To start let me thank my editors from the volunteer editor program, brucru, kenjisato, and JohnBJohn. They helped turn my musings into a story. Any errors in spelling, grammar, or otherwise are mine by virtue of not taking their excellent advice.
That said this is the first of an unknown number of chapters in a cheating story which will occur in an around a church along with other kinks as noted in the tags. If you are sensitive to infidelity or uncomfortable with a church setting this series may not be for you. Please feel free to check out some of my other work that does not focus on these topics.
Chapter 1
Quietly turning a corner, light spilled through the office window into the darkened corridor. He smiled at the confirmation that his target was, indeed, still in her office. A few more steps allowed his shimmering blue eyes to peek in at a woman in her mid-thirties with dishwater blonde hair, intently staring at her computer screen from behind dark-rimmed glasses and unaware of her surroundings. Raising a hand, he slammed the window hard and rapidly.
"Jesus Christ!" she screamed, and jumped back against her chair, her green T-shirt stretching across her modest breasts, as she looked up at the window with wide bright blue eyes of her own. When she focused on the smiling bearded face through the window, she screamed again, this time half in anger and half laughing, "Sean!"
He walked around the corner to the glass door of her office and his laugh filled the space. Leaning on the doorframe, Sean couldn't help but give the woman a quick but discrete once-over and appreciate the way she looked. Her jeans fit tight against her well-shaped thighs, her eyes sparkled with life, and dark blonde hair fell to her shoulders while framing her face.
He smiled at her, mischief practically glowing on his face, even as he poured innocence into his voice, "What?"
"You know darn well what. You scared me. Again. Why do you do that?" The woman settled back in her chair, which drew his eye to her breasts and flat stomach.
Sean bounced his eyes up to her face where an improbably large smile spread over her small mouth. He couldn't be sure if she noticed the way he looked at her, before replying, "Because it's funny?"
"To you." She crossed her legs, which pulled her jeans tighter against her legs.
"Well, of course, to me. If it wasn't funny to me, I wouldn't do it now, would I, Kelsey?"
"You're a rascal." She paused and looked at him quizzically for a moment before settling on his feet. "Where are your shoes? This is a church, not your house, Sean."
"That is reformed rascal, thank you very much. I put my mischievous ways behind me away years ago, and now limit myself to tomfoolery and the occasional shenanigan. Hijinks may sneak in there now and again, too, if no one is watching very closely." As he kept talking, his hands appeared from behind his back and showed her his sandals. His grin grew larger when she visibly connected the dots that he had taken off to better sneak up to the window in her office.
With another laugh and shake of her head, "I should have known. You're shameless."
"Of course not. Second Timothy One-Eight says to not be ashamed—"
"You know darn well that is not what that verse means." Her face turned mock severe as she stared him down.
Sean shrugged boyishly, while flashing her a grin. "Can't fault me for trying. In other news, how's Jack's job hunt going?"
At the mention of her husband's job hunt, the sparkle and life in her eyes faded while her shoulders slumped. Uncrossing her legs, Kelsey leaned forward and seemed to think better of putting her head in her hands; instead, just hung her head down, sending her blonde hair into a cascade around her face. "Three rejections this week. That makes fifteen this month. He, we just don't. He has an interview today and I was—"
As Kelsey spoke, her phone buzzed on her desk which drew both of their attention. As Kelsey reached for it, Sean stepped back out of the doorway and motioned to ask if he should leave. She shook her head and answered the call. The call was short and unhappy before she stabbed a finger at the screen.
"Fuck." It was the only thing Kelsey said before dropping her head into her hands.
"Sorry. From the sound of it, that makes four?"
"Five actually. He got two rejection emails back-to-back."
"Ouch. I remem—"
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Kelsey screamed at the ceiling of her office as loud as she could trying to vent her frustration. It was fortunate for her that it was the middle of the afternoon, but also a Friday so the pastors and support staff, had already left. Her normal cream-toned skin glowed bright red, as blood rose on her cheeks. When she glanced over at Sean, her face fell as she slumped back into her chair.
"I shouldn't have yelled that."
"Not the first time I've heard the word. Not the first time I have heard the word from a girl, either." He tried to put levity into his voice as he continued, "Some might say, being a rascal, or reformed rascal, as is the case, that I have been known to use it a time or two, myself. In my younger years, of course. Not something a proper Christian no longer in the flower of their youth might do."
Kelsey laughed and looked up at him. "Oh, shut up. Wait, did you just call me old? You're older than me."
"I would never. Now what inferences you draw aren't my business. Though a rascal just might point out the adage that men age like wine and women age like milk. Being reformed as I am, I would never say such a thing." His look was the best imitation of angelic innocence he could muster, and the expression on her face told him just how little she believed it.
"Oh yeah, good thing you didn't say that. Anyone who did would probably need to get smacked, or maybe have the that run by their wife for her opinion."
"Dirty pool," Sean sniffed, in indignation and tugged at his goatee unconsciously. "Here I was just on my way out, innocent and minding my own business after straightening up the security closet, and you have to go be mean."
"Me? You are impossible." She shook her head in resignation, as he deflected again in their typical banter.
