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Rating: Mature-Sexual scenes, language
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FFG: Chapter 6: Her Wicked Tongue
Father Michael's voice stretched out through the church as he began mass. I sat firmly in the pew next to Paul. It had been a long time since I sat in church with Paul, well, in church period. When I returned from college I barely came to mass. I knew my father had been upset about my lack of appearance at church these days. I glanced down one row and saw him sitting next to Sue staring rather seriously up at Father Michael. He looked like Father Michael was about to announce the arrival of God at any second.
"May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of the holy Spirit be with all of you. " Father Michael began.
We all began to speak as our voices boom in the large cathedral.
"Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another that you may be healed. I confess to almighty God, and to you, my brothers and sisters, that have sinned through my own fault, in my thoughts and in my words, in what I have done and in what I have failed to do. "
Father Michael began to read scripture followed by the gospel. I tried to paid attention to the scripture but I kept getting distracted by Father Jacob who wore a similar outfit as Father Michael. He looked incredibly different than he did last night when he danced so closely to me. I felt my cheeks burn as the memory of his stiff cock pressed against my pelvis pop into my head.
I had definitely felt a hard outline in his jeans last night. Was it just a normal reaction for a man to be close to a woman? Or was it for me? The thought of him getting a woody for me made me squirm slightly in my seat. I could feel the dampness in my panties as I recalled how he commented how any man with half a brain would find me desirable. Did he find me desirable? Is that why he got so excited?
I gulped hard as I tried to keep my attention on Father Michael. I had caught Father Jacob scanning the crowd and when his eyes landed on me I noticed they seem to darken like a sky before a heavy thunderstorm. I wasn't sure how to interpret this.
"Blessed are you, Lord, God of all creation. Through your goodness we have, this bread to offer, which earth has given and human hands have made. It will become for us the bread of life."
We pray. " Holy, holy, holy Lord. God of power and might. Heaven and earth are full of your glory…" I watched as Father Jacob began to move closer to Father Michael. My stomach tingled. Even in that spiritual uniform I could not resist even my own desire of wanting to ravage his sexy body. I was so going to burn in hell for my lustful thoughts.
I knelt down on my knees.
"While they were eating, he took bread, said the blessing, broke it, and gave it to them, and said, "Take and eat; this is my Body."
I watched as Father Michael said the prayer and communion began. When Father Jacob stood before me with the small wafer in between his fingers I lifted my head to look boldly at him like a woman in need of water on a hot July day.. I saw that he was trying so hard not to pay me any more attention than he had the other parishioners. I suddenly felt like horns had popped out of my head.
I opened my mouth wide as he place the small wafer onto my tongue but before he could remove his long fingers I clasped my mouth down and around his fingers. I slowly sucked on his fingers and swirled my tongue around quickly as he gently eased it out of my mouth. He inhaled sharply. I tried to smile as innocently as possible as I began to lick my lips while I chewed. I watched as he closed his eyes and then open them back up taking a step over to the next person. I realized that I was kneeling in a church with many of my friends and family. I had just sucked seductively on the fingers of a priest. I had to get out of here. What was wrong with me? Was I possessed? Seriously I was never this bad before he came home. It was all his fault. He was the one who was creating havoc on my body, my dreams, and my life in general. If Father Jacob had never returned then I would not be kneeling here praying to the God almighty to forgive me for committing about a dozen sins that I had just committed during mass. I wasn't even including the ones before I came here today. The list was limitless.
Once service had ended I practically ran down the aisle to the front doors. I didn't even consider Paul who had met me here this morning. Father Michael was standing outside the doors wearing a big smile as he took my hand and shook it.
"It is so good to see you in service today." Father Michael gave me a wink. It was what I called the wink of guilt. We both knew that I had been missing a lot of masses lately not to mention confessions. If he only knew how bad I was he might throw me down and drench my body with holy water. I was seriously wondering if I should discuss the possibility of a demon entering my body with him. Then I saw Charlie step outside and knew if he could hear my thoughts he would send me to a loony bin.
I was halfway to my car when I heard my name being called out.
I turned with an aggravated smile on my face.
"Are you okay?" Paul ask me with genuine concern.
"Yeah, just a bit ….a slight headache." See now I was telling a bold face lie. I definitely had some serious issues.
"Oh. Can I call you later?" He suggested.
"If I am feeling better I will call you." I knew I was hurting his feelings but I honestly did not know what sort of mood I would be in later. If today continued to go on this damn freaky then it might be wise if he did not talk to me at all.
"Sure. Okay. Hope you get to feeling better." He called out as I closed my car door and sped home.
JPOV:
I hurried with the cleaning. I knew that Father Michael was going to dinner with the Newton's today. I was considering going out to see my father today. When he didn't show up for service I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed.
Then Bella had knelt down for communion and everything changed for me. In that moment when her lips circled around my finger, I felt the velvet texture of her tongue sliding across my finger as it slid out of her mouth, I was afraid I was dreaming wide awake. Then she licked her lips with the most incredible seductive smile on her face. I was still not sure what was reality and what was fantasy until I heard someone cough and it luckily pulled me out of my trance.
What the hell had she been thinking doing that so publicly? Did she think this was some sort of joke? I could loose my job if people thought we were somehow sexually involved. The church did not need this sort of scandal on their hands.
We were no longer children playing jokes on one another. This was serious. I changed into my jeans and slipped on my shoes. I recalled the night before when we had danced so closely together. I had came home later that night and found myself jacking off in the shower and then in the middle of the night I woke up from a dream about Bella which led me to jack off again before I finally manage to sleep. I had to pray for my soul and my sins extra long this morning.
I knew I was flirting with danger when I teased her last night. I knew that it had been wrong of me to let her feel my desire for her. That was the problem. I just didn't think I just reacted. What the hell? I usually have more control than this? I went to confessions only explaining that I found myself having lustful dreams and masturbating. I was not about to tell Father Michael that the dreams I was having was about Bella Swan or that while I masturbated I envisioned her mouth around my hard cock. No sir.
I already knew that once I mentioned masturbation he was probably praying that I wasn't reconsidering my position at this church. He had just advised me to remember that I was still a young man and my body reacted in ways that I had no control over as long as I did not act out any further than that I would be fine. I did fifty hail Mary's before I found my redemption for my sins.
I stood in front of my door contemplating on where to go. I knew I needed to go see my father but I was still struggling with that confrontation. It was stupid that I was so afraid to see him. I knew he loved me despite my life choice I had made.
I wondered what he would say if I told him how I was torn up with these thoughts, feelings and fantasies of Bella. He would probably be pleased. He had told me pretty bluntly that our family name would die out with me. I knew how badly it hurt him that I would never give him grandchildren to carry on the Black name.
I pick up the cell phone and dial his number. I knew I was being a coward by calling him instead of a face to face meeting. The phone rang several times before he finally answered it.
"Hello." His voice was harsh. I wondered if he was having a bad day?
"Hello Dad." I forced the words out of my mouth.
"Jacob?" He ask sounding rather surprised to hear my voice.
"Yes Dad." I bit down on my tongue as I braced myself for a verbal argument to commend.
"I heard you moved back." He stated numbly.
"Yes. I had hoped to see you at church today." I continue to speak in a level tone. I knew how easily he could get riled up.
"Sorry son. I am not at home. I went to visit Rachel and the grandbabies." He explained as I heard the sound of a toddler playing in the background. I felt the pit of my stomach twisting up. I had two nephews that I had only seen once since their birth. I knew I was not exactly the best uncle in the world. It was clear that my Dad wanted to be apart of their lives.
"Oh. How is Rachel doing?" I asked trying to sound calm as possible although my hand was shaking hard.
"Good. Her husband is good to her and these two boys. You ought to see them Jacob. The youngest one, Joseph looks a lot like you." He chuckled.
"Poor kid." I chuckled as well.
"Rachel is calling me to the dinner table. I will give you a call when I return home." His voice changed slightly. I wondered if he was telling me the truth or if he just wanted to get off of the phone with me.
"Sure." I agreed as I heard him hang up. I stared at the screen feeling warm tears sting my eyes.
When would my father accept my choice? Would he ever be proud of me again? Would he ever get over his anger toward me? Would our family stay divided? I knew that Rachel was stuck in the middle of us. On one hand she was proud of me but on the other she hated to watch our Father suffer.
I wiped my eyes roughly as I placed the phone in my pocket. I locked up before I began to walk down the sidewalk. My heart was still reeling with the pain that always occurred after a confrontation with my father.
A few minutes later I found myself standing on Bella's porch knocking on her door. I knew that this was not a good idea but I needed to be around someone. I was still hurting from my father's rejection of me. I also wanted to scold Bella for her scandalous behavior at church.
A few seconds later the door was open and Bella stood before me wearing a pair of short shorts and a tight blue t-shirt. I noticed that she was bare footed. Her hair was pulled up on her head. She look like she was frustrated.
"Father Jacob." She gave me a nervous smile as she glanced up and down the street.
"Bella." I spoke sternly as I step inside uninvited. I didn't care about being polite. I was still upset with her.
"Come in." She glared at me as she closed the door behind us.
"What the hell were you thinking? Why did you do that to me today?" I decided to just be blunt with her for my reasoning to show up unexpectedly.
"What are you talking about?" She looked stunned by my anger toward her. I watched as she walk past me and into the living room area.
"Don't! Don't pretend you always suck on Father Michael's finger when we have communion." I stand with my legs spread and my hands on my hips as I glare at her.
"Oh that!" Her eyes widened and her cheeks began to turn bright red.
"Yeah that!" I shouted.
I saw her flinch. I knew I was being a shit. I knew that most of my anger was really directed at my father and not at her.
"I'm sorry Father Jacob. I don't know what came over me." She looked down at the floor as she covered her chest with her arms.
"I will admit that our dance and the teasing got out of control last night and I will take my share of the blame for that." I decided to give her a little slack. I could see she was truly upset with her own behavior.
"Well you should!" Her head lifted up and I saw fire in her eyes as she began to glare back at me.
"Excuse me?" I was shocked at how she was turning this back around on me.
"If you had never came back none of this would have happen!" She cried out as she stormed past me and into the kitchen. I followed her.
"What do you mean? I am lost now." I demanded as I watched her lean down to open the oven. She grab two mittens and pulled out what smelled like a meatloaf. I could not turn my head as I watched the shorts rise up and expose both of her round ass cheeks. I chewed on my lower lip as I found myself curious what would happen if I placed my hands on them. Would she enjoy it? Would she slap me?
She plop the pan down and threw the mittens aside as she turn toward me. Her hands were on her curvy hips as she look at me with pure anger.
"You told me I was desirable Jacob! You should have known how that would affect me! You…of all people." She cried out as she covered her mouth with her hand.
I was seriously confused at this point. Her chest was heaving. I wanted to reach out and touch her but I knew that it might lead to something that I was not prepared to do.
"What? Of course you are desirable Bella. Look at you. Your beautiful." I complimented her as I leaned back against the kitchen table. My hands were itching to touch her. I wanted to caress her face. I wanted to kiss her smooth neck. I wanted to taste her skin. I wanted to feel her mouth against mine.
"NO!" She shook her head furiously.
"No what?" I exhaled loudly.
"No you don't have a right to tell me that now. I wanted you Jacob to notice me ten years ago. I wanted you to stay here with me. You left me. You never notice that I existed. " She began to blurt out rapidly. I was trying to keep up with her.
"Bella I knew you existed. You were one of my closest friends." I argued.
"Friend. I didn't want to be your damn friend Jacob. I wanted to be your…never mind." She turned away as she covered her face with her hands.
I was starting to see where she was going with this conversation. Bella must have had a crush on me when we were younger and I was totally unaware of it. No wonder she was so nervous around me. She was struggling with her feelings toward me. It made perfect sense now. It also hurt like hell to know that I was causing her so much pain.
"Bella I am so sorry. I didn't know. You were like a little sister to me then." I tried to explain as I took a few steps closer to her.
"Then. What about now Jacob?" She turned to face me. Our faces were barely an inch apart. Her eyes glimmered with tears. I felt lousy. I had caused her to cry. I had came in here so pissed off at my father and confused by her behavior at church and now I was making her upset. What was wrong with me?
"Now. I am a priest Bella. Even if I had feelings for you I could never act on them." I answered honestly as I watch the anguish in her eyes grow.
"I know what you are. I'm not talking to Father Jacob the priest. I am talking to Jacob Black the man." She wiped away the tears as our eyes lock.
I wanted to explain to her how crazy my body had been reacting to her ever since I first saw her. I wanted to tell her how each night I had dreams of her and how I woke up longing to hold her in my arms but I couldn't. It was not only morally wrong but it was also unfair to her.
"I think we both know I find you desirable." I closed my eyes; my face going tight.
Bella placed her hands on my shoulders. My eyes opened slowly. Her breathe felt like a caress. Her voice dropped to pure seduction.
"Show me again." She whispered.
She ran her hands down my arms. Shivers raced through me. I shook my head. She kept up the sensual glide of her hands until she finally took both of my hands in hers and placed them on each side of her hips. I knew I should step away but my fingers gripped her hips tightly. I heard her gasp.
I was furious with her. Why was she doing this to me, to us? She knew that nothing could come of us. We could not share a life together. Hell we could not even fall in love. We were forbidden. Was that the thrill for her?
I was trying to make sense of all of this. Our bodies were pressed against each other like the night before. My cock was hard again. I inhaled sharply as my cock twitched. I knew she felt it when she began to lick her lips and smile victoriously up at me.
I lowered my head. Slowly. My eyes on her.
Why wasn't she stopping this madness?
"This can't be real." I muttered.
"If it's not real then it doesn't matter." She raised her eyebrows.
I took a long, deep breathe, then slid one hand from her hip into her hair cradling her head.
Please forgive me father. I know what I am about to do goes against everything I vowed to you. Please have mercy on me.
I brushed my lips against hers, igniting a fire in the pit of my stomach. She smelled of honey and vanilla with a trace of spearmint. I wanted more of her, wanted to keep tasting her.
I heard a noise in the back of my throat, my fingers sliding from her hair to stroke the skin along her neck.
Shivers broke out , racing along my nerves. The warm sensation turned to red hot lava. The slide of her tongue against mine filled a vast and barren loneliness inside of me. I had not known it had even existed until this moment. I truly missed the human contact between two people.
She dug her fingers into my bicep muscles. I could sense she was aching for more of me. My hand slid over her shoulder blade, down to the curve of her waist to the flare of her hips. The coolness of her bare skin as my fingers slid underneath her shorts to touch her bare skin made me tremble inwardly.
I heard her moaning in my mouth. I felt like I was being consumed by fire. Our bodies tightly pressed together was causing our bodies to heat up as if we had a heating blanket wrapped around us.
I wanted to stay in this kiss forever. I had kissed a few girls in my past but none of them had created this kind of passion in me. None of them made me want to go further. I wanted so badly to throw her down on the kitchen floor and taste every inch of her sweet seductive body but I refrained. This kiss was already a sin.
I pulled away slightly as I stared at her face. Her eyes fluttered before they focused on me. I saw her smile tenderly at me. I could tell that the kiss had affected her like it had me.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked her in a low husky voice.
"I think you are the one kissing me." She replied with a cocky tone she cupped my face in her hands and pressed her lips against mine. I knew I should pull away but I could not resist. I could not reject her. I couldn't resist her mouth, her hands and the sound of her voice lure me into a sinful world.
The phone began to ring next to our heads. I gently took her hands off of me as I took a step back. I ran my hands through my hair as I fought to try to regain some of my senses. I watched as she touched her lips where mine had been only moments earlier.
"I won't regret that." Bella informed me with a rebellious face.
"Nor do I." I admitted honestly.
"But …it shouldn't ….it can't happen again." I warned her as I exhaled deeply.
I saw the pain cross her face before it was replace with a calmness.
"Your right." She turned toward the stove and turned the knob.
"The phone?" I looked at the device that had finally broke the spell we were under. It was still ringing.
"To hell with it." She laughed bitterly.
"I should go." I started to walk out of the room when I felt her hand grab my arm and turn me toward her.
"No. I want you to stay and eat with me." She gave me a steady look. I did not think that would be such a good idea after what we had just done. Neither of us had any self control around one another. No it wasn't a wise ideal at all.
"Sure." Yet my mouth apparently did not get the message that my brain was shouting.
I knew this was not going to end well for either of us and yet I sat down at the kitchen table watching quietly as she prepared our meal. I knew in my heart someday when I looked back at this moment I would see where everything suddenly changed for me.