A virgin and a pastor. What could those two possibly get up to, right? Well, first of all, Louvina loses her virginity, and then... Oh wait, you're supposed to read it and find out for yourself!
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The Virgin and the Preacher Ch 01
"Louvina, don't you forget that crate of vegetables for ol' man Mervin. Ol' coot. He gets so durn cranky."
"I won't mama," I said, piling the old wooden crates on the wagon until they were over my head. They were paper-thin wood barely held together by wire. The rusty iron wheels caught and wobbled through the hardened red clay gullies threatening to dump its higgledy-piggledy load. Although I was almost a teenager, it took two hands to pull the cumbersome old cart to the first stop where I could unload two crates of fresh vegetables.
"Here ya are, Miz Vernon." I set two crates at her front door and waited until she opened the creaking screen door to pay me. I thanked her, pushed the money deep into my pocket, and ran back to the cart.
I pressed on until I was at the end of my route with one last crate. Cognizant of the sweltering summer heat, Reverend Cope and his wife always invited me in for sweet tea. I got to play with their new baby while we waited for hot out of the oven chocolate chip cookies. Every week a bag of neatly washed and folded clothing waited on my cart. Always enough for me and my four brothers. Mrs. Cope always added one pretty dress for me which I would wear to church the following Sunday. When the Reverend and Mrs. Cope would see me on Sunday, they each would have a wink for me in my new dress.
I emptied my pockets on the dinette table. It had the shiniest chrome legs ever did see. It was a pretty aqua color with tiny white boomerangs, but the years had worn the aqua to a lower layer of off-white at each of the six places for family. The chrome was dull and sad. Mama scooped the bills and change into a soda cracker tin and placed it back on top of the cupboards. She would use it for household money and purchase seeds for the garden. When daddy walked out on us, we had nothing. Once I got old enough, I was able to help with delivering the produce. My brothers all worked the huge garden mama planted. But for mama's green thumb, we got by.
As my brothers got older, they took over the farm and began deliveries in an old rusty pickup truck. Its fenders flapped and barely held on, but it did the job. It may as well have been a limousine to us. Reverend Cope moved away. I learned how to shop at thrift stores to help mama and the boys. Life went on but our feet were still tainted with that red Georgia dirt, never letting us forget our beginnings and likely our future days.
Five years later...
"Lou you absolutely must be in my wedding!"
It was our senior year of high school, and my best friend was marrying her childhood sweetheart the week we graduated. Jolene grew up here, which was little more than crossroads, but her fiancé was from the next town over.
"JoJo I can't afford a dress! I'm sorry," I apologized knowing how disappointed she would be in me.
"I'm already thrifting dresses for all the girls. There are just tons of bridesmaid dresses out there. I just have to find the right ones!" she exclaimed.
"I guess. If you can find one that I can afford. I'm still just workin' part-time at the diner until we graduate. Billy Bob said I could work full time after that."
"Oh poo, that ol' perv will be in your pants as soon as he knows you're eighteen." She rolled her eyes.
"That's why I ain't told him I already turned eighteen!" We both laughed until we wiped tears.
A week later JoJo told me she found the dresses and wanted me to come to see them after school. We ran up the stairs to her bedroom. We were only three weeks from graduation and four weeks from her wedding.
"You're going to look fabulous in this!" She held up the long dress and her face fell at the look on my face. "You don't like it?"
"I like it well enough JoJo. It's a pretty color... lavender. And the lace is pretty."
"Okay so?" she said, obviously annoyed I didn't share the same joy.
"It's a halter dress!"
"So?!" she nearly shouted.
"I can't wear a halter dress! My boobs are too big!"
She laughed. "Oh, that! Don't be silly! All the others will be so jealous of you. Lou, we all wish we had titties as big as yours. We're all in the tiny titty club! For god's sake, look at me, I'm flat as a pancake." She looked down and patted her hands on her, admittedly, flat chest.
I was still unconvinced. "I don't know..."
"Here! Try it on!"
The dress did fit perfectly, but as I thought, my boobs overflowed the lavender lace halter. They hung like two melons in the cups. The deep cleavage consisted of two moons nearly touching.
"Not real flatterin', JoJo," I murmured, looking in the mirror. My nipples, which were perpetually hard, indecently poked through the lace, right at the inner edge. So, half my boob was bared. "And how can I wear this in church?"
She peered over my shoulder into the mirror. "This dress was made for you! We'll just put a couple of pieces of toilet paper, just so your nipples don't show." I rolled my eyes. "It'll work perfectly! Just you wait and see!"
They were being married in the church in the town where her fiancé lived, and I was hoping no one would be there that knew me. I left the dress with JoJo. If mama saw it, she would have a conniption fit.
*****
We all got dressed in JoJo's bedroom because she wanted us all to have identical hairstyles. JoJo took cosmetology our last two years. She was in job training at Salon de Beauty at the crossroads, but she hoped to find a place to work in the city. My long chestnut brown hair was a favorite of hers to work on. I'd miss my weekly wash and styles, I thought. No, it was JoJo that I will miss.
As I thought, I was the only one that overflowed the halter top of the dress. Several of the girls didn't even fill theirs and goggled at me. Showing their insecurity, they whispered between themselves.
JoJo teased and piled our hair up on top of our heads in big fat sausage rolls, then used clouds of hair spray until our hair looked like plastic. It was a good thing it was hurricane-proof because we all piled into her daddy's dusty old sedan. Four windows down and wind whipping we headed to the church.
We each carried little nosegays of white field daisies that Jolene's sisters picked that morning. I stood at the back of the church and looked down. My clay orange toes showed under the hem of my dress. The wedding march started and each of the girls took their turns until it was mine. Jolene and her dad would follow me.
I counted so I would walk slowly enough as JoJo coached us. I waited at the bottom of the steps of the altar to help her with her bouquet and dress. She was radiant and I had to force back tears. I glanced up at her fiancé, who stood next to the minister. My head swung back around, to the clergy standing with the bible, ready to lead them in their vows. He glanced down at me, his eyes lit up and he gave me a quick smile. It was Reverend Cope.
I had a strong urge to tug the halter top higher, but it was so overfull of my breasts, that there wasn't enough lavender lace to attempt. I blinked because suddenly JoJo was standing in front of me pushing her bouquet into my hand and all I could think of was that our daisies were drooping already. I wondered if the poor things would survive the ceremony. We all turned towards Reverend Cope.
The ceremony was a blur and I found myself throwing rice and being pelted with rice as they bolted down the church steps. I knew they weren't leaving because the reception was in the church basement and the food was waiting. JoJo wanted to make sure the reception area was perfect, and we had walked the length of the banquet table. Neighborhood and church women donated the food. The chafing dishes were piled with roast chicken that already looked dry, Salisbury steak with thick globs of gravy, several green bean casseroles, and a huge bowl of heavenly hash. The cake had not arrived yet much to JoJo's angst.
The ceremony was over and the guests had retreated to the church basement. Not in any hurry to get into the food line, I watched the bride and groom pose for pictures.
"Louvina, it's so good to see you again!" I spun around, nearly bumping into him.
"Reverend Cope! It's great to see you again too." He smiled and picked a piece of rice off my shoulder and started to get another one, but he waved it off with a boyish grin because it was in my cleavage. I looked down and quickly tried to pick it up, but only succeeded in dropping it where it disappeared in the chasm between my breasts, and I blushed like a schoolgirl. "So, well... have you been here the whole time? I never knew where you went."
"I have. We moved here to be closer to my wife's family. Unfortunately, she died last year."
"Oh my, I'm so sorry! How's your little boy?" I asked, very sad to hear about his wife. She was so caring and if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have had shoes or decent school clothes. It was terrible news for me.
"He's great," he said grinning, lifting the mood. "He spends a lot of time at his grandparents' house, but it works out for everyone."
I nodded. "That's very nice you have them nearby."
"So, you should be graduating... Or maybe you already did?" he asked.
"A week ago. I made it," I sighed with a little smile. "You and your wife were a big help to me. I don't know if you knew it or not, but I don't know how we'd have made it without y'alls help. I never really had a chance to thank you before you left."
He took my elbow and led me down the steps and down a sidewalk that wrapped around the church. Near the back was a rose garden with a swing and we sat. The sweet perfume of roses was thick, and all the colorful flushes of roses surrounded us. I kicked my high heels off, wiggled my toes and he laughed.
"Still that Georgia clay. Will it ever come off our feet?" he asked, laughing. "You know though," he said, getting serious. "I never felt like we could do enough for families like yours. But your family was the one I was worried least about. You all kicked in and got things done, no matter how many obstacles."
I wrapped my fingers on the front of the seat while he pushed the swing with his foot. "The boys are still in school of course, but they have pretty much taken over the plantin', harvestin', and deliveries for mama. I work at the diner to pitch in. I don't make much because it's just a few hours a day, but now that I'm out of school, I can work full time."
