All my life my family has attended the same Presbyterian church. It's fairly typical of the old large protestant churches with about two thousand members on the books and maybe three to four hundred who attended regularly. Christmas and Easter the place is jammed but in between the attendance is much more sparse even though we still need two services to make it comfortable. The Sunday services are well organized and are usually quite boring with none of the arm raising or theatrical oratory that many new churches offer today. To be brutally honest, in many ways our church is really more of a big social club which includes just enough religion to appease everyone's conscious.
Church has always played a central role in my life and I was been involved in a number of youth programs throughout my childhood and high school years. Now that I'm in college, I still remain involved in various bible studies and serve as a helper to the youth group leaders. It's fun most of the time and challenging in many ways. Our big night of the week, like most churches, is Wednesday night when everything is catered to the kids and we make our biggest outreach to the community.
Pastor Ken became the youth pastor at my parent's church just a year ago while I was away from home at college. He was only twenty five and engaged when he started, getting married a few months afterwards. He and his wife are the stereotypical youth leaders, young and good looking, full of energy with bubbling personalities. They get along great with the kids and from what I have seen whenever I am home they are developing the best youth program the church has ever had.
When I'm home from school I still like to help out at church so I have gotten to know Pastor Ken and Cheri (his wife) pretty well. Not quite six feet tall, he's lean and muscular with a warm smile that makes me melt every time he flashes it at me. It doesn't hurt that Pastor Ken is only five years older than me and in my opinion, quite a catch for Cheri!
Speaking of Cheri, she wasn't too bad herself with long blond hair she usually wore in a ponytail and boobs I would have killed for but which she usually downplayed with loose outfits and layered clothes. Normally she wore pants or long dresses but at a swim party one time, even in a one-piece conservative suit there was no hiding her incredible legs. More than once I came home from church and spent some "quality time" with myself imagining being with the two of them - separately and together.
As wholesome and All-American as he tried to portray himself, there is ONE thing I've noticed about him which I doubt most people have. Maybe I am just more sensitive to it but it is clear to me that Pastor Ken has a wandering eye for the teenage girls at church! Anyone else that might have seen him looking at a girl's ass maybe a few seconds too long would probably have shrugged it off. Since I find myself looking at some of the same girls he does (at least I've never seen him looking at the cute young boys that catch my interest), I doubt it's just a coincidence.
In addition to the younger teens, Pastor Ken has also shown more than a passing interest in my own ass, at least judging by the number of times I've caught him taking a good look at it. What is it about guys that they somehow think they can stare at a girl without her knowing it (even if she doesn't appear to - trust me, she does). Well, here's a news flash for you guys! EVERY girl has a first time experience and I don't mean anything to do with her virginity. What I'm talking about is the first time she notices a boy (or man) looking at her in "that" way - as a sexual object rather than a person. It may be a boy her age but more likely it's an older boy and possibly even an older man. After growing up innocent of such experiences and perhaps not even realizing how others are starting to see her, this can be traumatic for some girls.
I remember what an emotional experience it was even for me when I first realized that an older man in church was looking down at me with this hunger in his eyes, giving special attention to my little ass. He was looking down my dress and I didn't even have anything to look at yet! He was like a wolf drooling over a lamb and I wasn't sure how to feel - scared or excited that I was getting to the stage where a man could see me that way.
After I went home after church I sat down and discussed it with my mom. Fortunately I was raised by parents with whom I have never been afraid to discuss anything and this was one of those times my mother's counsel was needed badly. I remember telling her about how he had looked at me like I was a thing, like something in a zoo. My mom explained everything to me and tried to make me view it as compliment more than anything. She explained that men sometimes allow their lust to drive them to do things they can't even explain themselves.
For now though she just advised me to flirt with them and pay them back by driving them crazy with their desire to have me - but yet never would which is the ultimate revenge! I took her advice to heart and to this day I count it as the highest compliment a man can give me when he gives me "that" look.
Well, Pastor Ken was certainly the master of "that" look and he gave it to all the hot teenage girls - even a few not quite qualifying for that title in my opinion. Naturally I told my mom about it and we agreed that so long as all he was doing was looking, what was the harm?
Of course the last thing our church needed was a pedophile for a youth pastor so I kept an eye on him. It was as good an excuse as any since keeping an eye on Pastor Ken was actually quite an enjoyable chore for me. As I said before, more than a few times I've returned from church only to quickly changed out of my clothes and lay in bed naked, fondling myself as I imagined being with him. My mom caught me once and teased me from the doorway.
"Hmmm, so let me guess, just home from church and horny as hell... Pastor Ken wouldn't be on your mind again, would he?" she taunted me.
My bed faced the door so I spread my knees further apart to allow me to see her between them while my fingers remained on my pussy.
"Oh Mom!" I whined and she laughed at my pitiful protest.
She continues to watch me from the doorway, allowing me to finish my latest fantasy about how he was fucking me on the church altar. That was how I always envisioned being with him - somewhere in the church, usually with something happening elsewhere in the church that we could hear going on as he fucked me. With my mom watching I came especially hard as I loved to show off for her and besides, I knew she enjoyed seeing me masturbate.
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Over the course of the summer I got to know Pastor Ken and Cheri even better and had a couple of meals with them. There were always other leaders with us so it wasn't like it was a personal dinner or anything but I still got to talk to them on a more social basis and not so much church-related.
Pastor Ken expressed an interest in my college studies, especially since I was attending a strict Christian university, and we spent a lot of time comparing notes between mine and a similar one that he had attended. We both got a good laugh especially in comparing the morality requirements. At my school they are called "Lifestyle Guidelines" whereas at his it was "The Pledge". His school was even more strict than mine in that he had to actually sign a document pledging not to engage in certain activities and agreed to discipline including expulsion for any violations.
For me, we have "guidelines" under the pretense that they aren't mandatory. Of course, attendance at school is not "mandatory" either so there was an implied threat that if you don't follow the guidelines you can't attend school there.
Things got more interesting when we started to compare how well we actually followed the rules. It started out innocently enough - more about drinking and dirty dancing than anything else. Then it got to the point where our confessions got a bit more risqué. Although we didn't go into the details TOO deep, but by the time we were done we both knew the other had no respect for the "no sex" and "no immorality" sections of the rules.
I found this especially interesting for him given his intent to be a pastor but then I guess that was being unfair. After all he was a man and all men are animals deep down; it's a question of how house-broken they are! It wasn't until I laid in bed that night with my fingers pretending to be Pastor Ken's cock in me that I thought about the longer term implications of our little confessional. Although neither of us directly said it, the implication was that we both shared an interest in recreational sex and that that interest for him had not diminished after school - or even after marriage!
Hmmmmmm...
After that my mom and I had another of our little mother-daughter talks when I told her about my discussion with Pastor Ken and how he seemed to be eyeing me more openly now. In fact, once he even patted me lightly on the ass as he told me to go help someone which would have been rather innocuous except the last pat was more of a grab! He turned away and I didn't get to see his eyes afterwards but it left me wondering...
My mom, as usual, was ever my guardian angel who helped keep me grounded and out of trouble. She expressed concern over me even considering getting involved with Pastor Ken, not so much because he was married since she knew my infatuation with cheating husbands, but more because of the potentially damaging personal consequences should anyone at the church ever find out. That included her and my dad since they would be drawn into whatever scandal might erupt from the newly married pastor screwing one of his college leaders - something that many people would see as wrong on so many levels but just makes it all the more exciting and erotic so far as I am concerned.
In the end, my mom didn't outright tell me NOT to do anything with Pastor Ken (like she had with my cousin Tammy after our recent little get-together); but she warned me to be especially careful and discrete, not exactly my strong points unfortunately. That was good enough for me. With my mother's blessings (well, she didn't exactly say "no", did she?) I felt confident in going forward and seeing where this little adventure might end up.
Normally when I think a guy is interested in me, especially the married ones, I go straight for the jugular, putting him in a position where he has to admit his desire for me or face the consequences of his flirting becoming known to his wife.
In my experience, 99% of them don't make the first move out of fear of being denied and then reported, not because they don't want me. Thus by me being more forward, it eliminates the awkwardness and lets us get down to business as quickly as possible. Pastor Ken, though, was a case where I was going to have to be a little more subtle than usual which should prove interesting for both of us.
