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The Exchange Chapter Fourteen |
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Yara Prescott closed her eyes,
smiled wider that she had in years as the feeling of weigh began to lift from
her spirit, and she felt a “Hallelujah” take flight from her lips. Yara gave
this exultation of praise at barely more than a whisper but she knew that
soon she’d be praising her god without hesitation.
Before she lost herself in the moment,
Yara thought back on the momentous day she had just experienced.
***
It had seemed like a normal day when Yara
had finished her prayers and gone to wake her lazy son up. Of course, Coleman
was leaving the country that day, but they would be getting a houseguest in
his place. Yara knew hospitality was a virtue the Lord blessed his followers
for, so she had agreed to this despite her concerns of what might happen to
Coleman if he were not under her supervision.
He was just like his father that one.
Yara remembered how Desmond had been when they were younger; he had convinced
her, often, to behave in ways that were certainly
not how she had thought the Lord had wanted her to act. Coleman was not a
little boy any longer and Yara suspected that beneath his bookish exterior he
had a lot of his father in him.
Still, she had let Coleman sign up for
the trip after he agreed to take on more work in the home and be more
diligent in his Bible Study. She’d even bought him a
brand new bible to take with him.
That wasn’t
important today. No, the most important part of the day came near dinnertime.
Desmond returned home with the boy who would be staying in Coleman’s room. A
boy named Tim Jenkins.
From the moment he had come in, carrying
his suitcase and smiling confidently, Yara could sense it. Here was somebody
who was spiritually on fire, how different from her family; even Tamika
seemed to be losing her devotion of late.
When Tim hugged her, Yara felt it, the energy emanating from him was breathtaking. It was
significantly more potent she had ever felt in the presence of Pastor
McKendrick why it almost made her feel like she had when she and Desmond had
No, this was spiritual and pure. Yara felt bereft when Tim moved on to hug
Tamika but excited about having Him in the house for evening prayer time.
***
But
this boy, who shone with an inner light, took no part in prayers.
He sat with a placid but uninterested expression on his face as Yara poured
out her heart to her god. She found herself stealing glances in Tim’s
direction, occasionally losing her train of thought as she watched Him shift
his position on the easy chair.
As she neared the end of her final
prayer, Yara decided to confront the boy about his behaviour. Why she had
wondered was he not paying the slightest bit of interest in worship when she
could feel the presence of the Lord all around him?
***
Yara had asked Des and Tamika to leave
the room. When she and Tim were alone and after she had closed the door to
the family room, Yara confronted the boy. His answer shook her to the core.
“You are not right with the Lord,” he
told her smiling as broadly as Desmond had when he and Yara were 16 and Yara
had said “yes” and done something the older Yara thought of as completely
impure.
Yara had tried to say her righteousness was assured, that she had been told as much by Pastor
McKendrick, none of it convinced Tim.
He had opened his arms to Yara and
gestured that she come closer. Yara was surprised to find that she wanted to
feel the embrace of this boy, barely more than a child, who had questioned
her faith.
Held tightly within Tim’s arms, Yara
again felt the profound sense of spiritual power and the tenseness that Tim’s
denunciation had caused throughout Yara’s body melted like ice in July.
In her supremely relaxed state, Yara
didn’t notice, or care, that Tim had let his hands slip down her body until they
cupped her ass, nor did she resist when the boy placed a kiss gently on her
mouth. In fact, she slowly began to reciprocate, pressing herself hungrily
against Tim. Only the insinuation of the boy’s tongue awoke her from her
fugue.
“What is this?” she demanded, “Jesus
would never want you to behave like this!”
Tim had laughed, “Who said anything about
Jesus?”
Yara had stared at the boy, resisting the
temptation to resuming their kisses “b-but you said ‘The Lord’”
Tim’s smile had grown broader “Yes, Yara,
I meant the Lord of the woods, Pan, that’s who I worship and he wants you to
worship him too”
Yara pushed Tim away and stormed out of
the room, but Tim’s voice stopped her in her tracks “Are you happy, Yara?”
Yara walked back into the room and frowned
“What do you mean by ‘Happy’?”
Tim approached her and placed a brief
peck on her forehead “As you serve Jesus, does it make you happier? Pan
offers you untold happiness, if you only choose to serve him”
Yara snorted and fled the room.
***
Yara had sat on her bed with the bible in
front of her. Desmond had left for the night on duty and Tamika was in her
room supposedly doing homework. Yara could hear the music she was playing,
some sort of classical woodwind, barely discernable. It made a change from
the pop and R&B.
Yara knew that Tim was in Coleman’s room,
but she did not want to think to hard about him right now.
Yara sat on the bed with the bible open
in front of her, searching for a mote of comfort in the scripture.
Tim’s words, especially his question, had
shaken Yara to the core. The power of the words rested, Yara admitted to herself shamefully, in the fact that they were true.
Despite her adherence to her faith and despite the high esteem she was held in at Pastor McKendrick’s
The oddly beautiful pipe music was
growing louder.
Yara scanned the pages looking for a
comforting verse. She may as well have been looking for guidance in the phone
book, and the way images from her “conversation” with Tim were replaying
themselves, inspiring quietly insistent sensations between Yara’s thighs.
Yara sighed and tried to search the bible more diligently.
The pipe music had increased in volume so
that it seemed as if the musician was in the room with her. Yara slammed the
bible closed and hugged it to her chest.
She’d
tell Tamika that no matter how beautiful the music, it couldn’t
be so loud!
Yara stormed out of her room and headed
to her daughter’s. Not even bothering to knock, she opened the door and
strode into the room to give Tamika a stern lecture about courteous music
listening habits.
Tamika sat at her study desk with her
back to Yara. The only sound in the room was a constant tst-tst-tst
from the headphones she wore. Puzzled, Yara backed out of the room.
As Yara began to head
back to her room the music began again. This time however it seemed to be
emanating from her son’s room. Of course, it must have been Tim all along.
Well Yara would go in there and pin him down on the bed and kiss him and
Yara refocused, she’d walk in there and tell him
that even as a guest he couldn’t play his music so loud.
Again, Yara dispensed with the courtesy
of knocking and simply opened the door. What she saw in the room made her jaw
drop as quickly as the bible fell from her hands to the floor.
“Hello, Yara, I was thinking of you” Tim
greeted his hostess causally. He lay on the bed
completely naked, stroking his stiff prick. He wasn’t
exactly masturbating so much as grooming his cock for display. And what a display! Yara had never see
a white boy’s cock before and had heard that they were smaller than those of
black men.
If this boy was any thing to go by, white
boys and black boys were about equal. Tim’s prick was long and thick with a
beautiful swollen tip. Yara felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine.
“Have you been thinking about what I
asked you, Yara? Tim said as he continued to slowly stroke his cock, “Why
don’t you come sit on the bed and we can talk”
Yara nodded and meekly joined her guest
on the bed. She could not take her eyes off Tim’s prick and a sudden impulse
possessed her. Without saying a world and for the first time in years, Yara
Prescott began to suck cock. Tim chuckled, “Ah, I see you’ve made a decision”
***
“Uh, Uh uhhhhallelujah”
Yara moaned “Oh praise Jesus, uuhhhh”
Tim slapped Yara’s naked ass, “Now, now,
you know better” Yara looked back over her shoulder at Tim and nodded as the
lover recommenced their fucking Yara moaned “Thank you, Pan, uh praise your
name, oh thank you Lord”
The tiny bed creaked as Tim initiated
Yara into the worship of Pan. After she had swallowed his cum, Yara had eagerly
allowed Tim to strip her and even more eagerly taken up a position on all
fours in front of him for fucking.
Yara had not even closed the bedroom
door. With her eyes closed and her voice raised in praise of her new lord,
naked to the world and energetically thrusting back against the delicious
sensations caused by Tim’s cock, Yara was lost in the moment.
She managed to hold herself up for a few
moments more, her tits swaying with each inward jab of Tim’s cock, but as Tim
paused and began a slow grinding motion with his hips Yara felt herself fall
over the precipice into orgasm. She collapsed forward, the mattress of the
bed muffling her groans as Tim fired jet after jet of cum into her cunt.
***
Tamika switched off the song she was halfway through listening to and removed her ear buds. She though she had heard something. Looking over her shoulder she was surprised to see the door to her room standing ajar. There were no sounds to be heard. Shrugging Tamika returned to her homework and set the track back to the beginning. Tamika frowned as the song began to play, she’d not noticed the weird pipe notes on this song before. |
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