Neither Emily nor Ted wanted this moment to end. Each was silently swimming in the eyes of the other, playing out future scenarios.
Emily's film was moving faster, imagining Ted leaving his wife, the two of them dating, leaving this small coastal town, starting a new life away from everyone else, possibly marrying, definitely having children; all the while she playing the submissive partner and he as the guardian and protector.
Ted saw shorter scenes, and each one was a sexual fantasy. His eyes quickly darted over Emily's body, and he made a list of all the things he would teach her to do, and all the things he would do to her. Every single thing his wife had refused would be manifested with Emily's young, willing body. He thought of all the terms he had learned from porn sites about this kind of relationship: Slave, sub, even daughter. Cruder names like fuck toy, personal slut, and babygirl stirred his baser, lustful side.
The musings of both of them shattered as Ted's phone chirped. He knew from the ringtone that it was someone in the youth group, as he had them grouped together on his phone with a specific song.
Both jumped to their feet and immediately grabbed for Emily's clothes.
"Shit," said Emily, as she looked at the clock on Ted's office wall. It was about 5:45. "Two hours?" she thought. There was no way they had been fooling around in there that long. She knew she lost track of time while Ted was going down on her, getting so relaxed that she almost fell into a trance, but never thought it had been that long.
Ted helped Emily with her bra and shirt, and she pulled her pants back on and secured them while he reached for the phone, ignoring his own clothing situation. He was much more concerned about someone finding Emily naked in his office than if he were undressed himself.
The display said it was Amy. He hesitated as his finger hovered over the answer button.
Amy had joined the youth group about six months after Ted had been hired. She was a slim, tanned blond with piercing blue eyes. Ted classified her with the more outgoing youth members, as she always had an opinion and was quick to volunteer.
Not particularly into the whole "church" thing, but she loved the social side of being in a large group of people her age.
One of the attractions that Ted's leadership style had for many of the youth was his being "okay" with a lot of behavior that was NOT okay with their parents, as long as it wasn't to excess, or harmful. Ted found this made it easier to break down barriers and get the youth to confide in him and seek his counsel.
Amy was one of the first youth to let a "swear" slip out during a youth activity, and she immediately apologized and expected a severe verbal thrashing, but was amazed when Ted laughed it off and just gave her a gentle warning of, "Do you kiss your mom with that mouth?"
As Ted got to know her and learned the boundaries of what was "okay" to say and joke about, he saw that Amy was one of the more flirty girls in the group (although ALL the girls, it seemed, flirted with Ted to one degree or another). He saw no harm in playing along occasionally without going to extremes.
In the summer, Ted had hosted a pool party for the youth, and Amy wore a wonderfully-fitting one-piece swimsuit of sky blue that was reminiscent of a lifeguard suit. It immediately made him remember a popular beer commercial from years before, and he joked to her that with her Scandinavian looks, she could be a member of the Swedish Bikini Team. He then spent five minutes explaining his pop culture reference that was years outside the scope of her knowledge.
Ted hit the answer button. "Hello?"
"Hey, Mister Ted, are you inside the church somewhere? Your car's here but the doors are all locked."
"Ah, uh, yeah, sorry, I guess I lost track of the time. I'll come let you in."
"Okay, me and Kayla have the rest of the sodas. They're kinda heavy."
"I'll be right down. Emily and I will help you."
"Cool, we're by the kitchen door."
Emily was fully dressed and was brushing her hair and checking her face in a compact mirror. When she was sure Ted was off the phone, she pointed at his still-out member, now wilted.
"Don't you go down there like that, 'cause that's just for me!" She smiled mischievously.
"Yes, dear," he said in a mock-sarcastic tone. Putting himself back in order, he teased, "What, you don't want to share me?"
"Absolutely not," she said, making a childish, pouting face.
"Well I guess a foursome is off the table then?" He grinned. His answer was a punch on the arm, but she added, "Maybe one day, if I get to pick who it is."
Downstairs, Ted and the three girls loaded the cases of drinks onto a cart and wheeled them into the kitchen, putting them in one of the coolers. Amy and Emily joked and talked, Ted smiled and observed, and Kayla made mental notes as she observed the way Ted and Emily kept giving one another glances. "No way," she thought.
By the time everything was secured, Amy had made plans for her two friends to sleep over that night after the show was over, and Emily happily said yes, but Kayla said she had to study for an exam.
The talent show was a record-breaking success, adding to the church's coffers as well as the youth group's, and further secured Ted's reputation as a master leader and grower of the church.
Ted was disappointed that he didn't get to give Emily a ride home after the show, as he was robbed of more time for private conversation; but he knew it would look odd if he drove her to Amy's house.
The three girls left together in Kayla's car.
Ted and Emily exchanged a few text messages, but Ted deliberately kept them brief and vague, fearing one of the other girls might accidentally get a peek at Emily's screen.
Ted: Hey, thank you SO much for all your help today. I couldn't have gotten so much done that fast without your help! (smile)
Emily: Happy to help! (smile) But your files are still a mess so I'm nowhere near done yet. (wink)
Ted: Haha, fine, you're allowed to keep working on them as long as I can still find stuff when you're done. (smile)
Emily: (smile) (wink)
