Becoming Pastors Wife Ch 01

Erin woke up in a cold sweat and heavy breathing. The 18 year old high school senior glared over to her alarm clock that read 4:30 am.

It had happened again. Erin had been 18 for a little over two months as the new school year was getting into the swing of things. Her senior year was set to be one to remember for all of the right reasons. Captain of the volleyball team, 4.0 grade point average, cute boyfriend, and college all on the horizon.

But as she stared at the ceiling of her room in her sweatpants, tank top, and ponytailed long brown hair she had to try to control her breathing as she reached over to her nightstand dresser to pull out her journal.

She counted the pages as her delicate fingers slid through the book. This would be entry number 27 of this type of dream.

This dream was so real and vivid that Erin could feel it rattle on inside her head as she began to put pen to paper. Somehow, she felt better when she wrote the dreams down hoping to find some sort of meaning behind them and try to figure out why they were happening.

The dream looked the same as before, Erin was herself but was different. Her body felt bigger. She wasn't fat in the dreams but it seemed like her breasts were much bigger. An image in the dream gave Erin the idea her ass was much larger as well.

Erin looked at the mirror in the corner of her room. She was a fit and toned volleyball player. No massive breasts or big ass for her. The mere idea of those on her seemed worthy of a laugh.

Erin continued to write in the journal that once again her soft and long brown hair was replaced with platinum blonde.

All of this was easy for Erin to pass off as a bizarre viewpoint in a dream. There was an incredible consistency to the dreams night after night but new details seemed to emerge as the nights went on.

Erin distinctly noticed time and time again there was a wedding ring on her finger. A large wedding ring.

As time began to pass in the dream, Erin realized she was on her honeymoon with her husband. Not only that but Erin knew in the dream she was deeply in love with her husband. A love she had never experienced before.

While writing the notes in her journal, Erin could almost feel her pastel colored bedroom begin to get smaller and more narrow. The words she wrote seemingly flowing onto the page of the book as more details became unlocked in her mind.

Erin was still a virgin and so what she wrote about experiencing seemed oddly foreign and also oddly alluring.

In the dream, Erin realized she was naked and having sex with her husband. The details of what exactly was happening to her weren't clear but her enjoyment was real.

Then in the dream when she looked down over her huge breasts down at the man who was enjoying her she saw...

Erin dropped the pen and gasped.

She had always expected to see her boyfriend Matt as the man who was her husband. The boyfriend that had asked her out three years ago. They had known each other for a decade as they went to the same church. They had sort of grown up together so it was natural for them to date. While nothing physical outside of hand holding and cuddling had happened, Erin and Matt were good Christians, the reality is it felt like soon they would become more physical. Erin cherished, rightly or wrongly, her virginity and had promised herself to wait until marriage to share her attractive, but reserved body, for her husband.

Never, ever did Erin think for a minute that all of the dreams she had been having. All of the wonderment and erotic feeling invading her mind would ultimately be about Alan...Matt's dad.

Erin's head went into her hands as tears began to roll down her cheeks. How in the world could this be so real and so constant?

Erin wrote the name and underlined the name "Alan" in her journal.

Seeing the name on paper was just as shocking as realizing he was the man she was married to in the dream.

Alan Watkins was the 50 year old father of Matt. His first wife Kay had left Alan about five years ago to run off with her boss. Nobody had really heard from her since and the "scandal" of the pastor's wife leaving overnight had rocked the church of around 300 people in the bustling suburb.

Alan had clearly gone through quite the down time but had bounced back a bit in the last year or two. Yet as Erin flipped through her journal of the other dreams she began to piece it together that the man she had dreamed about being with was Alan.

The tall man with a broad chest left over from days long gone as a college football player had dark hair with a few specks of gray beginning to appear.

Erin began to ponder everything she had written over the pages of the diary. As a believer in God, she had always believed God would call her to be with a man who shared her faith. In the years she knew Alan, he certainly was that as the pastor of the small and declining flock of people at First Baptist Church.

As the clock began to progress more on this Sunday morning, Erin realized she would be face-to-face in a few hours with the man she had been having all of these vivid dreams about.

Erin closed the journal and thought for a moment. Was it possible that God was telling her to be with Alan? Why was she a seemingly different person in the dreams? Why were the dreams happening so often?

Erin was left pondering those questions as she faded off to sleep.

Across town in a faded 1980s style split level home in need of repair, Alan Watkins awakes before his alarm was set to go off at 5 am.

An early riser, the 50 year old man dreading the fact today was Sunday slides out of his bed before rising and stretching himself with his palms raised above his tall and still strong frame.

Taking in deep breaths as he made his way into the shower to continue to wake up, Alan began the way he typically had for years since his wife had left him by dreaming of meeting his dream woman.

The truth was the pastor in Alan had knowingly gotten worse over the past few years. Feelings of inadequacy, in his marriage, as a pastor, and as a father lingered deeply in him.

As the warm water of the shower began to wash over him again, Alan began to go through the coping mechanisms he had established over the years.

He began to wash and stroke his cock in the shower and dream of his perfect dream.

She never really had a name and was truthfully a mash up of various actresses he had seen in recent years.

As he stroked his growing and hard cock in the shower, Alan closed his eyes and thought again about how incredible it would be to have a young and busty blonde woman for his wife. He thought about all of the things he had learned about in recent years since his ex-wife left. How he would want to treat a new woman. The positions and acts and how this time he would be in command.

Alan had never known his desires to be Dominant until his wife left him. To be in control. To have a woman be submissive to him.

As a pastor, there was some level of an attempt to have a Biblical aspect to it. Men leading the household and being the spiritual leader were things he took very seriously. However, that didn't translate into the bedroom.

He knew deep down that was a main part of the reason why Kay left him. There was no romance. No passion. No sex.

Feeling his cock grow to its full size in his hands caused Alan to lose himself in his thoughts for a moment as he went to the images in his head of the woman he wanted to have.

Then right as he was about to cum, a face finally popped into his head.

Alan opened his eyes right as his cum began to shoot out of his fully erect cock. The line of cum was harder than any he had in a very long time.

Alan leaned against the wall of the shower as he came down from the high of cumming as the warm water washed over his cum covered stomach.

"Erin." Alan muttered out loud in a soft yet desiring growl.

He had fianlly seen the face of the woman he desired and it was the face of his son Matt's girlfiend Erin.

Alan worked his way through the rest of his shower but the image of Erin in all of her amplified curvy glory was a thought Alan had never really dreamed of having.

Alan knew of course the naturally in shape and busty Erin was a senior and was already 18 but the image of her with even bigger breasts and a curvier ass plus blonde hair was something Alan couldn't come close to getting out of his mind.

Alan looked down at his cock and realize it hadn't gone down yet. The thought of Erin in all of the busty blonde glory had kept Alan hard.

Alan masturbated again.

Now in the shower pumping his cock to the thought of an 18 year old Erin riding his cock caused Alan's cock to twitch harden beyond what it had done in a long time.

Alan felt 20 years younger as cum flowed from his cock and down the drain of the shower for the second time that morning.

Breathing heavily as he leaned against the wall of the shower, Alan came down from his sexual high.

Guilt of him thinking of his son's girlfriend in such a way was washing over Alan as he stepped out of the shower and began to dry off.

Guilt over being the pastor of the church where Erin and her family had been going for a decade burdened Alan. How could he let such thoughts enter his head?

Alan looked at the clock and realized he had been in the shower for over an hour thinking about Erin.

The thoughts Alan had next were about how bright and lovely Erin was as a person. A top student, a faithful participant at church, and a really sweet girlfriend to Matt.

She really was a great girl who had a bright future ahead of her with the possibility of even playing college volleyball.

Alan decided in that time that while the thoughts of Erin were intense and real he would ask God to find ways to separate those thoughts and Erin away from Alan. Even though deep down Alan knew he desperately wanted Erin, Alan couldn't help but think they were for all of the wrong reasons.

Alan was left to ponder all of the ramifications of his deep desires as he got ready for Sunday morning.

As a pastor of a declining church, Alan felt like each Sunday was only one more closer to the merciful end of his preaching career. He certainly started out loving every minute of his calling and work but when Kay left...everything changed.

The divorce had been done for over two years but Alan's descent had already begun.

Knowing the physical connection had been gone for too long in his marriage with Kay, Alan had attempted in his single life to committing to getting into better shape and even studying a bit more of what might get women more interested in physical intimacy.

This had mostly derailed for him as he quickly found himself more interested in exploring porn and attempting to rediscover the lustful side of him in hopes of making himself more passionate.

As Alan looked at himself in the mirror as he put on his Sunday morning suit and tied his light blue tie, he couldn't help but look in the mirror and wonder about the man looking back at him.

"It feels like you might be a monster." Alan says to himself as he calmly ties his tie with a calm look on his face.

Deep down, Alan knows everything he has been lusting for in his life now has a poignant and real person to target...Erin.

As Alan puts on his shoes and finishes up final touches, he thinks back to the college football player he used to be. The massively competitve fighter he used to be.

Alan knows himself and deep down he knows the Alan of decades ago would have seen someone like Erin and gone at her with everything he could.

As Alan got into his fully refurbished 1994 Ford F 150 truck and made his way to the church the thoughts of what he might be willing to do to try to steal his son's girlfriend haint him.

The truck was a symbol of the type of competitor Alan could become. After Kay left, he bought the truck at an auction and over a couple years refurbished the truck from bumper to bumper himself. Alan prided himself on his craftsmanship of the truck as it roared down the road. The truck was a symbol of rebirth for him plus showed him he was capable of doing something worthwhile.

As Alan pulled into the church parking lot, he could feel that he was likely much closer to grabbing something else that had alluded him in his life restart...a wife.

The crisp fall morning sunrise was in full effect as the humble church with its brown brick and pitched roof leading to a cross at the top beckoned to Alan to be a pastor to his people.

Alan unlocked the front door and went down the hall past the modest sanctuary painted in mostly white with wood accents and pews with red fabric. The look of the church was dated but everything about it feels like it is existing on borrowed time.

Alan unlocked his office. It was a good sized room taken up with a large desk and regal looking leather chair. Two simpler chairs sit on the other side of the desk. The entire wall on the far end of the room has floor to ceiling shelfs filled with a whole range of books on topics such as religion, marriage, counseling, psychology, and famous literature. Alan prided himself on reading and understanding as much he could on any topic that might help him in his profession.

As he sat down at his desk today, a wave of thought and feeling came over him. All he could think about was the possibility of getting closer to Erin. He had ideas and a plan for what might be possible but Alan quickly decided if he was going to actually think about making a run towards a younger woman...let alone an 18 year old woman...than he would need to present a much more attractive narrative.

Alan knew his looks weren't going to change much but perhaps his opportunities might especially if he redid the way he presented himself.

Referencing his notes for his sermon in a couple of hours, Alan decided he knew what he needed. He needed to change from the dreary and just trying to maintain Alan into a man and pastor who would be more interesting. Perhaps someone Erin would even like to work for or even fall in love with.