This is purely a work of erotic fiction. All characters, places, and situations are entirely fictional. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved.
I watched Heather and Diana's pale backsides bounce away as they jogged naked around the corner of the house, towards the front door of the parsonage. With the magical effects of the armband no longer filling them with a need that overrode any sense of how cold it felt to be naked outside, they had quickly become chilled and decided to sprint for the warmth and comfort of the building.
I walked over to recover the clothing that Erin had kindly dropped out of the window for me. The fabric felt cold from sitting outside, but it was a comforting feeling as I buckled my thick nylon belt and felt the familiar weight of my cargo pants with my knife, wallet, flashlight, multi-tool, and other gear strapped to them. I felt less exposed and vulnerable as I threw on my loose-fitting layers of comfortable clothing, and I knew that with just what I now had on my person I could handle just about any situation that was likely to arise, and any number of situations that weren't.
As I opened the heavy wooden front door, a wave of warm air and cheerful yellow light flooded out to greet me. Heather and Diana had apparently run upstairs to put some clothing on, but Naomi and Lisa were waiting in the living room for me. Naomi was clad in a worn bathrobe of soft terrycloth, and the sense of compassion and warm motherliness had returned to her pleasant middle-aged features. Curled as comfortably as a sleeping cat on a nearby couch, Naomi's daughter Lisa was wrapped in a short blue satin nightgown that did more to display her cleavage, her perfect hourglass figure, and the creamy skin of her long, graceful legs than it did to protect her modesty. The points of Lisa's hard nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. Lisa had gotten a glass of her father's delicious homemade wine, and the beautiful blonde winked and smiled at me as she raised it to her soft red lips to take a sip.
Naomi approached me hesitantly, clearly torn between a desire to embrace me and fear that the gesture would be misinterpreted. She wore a worried, remorseful look on her face that clearly showed that she blamed herself for her part in what had happened earlier. She wrung her hands worriedly as she spoke. "Thank you so much for not taking advantage of me! I don't know what came over us, but thank you so much for respecting my marriage and Erin's virginity! I don't know what I was... I can't imagine cheating on David! He's the love of my life, and I swear that he's the only man I've ever been with or even wanted to be with! Oh, John, I'm so sorry for..." Her voice trailed off and her eyes closed tightly, as though struggling to block the thoughts from her mind. She was unable to finish the sentence.
How could I explain to Naomi that her actions hadn't been her own fault? As I struggled to find words that could soothe her guilt-ridden conscience, I took her into my arms and hugged her as I would my own mother. Naomi was shorter than I was, and I felt her bury her face in my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her, smelling her feminine shampoo in the soft hair that brushed the bottom of my chin and feeling the warm terrycloth of her bathrobe against my hands as I held her. She was shaking slightly as she cried silently into my shoulder.
Lisa looked over at us from her position of the couch with an expression that seemed to combine both compassion for her guilt-ridden mother and a silent amusement that gave me the impression that she didn't feel any guilt at all for what she had done that night. Lisa saw me looking at her and smiled, but I couldn't tell whether she was flirting with me or simply approving of my efforts to comfort her mother. Perhaps she was doing both. The smile broadened and her eyes twinkled mischievously as Lisa shifted her position on the couch, allowing her nightgown to ride up and expose more of the perfect skin of her soft thighs. I felt myself begin to get hard again.
I averted my gaze from the beautiful blonde on the couch, closing my eyes in an effort to tune out the outside world. I couldn't risk becoming aroused and activating the armband again. "It's OK, Naomi," I offered. "We're here because there are supernatural things at work here that we don't understand. What happened to you wasn't your fault. I don't blame you, and I hope that you stop blaming yourself. You didn't cheat on your husband." The hug had gone on long enough, and I began to relax my grip on Naomi to signal that the hug was over. Her arms stayed wrapped tightly around my shoulders, so I patted her gently on the back to signal that the hug was over. But her arms still did not release me.
"It doesn't feel like what happened wasn't my fault," Naomi replied. Her arms tightened around me.
"Trust me, ma'am. What happened to you was something entirely beyond your control. The fact that you didn't actually do anything with me attests to your strength of character and commitment to your husband." I used the most comforting tone that I could with Naomi while still trying to be somewhat businesslike and not encourage things to progress in a sexual direction. I also deliberately ignored the fact that the only reason that she had remained faithful to her husband had been due to my efforts, not her own. I felt her breath softly caressing the skin of my neck, and was aware that this embrace was lasting far longer than I should be willing to allow it to last. My desire to comfort her warred with my desire to not become aroused and let the armband influence her again. Hadn't I been assured that I would usually be able to control the armband, rather than things working the other way around?