UNHOLY DESIRES - PART FOUR
Ongoing fair warning
- This is a "slow burn" short story. If you're looking for quick, graphic and mindless sex scenes, you probably won't care for this series; however, if you enjoy in-depth scenarios, character development and a story line, I hope you will continue to follow Claire's journey and take a look at my other stories.
Recap of parts 1 through 3
: Claire is a recent divorcee, the result of being caught by her husband in a compromising position with Tammy, her former best friend. Parts one and two contain the backstory, explaining how her relationship with her best friend evolved into a physical one after Tammy was abandoned at the altar. In the meantime, rumors at church swirled about her husband and the reasons for their divorce. Claire also had her suspicions about him after tracking his cellphone to a seedy motel. It all started to make sense when she uncovered hints pointing to her husband's possible connection with another sleazy congregant - Nate. After losing her best friend, Claire shifted her sights to another church-goer - Amy, who was recently widowed. After realizing that Amy was homophobic, Claire instead made an unexpected connection with Elaine - the minister's wife. Claire and Elaine took a dangerous step closer when they shared a room together on their mission trip. In this section, Elaine's history is revealed as requested by a prior reader. Read on for more. Comments are welcome.
An early riser, Elaine was the first to wake up just before dawn. She opened her eyes and took a moment to adjust to the darkness and the surroundings before the memory of the night before surfaced, naturally preceding the guilt that quickly overcame her. She looked at Claire lying next to her, still sound asleep. Tucked partially under Elaine's pillow was the pair of worn panties that were to blame for her downward spiral and loss of willpower. She gave thanks for having the strength to avoid further temptation, although she knew that she had gone too far, then quietly crept into the bathroom to freshen up before putting on a pair of sweats, a pullover and a cap. She grabbed her journal and slowly opened the door, taking one last look at her almost-lover before closing it quietly behind her. When she reached the lobby, she was not surprised to be the only one there. She pumped a large coffee from the complimentary canister, and selected a corner table and chair. Taking a sip, she opened the journal and grabbed her favorite pen, first noting the date in the upper right corner of the tattered page. As she pondered her entry, Elaine reluctantly allowed her mind to drift to a more innocent time decades before. She remembered receiving her first journal from her parents on her eighteenth birthday as a naïve recent high school graduate with encouragement to write on a daily basis, even if only a few words. Although she had gone days and weeks at times without posting entries, she tried to always carry it with her.
She thought back to her first coed bible camp, which she attended shortly after turning eighteen. A small group of recent graduates from her church signed up for the camp, which came with a strict moral checklist as a requirement. First on the list was the order to avoid fraternizing with members of the opposite sex unless in groups
and
in a public bible-based setting. Five girls and two boys took the oath together, which was led by the youth minister just before they set foot on the rickety school bus that was chartered to take them to their destination. As expected, the bus was loaded with attendees from other churches, and it contained far more girls than boys. Adhering to the rule, they remained separated by gender for the duration of the ninety-minute drive to the camp. When they arrived, the group was pre-assigned to their cabins. An introvert, Elaine was disappointed to be separated from her church friends, but was told that it was meant to allow for more socializing among the young participants from other denominations. The accommodations were rustic but clean, with each cabin containing three sets of bunk beds, and most housing four to six guests. As Elaine thought back, she struggled to remember the names of her three roommates before it suddenly clicked - Jody, Amber and Gloria. How could she forget, she wondered to herself. Jody was the oldest at nearly twenty, tall and slender with flowing raven-colored hair. Amber and Gloria were both the same age as Elaine. Amber was athletic but somewhat nerdy, medium height and weight, with mousy brown hair, while Gloria was Latina, short with muscular legs, wavy brown hair, a darker complexion and big brown eyes. As they chose bunk beds, Elaine remembered being totally self-conscious as she looked around, and she found that she was actually feeling homesick, despite it being only the first day of the two-night camp.
The girls made small talk while unpacking before hearing a siren in the distance, a sign for everyone to convene in the main hall. Elaine remembered Jody commenting that she wished it was a "girls only" retreat as they took the short walk to the hall, and the others agreed. Elaine quietly wished for at least a few boys to be in the picture just to make things interesting, but she was clearly in the minority with this group. In the main hall, Elaine scanned the crowd as the counselors took turns sharing the agenda for the sessions, which consisted of breakout sessions, prayer groups and role-playing. She noticed one tall lanky boy who seemed to glance in her direction. She smiled innocently, but he was suddenly lost in the crowd as the counselors shuffled the group of perhaps fifty teens into smaller groups of ten. As her group read scripture and discussed the meaning among themselves, Elaine again searched for the boy but was unable to find him. After the teamwork was completed, the groups headed to the mess hall for dinner and a free evening in their cabins.
Elaine remembered Jody as being the informal "leader" of the foursome, and when she commented about how lame the exercise was, the others agreed, with the exception of Elaine who quietly objected.
Jody looked at her in surprise and said, "I'm sorry. I just learned to hate these things. My parents have been sending me since I was like sixteen, and it's always the same thing. At least we have some free time to hang out without the counselors spying on us."
Gloria asked what she meant by spying, and Jody looked around the room before saying, "I wouldn't be surprised if there are cameras here watching us right now. Counselors are mostly perverts, especially the male ones."
The girls looked around the room where the most modern item was a dusty circa 1980s lamp, and they broke out laughing in unison. There was clearly nothing in the cabin that would pass for a camera.
"Why do you think they spy on us," Amber asked.
"A couple years ago we were playing 'spin the bottle' and the next day one of the counselors made a comment about it," Jody said.
"Wait, what?"
"What do you mean, what? You never played?"
Gloria responded, "Uh, yeah. But how did you sneak the boys in? Maybe
they
told someone. Boys always brag about stuff like that."
Jody had a mischievous look on her face. "Who said anything about boys playing?"
The other three were quiet for a few seconds before giggling.
"What? You never played spin the bottle with your friends? What are you, prissy bible thumpers?"
Amber spoke up, "So, it was just you and who? Your roomies?"
Jody rolled her eyes, "Uh, yeah. Remember we took an oath. No boys, so what else are we supposed to do, just read the bible all night?"
They all looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Elaine remembered wanting to change the subject, but also being surprisingly excited at Jody's boldness. Although they were only a year or so apart, Jody seemed so much older than her. Elaine took her in. Thinking back, she realized that it was the first time that she looked at another girl in a curious, somewhat sexual way. Something triggered feelings inside of her, and she almost felt dizzy as they took turns changing in the bathroom. Although it was warm enough to sleep in just a t-shirt and panties, two of the girls including Elaine wore full-length pajamas. Gloria and Jody opted for minimal attire, and as the girls shared a couch and oversized chair, Elaine tried desperately not to focus on them.
Amber and Elaine fanned themselves in the heat, and Jody laughed.
"What?" Amber asked.
"Nothing, you two though," Jody said, smiling.
"What about us?"
"You - you just look like you're bundled up for a cold winter's night. It has to be 85 in here, at least."
Amber looked at Elaine, shrugged and commented, "We're not hot."
"Well, it's none of my business, but you're fanning yourselves and sweating. I mean, I'm hot and I'm in THIS," Jody said as she looked down at herself.
The girls' eyes followed hers and Elaine's libido woke up as she snuck a peek at Jody's camel toe in her panties. The few times she heard that expression, she hated it, but she had to admit that it was a perfect description for the sight in front of her. From her vantage point on the chair, she glanced over at Gloria who was sitting on the other end of the couch, and she couldn't help but look between her legs as well, comparing the two. She made a conscious effort to control her labored breathing, confused about her body's reaction.
Amber finally broke down and stood from between the two girls.
"Okay, fine," she said as she dropped her flannel pajama bottoms to the floor, exposing tiny panties and a round ass.
"Happy now?" The girls nodded.
Gloria asked, "Doesn't that feel better?"
Amanda nodded, and Elaine noticed that Gloria was clearly taking note of Amanda's form from her vantage point.
"Next?" The girls all looked over at Elaine, who shook her head, knowing she wasn't even wearing panties under her flannel, not because she felt naughty but because she realized she hadn't packed enough and was trying to conserve them.
"Uh, no. No way. Sorry."
