This is going to be the chapter that is has the least (so far) amount of dialogue, but uses more descriptions to move the story along. More "scene-setting". Though it has a little bit of description, more "scene-setting", before the action really starts. Again, this might need a few tweaks here and there, and it's always a work in progress!
It starts at the Sunday afternoon, the same Sunday in which Nick got a hand job. I was originally thinking of starting it on a Weds afternoon (all the explanation and descriptions of Sunshine had me thinking of a more afternoon-ish setting). I had the idea of trying to space the action out maybe perhaps over a few days rather than have it on the same day. Also, Roxxy will enter the story halfway through -- although she will crop up more than a fair amount before she fully enters the story, though I can't reveal obviously when or how. You'll have to read and find out ;)
I only have a chapter ahead in my mind, so right now I'm thinking of just writing Chapter 3 (with ideas of 4 already starting) and I couldn't possibly say how many chapters this might have, it could be a continuous story perhaps? Though I think I will know when I want to finish it.
As everyone begins to open up sexually, they become more devious. There is a room within the Church I will use quite a lot with Rachel or Roxxy, sometimes Nick and/or Rachel/Roxxy. It's called the "Bible Study" room, which has a lock on the door where you can grab a few minutes' peace or get yourself off. It's a multi-function room ;)
again, thanks for reading.
Nickkazama xxx
PLEASE NOTE: I AM CURRENTLY IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS. JUST HAD TO SUBMIT THIS.
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The phone buzzed a few times before the answered mode clicked in, the phone's harsh shrill echoing around the house, followed by the automated voice then the person's message. The bedroom's door was slightly ajar and a ray of sunshine filtered through the windows; it left a bright orange hue floating throughout the room and hit different bedroom objects -- the bed, the desk, the drawer, the bedside table, the chair, the TV and the computer. There was an array of clothing scattered all over the floor: a man's blue jean jeans, a black official Metallica t-shirt, turquoise cotton socks and a pair of black Authentic Apparel boxers.
On the bed lay Nick, naked and his cock erect; the bed wasn't made but rather the duvet lay thrown aside and the pillows scattered. He had stopped pumping his cock to listen to the answer machine message, and he heard Roxxy's voice -- hushed and polite -- telling him of the change in time of next Sunday's massive because of the Priest would arrive late, due to a prior engagement. Roxxy was just making the rounds and letting everyone know. She said goodbye and take care after delivering her message, a soft click announced the end of the telephone message. Nick lay there as he listened in rapt amazement at Roxxy's voice, his cock throbbing in his hand. He blinked his eyes a few times struck by her voice still.
He had been masturbating for an half an hour after coming home and quickly getting undressed, his thoughts already clear with the scene in his mind; Roxxy was lying on her bed as Rachel ate her out. It was Sunday afternoon at about 1 PM, and the Sun was moving away from its highest point in the sky, onwards towards its final descent. It wouldn't be long before Nick came but he managed to calm himself down a little thanks to Roxxy and the phone call.
He thought about Rachel again and remembered what she had said to him before he left: "Call me later okay?" He lay there in idle silence as his thoughts ticked over one by one, thinking whether or not to call her. The birds chirped outside the window and the leaves rustled as the wind blew, the trees barely moving an inch. Truth is Nick had no number to call but did have the Church office number, but wouldn't it be weird if he explained to someone why he was calling? He took his hands away from his cock, and shifted onto his left side extending his arm to grab the phone.
He sifted himself using his arse back into the middle of the bed.
He clicked a few buttons and found the directory of where everyone's numbers were stored on the phone's memory. He found the number for the Church, and his hand hesitated over the green telephone to call the number, wondering who would exactly pick up. Nick hesitated a few more seconds before finally deciding to call the number. The phone trilled through the phone a few times before a female voice picked up.
"Hello?" Came the gentle, raspy voice of a female. It was Rachel, thankfully as Nick recognised her voice.
"Hi Rachel." Nick said, his heart beating a little faster as he heard her voice again. His skin started to sweat a little as he tried to make a coherent sentence in his mind as he thought ahead, trying not to sound too impatient or needy.
"Oh," Came the blunt reply, as Rachel sat down on the nearest seat. Her index finger began to twirl her brown hair, curling it into a knot. Her eyes darted back and forth to the two other females in the room, who were volunteers helping out the church, though only part-time. Rachel hoped that they wouldn't eavesdrop on the conversation. Rachel sat in the largest room of the many offices situated in the Church; it had a large table in the middle surrounded by chairs of different shapes, variations and colours; and also the two computer terminals which the other two females sat at; and the large oak desk which was accompanied by a big leather comfy-looking chair.
Today she wore a loose-fitting white blouse, a black lacy bra, a knee-length plain blue skirt that hugged her hips, with plain blue tights underneath the skirt to match. And red leather boots to make her look a little sexier, she also wore black lacy panties to match her bra. She wore her hair medium length today though leaving it hang loosely and free, she had her make-up applied lightly today with a light dab of eye-shadow, pronouncing her jade green eyes, and only the slightest hint of red lipstick. She also wore her favourite perfume -- Channel de Rouge.
"I'll give you my mobile number," Rachel whispered quietly, hoping no one overheard her. Rachel quickly recited her mobile number from memory and said a quick goodbye and hung up the phone. She scratched her leg through her skirt, though she wanted to itch her crotch -- freshly shaven in case Nick or she wanted to take it further and have sex.
"Bye Rachel," but Nick was not heard as he heard a click halfway through, ending the call. Nick wasn't exactly disheartened by this or saddened as he knew that there could be volunteers there today and obviously he didn't want any rumours to start. Rumours were like wildfire where Nick lived, and once a rumour started it wouldn't stop. Looking at the phone for a few seconds, his eyes blinking and his heart still hammering away like a jackhammer, Nick jumped back to life as Rachel's number kept repeating itself is in head like a mantra.
Rachel had hung up early on deliberate, knowing exactly why Nick would be calling only soon after having two amazing orgasms and Rachel also having an amazing orgasm well; she suspected all too well what he was doing, and she loved him for that. Oh God, love? She wondered. Am I...too old to love? She brushed her medium-length brown hair out of her eyes, taking a quick glance around the room to see that that the other two women were still engrossed in their work and paid no mind. She got up slowly and smoothed down her skirt, her hands clenched as another temptation to itch tingled in her loins.
"I'll just be in the next room," Said Rachel absently to the two other women, who seemed not to notice at all -- they barely looked up from their work to acknowledge what Rachel had said. She turned towards the left and exited through an old-looking worn brown door, the brass knob creaking from age as she twisted it. She walked along a narrow corridor and turned to the right until she found the room that she had given a hand job to Nick in.
