I struggled a bit with what category to post this story in, but ultimately settled on Lesbian Sex, because that is all that is going on here, beside seduction, adultery, first time, masturbation with toys, guilt and overwhelming lust, and a bit of exhibitionism. In other words, all the usual stuff. Enjoy.
Shelly and Sam were Baptist ministers. Well Sam was a minister (technically a Pastor), but not Shelly. Baptist's don't have female Pastors. Shelly was a Pastor's wife. Her job was to dress nicely (but conservatively) and to support Sam's ministry. That meant chairing various ladies' committees (cake baking fund raisers, Sunday School, etc.), being in the church for every service, standing out front with her husband after each service while he greeted the congregation members as they departed (she was much better than Sam at remembering their names), and most importantly being supportive of Sam's key function--raising money. That meant cooking, or arranging a nice meal, for Sam's fund raising dinners, sitting quietly at dinner or chatting amicably on the porch with uninterested spouses while Sam and the remaining congregation members stayed at the dinner table and Sam made his pitch. That was what she did in life--support her husband's ministry. It wasn't very exciting, but she wasn't unhappy with it. Perhaps a bit bored from time to time, but not really unhappy.
Sam and Shelly had grown up together in a small Mississippi town. They were of course raised in Baptist families and when Sam went to seminary for four years, Shelly stayed behind, working as a receptionist in a small accounting firm. A lot of her job there was to look nice when the clients came through the front door and remember their names--not that different from her later role as a Pastor's wife. They married when Sam finished seminary and began to work as an understudy to an important Baptist minister in a large town in Alabama (well, as large as towns get in Alabama). It was there that Sam learned the importance of church politics and money within the Southern Baptist Convention. A few years later when he had his own church in a small town in southern Alabama he continued to focus on the importance of being a player in Southern Baptist Convention politics, attending regional, state, and national meetings regularly, and networking aggressively. Sam had ambition.
Shelly's role at the meetings was to be at Sam's side on appropriate occasions, look pretty (but always conservatively dressed), and smile. Looking pretty was not difficult for Shelly. She was about 5-5 (just the right height, Sam said), had seductive green eyes, long, thick, blonde hair, and perfect make-up (understated but still calling attention to her wide set eyes, and her high cheek bones). Her clothing was attractive, but conservative, nevertheless not hiding her ample bosom, narrow waist, and nicely rounded hips, or her attractive legs (below the knees of course). She always wore heels (two and a half inches; no more). She also smiled a lot, just because of her basically sunny nature. In short, Shelly was gorgeous, but did not flaunt it. Men always noticed, and Sam knew it. He wanted the people he was schmoosing to know he had a beautiful wife.
Sam and Shelly had no children, and as they approached their mid-thirties that was a disappointment to Shelly. She had always wanted children and she often wondered if she or Sam had a condition which was preventing pregnancy, but Sam opposed seeking medical treatment for the issue, saying that if God willed it, the children would come, and if not, it was their mission to pursue other things with their lives. For Sam, of course, that meant, his steady climb within the hierarchy of the Southern Baptist Convention, although he would have simply characterized it as "God's Work."
Truth be told, the problem was more likely Sam's lack of interest in sex. Sam and Shelly rarely made love and on those occasions on which they did, it was perfunctory with Shelly rarely reaching a climax and Sam showing little interest in her success. He frequently failed to achieve or maintain an erection. In short, their sex life was pathetic. Sam didn't care, and Shelly--well she sometimes wished it could be better, but she just assumed that good sex wasn't an important part of life. Her mother had taught her that as she was growing up, and of course she was taught that extra-marital sex or even masturbation would lead straight to hell. She also grew up believing that even with a spouse anything beyond simple missionary was also a sin. Later she would learn that her parents had a very active and lustful sex life that they carefully concealed, but she knew nothing about that as she approached her mid-thirties. She was busy supporting Sam and did her best not to think about sex.
Shelly's life was to change dramatically when she and Sam attended a major Southern Baptist Convention meeting the year Shelly turned 32. The meeting was in Nashville and had a full plate of scheduled meetings and instructional sessions for Pastors and Deacons and separate sessions for their wives. The church leadership recognized the important role a Pastor's wife played in the organization and management of individual churches and accordingly tried to provide training for them that was complementary to the training provided to the Pastors.
Sam valued the role his wife played in the function of their church and encouraged her to volunteer as a speaker at one or more of the wives' sessions, but Shelly resisted. She was terrified of public speaking, something Sam couldn't begin to understand given his occupation as a preacher. It is likely that Sam also believed that if his wife was a well-known speaker to the wives, it would help his standing in the Church. Nonetheless, Shelly refused to step forward. It was almost the only point on which she adamantly resisted any of Sam's requests. Her compromise was that she dutifully attended the wives' sessions, even though she found them terribly boring.
It was a Friday morning at 10:00 o'clock (the last day of the meeting) when she walked up to the registration table, dressed just as she did every Sunday to greet the congregation after church. Her Southern Baptist Convention name tag displaying her name and local church was firmly affixed just above her left breast. She leaned forward to sign the registration book and then stood, turning to walk into the large room where the lecture was to be held. At that point she heard a voice from her past call out, "Shelly?"
She turned to look and found herself face to face with a friend from her past, Laurie Cliffton, except the name tag now said "Jamison." Shelly had gone to high school with Laurie, and they had remained friends after high school while Shelly was working at the accounting firm, but they had not seen each other since Shelly left town following her marriage to Sam. Shelly had heard that Laurie had left town shortly thereafter, running from a scandal. She had been impregnated by one of her many boyfriends. Laurie, although a good friend after high school, was considered one of the
bad girls
. In school Laurie was frequently sent to the principal's office for violation of one minor rule or another (passing notes in class, cheating on tests, copying others homework, and later cutting class). Laurie did all the things Shelly's mother had told her never to do. Nonetheless the two of them had been great friends. Once she turned 18, Laurie continued to violate the norms of the small Baptist town they had grown up, but now she had become very loose with her dating activities. Shelly had made it a practice to avoid trouble by simply saying 'no' to many of Laurie's ideas.
"Laurie?" Shelly was shocked to see one of the
bad girls
here. She blurted out, "What are you doing here?"
"Same as you girl," Laurie said, pushing her ample bosom out to show her name tag. "I'm a Pastor's wife. And it looks like you are too." She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Shelly, giving her a long, firm, boob smashing, hug.
When they pulled apart, Shelly was at a loss for words, still in a state of shock to see the ultimate
bad girl
of her past return as a Baptist Pastor's wife. Finally she stammered, "How . . . I mean . . . Are you . . ."
"Married to a Southern Baptist Pastor? You bet I am," Laurie said, letting Shelly off the hook.
"But how? When?" Shelly asked. "Were you 'reborn'? I never would have expected . . . " Shelly was still struggling with the notion of the ultimate bad girl being just like her. "Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
Laurie laughed. "Oh don't be embarrassed. It was a reasonable question, and no, I wasn't reborn. I'm still pretty much the same Laurie you knew back in Mississippi, with the benefit of a few lessons from the school of hard knocks. It's complicated." She paused for a minute obviously thinking. "You're not a speaker at this session, are you?"
"Heavens no," Shelly responded. "But I've heard this lecture enough times so I could do it in my sleep."
Laurie laughed. "Me too. My husband Ken insists I attend these. He thinks it's important to his standing in the church."
Shelly responded with a knowing nod and a roll of her eyes. Her husband had the same idea, but she thought it was nonsense. What really mattered was how much money a Pastor raised and sent to headquarters in Nashville.
Laurie stood looking at Shelly for a moment with the same gleam in her eyes that Shelly remembered seeing back in Mississippi just before she would propose they do something against the rules, like call in sick to her job and go out to the river to drink beer with a couple of guys. "Do you remember?" she asked, "How we used to go out to the river and . . ."
