The Minister Ch 03

Hi guys,

This is a continuation of The Minister series I have been writing. It probably won't make sense if you don't read the other chapters but please yourself. Just a warning that it is quite slow moving. I hope you like it! Leave comments and vote please! :)

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Derek walked home, he didn't care about the cold wind against his skin or the icy rain, drenching his expensive suit and dripping off the end of his nose. All he could think about was the kiss. He regretted it immediately. Not because he didn't like it, or he didn't want it, but because it was wrong. He had ruined everything. He was weak, he had given in to temptation and now it was all over. He couldn't see her after this. The kiss had been amazing. He had never felt so alive in his life. No kiss had ever felt so real. It sent shivers down his spine and made his knees go weak. It made butterflies come to life in his stomach and he had lost his breath.

He shook his head and tried not to think about it. He couldn't. He needed to forget her. There was no way any of that should have happened. He cursed himself for being so desperate and needy. Waiting for hours, knocking on countless doors, asking her out to dinner. None of it should ever have happened. He should have just gone home.

He decided he would never go to see her again. Not for anything; he couldn't be near her. It would be too hard. He wanted to cry again. It was if his emotions had been dormant and now they were stirring again. His emotionless, stony mask was beginning to crack.

Ivy was, to put it lightly, confused. When she woke up the next morning she didn't want to go to school. She woke up late, after having a sleepless night. She had set an alarm but ignored it when it went off. It was 11am when she finally pulled herself out of her bed. She had a long shower and then made herself some lunch. Her phone buzzed a lot, probably texts from her friends at school, asking her where she was.

After lunch she went for a jog, running usually helped her clear her mind. But not today. As she ran through the damp streets, all she could think about was what she felt for the Minister - Derek - the night before. When she got home she decided there was only one thing to do. She needed to get more involved with Heath so she could put the whole minister thing behind her. They could never happen. Ministers couldn't have relationships and he was too old for her.

She called Heath. He was 19 so he wasn't at school, it was already 3.30pm anyway so he wouldn't know she hadn't gone to school.

He picked up "Hey Ivy. I wasn't expecting hear from you today! It's a nice surprise."

Ivy chuckled "Yeah, I was just wondering if you wanted to come over tonight? You know just to hang out and stuff, I just restocked the fridge with beer. Hard earnt beer at that, I had to do a lot of flirting with the cashier to convince him I was 21."

Heath laughed "Ok, I will be there soon then."

Ivy hung up and sat on the couch, watching something on TV that she wasn't really paying attention to. She made sure she was wearing the sexiest pair of lingerie she could find and then she pulled out a six pack of beer and sat it on the table, starting on one while she waited for Heath.

She decided that what she had done last night with the minister was a one off thing and she never wanted to see him again. He was cold and unfeeling; it wasn't like he actually liked her or anything. Even though he checked her body out and talked to her in depth, it didn't mean he had feelings for her. He probably just wanted to get in her pants like every other guy and was just using the whole "lonely minister' thing to make him seem more committed and less one-night stand-ish.

Ivy was jerked out of her thoughts at a knock on the door. She went to the door to see Heath standing there, looking very sexy in a pair of jeans and plain black t-shirt. He was right on time again. She invited him in and they sat down on the couch and started drinking beer.

Once the alcohol got flowing, the conversation got easier and they laughed at things that weren't funny. They gradually moved closer and closer and got tipsier and tipsier until finally at about 9pm and 3 six packs later they were as drunk as ever. Ivy didn't get drunk a lot, but tonight, she was feeling very different indeed.

The conversation died and Heath finally made his move. Ivy smiled. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her close. Slowly she leaned up and kissed him. He kissed her back, deepening it, making it hungrier and more animalistic. He shifted his position so he was leaning over her, dominant and possessive. His hands trailed up her thighs to the hem of her mini skirt. She slid her hands underneath his shirt and up his smooth, strong chest. He pushed her down on the couch so that he was laying on top of her, she could feel his erection poking into her stomach. She smiled against his mouth. This was what she needed. After this, she would be cleansed of any feelings she had ever had for that stupid Minister.

She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing and smooth, strong, chest. He moved his hand further up her thigh, to her lacy lingerie. He massaged her clit between his fingers and rubbed his hand along her slit. Slowly he tugged down her miniskirt and threw it on the floor. He moved his kisses down her neck and along her collar bones, biting and sucking at her smooth skin. His gentleman like manners, now abandoned. He pulled at the hem of her lacy underwear and she quickly pulled her tank top over her head and guided his hands up to her breasts.

He massaged her large, heaving breasts through the thin material of her bra. She moaned against his lips and he kissed her harder. Suddenly he got up and pulled her with him. He unbuckled his belt and threw it to the side.

"Down." He ordered. Gesturing for her to get to her knees.

She was slightly taken back but obeyed. He unzipped his pants and they fell to the ground. He kicked them away. Ivy could see the bulge in his boxer shorts. He quickly tugged them down, revealing a rather average sized cock.

"Suck it bitch." He said.

Ivy could say anything he had grabbed the back of her head and was ramming his dick and out of her mouth as fast as he could. Ivy choked and gagged. She tried to pull away but his strong hands kept her head firmly in place. It was probably the alcohol but Ivy suddenly needed to throw up. She tried to kill the feeling but it was there, along with the unfamiliar haziness and dizziness of drunkenness.

Heath pumped in and out and before long her shoved his cock right down her throat and let his load explode. Ivy gagged and coughed. Heath moaned.

"Good little whore" he moaned, "good little whore."

Ivy hadn't liked him fucking her mouth like that but given her drunk state, she was in no shape to make good decisions. If she wasn't drunk, she probably would have thrown him out before he even got her skirt down, and at the very latest, when he told her to get down on her knees. So, with clouded judgement, Ivy took Heaths hand and lead him back to the sofa.

He sat down and Ivy sat on top of him, straddling him. They made out for a while, and if Ivy wasn't drunk she probably would have noticed how flat it was, how boring and disconnected it felt. But she was smashed. Heath, before long, was hard again. He unhooked her bra and barely looked at her tits before he began kneading them roughly and pinching her nipples. Ivy bit her lip slightly against the pain of having her nipples pinched and bitten but she said nothing.

Heath picked her up as he stood up, then he lay her down on the sofa. He took a moment to admire her body hungrily before he lay down on top of her. He didn't bother with anymore fore play, he just ripped off her skimpy underwear and rammed his cock deep inside of her. Ivy almost cried out. She had not been expecting it and she was still fairly inexperienced. She could feel tears in her eyes which made her feel stupid. Heath began pumping in and out of her, his 6-inch cock, filling Ivy's tight pussy completely.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He moaned. "That's how I like my little whores." He said.

Ivy hated being called a whore. But she was drunk, so she just moaned a little as if she was enjoying it. Heath pushed deeper inside of her and began pumping furiously. Ivy dug her fingers into his back and bit her lip as he drove more ferociously. Suddenly Heath slammed hard inside of her and threw his head back, his body going stiff as he once again shot his load deep inside of her.

Ivy squeezed her eyes shut and pretended to enjoy it. Heath grunted and began to pull his softening dick from her unsatisfied pussy. Heath stood up and stretched as if he had just gotten out of bed but his body was glistening with sweat.

"Well, it's getting late." He said. "I had better be going."

He picked up his clothes and began slowly, methodically, dressing himself.

Ivy stared. "So what? That's it?" Ivy slurred. "You're not even going to stay the night?" She asked.

He looked at her. "Well look babe, I would love to but I have work in the morning and well you know, just easier if I go home." He slurred.

Ivy said nothing. Heath finished dressing and said "I'll show myself out. Thanks for a great night babe. I'll call you." He said, then he turned and left, not another word said.

If Ivy wasn't drunk, she would have probably been devastated. She would have been calling Lindsay and gushing to her about what a jerk Heath was. She would have been kicking herself for the stupid mistake she had made and wishing she could just sink into the couch and disappear.

But she was drunk. So she sat there and stared blankly for a moment at the wall, slightly stunned. Then all of a sudden she felt a wrench in her gut; there was no time. Ivy bent over and threw up all over her shoes. Then a moment later she passed out on the couch.

Derek had had a hard day; to say the least. He had barely slept an hours' worth that night. Between the insomnia, terrible dreams and what happened with Ivy, sleep was not going to visit him for long that night. He had already been awake for hours when he got out of bed at 6.30, after what felt like years of waiting for the sun to come up.

With tiredness weighing down his eye lids and clouding his mind, he turned for his coffee machine. As any sane man would; however, upon trying to turn it on he realised that a mouse or something had chewed through the under-used appliance's electrical lead. He had cursed and headed off to work, looking tired and feeling dead.

His job was boring for the most part. And though he did enjoy reading and studying the bible and talking and preaching to people, there was nothing especially thrilling about it. He fell asleep on four separate occasions, for no more than 10 minutes each time, but somehow the head Minister, old Clark, always caught him napping and boy, did he get an earful for that.

After what could only be described as a crappy day, Derek headed home and for the first time in years; he got drunk. He drowned his sorrows in alcohol. This damn girl. Now, not only had he broken his vows once, but twice. He knew it wasn't her fault, he had no one to blame but himself for his weakness. But somehow, it still came back to her. She was the one that he couldn't resist, the one that drove him to drink his sorrows and loneliness away.

At about 11.00pm he passed out and had what was possibly the most peaceful night of sleep in his life for years.

Ivy woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and she had, at some point fallen off the couch and was lying in vomit. Suddenly her gut wrenched; Ivy bolted for the bathroom and only just got there in time to heave up the contents of her stomach. After she was finished throwing up, she took an aspirin and had a long hot shower. When she came out, half an hour later, she realised how much her apartment smelt.

She walked slowly toward the living room where she had spent last night, afraid to see what it looked like. She creaked the bathroom door open, only making the smell of vomit and booze stronger. She stared. It looked like a bomb had hit the place. Her clothes were flung messily across the room, hanging off the TV and a nice floor lamp in the corner. There were beer bottles and cans littering the coffee table and floor. A cold half eaten pizza had been knocked off the coffee table and across the floor at some point during the night; leaving tomato sauce stains stretching across her fluffy white carpet. There were beer stains in the carpet too, creating a painting of red and yellow stains in her carpet. There was vomit on her sofa and the floor below it, it was smeared across the place from her sleeping in it last night.

Ivy suddenly felt another urge to vomit. She swallowed it and began hunting around for her cell phone. Eventually she found it, wedged between two cushions in the couch. She quickly googled cheap cleaning companies and rang one.

While she waited for the cleaning crew to arrive, she sat in her bedroom; too afraid to see the living room. She began trying to remember the events of last night. Her head was spinning and she remembered nothing past the drinking and talking. She was sure they hadn't ordered pizza either but somehow... She remembered thinking that she should hook up with Heath so that she could get over the thing with the Minister the other night. Had she done it? Had she ended up screwing him after the alcohol and sorrow? She thought about the clothes, strewn across the room and slowly it started coming back to her. The rough, flat, kissing; how he fucked her mouth and then... oh god.

Ivy slapped herself. Literally. How could she have done that? She wasn't that kind of a person. How could Heath have done that? Taken advantage of her like that? He obviously wasn't the sweet, charming guy he seemed. Too good to be true.

"I'm so stupid. You screwed up big this time Ivy." She told herself.

Heath had a good façade. Better than even Lindsay, his cousins. He was obviously used to seeing a lot of girls and knew how to get in their pants. Even prudish girls like Ivy.

A knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts once again. The cleaners were here. Ivy let them in and left before they could say anything. She left them the money and told them to lock up when they were done. She realised she was far, far too trusting but on the bright side she knew exactly where they all worked and could sue them in a jiffy if they placed a foot wrong.

She headed out to the gym. It was already well past lunch time but Ivy didn't feel like eating anyway, not after last night. Her appetite was gone. She tried to get everything out of her mind by exercising. She ran fast, lifted heavier and sweated more than ever before. She tried and tried to get Heath and last night out of her mind. Nothing helped.

"That's one way to get a terrible mistake out of your mind" She laughed dryly. "Just screw up even more."

She was surprised to realise she wanted no one here to comfort her more than the minister. They had talked a lot the other night, in fact, Ivy decided that they were getting to know each other fairly well by now. They would have been well on their way to becoming good friends if not for the kiss.

Ivy tried to push it all aside, the exercise which usually made everything go away was doing nothing for her today. She pulled out her phone to check the time and saw that she had over thirty missed calls from her friends and a couple from her grandma. There were even more texts. Ivy sighed. She opened a text from Lindsay. She scrolled up to the first one.

"Hey Ivy guess what!! I have some super exciting news to tell you. I wish I could tell you now but I have to see your face when I tell you. I can't wait to see you at school tomorrow!!"

"Ivy, why aren't you at school today? Is everything ok?"

"I hope you aren't late again, I ran into Nathan from your maths class and he said your teacher is very unimpressed with your attendance rate."

"Ivy are you sick or something? We had cheer practice today, you never miss that. Why aren't you answering my calls or anything."

"If you don't come to school tomorrow the school is going to ring your grandparents. You know that's how it works."

The messages went on, Lindsay expressing concern for Ivy and threating her about missing school. Ivy read some messages from her other friends but they all said the same thing.

She decided she should probably call her grandma but she knew she couldn't. She would know something was up right away. Ivy needed to talk to someone about this, that was for sure. But not someone she knew, that would be too weird. It was times like these when she would go to the church. Just pour her heart out about all her troubles to some unseen minister sitting behind a screen.

The Minister had ruined that for her. Ivy sat there for a while longer before she decided to walk home and buy a sandwich. While she walked home slowly, she decided to make a stand. It was getting late and she needed someone to talk to. She couldn't keep this all to herself. Derek, the minister, was probably off work by now. She glanced at her watch. 10.00pm. Time had gotten away from her. She knew however, that it meant Derek would not be at the church. She knew what she had to do.

The church was only a short walk from her, and being alone in the darkened streets did make her nervous so she made it in record time. She was still wearing her skimpy gym clothes and was glad to find that when she entered the ancient church it had at least one modern addition - heating.

There was no minister to be seen so she walked over to the small enclosed box by the front corner of the room. A confession box. She opened the door to the box and climbed inside, a small bell rang as she opened the door to alert the minister that she was here. She sat on the small wooden bench and closed the door. The space was cramped and a checked wooden screen sat between her and the minister's side of the box. She heard the Minister climb into the box quietly. He didn't say anything, just sat there and waited. After a while Ivy decided to just start confessing her sins.

Derek was working late, due his late start and snoozing off yesterday, Old Clark was quite displeased with his performance and in order to redeem himself, Derek had offered to work the 5.00-12.00 shift for Minister Clark. So, here he was at 10.15pm, still working. He was slightly surprised when he heard the confession box bell ring. People often came to sit in the church late at night but confessing so late was not as common.

He frowned and got up, heading toward the small wooden door in the hallway wall that lead right into the box. He creaked it open and peered across to see who was sitting there. He drew his breath in quickly when he saw her. Ivy.

"Oh no." he muttered to himself. He wanted to curse but he was in the church. He wanted to run away, but he was the minister on duty. It was dark, maybe if he didn't say much she wouldn't see it was him. He knew that she would either leave or get upset if she found out it was him.

He decided that he would sit there quietly, listen to her confession and then let her leave. No excessive conversation needed. He climbed silently into the box and sat on the cramped wooden bench. He tried not to look at her and he kept his head pressed into the shadows, away from the slated screen where she might see him.

Despite trying not to look at her he couldn't help but notice she was wearing nothing more than a pair of tights and a tank top as if she had just been jogging. He couldn't see her face clearly in the shadows but he could just make out the dark rings of sleepless under her eyes and a faint armourer of alcohol. He frowned, suddenly becoming concerned. People who were fine didn't show up to the church in the middle of the night, smelling like alcohol and looking like they hadn't slept. For a moment it was quiet. Neither of them said anything. After a moment Ivy got the idea.