September 2018
The rain poured relentlessly outside, its soft patter against the windows echoing in the empty chapel. Eliz sat in one of the back pews, her shoulders hunched as she stared at the floor, lost in a sea of her own thoughts. It had been a rough day--one of many recently. She had done poorly on a test, despite studying for days. Her professors, strict and unforgiving, offered no comfort, no understanding.
She felt herself slipping further away from everything she had once known--her parents' expectations, the rigid rules of Bailey University, the constant pressure to be perfect. She had come to Bailey, a conservative religious university, in the first place because her parents insisted it was where she'd grow into a strong, faithful woman, but now, sitting alone in this cold, cavernous space, she wondered if they were wrong. Or if she was wrong.
She felt out of place. She pushed the boundaries a little like many college kids. She pushed a little more than most. When she was feeling down, which was too many days, she made herself feel better by dressing a little sexy. She was wearing a miniskirt and no panties. A strong gust of wind and her secret wouldn't be much of a secret anymore.
Eliz had always been a little different from the other students, and now, more than ever, that difference felt like a burden. She was homesick--longing for the comfort of her family, for the small town where everything was familiar. She felt isolated and adrift in this sea of expectations, trying to live up to the impossible standards around her.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about how far she'd drifted from the person she once thought she'd become. She sniffled quietly, trying to stifle the sobs threatening to break free. But there was no one around. The chapel, usually a place for reflection and prayer, felt like a vast and lonely space now. It was as if the walls were closing in on her, and she didn't know where to turn.
That's when she heard footsteps. Soft at first, and then louder as someone approached. Eliz wiped her eyes hastily, embarrassed to be seen crying in such a sacred place. She didn't want anyone to know how vulnerable she felt, how broken she was inside.
But the footsteps didn't stop. A figure appeared in the aisle--a woman with calm eyes and a gentle presence, her silhouette framed by the dim light of the chapel. Alex.
Alex, the wife of one of the ministers on campus. Eliz knew of her--everyone did. Alex was everything Eliz wasn't supposed to be. She was graceful, composed, the embodiment of the university's ideals. Alex had a quiet strength about her, a quiet understanding that made people feel seen.
Alex was beautiful in a way that seemed effortless, as though her every movement was poetry in motion. She was about eight years older than Eliz, with sharp, striking features framed by chestnut-brown hair that fell in soft waves just past her shoulders. Her hazel eyes, warm and piercing, seemed to look right through Eliz, as though she could see every hidden thought and unspoken word. Alex wore a proper pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse, the kind of outfit one might expect from the wife of a minister at Bailey University, but there was something undeniably sensual about her appearance. The skirt hugged her hips and legs with perfect precision, and the blouse, while modest in cut, clung to her figure in a way that emphasized every graceful curve. She had natural double D breasts that were stretching the fabric of her blouse and revealing her lace low cup bra between the gaps of the buttons.
Eliz felt a jolt of something unfamiliar and uncomfortable when she looked at her. It wasn't just admiration; it was a pull, a magnetic draw she couldn't explain. She noticed the way Alex's lips curved when she smiled, the way her slender fingers rested lightly on the pew. Eliz tried to suppress these thoughts, but the more she tried, the more aware she became of Alex--her beauty, her presence, her closeness.
A pang of guilt shot through Eliz as she caught herself staring too long. She had been taught her whole life that thoughts like these were sinful, that they would lead her away from righteousness. But the harder she tried to push them down, the more persistent they became. Her mind fixated on Alex's warmth, the way her presence felt like a balm to Eliz's loneliness. And with every passing moment, Eliz's internal conflict deepened. This was wrong, she told herself, but even as she thought it, her heart ached to be near Alex, to soak in the kindness and comfort she offered so freely.
Alex, noticing the young woman in the back pew, approached with quiet grace, her soft footsteps barely audible over the rain. She paused when she saw Eliz's tear-streaked face. There was no judgment in her eyes, only concern. Without a word, Alex sat beside Eliz, their legs touching side by side. Eliz could feel the warmth radiating from Alex, stirring her own warmth between her legs.
The silence hung between them for a long moment before Alex gently spoke.
"You don't have to be alone here," she said, her voice low and soothing. "I know this place can feel... overwhelming."
Eliz looked up, startled by the kindness in Alex's voice. It was so rare to find someone who didn't expect something from her, someone who wasn't pushing her to be better, to fit into the perfect mold the university demanded. She sniffled again, wiping her face with the sleeve of her sweater, feeling suddenly foolish.
"I'm just... so tired," Eliz whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Tired of trying to be everything they want me to be. I just don't know how to do it anymore."
Alex reached over, gently placing her arm around Eliz's shoulders and her other hand on Eliz's arm. "It's okay to feel that way. We're all allowed to have moments where we don't have the answers. You don't have to carry it alone."
Before Eliz could stop herself, the floodgates opened. The weight of everything she had been holding back--the loneliness, the confusion, the frustration--came pouring out in quiet sobs. She leaned over and buried her face on Alex's shoulder and into the nook of her neck. She felt utterly broken. She felt like a vulnerable child in a mother's loving embrace. The loving feeling confused her inside since she found Alex so attractive.
Without a word, Alex hugged her tightly, pulling her gently into a comforting embrace. Alex's hand shifted from caressing Eliz's arm down to her lap. Eliz's heart raced, she didn't pull away. She leaned into the affection, finding solace in the warmth of her body, in the quiet comfort she offered. The hand gently rubbing her upper leg, the tips of the fingers curled just slightly into her inner thigh lit a fire just inches away in her bare pussy. She could feel herself getting wet. Soon she would be dripping onto the pew.
It had been so long since anyone had cared for her this way--without expectation, without condition. She continued crying into Alex's shoulder, her tears dripping onto Alex's blouse.
Alex had always had a nurturing streak, a deep maternal instinct that made her want to comfort and care for those in need. She had seen it countless times during her five years as the minister's wife--a role she loved, despite the constant scrutiny and expectations that came with it.
But this was different. As she sat there in the quiet chapel, Alex was acutely aware of how beautiful Eliz was. The young woman's auburn hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, her delicate features damp with tears. Even in her sadness, Eliz exuded a raw, vulnerable beauty that tugged at something deep within Alex. She found herself drawn to Eliz in a way that went beyond compassion, a way that sent a flicker of both excitement and shame through her.
Alex had known she was bisexual since she was a teenager, but it was a secret she had buried so deeply she almost never thought about it anymore. She loved her husband, Dave, truly and deeply. He was kind, steadfast, and devoted to her in every way that mattered. Yet there was a part of her--a part she had forced herself to ignore--that longed for something she couldn't have. In the strict religious community of Bailey University, where appearances were everything, admitting such desires was unthinkable. Even the smallest hint of impropriety could shatter everything they had built.
And yet, here was Eliz, a student at the university, sitting beside her with tear-streaked cheeks and trembling shoulders. She was forbidden in every sense of the word--young, vulnerable, a woman, and under Alex's care in the eyes of the community. It should have made Alex recoil, but instead, it drew her in. The forbidden nature of it all only made the pull stronger, more irresistible.
Her heart ached with the desire to ease Eliz's pain, but it also raced with the awareness of just how close they were. She could feel the heat of Eliz's body against her own, the soft brush of her hair against Alex's cheek. It was intoxicating. Dangerous. She could smell the faint scent sex arousal juices, or was that just in her head?
As Eliz clung to her, Alex struggled to keep her thoughts in check. She couldn't afford to let her feelings show, couldn't let her heart betray the perfect image she and Dave had worked so hard to cultivate. And yet, as Eliz leaned into her, seeking solace and comfort, Alex couldn't help but hold her just a little tighter. She told herself it was purely out of kindness, but deep down, she knew better. Her hand lovingly caressing Alex's thigh started to arouse her. She subconsciously creeped it up her thigh and inwards. Oh how she wanted to slip it under her skirt. Alex's emotions were a confused mix of maternal nurture and intensifying sexual being.
"Shhh," Alex murmured softly, her voice low and steady as she tried to calm Eliz's sobs. "It's okay, sweetheart. You're not alone."
The endearment slipped out before she could stop it, and she immediately felt a pang of guilt for feeling aroused. But Eliz didn't seem to notice. Instead, she buried her face deeper into Alex's shoulder, her small, muffled voice breaking through the silence. "I just... I don't know what to do anymore."
