Title: When
Author: Sara
Keywords: Mf cheat church

When I came into your office, you were handsome and muscular,
smiling, intense with brown eyes like dark chocolate.  The walls
were full of books.

When I sat down and crossed my legs on your couch you were kind
and listened to my questions, and we talked like colleagues in a
university wondering about deep things.  I liked your eyes on me.
 I liked how you stole glances at my legs.

When your eyes went distant and unfocused, you were beautiful as
a moody dark ocean.  I loved how you glanced into my eyes and we
felt that strange connection.

When I asked you where your thoughts had gone, you smiled,
embarrassed, and said it was your secret.

When I leaned towards you, you told me your secret.  "I'm sorry,
I shouldn't, but I just really enjoy you way too much."  You made
as though to break the mood with a joke, and asked me my age.

When I told you I was seventeen, you rolled your eyes in mock
desperation. Andrea Jailbait, you called me.  We laughed,
conspiratorial.

When the laughter died I touched your cheek and we were suddenly
grave.  You said, "Your mother..."  "Would fucking flip," I
finished for you, and, smiling, kissed you.

When your hands touched my legs, I shivered, and whispered, "I'll
keep your secrets."

When I grinned wickedly at you and straddled you, you looked at
me in wonder.

When I slipped your wedding band from your finger, your lust came
out in the heat of your kiss, the kiss I've ached for for three
years.

When you were holding still, your cock deep in my pussy, I said,
"Reverend Wycombe, you are mine, and I am yours."

Now fuck me here again on the desk in your study while your wife
serves coffee to the Ladies' Bible Study, and come in me, and
make me your little bitch so when I hear you preach this morning
I will be able to remember your scent, and feel your semen on my
thighs, and come and come and come again.


  
When