, and that Jenna writhed and gasped in the throes of her own climax in perfect harmony with his.

When they’d both calmed down, Jenna held him close and kissed him. “Are you okay? You were amazing, Josh, do you know that? How are you feeling?”

“Just fantastic…absolutely fantastic! I…wow. That was…incredible. Um…do you mind if I say a quick prayer for both of us?”

“Not at all. You go ahead.”

When he’d finished, he opened his eyes and looked at Jenna, who was smiling broadly. “You are going to become a bloody amazing vicar!” She said.