Jean's dried up juices on his face, her scent he smelled with every breath he took, Miguel headed back to school. Their last lovemaking session had been a one sided affair; he had licked, kissed, sucked, and fingered Jean to orgasm. She didn't ask him afterwards if he came or even encouraged him to masturbate, but instead thanked him for the big O and commented on how it was getting late. She needed to be home as she had a full day ahead of her and he needed to be on the road. She said it worried her when he drove home so late. He didn't complain, but dried her, then helped her put her panties back on, followed by her shoes. He started to wipe his face but she told him not, "I want my smell on you until you wake up tomorrow."
She had him drive the car back to her house. Snuggled up against him she caressed his inner thigh as her breasts pressed against his arm. At her house, she walked him to his already packed car. As they hugged and kissed she ground herself against him acknowledging his erection. When they quit kissing she said, "Remember, next Saturday," and rubbing her pubis against his erection, "And no masturbation."
He answered, "I will and I won't."
Six days later he pulled into the rectory parking lot wishing he could first see Jean and have a hands free orgasm as he ate her. The rectory was a two story, all brick, rectangular building. He was nervous wondering what he and Father G would talk about. He was also intrigued wondering why their kisses and hugs kept popping up in his thoughts. Their kisses were just lip to lip, but they weren't friendly pecks. They just seemed to last longer than a kiss between a pastor and parishoner should. As for their hugs Jean molded her body to his and after kissing Father she turned her head and looked at Miguel, challenging him he thought. Miguel wondered, "Is she reminding me all men, even priests, are fair game?"
The door to the rectory was locked. He rang the doorbell. A minute later a female opened the door. She was young, cute, her breasts enormous on someone so slight and her belly looked painfully swollen. Miguel immediately knew she was the girl Jean was replacing.
She escorted him to Father's office. Father was at his desk. He looked up, told Miguel to take a seat, and said, "Thank you, Kris. I'll see you and your husband upstairs at 1."
She enthusiastically replied, 'We'll be there. I can't wait."
Miguel glanced at her and swore he had seen that same look on Jean, arousal. He shrugged it off thinking his own arousal was making him think everyone was as horny as he. She closed the door.
Father stood up so Miguel did. He reached across the desk. Miguel shook his hand. His grip Miguel noted was surprisingly firm for what appeared to be a very soft looking man. His grip wasn't intimidating, but something told him there was plenty of strength left in Father's grip.
"Before we get started, how was your trip? We have alot to talk about, but before we get started I need a restroom break. I'm sure you do too or did you already go."
Miguel did need to go. He was glad Father suggested it because he was about to ask where the restroom was. They walked down the hall and entered the restroom. The restroom didn't have individual urinals but a trough. Standing side by side they faced the wall. Miguel normally didn't feel self conscious urinating around others, but Father made him nervous.
Miguel unzipped his fly and fished out through his tighty whiteys his penis. It felt even smaller than normal. He held it and aimed trying to relax his bladder.
Father unbuckled his pants, unsnapped his pants and boxers and reached his hand into the open fly and retrieved his manhood. Miguel stared straight ahead, but his peripheral vision captured Father's movements. What he saw next caused him to look down. Father's cock came into view. Soft, it was easily a half foot long and thick. At the end of that thick shaft was the head of his cock, even wider than the shaft. From it a blast of urine began to flow hitting the backside of the urinal.
With his free hand Father G reached up and pushed the lever down sending water the length of the trough, "Shy bladder," he remarked. Since he was already urinating Miguel knew he was referring to him. Father continued to urinate aiming his cock in various directions, shaking it, then squeezing out a few more drops commenting as he did, "Shaking the dew off my lily." Unlike Miguel he had to tuck his manhood back into his boxers.
It wasn't until he stepped away from the urinal and began washing his hands that Miguel's bladder relaxed enough. His bladder had been painfully full but all that initially exited was a rather weak stream. It wasn't until Father said he would see him back in the office and exited that Miguel's urine began to really flow. He felt embarrassed at the way he froze in front of Father, intimidated by his manhood and self confidence. As he washed his hands afterward he wondered what if Father's opinion of him had lessened. Ten minutes earlier he had felt like a grown man; now he felt like a little kid in a room full of adults.
He exited the restroom surprised to see Father waiting for him.
"Since Jean will be working here and I'm sure you will be spending many of your Sundays here keeping her company, I thought I'd give you a nickel tour of the rectory. This floor is all offices. He went by each office pointing out the ones occupied by the parish staff. Of the dozen offices, priests used three of them, Father E, a 50ish priest from Nigeria, and Father D, a 60ish priest from Sicily.
"Ours is a popular parish Miguel. We have lots of visiting priests. We have one office for them and a couple of spare bedrooms for them upstairs."
They entered the stairwell and descended to the basement, "Down here are meeting rooms. Lots of groups use our meeting rooms. If you're not too busy on Sundays Jean will need your help setting up and cleaning the rooms. She'll show you what to do."
Miguel said, "I'd be glad to help her."
Father smiled, "I know you will. She'll be busy tending to us for lunch and dinner. During lunch she'll need you to answer the door and take phone calls."
Miguel nodded, "I can do that." He could already see Jean's new job was going to make Sundays anything but relaxing. He decided if he wanted to stay on Jean's good side he would not point out anything negative and just go with the flow. Besides he thought, "This is what couples do, support each other."
Finished with the basement they ascended the stairs to the second floor. Father pointed ou the laundry room. One of Jean's duties was to put away the clothes; a lady during the day washed, dried, and folded the clothes. He then pointed out the various bedrooms for visitors and guests, but the only one he showed Miguel was his bedroom. Miguel was expecting a spartan room, but it was anything but.
