Sarah smiled sweetly as she handed out pamphlets to the faithful church goers. She loved being part of the church and had since she was a young girl. Being raised in a very religious family had its downsides; being sheltered, never being able to do anything that other girls her age would do and not being able to be independent. Sarah strongly believed in God and her faith so those things didn't really bother her anymore.
After everyone left the church, she walked up the steps to the heavy wooden doors and laid her hand on one with devoted passion. She loved her life. She might be a little naive and never had experienced all that much, but she had a wonderful family and also a loving fiancee.
Clarke. They had met at the church. He was so handsome that she couldn't take her eyes off him the first time they met. She still couldn't. Clarke was 28, with slightly shaggy brown hair, a build that was muscular but not overly so and piercing green eyes. He had an infectious laugh that drew her in the second she heard it. He wasn't as devout of a believer in the Church as she was but she didn't hold that against him. They had been dating for the last 8 months and had recently gotten engaged, and she couldn't have been happier. Sarah was a little nervous about their wedding night which would be rapidly approaching because Clarke was much more experienced than she was. It's why he joined the Church in the first place. He had gotten tired of partying all the time and wanted balance and something to give him pause so he could get control of his wild ways. She was worried that as experienced as he was, she wouldn't be able to please him when the time came; that she might be too pure and innocent. Sarah pushed that thought out of her mind as she walked inside the Church. She knew that Clarke would ease these fears of hers and that love could overcome everything.
As she walked down the halls, her heels clicking rapidly on the tile, she stopped to marvel at all the stained glass features the Church had. She came to a stop in front of one of her favorite paintings. It was Jesus holding his arms out and beckoning towards his flock. Sarah always loved this painting because she felt like she was part of that flock. That Jesus's arms could protect her from all harm and that she would be safe. She took a step closer to the painting and very gently ran her fingers down the side of it. As she did, she felt a strange sensation running up and down her arm like her fingers had touched something and it was travelling through her. She snatched her hand away but the feeling continued. It felt like there was something otherworldly inside her body and it was moving through her. Sarah let out a sharp little yelp when she stared at the painting and saw that something seemed to be coming out of it and going into her. All of a sudden the feeling stopped and everything became normal again. She was still frightened but felt like maybe it was just her overactive imagination and that nothing had really happened. Or maybe some water had trickled down her arm. She abruptly turned away and decided to go home and get some rest.
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Clarke smiled as Sarah walked through the front door. She bounced over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek. He wrapped his arms around and brought down one of his hands to cup her ass before she backed away and giggled.
"None of that, mister!"
Clarke laughed because he knew how shy Sarah was and that anything slightly sexual made her uneasy.
They walked hand-in-hand to the living room and told each other about their days. As Sarah talked, Clarke thought about meeting her. How she had been a bright light as soon as she had come into his life. As a teenager and even early adult, he had been into the partying scene. Drugs, alcohol, fucking anything that had a pulse; you name it. It was a way of rebellion against his parents and their rules. After he flunked out of college, he knew that he had to get his act together somehow so he didn't waste his life. That's when he decided to join the local church and he met Sarah. Their relationship was so easy and he had never met anyone like her. She was kind, generous, never judgmental and so beautiful.
As Sarah continued to talk about her day at the Church, his mind drifted to naughty and downright disgusting thoughts that would turn her stomach if she knew he was thinking them. All Clarke could think about in this moment was plunging his cock into her and fucking her until she screamed his name. He knew that was a pipedream - when they finally did have sex, it would be making love. He would have to be gentle and sweet with her. He wouldn't be able to do all the nasty things he thought about daily.
Sarah was a walking wet dream. Long blonde silky hair that reached the top of her ass, breasts that were big and more than a handful, a trim waist, a round ass and very shapely and tan legs. They had been together more than a year and all they did was have frequent makeout sessions and Clarke had once touched her tits over her shirt. That was it. If he mentioned doing anything more, Sarah turned squeamish and would also repeat that she wasn't that kind of girl and wanted to save herself for their wedding night. He respected her and loved her. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but he was also a man and he wanted to fuck.
"Clarke? Are you even listening to me?" Her voice wavered. "Is everything okay?"
