(Thank you again for all of the positive response to my last stories. This is the third in the "Reverend" series, so I hope you enjoy! If you take the time to vote on my story, please take an extra moment to let me know what you think. I enjoy receiving the comments and criticisms, as well as the suggestions for future stories, so keep them coming!)
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Susie could feel the Reverend's eyes burned a path up and down her slender form as he stood in the doorway, waiting to be invited in. They started at her auburn hair, tied back into a one-foot braided ponytail, flicked casually over one shoulder. From there they floated over her scantily clad body, concealed by matching powder blue cotton panties and a tank top, both snug and slightly revealing, yet wholesome in the innocent way she wore them, as if she were dressed for a slumber party with her fellow classmates. The tank top revealed the small frame of her creamy white shoulders and gentle neck, and hugged her small yet perky breasts, softly outlining their full form. The panties weren't skimpy, but they conformed as closely as the shirt did, accenting her slender hips and trim tummy. Even for a man of the cloth, the sight of her standing there was both tempting and endearing. Her attire had caught him off guard, she could tell.
Susie was taking him in as well. His slightly tussled blonde locks and deep blue eyes always made her stomach quiver with longing, and he had am innocent smile that was beyond sexy. His was broad shouldered with a wide chest and strong torso, which you could even make out through his unflattering clergy garb. She was a stud in every sense of the word, and Susie drank him in like she was dying of thirst.
"I'm sorry reverend," Susie apologized sweetly through thin glossed lips. "You missed my parents by fifteen minutes. They wanted to thank you for coming over, but they had tickets and couldn't wait."
"I'm afraid I should be apologizing. It looks like I got you at a bad time. While you were changing, perhaps?"
She looked down at herself then giggled at him, hopping slightly as she motioned him in the house.
"What, this? No, this is what I hang around in. Its just like wearing a bathing suit, only more comfortable. I'm sorry, I probably should have worn more, knowing you were coming over." Another giggle, followed by a slight blush. "Silly me, I wasn't thinking."
But Susie had been thinking. Or maybe planning was a better word. Her parents had left over an hour ago, not fifteen, and it was no mistake that they had missed the Reverend's arrival. Susie had lied to them about when he was showing up in order to ensure that she made her first impression on him alone. Her casual attire was no mistake, either. She had agonized over several choices, eventually deciding on the simple approach, nothing too revealing or obvious.
"Want me to go throw on some jeans?" She asked.
The Reverend hesitated as he closed the door behind him, eventually shaking his head. "No, that's okay, Susie. There's nothing wrong with what you're wearing, as long as your comfortable. I'm just here to help you with your Latin studies, not to impose house rules on you."
Giggling and hopping all the way, laying the cute young innocent girl act on as thick as she could, she convinced the Reverend that the huge plush sofa in the den was the ideal place to study Latin. If she had her way, of course, they wouldn't be getting very far.
Every now and then, as they sat studying, she would catch him looking at her out of the corner of her eye. She kept encouraging this by casually stretching into different positions, each one meant to give him a glimpse of another part of her body. A slightly revealed ass cheek. An extended inner thigh. The swell of a breast peaking out of the side of her shirt. He took the bait on each one, attempting not to look, then attempting not to be seen looking.
He had gone over her and the textbooks for about half an hour when she finally launched into her subtle assault. She set her book aside and turned to face him on her side of the sofa, swinging her feet up and drawing her knees to her chest, her chin resting on them in reflection.
"You know, Reverend, I'm really glad you came over tonight."
"So am I, Susie." He closed his book, sensing a study break, and shifted around slightly in her direction. She nearly melted when his cool blue eyes gazed into hers. "I think we're making some real progress here."
"That's not what I meant, although you have been a great help with my Latin studies. No, I'm just glad we were able to spend some time together."
"Me too, Susie. You're a very nice girl, and a pleasure to be with."
"That's not what I meant, either." She pouted slightly sat Indian style, revealing her thighs to him. She noticed him strain to keep his eyes from straying down.
"Then what do you mean?" He asked.
"Well, ever since you came to our church this September, I've really enjoyed watching your sermons, as well as watching you work at the functions as well." She had been practically stalking him ever since the first day she saw the young Reverend at her parents' church. "You really are an inspiration. You're strong, helpful, assertive, and," she paused for effect, "cute." She had been fantasizing about getting in his pants for the past three months, and had pledged to herself that she would this very night.
"Why, thank you, Susie." The Reverend smiled warmly, probably still convinced that this was all innocent adoration she was throwing at him. "Its very nice of you to say so."
"A nice thing for a nice girl to say?" She kicked a foot out in protest, resting the soul of her foot against his leg. "I'm not trying to be nice, Reverend. I don't want to be a nice little girl. That's not why you're here." She let her girlish voice slip a little bit, giving it a husky edge that she hoped wouldn't go unnoticed. Suddenly, he began to look a little uncomfortable, although he didn't try to move her foot, and actually pretended that he couldn't feel it massaging his thigh.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Susie. Why I'm here?"
"That's right. I've been dying to get you alone ever since I saw those sexy blue eyes of yours, that tight body hiding behind a white collar and an Amen."
Susie ran her foot down to his knee that slid over next to him, cuddling up shoulder to shoulder. She rested her chin on his shoulder and a hand on his chest. He remained silent, perhaps too stunned to do or say anything.
"I could see that firm body of your underneath all of that clergy garb. That muscular build, the broad chest and shoulders, that tight ass."
"That's enough, Susie!" He suddenly protested, sitting up a bit, but without making any attempt to displace her. "This is getting out of hand! This isn't healthy! This is... is..."
"Lust." she finished. "I know, I've been overwhelmed by it for the past couple of months, and I sure know you've been feeling it towards me tonight."
A slight crimson struck his cheeks, and she instantly knew that she had him. He was hers, body and soul.
"That's preposterous! I simply came here to help you study, nothing more."
"Oh no, you came here to do much more. You just didn't know it. Or did you?" She turned herself around know, so they were side by side, but facing each other. She placed her left hand on his thigh, and instantly detected some movement in the fabric, possibly originating from his crotch. She was already getting impatient, but she resisted the urge to reach right out and see if he was reacting physically. She'd have to play this right. She wasn't going to blow it. At least, not the opportunity.
"What does that mean?"
"C'mon, Reverend! When I answered the door wearing this, you nearly molested me with your eyes!" She motioned at her outfit with her other hand, noticing as she did so that her nipples were hardening from the anticipation, poking out through the cotton tank top. She grinned when she saw that he had noticed as well, but tried to look away before she saw him looking. She pinched one playful as she met his eyes, a small squeal escaping her throat as tiny bolts of pleasure shot through her.
"You nearly creamed in your pants when you saw me in this little getup. But did you ask me to change? Hell no! I even offered to throw some jeans on, but you stopped me, didn't you? You wanted to follow me around and look at my cute little ass peeking out from under my panties, didn't you? And you also didn't gripe when I moved us to the sofa, so you could watch me spread out half naked while we studied, did you?"
He was visibly nervous at this point, and looked as if he were ready to bolt. She took a quick glance at his crotch. A bulge was becoming noticeable, and she began inching her hand towards it.
"That, that's insane!" He stammered, watching in horror as her hand crawled up his leg. "I was just thinking of you."
"You were just thinking of my ass, Reverend. Or was it my tits? What part of my body were you focusing so hard on not thinking about while you kept sneaking peeks at me? Why would you put yourself in this position if you weren't hot for me? Were you testing yourself? Trying to see if you'd give into temptation?"
She paused, waiting for him to answer with some lame excuse, but he was once again stunned silent, completely lost for what to do or say. Just the way she wanted him.
"Because if you wanted to test your resistance," she grinned, "I know a much better way to do that."
Finally giving in, she slid her hand up his leg and grabbed his crotch, nearly coming right there when she felt his erection straining against the fabric. He was hard enough to hammer nails, and she shuddered at the thought of him nailing her.