Suddenly, as if a bolt of lightning filled the church, accompanied simultaneously by a tremendous clap of thunder which shook the very foundation of the building, the swirling fog redeveloped and obscured the entire room. Several seconds went by and it cleared just as magically as it had formed.
Sandi and I were kneeling on the altar, the bible between us, alone but for Bruce who came near to nuzzle and lick our faces. Nearby was the cross. We were both limp, exhausted and, speaking for me, totally satiated for the first time in my life.
Sandi looked at her watch and saw that hours had elapsed. “We need to scoot! Dave’ll be home soon.”
We hurriedly replaced the bible on the pulpit. I inserted the heavy cross into its round base on the mantle. We dressed quickly and scurried to the car with Bruce trotting at our heels.
When we got home Sandi opened the door for Bruce and shooed him on toward the neighbors’ house. For the rest of the afternoon, my friend and I could only lounge by the pool sipping margaritas. Neither of us spoke. There was no need. It was as if we had experienced every event the other had … physically, emotionally … and spiritually.
Sandi’s youngest daughter, Jennifer, kept plying us with questions and grinning conspiratorially but gave up when we would only smile at her.
Her husband got home and we all enjoyed a quick dinner. “How was the day for the two of you?” Dave asked at one point during the meal.
“Oh, lazy, really.” Sandi began. “We did drop by the church to make sure everything was in order for tomorrow”.
At this, Jennifer choked and we all looked up at her. “Sorry, food went down the wrong way” she explained. Under the table she kicked my ankle; not hard, just a nudge as if to say “I know…”
That night I went to bed in the guestroom, slightly drunk from all the tequila, and slept like death itself had gripped me.
The next morning was bright and beautiful and neither Sandi nor I seemed to feel any adverse effects. Dave left early as usual to arrive at church before the congregation.
Sandra, me and the two girls followed a little behind. Arriving at the little country church-house, Jennifer and Lauren immediately went off in search of other teen friends to sit with while my friend and I sat in the very front pew.
The choir offered a couple of songs and then Sandi’s husband stood at the pulpit.
Just then, my body tingled as if an electric shock were passing through me. Pastor Dave lifted the heavy wooden cross from its base on the mantle and raised it to the church’s occupants. With his other hand he picked up the large, leather covered bible and raised it overhead as well.
My pussy spasmed and I felt the unmistakably delightful warm glow of a rollercoaster orgasm pulse through me. Sandi’s grip tightened on my hand and I looked at her as a deep, strangely familiar voice boomed, “HehHehHeh”. Sandi and I both cast furtive glances to see who could’ve invaded the sanctuary in such a way but all of the others in the large room were oblivious to everything but Dave as he began his sermon, “Dear friends…”
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