"Mr Morrison?" Jenny Williams was hurrying down the aisle of the empty church, looking for her mentor. Or rather, her crush. She had written a little piece, a variation of a popular hymn, not her usual genre, and she wanted the organist's opinion on it. That was, she both wanted it like her most fervent dream and feared it. What if he didn't like it? Jenny would be heartbroken, but she had to try.
"I'm in here." A stern voice sounded from the vestry, and Jenny halted in her steps, for a moment overcome with a sort of rushed panic. Was her hair ruffled? Did she have lipstick on her teeth? Was her smartphone switched off? All these things and more went through her mind for several seconds.
"What is it?" He asked almost tentatively. This set her brain on a sudden rampage. The man she'd had a raging crush on for almost a year now appeared from behind the curtained doorway and rounded the side of the pulpit. He was dressed in a pale grey suit, white shirt and maroon tie and wearing the black open-front academic gown he always wore when playing the Sunday services. More practical than a cassock and surplice, which proved too much of a nuisance when playing, due to the loose sleeves getting in the way.
Jenny swallowed as she admired him. Derek was quite a stocky man, clean-shaven with glasses and buzz cut white hair. To anyone else, he'd be seen as average looking, but to Jenny he was the hottest guy to ever walk God's green earth.
"I-I composed this!" She held out the music in a rather awkward gesture, arms outstretched so far that she almost touched the organist's broad chest. The older man smiled, and gently took the offer from her shaking hands. He was not usually a mild or patient man. Somehow this introverted yet determined brunette had found her way into his hardened mind, and weary heart. Long-divorced and with an adult son he rarely saw, church duties had long since filled the void in Derek's life and he was more or less married to the pipe organ these days. Even the minister had called him a workaholic.
The age difference between him and Jenny was a yawning chasm - he was sixty and she'd just turned twenty-five. She was pretty, but didn't make much of her looks. Her confidence had been severely dented by the jerk of a boyfriend who'd dumped her last year. It was not unusual for Derek to receive some manner of music from trainee organists he'd tutored, and with Jenny, he'd glimpsed in her the makings of a very capable church organist. So much potential. Members of the choir warned her that Derek was a man who didn't suffer fools gladly, and at first she hated his merciless criticism and insistence on formality. Never in a million years did she expect to develop an attraction to him. Hell, he was old enough to be her father...
Now, Derek looked at the music, finding himself pleased to a strange degree at the obvious parallels between this piece and those hymns that had come from his own hand. He liked watching Jenny playing the organ. When those long, slim fingers of hers danced across the manuals, well, something always stirred in his heart...and also in his groin. What else could she do with those lovely hands of hers?
"This is very good." He mumbled, looking up only when he heard the relieved sigh that escaped between Jenny's lips. "Come. I will play it." He gently guided her, feeling her tense up before she relaxed and allowed herself to be led towards the organ.
Derek played the piece, and he played it so flawlessly, with such virtuosity, that Jenny had to fight the urge to grasp those hands, those broad and yet nimble fingers, and feel them between her own. A full, rich outpouring of harmonious sound radiated from the organ's pipes.
The fingers stopped, and it took her a while to realise that Derek had finished playing. Jenny was absolutely mesmerized, and barely even looked up when the older organist rose from the bench. She did look up, however, when a strong hand was placed beneath her chin, urging her to.
A gentle kiss was placed upon her lips, a tentative soft touch of skin against skin. Like a breath of air. It was momentary, then Derek withdrew, scrutinizing Jenny's face for anything that showed what the young woman was feeling, anything at all. In all truth, he was worried that his feelings, passionate yet painfully restrained as they were, would not be accepted and were not reciprocated. He might have spared himself the concern.
Jenny slowly, almost hesitantly, grasped the edges of Derek's black gown and pulled him close again, so close that they were pressing against each other. For a long, tortuous moment, their lips hovered so close that their breaths intermingled, but finally the older man leaned in, capturing Jenny's lips in a sweet, gentle open-mouthed kiss. He felt her gasp involuntarily as he took her hands and their fingers entwined. They were so soft and yet so strong, those fingers, fitting so perfectly between his own broader, more calloused digits.
Jenny was not leading on, she was hesitating on the threshold, and it was Derek who pushed her over by pressing so close that the younger woman leant against the organ and spread her legs just slightly. Just enough for Derek to fit between them.
"Mr Morrison..." The whisper broke their kiss, and there was a moment of pause.
"Derek. Please call me Derek." The elder organist said, before lavishing his attention on Jenny's pulse, tracing it with gentle lips down her neck to the edge of her blouse. There, he halted briefly, asking for permission.
"D-Derek, more -" the whispered plea was all that was needed.
Slowly, while pressing another, more demanding kiss, to Jenny's lips, Derek unbuttoned her blouse, feeling trembling hands returning the favor.
Their kisses turned heated, increasing in ferocity through the burning passions of Derek's temper as he led the fumbling trainee with a strong guiding hand. That hand was very soon more than guiding.
In spite of his apparent sureness, Derek was less than certain of his actions. They were led by want and urge rather than by experience, for he had little when it came to this sort of thing with a much-younger woman. Still, it felt right by him when he reached down and gentle palmed at Jenny's small, firm breasts. The reaction he got was all he had wished for and more.
