It's been a while, mainly due to me suffering a most dreadful case of writer's block, but now we return to our good friends at St. Michael's CE church...
"Dear Brothers & Sisters," Reverend Simon Morris stood in the pulpit and began his sermon.
"Well first of all, special thanks to Gordon for that fine voluntary and hymn, and to Mia, for playing the Gloria. We have an organist and an organist-in-training! As I'm sure you're aware, my wife Jenna, has kindly agreed to stand in for Raymond Wilson, the organist at Oakwood Road Methodist Church, who is recovering from surgery.
Also as you may have noticed, we are joined by Reverend Horatius Fletcher, an old friend who mentored me back when I was studying for my degree in theology many, many years ago!"
The man in question was sat behind the vicar, at the side of the organ and clad in full robes. He looked a lot older than he probably was. He smiled and nodded. "You were a good student...well, most of the time!"
A chorus of sniggers erupted from the assembled congregation.
"Did he step out of a Dickens novel?" someone whispered. "He's got the perfect name for one."
"From the look of him, he was an old 'un when Queen Victoria were a mere slip of a girl!"
"Aye, he listened to one two many sermons. That's what we'll look like by the end of this service."
"And now we turn to events in the Christian calendar. We've entered the month of remembrance: All Saints, All Souls, and, of course, Remembrance Sunday. It is always necessary to remember important events which have gone before, because, as has been said, those who don't remember history are doomed to repeat it. This year we studied on Sundays, and in our Bible reflection group, the Book of Exodus..."
There was much coughing and shuffling of feet as the congregation braced themselves for another of the vicar's famously long and tedious sermons.
Over at the organ, Mia was thinking some less-than-holy ways of spicing up this dull part of the service.
"I was so nervous playing the Gloria," she whispered to Gordon, who was sat next to her on the organ stool. "My first time playing in front of the congregation."
In the four months she'd been practicing, Mia had learnt a lot, but there was still a heck of a long way to go.
"You were fantastic," Gordon replied, reassuring his much-younger girlfriend. "I knew you could do it."
"The next hymn...I'm not sure if..."
"Want me to play it?"
"If you don't mind."
"No worries." Gordon adjusted his music sheets. The next hymn was The King of Love My Shepherd Is, set to the tune of St Columba.
"Think I need to relax my fingers a little," Mia continued. "All that pressing down...I need something to squeeze. My palms have gone sweaty and hot." Her right hand slipped over to his thigh and squeezed it.
"Now lass," Gordon muttered. "Why do I get the feeling you're itching to play a different organ?"
She gave him that grin...the one that meant serious naughtiness. How he loved that grin.
Meanwhile, the vicar's sermon continued. "As St Paul wrote in Ephesians 2: '[Jesus] is our peace, who has made the two groups one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility, [...] His purpose was to create in himself one new humanity out of the two, thus making peace, and in one body to reconcile both of them to God through the cross.' The Cross of Christ makes peace possible. The Cross of Christ can make brothers out of enemies."
With one hand, Gordon pushed her closer and slid his tongue into her mouth. Mia could feel his hands trailing the skin of her arse, exploring under her skirt.
Her gasp was soft, but keen. Gordon's lip twitched in amusement.
She lead his fingers further into the wetness underneath her knickers.
"Oh, Gordy-pie, I want you in me..." Mia moaned in delinquent need.
With an arched brow, the organist huskily whispered, "Oh yes? Which part of me do you reckon?" Mia giggled.
He slid one broad finger into her velvety wetness and twisted in her, prodding her delicate fondness. Clearly the soft groan she emitted was not a sign of complaint.
"Hmm... so wet already." His voice was deep and playful. He proceeded to glide one more finger into her and goaded her clit with his thumb. His fingering orchestrated gratifying sounds from her.
Mia released a ragged breath. "Oh, Gordy..."
Reverend Morris raised his hands. "Another lesson we've learnt from the Book of Exodus is that God cares for all who are oppressed. I'm reminded of something I read online the other day, concerning the terrible conflict that is currently occurring in the Holy Land. Brothers and sisters, we are not to be so heavenly-minded that we are no earthly use; nor are we to be so focused on the world that we forget in whose image we have been made..."
Norman the churchwarden stifled a yawn and leant against a pillar. He preferred to stand rather than sit, given that his buttocks were frequently tender due to repeated whippings from Mrs Wilcox. He checked his watch and couldn't help but sigh to himself as the vicar droned on and made his weekly request for everyone to "pray for peace." It seemed rather futile, given the depressing news headlines he'd watched this morning. Still, one had to keep the faith.
A tap on his arm brought him to his senses.
"Thought you'd like to know, Norm dearie, that I've ordered some certain little items off the interweb. You and I are going to have a day at the races."
"Can't wait Gladys! Tuesday's out though - remember you agreed to hold the Parochial church council meeting at your place."
"Haven't forgotten that," the old lady replied, and winked at him. He bit his lip, wondering what she had planned. A day at the races? That was sure to involve that trusty riding crop again. What on earth had she been buying online?
"You know Gordon...when I see you wearing that black gown, it always does it for me." Mia's voice trembled as he created persistent strokes that intensified her squelching sounds. "I--ah...it makes you look like Severus Snape. You know, from Harry Potter?"
Gordon wasn't familiar with much of the franchise. "Never got into that. Harry and the Chamber Pot of Afghanistan or something...think that film was repeated on TV recently. You'll have to...enlighten me. Glad you like the robe...it's less restrictive than a surplice, given what you have in mind!"
He shifted on the stool and brushed the open-fronted gown off his thighs to give her a clear view of his crotch bulge. His fingers kept diligently working in her, keeping a nice stable rhythm.
Mia's eyes widened as she unzipped his black trousers and freed his cock from his y-front underpants. "Gordy, why does it seem bigger than ever in church?" She wrapped her hand around his shaft, barely closing her fist on his girth. His tip glistened with precum.
"Made to compliment your holy mouth," Gordon remarked saucily. This earned him a squeeze on his shaft and a teasing lick on the head.
