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)
Is it weird to enjoy being with them so much? To want them even more? I’ve had a crush here and there, but this feels a lot more intense. It’s almost like I want to be consumed.
I turn on the shower, going for a cooler setting. I still feel rather hot from today’s activities, and it might be best for me to simmer down a little.
But I can’t. All of my thoughts keep going back to the amazing way they made me feel. Jason and Jordan have such different ways of making love to me, but they both satisfied a need in me I didn’t even know I had.
I squirm under the spray simply thinking about being with them again and again.
I mean, the both of them! Together, at the same time! I’ve never dreamed of something so insane because who would have thought? It’s out of your craziest fantasies, like something you only see on TV.
And it was a circuit overload when Jordan admitted to finding me attractive. Jason too. Holy cow, this is complete pandemonium.
What am I going to do? What am I supposed to do? There’s literally zero precedent in this. I’ve never known anyone who’s been in a situation like this one. I’ve heard all about love triangles and what not, but this is different because it’s with my pastors. Men of the cloth. Holy shit.
Yet, I want more.
I want it all.
But I shouldn’t. I mean this can’t possibly be right or healthy. It’s two different men at essentially the same time, and that’s not what godly people do, right?
I was raised in a conservative Christian family. We never broached the subject of something like this, maybe because it was obvious that it’s a no-no. I’m guessing no one in my family even considered such a possibility. Two men sharing one woman? No, it’s absolutely off the table. Aliens landing in our living room would be more likely. As a result, telling my family is the furthest thing on my mind.
Yet there’s something different about our ménage. After all, the Village Church preaches a very tolerant version of Christianity, and I like it. It feels inclusive and warmer than the church of my childhood, and I wonder if the other parishioners would be okay with a threesome. Love takes many forms, after all, and who are we to know God’s will?
Yet, I can’t claim to love Jordan and Jason because we only just met. So what the hell is going on? How can I be thinking of love, much less a relationship? I really am going crazy.
Or maybe Jordan and Jason would want me to choose only one of them to be with. Yet that feels wrong too because I already know I’m attracted to both of them. Jason is sweet, yet dominant too. He’s rougher around the edges with blazing blue eyes and firm, square hands. He tosses me around while manipulating my flesh, and I love it.
Jordan is less serious. There’s an impish light to that blue gaze, although he can be just as commanding as his co-pastor. The marks that I have on my thighs are from him, and his insistent need to be inside. He’s definitely an alpha male in full, just like his friend.
So am I supposed to choose between these two gorgeous guys? I’m barely over the fact that I’m into both of them, so choosing is impossible. Yet, how can this be happening in the first place? I thought there was one person meant for each of us and that was that.
But here we are. This is God’s will, I know it. God put two handsome men in front of me and wants me to enjoy my time with both. Maybe it’s over already. Maybe it’s just a one time thing, but if that’s the case, then I’ll consider myself blessed.
With a sigh, I get out and dry myself off, putting on some comfy clothes to lounge around in. I go straight to my bedroom, falling onto my bed, and unfortunately, the thoughts start up again.
Do Jason and Jordan want a relationship? They’ve never mentioned having girlfriends or boyfriends before, and I’ve never been aware of them dating anyone. To be honest, some of the congregation thinks they might be dating one another because they live together. I never thought that was a possibility because they’re far too masculine and now, I know for sure. Both of them are thoroughly into women. Me, in particular. They didn’t touch one another during our tryst, they merely enjoyed my curves, one after the other.
I play with my phone a bit. Maybe tomorrow is the best time to reach out. I don’t have either of their numbers, but I guess I could send a quick email to Pastor Jason. I won’t be specific because it’s too weird putting what happened in writing. I’ll just say something general, and maybe request a meeting again.