A sequel to "Jenna Goes to Church" which proved more popular than I expected. Thanks for all the feedback. More fun with the ever-horny Jenna and the good chaps of St. Michael's church and beyond!
A full year had passed since Jenna Fox had started attending St Michael's church. During that time, she'd carried out God's work and in the true Christian spirit, brought much happiness to several male members of the church, thus helping them to become better Christians. In her new role as a vicar's wife, she finds there are still many other men of the church in need of guidance...
Reverend Simon Morris and his wife Jenna were holding their annual November social at the vicarage. November always seemed such a depressing month, when, after the initial excitement of Guy Fawkes Night, nothing much happened. Christmas was still a little too far away, although the shops had been selling festive stuff since September. It got earlier every year.
The usual members of St. Michaels CE church were in attendance - Gordon Leesmith the church organist and choirmaster, Josh the curate, Bishop George, Yulia et al, plus a few new faces from other churches that Jenna hadn't seen before.
Jenna was wearing a low-cut, black velvet dress and a diamond encrusted cross necklace. A couple of times, she caught a tall, serious-looking man in the corner of the room staring at her. He quickly averted his eyes when she looked at him.
"Wonder who he is?" The chap was clad in black and wearing a clerical collar, so evidently a vicar or priest of some kind. She knew most of the clergy at the local churches, but had never seen this guy before.
Gordon was circulating, and on the hunt for a toilet. Beer always went straight to his bladder.
"Great atmosphere Jenna," he said, winking at her. "You look lovely by the way."
"Why thank you," she winked back. "You look rather fine yourself. That navy blue suit...mmm. We need more men in suits. Down with casual dress I say!" The organist still turned her on, despite her offloading him onto Yulia's willing friend Martika. "A shame Martika couldn't attend tonight."
"Yes, she's been struck down with flu. Been in bed all week."
"Awww." They looked at each other. Gordon's face bore an expression that was pretty much screaming, "I am unbearably horny and really need a fuck right now...I know you're the vicar's wife now but I still fancy you like crazy and miss your lips on my cock..."
"Er is there a downstairs loo here?" He said. "There's a queue for the upstairs one and I'm bursting for a pee."
"Afraid not. Hard to believe in a house this size I know. There's always the back garden. Plenty of bushes and it's dark." Jenna replied, and tossing him a crumb of hope, added. "I might join you out there later."
Gordon's face lit up. "Okay. Thanks!"
Jenna scanned the living room. Presently, her husband appeared. "Nice to see so many guests. I didn't think so many would turn up!"
"I know, It's great!" Jenna couldn't help but notice that there were way more male guests than female ones. "I wonder why that is?" She grinned to herself. "By the way, who's that guy in the corner over there? He looks like he's at a funeral rather than a vicarage social. His face could turn milk sour."
Reverend Morris looked. "Oh. That's Father Aiden. He's a Catholic priest. Only been in this neck of the woods for a few weeks. He's taken over at St Gregory's. Prior to that he was based in Liverpool. Huge Irish community there of course, and I believe he was born in Dublin."
"Can't get more stereotypically Irish, can he?" The name, the look - Father Aiden had black hair, pale blue eyes and a bone-white complexion. His hairstyle struck Jenna as being somewhat old-fashioned, with sideburns.
"He'd be good at playing a vampire. Why's he looking so miserable? Is it because he's in a Church of England vicarage?"
Reverend Morris laughed. "Ha! No, my love. All denominations are welcome at this vicarage - we've got the Oakwood Road Methodist guys here too and the Living Earth Free Church. From what I've heard, Father Aiden is just a very serious man. It's just how he is. He's probably enjoying himself, even though he looks miserable."
"If he's a Catholic priest does that mean..."
"Oh yes. Vow of celibacy."
"That's the real reason he's miserable then!" Jenna replied.
"Indeed. Whilst I respect his vows, personally it's something I could never adhere to!"
"Nope. You like pussy too much, Rev."
"Jenna, ssh! You're making me blush!"
"I'm right though."
"You know I can never get enough of your pussy," the vicar whispered in her ear. "I must go and mingle...before I get another hard-on."
Jenna sensed the moment was right to get to know the mysterious Father Aiden a bit better. The priest was currently being bored to death by an elderly woman from St. Michael's who was lamenting the state of modern Britain.
"...And like I keep saying, this country went to the dogs long ago. Useless, lying politicians, rising crime, rising cost of living. Unbridled filth peddled on every street corner. I imagine, Father, coming from a big city like Liverpool, this small town must seem like paradise to you. Don't be fooled! County lines are a big problem! And the local park. Would you believe it? It's become a dogging hotspot..."
Father Aiden said nothing and just nodded patiently at her. Sensing he needed rescuing, Jenna cut in.
"Sorry Mrs Grimes, can I just interrupt and borrow Father Aiden for a minute? I need to discuss something."
"Oh be my guest," the pensioner replied. "He's not got a lot to say."
"Probably because he couldn't get a word in," Jenna muttered under her breath as Mrs Grimes shuffled off. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Jenna, Reverend Morris' wife. Nice to meet you, Father Aiden." She held out her hand, and he reluctantly shook it.
"Hello." The priest spoke at last, in a thick Irish accent, his dour expression unchanging.
"You look rather trapped. Too many people here for your liking?"
"A little." Father Aiden replied. He looked extremely uncomfortable in Jenna's presence. "I'm still...finding my feet around this area."
"I'm sure you'll settle in just fine, Father. Have you tried any of the buffet? My husband's a great cook - he's made some great cakes and..."
"Maybe later. I...I would appreciate a cup of tea if possible."
"Oh no problem. Why don't you take a seat in the snug? You'll find it more relaxing in there. Less chatter."
"Thanks." He skulked off. Jenna took a deep breath. "Blimey, what a cold fish. I'd get better conversation out of a statue. Still, early days. With a little bit of help, he's bound to open up sooner or later." Far from putting her off, Father Aiden's stern exterior only served to fascinate Jenna further. And the fact he was a celibate priest....hmm. That couldn't possibly be good for him, could it?
