A little explanation: I was writing a story and this idea popped into my head. It takes some aspects of my real-life, in that I live quite near a Church and visit it regularly and two of the females I'm using are real, but have changed their names to hide their identity.
This won't be a quick story, and you will find this first part very lagging and dull. I have edited it thanks to the feedback I got, still it may need some editing. Always a work in progress! (Note: only half of this is edited at the moment)
Any feedback would be very, very welcome.
Thank you.
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It was a Monday morning and he was sitting in church silently praying and minding his own business, completely in his own world in the silence. He had decided to visit just try and clear his thoughts and have not so stressful day. The church was cold possibly because of the no heating and as well the church interior was very large, but he sat at the far and closest to the doors, so probably his own fault as there was a slight draft as the doors were open, inviting any passers by.
His name was Nick and was a well-built, 20-year-old male, with blue eyes and fair blonde hair, and also stood at 5'11" in height. He wore smart clothes: a well-fitting white shirt with no tie, accompanied by newly pressed trousers, with black leather shoes. He wasn't your everyday hunk, but his warm smile and quiet manner made him stand out though not in a bad way. He sat facing forward towards the altar and kept his hands interlocked together as he prayed silently to himself.
He heard the creaking of the building and the opening and closing of doors, the church's back room staff being kept busy by their work. For months Nick had fancied this girl, her name was Roxanne (but her mother called her Roxy), but hadn't asked her to go out and had only small conversations with her, as Nick was a fairly shy and was a bit unsure of how to ask the girl out. He had thought about her naked, doing all sorts of naughty things to her. He closed his eyes to see the naked mental image of Roxy again, and let his thoughts go wild for a moment, before restraining himself.
Roxy herself was a petite woman, with brown hair that was neatly styled and she often let it fall to her shoulders, green eyes and she was only about 5'5" in height. She had small breasts, but Nick didn't mind that. Her quiet but confident manner really appealed to Nick, though didn't know whether she had a boyfriend or not though Nick never asked. She was also a 20-year-old female.
Nick heard a door creak to the right of him (if you were facing the altar) and saw that it was Rachel who entered the church, perhaps from one of the office's side doors. Rachel worked as the priest's right hand lady dealing with the financial and other official church business, by which Rachel was kept busy. Nick saw very little of Rachel nowadays though he could understand why.
"Well good morning, Nick!" Rachel said happily, as she stopped and smiled warmly at Nick, her laughter lines showing. Her feet echoed in the church. Underneath her arms she had what looked like official church paperwork. Today she wore a floral dress that came down to her ankles and her tanned could seen but little of it, whilst her hair was untied and came down to her shoulders, and on her feet she wore plain sandals without socks. She had green eyes like Roxy and white teeth that shone out brightly, and the outlines of her small breasts could be seen.
"Good morning, Rachel." Nick said back, loud enough for Rachel to hear him. "How are you?" He asked, shifting to hide his now growing erection, and thought to himself: Even Rachel looks hot! God, if ever...
