Recap of parts 1 through 4
: 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 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. Before that could take shape, 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 and ended up masturbating next to each other to end the first night.
In part 4, Elaine reminisced about the one and only same-sex experience that she had with Amber decades before when they attended a 2-night bible camp. She continues to be haunted by her decision to choose a conventional and safe relationship with Tim, rather than one with Amber that may have provided her with a more emotionally and sexually gratifying - yet less spiritual and fulfilling life. Read on for more. Comments are welcome.
CONCLUSION
"Well, I guess we better get going to the shelter. I think we told them we'd be there by nine am." Elaine said.
"Okay, I'll just grab a bagel and some fruit, then I'll be ready," Claire commented, noting the journal in front of Elaine.
She looked around to make sure that no one was within earshot before quietly asking, "Um, you're not going to write about last night, right?"
"Oh God no. I mean, I may make a comment about spending time with a new friend, but I'm pretty careful about what I put in here. You never know..." Elaine started to say before trailing off.
Claire understood. At one time she kept a journal as well, and she was also very conscious of what was written, assuming that it could eventually be seen by others.
"I get it. I have one too, but if we're being honest, I have some notations that only I can understand, just in case."
"Yeah, I guess I do too. Just in case." She shuddered at the thought of Tim ever seeing her journal, knowing that even though she was careful, there were also some notations that would disturb him.
The women agreed to meet in the lobby in twenty minutes before taking the short drive over to the women's shelter, where they were immediately put to work, for which Elaine was thankful. She knew that she needed a distraction from the experience of the night before, which served not only to fuel long-dormant desires, but also to again question her decision from long ago. Seeing the plights of the women in the shelter encouraged her; however, and she thanked God for the opportunity to minister to them. When a modest late lunch was served, Elaine and Claire finally sat down together among the other women. With no sign of Nate or Amy, they assumed that the two hadn't made the trip after all. After an afternoon of teaching the women coping skills and prayer, they wrapped up their first day and returned to the hotel, where Nate's blue BMW once again conspicuously took up nearly two spaces in the full parking lot.
"Well, looks like they made it after all," Elaine said, pointing to the BMW with the tell-tale "12B-BAD" vanity plate.
"Yeah, I guess. It would have been nice if they would have shown up at the shelter though," Claire commented snidely, although she was actually relieved that they weren't there.
They entered the lobby and ventured to their room, opening the door and plopping down on the bed, exhausted from the long day at the shelter. As they relaxed, they heard muffled sounds coming from the room next door.
Claire looked at Elaine and whispered, "Isn't that Nate's room next to us?"
Elaine nodded, now intrigued by what they were hearing. A slow, methodical rhythmic squeaking made it obvious that the tenants were enjoying some intimacy.
"We should...maybe turn the TV on or something," Claire commented.
"Yeah, I guess we SHOULD," whispered Elaine, but neither woman reached for the remote. Instead, they continued to listen.
"We're so bad," whispered Elaine, and Claire shushed her as they slowly moved closer to the wall and tried to suppress adolescent giggles. Claire got up from the bed and grabbed two glasses from the bathroom. She returned to their perch near the headboard and handed one glass to Elaine, who looked at her, confused.
Claire put the glass against the wall and pressed her ear against the other end. Against her better judgement, Elaine did the same. Surprisingly, the old trick worked incredibly well, and the eavesdroppers were treated to a myriad of grunts and groans which accompanied the creaky springs, creating a weirdly symphonic sexual chorus.
As Elaine listened, she put one hand over her mouth, trying to suppress her giggling. She didn't know who was more pathetic - her or the pair on the other side of the wall. They listened intently.
They heard "Fuck - Yes!" coming from a male voice, followed by, "Tell me what you want."
"You know what I want. Give it to me!"
More guttural sounds emerged, but Claire soon found herself bored by the activities, until hearing the hoarse male voice.
"I bet you wish you could be licked again while I'm inside your tight ass."
"Damn, you know that would drive me insane, just like the last time."
The women looked at each other in shock. Elaine mouthed the words, "The last time?" to Claire, who shrugged. They went back to listening.
More squeaking before the voice asked, "Who would you rather have licking your wet pussy this time?"
"Don't make me say it, Nate," Amy pleaded.
"Tell me, whose tongue do you want on your clit while I'm fucking you? Tell me!"
"Mm.. I dunno, either Pastor Tim's or... you know."
"Tell me!"
"You already know! Don't make me say it, please?"
The squeaking stopped. Claire felt horrible upon hearing Tim's name mentioned, and she knew that she should stop listening, but something forced both women to keep their ears to the glasses against the wall.
"Do you want me to fuck you or not?"
"You know I do."
"Then tell me."
There was a long pause.
"Tell me."
"You know. I guess, either of them...either Tim or ...Elaine."
"Fuck yes, I bet she would love to taste your wet juices while my cock is sliding in and out!"
