It was customary after the lengthy service to shake the preacher's hand. Alvin Harris looked forward to it, enjoying interacting with his fine congregation and relishing the many compliments.
"Good job, Pastor," the folks would say. The best part was basking in the warm embraces of the beautiful array of women that featured his gathering. The attractive women who attended were his selection. Having no preference, they came in all varieties, each humble and charming. When he saw a beautiful woman, he would extend the invitation to his church. Doing so in hopes Alvin would one day seek his way into their modest garments.
"Great sermon today, Dr." Amelia winked.
Her blonde hair was in a tight bun that defined her beautiful Norwegian features. Blue eyes flickered toward him, tugging his extended arm in an informal embrace.
"You always have the best sermons, pastor," she complimented, swinging his arm from side to side. Had the young woman known this gesture sent a tinge of yearning to his loins, she wouldn't have done so.
"I am glad you two enjoyed it." Alvin smiled, looking toward Amelia, her large breasts swelled under the blue blouse, and her cotton skirt fell around her ankles. The soft material failed to hide her shapely figure, large hips, and behind her a wide ass. Both were to his liking.
His eyes landed on her companion. At 5 feet, Emma was tiny in stature with a body that fitted her sweet personality. Underneath baggy clothes hid delicate curves. A sports bra concealed the full breasts underneath Emma's blouse, and her brown hair hung past her elbows parted to the side.
The Pastor immediately noticed his favorite girl's sorrowful expression. Emma was usually cheerful and full of life, but not today.
"Did you not enjoy the message, Miss Emma? You sure are dressed for church, but that face doesn't say, `Heaven.'"
With big brown eyes, Emma peered at him with a pitiful smile. Last night a man stripped Emma of her innocence. Her neighbor had taken everything she had been saving for himself, leaving her satisfied but guilty as sin.
"Do we need to talk? You and I? And get to the bottom of this bad mood. There is no doubt that I can cheer you up, my dear." Alvin explained as he teased and caressed the woman's narrow shoulders.
"I'll be fine, pastor."
The young girl was beautiful, and he knew something divine lay underneath those clothes. But Emma was devoted and had never been enticed by his minor advances.
"Hopefully, my second sermon will fill you with praise since the first one did not."
"Oh, No, sir. It was a great service, pastor. I apologize. I was up all night with a sore throat," Emma smiled weakly and rubbed her neck.
Alvin chuckled, letting his fingertip press against the soft flesh of Emma's neck.
"I'll pray for you, dear."
Emma flinched slightly at his touch, worried he would clear the makeup on her neck. The bronzer had done wonders at hiding the numerous love bites marking her skin.
"Thank you, pastor," Emma gazed up with a broadened smile.
The two lovely young women strolled toward the back of the chapel, and Alvin let his eyes wander for only a moment before the boisterous interruption.
"Great sermon, Pastor! Everything you said today, I had been thinking about all week. I am just so glad you've decided to have the luncheon this Sunday. My wife made your favorite pork chops and gravy. I know I can't wait to eat," Ray Johnson rubbed his stomach and patted the Pastor on the shoulder.
Giving a tight smile, Alvin nodded and was ready to move on to Mrs. Johnson. Her pork chops weren't the only feast he enjoyed eating from her.
The large crowd enjoyed conversations about divinity and small talk about other aspects of life in the dining hall. Decorative portraits of the divine covered the church hall walls. Emma and Amelia assisted in the kitchen pulling potluck dishes in and out of a large industrial oven.
"This smells!" Amelia gazed curiously at one unfamiliar dish.
Emma shook her head and glanced at the dried-up casserole, making a slight utterance. "Um, should we put it out?"
"Whoever made it probably doesn't even want to eat it. What is that red stuff?"
"Be nice," Emma smirked.
Amelia chuckled, "Have you seen the Pastor's son?"
"No. Was his son standing up at the pulpit with the family?"
Amelia looked around before leaning in closer to whisper, "No. He's not saved."
"Oh, okay. Well, I am sure the pastor's son will come around. Not everyone is ready for the word when they first hear it. I know I wasn't."
Emma wasn't as judgemental as her friends; she couldn't be after last night. The thought of what she had done, the things she had said. It haunted her this morning, and she thought it might be a burden on her for a lifetime.
"Yeah, it's a shame, really." Amelia shook her head before relaying the details of their pastor's family problems. "So, he lives here, but he and his father don't get along. His mother is trying to mend their relationship, but I don't know. He's covered in tattoos. Thank God you can't see them. He has on a proper suit today, but he goes to my gym, so I see him a lot. He comes in with no shirt. It's a travesty. Oh, and he smokes." Amelia shook her head, "I bet he drinks alcohol too."
"You know a lot about him." Emma giggled but knew Amelia knew a lot about everyone. That flaw caused Emma to be careful of the details she shared with her nosy friend. Living with a man she was not married to was one of those details.
Amelia chuckled nervously, "Yeah, like I said, he goes to my gym. I think he tried hitting on me. I said no, of course. I would not even think of dating a guy like that."
"If you have that mindset about men, you will never...." Emma trailed off as her heart raced. Looking across the room stood her attacker.
Standing as firm as an Elm, brawny arms busted out of Liam's light blue dress shirt. Emma never thought a hard chest would be her weakness. But that was the same hard chest she had balanced on as he filled her with his delicious cock. With a ragged breath, Emma continued eyeing his physical condition. Liam shook hands with an older man, a bright smile on his bearded face. Focusing further on the thick fingers inter lapping a congregation member, Emma felt a tinge of moisture in her panties.
Amelia looked over, noticing Emma's sights, and whispered, "Yeah, that's him. I know his parents are so worried about his salvation. Imagine a preacher's son being so worldly. It's not right. We have to pray for him."
Sighing in distress, Emma dropped her head before he caught her gaze.
"Want to go introduce ourselves?" Amelia suggested.
"No." Emma blurted. "If he's that bad, we should stay away. For our um salvation and to...."
Dark eyes centered in on her frame, and it was too late. His sharp sights had landed on her, and Liam was walking over at a moderate speed.
Liam licked his lips; Emma's sweet pussy lingered on his taste buds. Cracking the young girl and giving Emma her first dose of dick wasn't enough. He wanted more. The excitement he felt when he saw her enter the chapel was unpaired. His dick hadn't throbbed that hard in ages. He couldn't wait to reintroduce himself formally and introduce her to his family. A little dig on his lower back stopped his motion, and he turned around to see his mother, Alice.
Alice looked up proudly, taking in his formal attire, "Oh! You just look so handsome."
Liam gleamed and wrapped his arms around his mother's shoulders, "You look gorgeous, mom."
"Have you spoken to your father?"
Liam looked toward his dad, lost in conversation with yet another female congregation member. He shook his head, "No, ma'am, next time."
"Well, now is the best time to reach out to him. He's never more comfortable than here at church."
Liam wanted to scoff and tell his mother the only time his father was comfortable was between another woman's legs. But the woman was in denial about her husband's affairs. Liam had warned her years ago, and it had backfired. Alice was furious but not at her husband. Instead, she called Liam a sinful man for trying to break up her marriage. Liam could deal with his father's rejection, but he needed to maintain his mother's love.
"I'll speak to him, but I saw a friend...." Liam frowned as he glanced back toward the kitchen, realizing his brown-haired beauty was gone.
"No. Go on over there. Mrs. Johnson can wait." Alice clicked her tongue and clasped her small hand in his. He obeyed her attempt to drag him toward his father.
With her hands shaking slightly, Emma grabbed her bag from the coat rack.
"You're leaving already? You haven't even eaten," Amelia frowned, her blue eyes almost holding tears. The other ladies did not care for her, and Emma seemed to be her only comforting friend.
"Yeah, my throat it's hurting again, and I should go. Take some medicine. I should have never come to church." On the verge of guilty tears, Emma tried to control her trembling hands.
"I have a cough drop in my purse. Will you come for the second service?"
"I'll try if I start feeling better."
"I'll pray for you." Amelia smiled.
Emma gave a sorrowful smile, "Please do."
Leaving Amelia in the kitchen, Emma snuck out the back entrance. In her car, she groaned out in frustration, realizing she had forgotten her keys. Emma was thinking about hiding in the vehicle until the dinner was over. But the cool air and the thin long skirt she wore weren't promising to do so. Emma swallowed her fear and started her walk back toward the back door. Loud voices coming from a parked truck two cars down made her pause. Emma immediately recognized the pastor's deep, prominent voice.
"Damnit, what do you want me to do, boy?"
The pastor was furious, which would be the only reason he would use such foul language.
"Stop fucking around and treat my mother with some respect. Do you get off on that shit or something? Flirting with your members while she's two fucking feet away."
"Watch your mouth, boy!" Alvin shouted.
To avoid being detected, Emma crouched between two cars, knowing this was a conversation she was not supposed to hear. The pastor's heated choice of words and the rumor of him sleeping with his members were all new and devastating news to Emma.
Alvin's voice was deep and threatening, "I handle my own Goddamn business, so go back to whatever unethical shit you've been doing the last five years and get out of my churchyard."
"Fucking hypocrite." Liam spat and pushed his father's chest.
Alvin ignored his son's want for violence. Placing a finger on his lips, he walked across the parking lot, spotting Emma squatted between two cars.
"Miss Emma, are you lost, my dear?"
Emma jumped up and turned around. Staring up at Alvin's face, the person she thought she knew was gone and replaced was a mysterious man.
Her shivering induced a stutter to form, "I...I was leaving, I."
"Emma, I've been looking for you all morning," Liam grinned and wrapped his arms around her trembling shoulders.
Alvin's face twisted in a mask of turmoil, "Have you been corrupting the young women of my church?"
"No more than you have, father. Emma and I have been dating," Liam announced boldly. "Was she also on your fuck list?"
Eyes wide, Emma glanced back and forth from each tall man, "I-"
"Watch it!" Alvin warned Liam, walking hurriedly back toward the building.
