This was going to be the most difficult day of my working life, I was about to preach a sermon that would either bring my flock onside or alienate them forever.
I, Matthew Ridgway, have been the Minister of a church in a small country town for some three years. The time has been something like the Curate's egg; good in parts. I have been accepted into this town and have made many friends and enjoyed my work in the community, that has been the good part. The bad part was the loss of my wife of six years, Nicolle, in a motor vehicle accident. As a Christian I was bound by my spiritual beliefs to forgive the drunken driver of the other vehicle, but believe me this has been very hard, I am after all, human.
I have been surrounded by friends throughout my ordeal and this has been a great support to me, although some of them espoused retribution and I have had to beg them to forgive. Difficult as this has been it is not the reason for today's sermon, that has been brought about by gossip within the church community regarding my relationship with a young woman.
It started while I was still feeling very saddened by the loss of my soul mate, the woman with whom I had hoped to spend the rest of my life. Jennifer had been one of Nicolle's closest friends and would often have dinner at our house. This was fine, the old dears saw nothing wrong with this while Nic was still alive. The two of them played tennis together, were involved in charity work together and were looked upon as sisters by everyone including myself. It seemed only natural that Jen should offer her shoulder to me in my time of sadness.
The moment that has led to the rumours happened about three months ago. Jen had been tidying up around my house, as she had been doing since Nic died, and had prepared my evening meal, again as usual. We had been having meals together for some time and I appreciated the company, especially during those dark times when I was asking God why he was punishing me.
After saying Grace I looked over at Jen and said' "I really don't know how to thank you for all that you've done for me over the last three months."
"Don't thank me, it was the least I could do. I'm sure that if the shoe was on the other foot you would help me. In fact you have helped me."
"I don't know how."
"Let's look at it this way; we have both lost a very close friend and we have both mourned that loss. We have both supported each other over the time taken to recover from that loss, so you see we have helped each other."
"I still don't know how to thank you."
Jen stood up and walked around to my side of the table, bending down she kissed me on the lips. It was definitely not a platonic kiss. "That will do for starters." She said as she sat down again.
The kiss was unexpected but, to be honest, it was something that I had been hoping for for some time but, not wishing to hope, I had repressed it. "Do you think we should be contemplating this?"
"Stop being a minister, stop worrying about what your congregation will think, there is nothing wrong in us moving our relationship up to the next level. I want to, and I believe you want to as well, so stop thinking with your head and think with your heart, do you want to kiss me, and do you want to make love to me?"
"Yes of course I do but the Bible..."
"What does the Bible say? That we shouldn't make love before we marry? Doesn't it also forbid you to marry me because I'm not a virgin? What a lot of archaic rot! The only reason those Laws are in the Bible is to protect the proprietal rights of the husband. Marriages were an arranged contract between the families of the bride and groom, and proof of virginity was there to ensure that the contract had not been broken. In this day and age very few brides walk down the aisle intact. You as the minister don't refuse to perform wedding ceremonies where the bride is not a virgin so you obviously don't have a strong belief in that Law."
"But that is different, I as the minister have to be setting an example for others to follow and if I make love to you then I am encouraging my flock to do likewise."
"No you're not! As you said if you 'make love' and that is the point, there is a difference between having sex and making love. Having sex is a purely physical act, but making love is part of the bonding process between two people, a part of the spiritual joining together of two people who love each other and whether this happens before or after the marriage ceremony is irrelevant. There is a difference between what I'm proposing and you going to a brothel and paying for some woman to allow you to use her body."
I had to admit that she had a point and for me to take the moral high ground was hypocritical. To deny that I was attracted to her would be to deny my feelings and, whether I liked it or not, my feelings for Jen could not be denied.
"Look," Jen said, "I have been in love with you for a long time, even before Nic was killed, and I've had to suppress that emotion for all of that time, but now I don't want to do that any more. I love you and I don't care if people know that, and I fully intend to marry you sooner or later, I just hope it's sooner."
I had to admit that I have had similar feelings and they have had me tossing and turning over many nights. I've hoped that Jen felt the same way and now that she has expressed her feelings, I can't see what is wrong with moving to the next step in our relationship. I stood up and took her in my arms, she raised her face to me and my kiss left her in no doubt that my intentions at this point were carnal, in a bonding sense.
"Come." I led her into my bedroom and we sat on the bed. I kissed her and my hands began to explore her body. She was more bountifully endowed than Nic had been and my hands moved over those endowments, the nipples of which hardened under my touch. Jen's hand found my zipper and was soon inside my trousers caressing my hardened cock.
I undid her blouse and bra and her breasts stood out proudly from her chest. I kissed them in turn, paying particular attention to her nipples. A moan escaped her lips and she snuggled closer to me, still playing with me. I slid a hand between her legs and she spread them apart to allow easier access to her vaginal delights, my finger slipping under the elastic of her panties and into her moist slit and massaging her.
I stood up lifting her up with me. I undressed her and stood back a little to admire the vision that stood before me. "You are the most beautiful woman that I have seen in such a long time."
She slipped my trousers down and I stepped out of them, "You not so shabby yourself. I have never seen anything like that." She said pushing him down and watching him spring up. "He looks ready for action."