Oliver buttoned the top button of his white shirt and picked up the collar, the white band to fit around his neck, but he could only look at it in his hand. Somehow, he didn't feel like he could wear it anymore. He put it down again, next to a thing he thought he would never in his life have any desire or need to purchase, a box of condoms. Why he bought them he couldn't say. He didn't even know how to use them. But he hoped to learn, and have a chance to use them for what they were designed.
His heart pounded in his chest as he opened the box and removed one of the small, red packets. His penis stirred and grew stiff. It couldn't be that hard to figure out, could it?
He looked at himself in the mirror, turning his face side to side. He never considered himself handsome, but Marcie seemed quite attracted to him. Was that true of other women as well? Was she attracted to him because he was handsome, or because of what he had in his pants? He sighed. Was that so bad?
His penis stretched the front of his black slacks. He pulled the zipper down, reached in and pulled it out, letting it hang in the air, and stepped back to see it in the mirror.
It was long, to be sure. There were many times since he was a young man that he experienced an erection, but never paid much attention. The Bible said a person should avoid the pleasures of the flesh. It was exactly those pleasures that Marcie exposed him to, and now the world was an entirely different place in his eyes.
He closed his hand around his penis. It was hot and as hard as a piece of wood, and hung more than halfway to his knees. Before Marcie said she thought it was big he never considered that it might have a size, or that different men might have different sizes. Such concepts were completely foreign.
He moved his hand slowly along its length and back. He closed his eyes and moaned. Certainly, he shouldn't think such things about her, but what other pleasures of the flesh were there to experience with a woman? When she put his penis in her mouth, that was the most exquisite-
He heard a knock on his bedroom door and quickly stuffed his penis back into his slacks.
"Yes?" he said.
"Oliver, do you want butter or margarine for your pancakes?" Joann said.
"Uh, butter will be fine."
"All right. Don't be long. Your breakfast is getting cold."
Oliver held his breath, waiting, then let it out and his shoulders slumped. A month ago it sounded like a good idea to invite his sister to visit. Now, however ...
He held his hands over the front of his slacks, as if Joann might see through the door. His penis was still hard and hung down the leg of his slacks. Would she notice? He removed his hands, looked in the mirror and shook his head. How could she miss it?
He waited as long as he dared, pacing the length of his room a few times, but it never went soft. Joann was going to be furious with him. She would know what was on his mind, would know that he was contemplating sex. Her parish was much stricter than his own, especially in matters of the flesh. He could only imagine how she would vilify him were she ever to learn of his sexual relations with an eighteen year old girl.
He turned his eyes up to the ceiling. Usually, this was where he would cross himself and beg for guidance, but since his recent experiences, he began to feel there was nothing up there but the ceiling.
Joann had the table set, stacked with pancakes and eggs and bacon, just as she piled the table every morning and every evening for dinner. Already, he was stuffed just looking at it. He was sure her cooking had put ten pounds on him in the short time she'd been there. If he kept eating like that, neither Marcie nor any woman would find him attractive, no matter the dimensions of the device hanging down his slacks.
Joann was at the sink, rinsing a pan. When she turned around she had a big smile. Her dark hair was fixed in a bun and she wore her plain, round spectacles, and her white collar was fixed neatly around her neck.
"Well sit, Oliver, sit," she said.
He pulled out the chair. Her eyes glanced down at his crotch and her smile fell and she looked away quickly. She sat at the opposite side of the table, and her face was red.
He put a little of everything on his plate. On his eggs he sprinkled some salt and pepper. On the pancakes he put butter and a bit of syrup. His penis was still hard and when he hoped Joann wasn't looking, he reached under the table and rubbed it through his slacks.
Joann cleared her throat.
"Oliver, you're not wearing your collar this morning. Have you decided it's too heavy?" she said. She cut each bite of her pancakes into neat squares.
He put his fork down. "I, um, have decided to take a brief sabbatical from the church."
"A sabbatical?"
"Yes. I need some time to reevaluate my beliefs."
"What happened?"
"Nothing happened."
They were quiet for a bit. She ate her pancakes in neat, square bites, then switched to the eggs. He could not bring himself to raise his fork again.
"Aren't you hungry?" she said.
"No, I-"
"Is it a woman, Oliver?"
His heart jumped up to his throat. "Excuse me?"
"Is it a woman? Have you been tempted?"
"Tempted?" He didn't know how to answer. He couldn't lie to his sister's face. "I recently met someone who was in trouble and I don't think I was much help."
"Did you do everything you could?"
"No, I don't think I did."
How could he tell her that not only did he not help Marcie with her problem, he encouraged her in the practice that got her in trouble in the first place. When she attempted to swallow his penis he didn't try to stop her, but actually pushed it deeper.
Joann refilled her glass of milk and put the pitcher down. She nodded, but looked troubled. She reached across the table and patted his hand.
"I understand. God understands, too. Remember, God will always be there for you when you are ready to return."
"Yes," Oliver said.
Joann's smile was thin and her lips were pinched. He picked up his fork and dug into the scrambled eggs. If she knew what he was thinking, he wasn't so sure she or God would understand.
He drove slowly to the church. The business he had to finish there he was not anxious to face. Besides, he had not yet figured out how he would tell Pastor Nowicki of his decision to take a sabbatical. He would have a fit, of course, but it would be nothing compared to how he would lose his mind if he found out his apprentice had his penis in the mouth of one of his eighteen year old parishioners.
The door to his office was open. He went in and stopped in his tracks. Wendy was on her hands and knees on the floor in the middle of his office, her backside to the door. She was wearing a dark gray skirt with a slit at the side and was picking something out of the carpet. His eyes locked on her backside, especially the way the skirt was stretched and showed the lines of her panties underneath.
Wendy looked back over her shoulder and smiled.
"Oh hi, Pastor Oliver. I didn't know you were there," she said and pushed herself to her feet, holding a clear plastic box in the palm of her hand. "I'm afraid I knocked the paper clips off your desk. I'm really sorry."
"Forget about it Wendy. It's nothing."
She held out the paper clip holder and as he reached for it, he noticed the front of her blouse. A couple of the top buttons were open and he could see down inside. She had beautiful, large breasts squeezed into a black bra with a lacy fringe. Her curly, blonde hair was tied up in a bun at the back of her head and she had large glasses with thick frames that constantly slid down her nose and she constantly pushed back up.
"I'm really, really sorry. I just came in to put the list for next week's bake sale on your desk," she said.
