Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Standing, I stretch a bit. I feel a lot more awake and back to my old form. Whatever fog my brain was in, it’s lifted, and I feel like I even have some extra pep in my step now.
Looking around, Pastor Jason has his office decorated a little differently from Pastor Jordan’s, but they’re somewhat similar. There’s a big mahogany desk, along a comfy-looking office chair and some potted houseplants. There’s a small seating area in the main area of the office, and bookshelves line the walls, filled with colorful tomes. His office is a bit more organized than Jordan’s, as if everything has its place.
I go over to a shelf and pull some of the books off. To my surprise, there’s all kinds stuff here, and not just theology treatises. He even has a few art history reference books, and with delight, I flip through one on Impressionism. Looking at art has always made me feel better because it brings a certain type of awareness to my psyche.
Honestly, I’m not surprised that both of the pastors feature a book collection in their private spaces. They do like to talk about the books they’re reading in their sermons, and their scholarship gives depth to their oration. It’s impressive.
I browse some more, but it’s also kind of weird waiting around here while my pastors preach outside. This is their private space, and I feel strange, like I’m an intruder.
I’m also a kind of scared about what’s going to happen next. After all, what if they just see this as a physical interlude? It’s been dirtier than my wildest imagination. Two men? Who does that?
But we just met, and that’s the crazy part. I mean, they’re my pastors sure, but we never really talked before today. It was always me mooning at them from the pews as they spoke about David, Moses and Joseph. Oh god.
Maybe I’m trying to get a jump on things much too early. After all, how does dating work? Do we have a text exchange first? At the very least, I have to at least give them a chance to tell me what they want. The question is: what do I want? I’m not sure I know.
Moreover, how would something with the three of us even work? Can people even date two people at once? I know that Mormons believe in polygamy, but I don’t think that’s the kind of situation we’re in, not to mention the fact that we’re not Mormons. Also, a lot of kids at my school do the whole dating thing where they see multiple people at once, but that’s a lot more casual. Somehow, I know that that scenario doesn’t apply either.
It’s not possible to have a serious relationship with two people. Right?
Plus, it’s always the men who have more than one wife, and not the other way around. Yet if something were to happen between the three of us, then I’d be the one with multiple partners.
That’s scandalous and utterly weird. And yet my cheeks warm and a shiver courses through my body. The idea is dirty, yet delicious too.
My mind is racing. There are too many thoughts, and I can’t keep track of all of them.
I should probably get out of here, so I can think. A quick walk might be the right way to clear my head. Some fresh air, the smell of trees and grass, and the bright sunlight; these things will get me back to normal soon enough. At least I hope.
I fix my dress and hair, so I don’t look totally crazy. There’s no need for everyone to know I just made love to two men. I mean, I’m going to be acutely aware of that fact because I am currently not wearing any panties, but the waft of cool air between my thighs excites me and makes me titter a bit.
Oh my goodness. My face goes red remembering how Jason ripped off my panties like they were in the way.
I look around the floor, but my lingerie is long gone. Well, it’s not like I would have been able to wear them anyway, seeing that it’s probably just a tattered rag now.
Thankfully, my dress is long enough to keep me decent. As long as I’m able to keep a calm smile on my face, no one should be able to tell.
Slowly, I open the door and peek down the hallway to see if anyone is wandering around outside. It’s silent and still. Good. It’s time to make my getaway.
Quickly, I head out of the office and tiptoe quietly to the back door. Not many people go out this way, so I won’t accidentally bump into any congregants or volunteers. Good thing because I can’t imagine having to explain myself to anyone right now. I’d get so tongue-tied, not to mention embarrassed and flushed.