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Jenna Goes To Church: Part 2

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Jenna Goes To Church: Part 2
The Curate loses his virginity.

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At this Sunday's service, there was much talk of the

upcoming harvest festival. Members of the congregation were encouraged to
donate fruit and vegetables, along with non-perishable items for the local
foodbank.

Jenna had made an effort and brought along a bag of apples.

She placed the bag on the side table in the church hall.

"I don't know how a brazen hussy like you has the cheek

to set foot in a church."

Jenna remained calm, as she turned to face Mrs. Norris.

"Well I'm a Christian, the same as you."

"Huh! Christian my foot. I saw what you and the

organist were getting up to and I think it's disgusting! In the church of all
places! And he's old enough to be your father!"

"Well if you clutch those pearls of yours any tighter

they'll crumble to dust. And Gordon and I happen to be consenting adults.
Single consenting adults. So there."

"Why you, you, .horrid little slag!" Mrs. Norris

fumed, lip quivering. She stormed off.

Jenna exhaled and rolled her eyes.

"Coffee or tea?" a friendlier voice asked. It was

Debbie, the Sunday school teacher, who was volunteering to do today's hot
drinks rota in the hall.

"Tea please," Jenna replied.

"You ok?"

"Yeah. I don't think I'll be on her Christmas card

list."

"Don't let that old bag get to you. She's a nasty one.

She's horribly ageist. Not to mention xenophobic too. I overheard her mocking
Yulia's English skills last week. I can't stand her. Her husband's not that
bad, he's a tedious fusspot, but there's no malice in him. But her, she's
poison."

"I heard her hubby spreads gossip on Facebook."

Jenna said.

"More likely that's her doing." Debbie replied.

"I'd be surprised if John Norris even knows how to switch on a
laptop."

A brief chill ran through Jenna. What if Mrs. Norris were to

post some bile about her online? "I don't use social media anymore,"
she said. "Briefly poked my nose into Twitter as a teen, but didn't like
the pile-ons."

"Wise. I'm on Facebook, but only to keep up with church

stuff. I never post anything about my private life. I imagine Mrs. Norris would
have a stroke if she knew I was dating a woman. A married woman at that. Keep
it to yourself. I'm not ready to come out yet."

"Don't worry, I won't say a word."

Jenna sipped her tea quietly as she observed the other

members of the congregation file into the hall. She was hoping Reverend Morris
would soon arrive, but after fifteen minutes, there was still no sign of him.
Then there was Gordon; he never came into the hall after a service, and he'd
sent her that amusing text message on Friday, about Charles Wesley and his
"bulging hymn book."

She headed out of the hall, in search of Gordon, when Josh

the curate came staggering in, carrying a massive pile of hymn books. He almost
collided with Jenna and dropped a couple of books.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Josh stammered. "How

clumsy of me."

Jenna bent down and picked up the books. "You're loaded

up like a pack horse. Let me give you a hand. Where are you taking all
these?"

"Um. So kind!" His pale cheeks went pink.

"The storeroom at the far end of the hall. These are spare hymn
books."

"Ok. Lead the way. By the way, you haven't seen the

vicar have you?""

"Oh, he and the organist are in a meeting. One of the

organ pipes has just been repaired."

"Damn," Jenna muttered under her breath. "Oh

dear. How sad. I guess he'll miss his tea and biscuits."

She followed Josh down to the storeroom. She'd never paid

much attention to the curate before, but looking at him now, she realized that
he was rather cute. Mid-twenties, tall and stocky with fair hair and a chubby
face. There was an endearing innocence about him. Reverend Morris had said he
was hoping to complete his ordination next year and become a fully-fledged
vicar. He'd been impressed by his devotion to the church - but he needed to
come out of his shell a bit and interact more with worshippers. Josh was a shy
man and lacking in self-confidence. Remembering this information made Jenna
smile.

I think this innocent curate needs some other kind of help,

The storeroom was vast, and crammed from floor to ceiling

with box files, books, old furniture and plastic crates.

"Holy sh,, I didn't know this room existed. And what a

lot of stuff for one small church!" Jenna exclaimed.

"Heh, yeah." Josh said, putting the books down.

"It's not just for St Michael's. We share it with St John's and the
Methodist church on Oakwood Road."

Jenna began putting the books on the shelf.

"Um you don't need to do that,

"Jenna."

Josh blushed again. "Jenna. It's kind of you to do that

but,

"Oh I don't mind. Why should you have to do all the donkey

work? This room is a tip. Besides, a good Christian should help others, right?
Especially the vicar's right-hand man. That's what a curate is, yes?"

Josh relaxed a bit. "Pretty much, yeah. Like Batman and

Robin."

"Have you always wanted to be a curate?"

Josh sat down on a stool. "In truth, no way. I wasn't

religious at all when I was a kid. I suffered from crippling shyness. I used to
dread being asked to read in front of the class. When I was ten, my dad walked
out, and that affected me a lot. Haven't seen him since. Mum turned to drink, I
relied on my grandad for support. He became a father figure to me. He used to
be a vicar. Thanks to him I survived my teens and passed my exams. I was
eighteen when he died. That's when I decided I wanted to follow in his
footsteps. Without him - and God, I fear, well I may have gone down a dark
path. Got in with a bad crowd. Taken drugs, self-harmed, maybe ended up in
jail."

"Wow." Jenna replied, realizing how cosseted and

safe her upbringing had been. "Well I'm so glad your grandad was there for
you."

"There are still days when I doubt myself and I'm in a

bad place. I feel useless."

"Don't put yourself down," Jenna said, walking

towards him. "You're an amazing role model, especially for younger
people."

Josh blinked. "You, think so?"

"I do. Plus, you're really cute. Has a girl ever told

you that before?"

Josh blushed. "Err, no-one except my Nan. I don't think

she counts."

"Women round here must be blind," Jenna added,

making him squirm with embarrassment. She leant forward and planted a kiss on
his lips. He trembled, cheeks turning redder.

"J-Jenna, don't,

"It's alright Josh. You're not committing a sin or

anything. We're not inside the church, if that's you're worried about."

"N-no, it's not that. I, um, The curate sighed.

"I,  I'm just scared of, I don't know if I can, do this."

She already knew he was single and straight, but decided to

question him. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, but, um, that's the problem really. I'd like one,

but I wouldn't know how to tell her,

Jenna stroked his arm. "Tell her what?"

"I worry she'd laugh at me."

"Josh. Whatever it is, I promise I would never laugh at

you. And I will understand."

He looked down. "Shit. I'm twenty-five. And I'm still a

virgin! I've never gone beyond kissing a girl."

She kissed his cheek again. "Oh Josh. That's nothing to

feel awkward about. In fact I admire you. In this age when we're bombarded with
over-sexualized imagery 24/7 both online and offline, finding someone who's
chosen to wait is pretty awesome in my opinion. I lost mine just days after
reaching the age of consent. I couldn't wait to lose it. But that's just me,

"Yeah but, I, um,

She pulled him to his feet and gently coaxed the truth out

of him. "You want to lose your virginity, yes?"

"More than anything. But, dating today is scary. It's a

minefield. Especially after Me Too. I'm afraid. I don't want to say the wrong
thing and come across as some horny creep,

Jenna held back a chuckle. Mrs. Norris probably thinks of me

as a horny creep. She thought.

"I get that. But trust me. I don't think a sweet,

kind-hearted man of God like you could ever be a creep. Horny yes, nothing
wrong with that of course." She winked at him and he gulped. "How
about it? I think you're ready right now."

His eyes widened. "W-what? Here?"

"Why not? It's nice and private, And you're a really

sexy curate!" Her face was just inches from his own, hovering there. Then
her lips were on his, dancing there softly for a moment before pulling away.

"Jenna, He was already rock hard, and hoped his

cassock had disguised this fact.

"Shush. You're very special." She whispered,

barely audible. "You're warm, caring,  You're strong. You deserve to
be experience the joys of the flesh." She kissed him again. It's okay to
feel nervous. First time is always a bit nerve-racking. But just relax. You'll
be just fine,

What an adorable lamb to the slaughter, Jenna thought to

herself. He's so scared and unsure. I've never seduced a virgin before, so I'd
better not go too hard on him. I do love a challenge. With a bit of
encouragement, this sweet guy could have real potential.

The touch of her lips sent a fire through his body, a jolt

that brought a tingle to every micron of his skin. "Oh, Jenna!"

"Shhh." Her lips caressed his own, then his nose,

his ear. "Don't talk just now, okay?"

"Mmm?"

She kissed him again, gently caressing his upper lip between

her own. At last, he responded.

"Josh." Jenna smiled cheekily. "You're a

pretty good kisser, you know that?"

"Really?"

Just relax. I'm not going anywhere, there's no rush. All we

have to do is discover each other. There's no hurry. No-one's going to come in
here. I imagine the vicar will be busy for ages."

Jenna ran her hand down the front of his black cassock.

"Oh my, you're more than ready. "Let's get these buttons
unfastened." She knelt before him, opening the cassock and revealing the
black trousers underneath. And another straining crotch bulge.

"I'm going to worship you," she whispered,

unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. Josh was wearing plain black
briefs underneath. It was fun seeing the different types of undies men wore.
First there was Reverend Morris with his "holy boxers," then Gordon
and his sensible white y-fronts, now Josh with smart black tight-fitting
briefs.

"Everything will be fine. I promise. Close your eyes if

it makes you feel better, okay?"

The curate hesitated still, but Jenna's smile was reassuring

and gentle. "I promise you'll like it." With a shudder, Josh squeezed
his eyes tight as his trousers and underwear were lowered, and he could feel
the cool air of the room, then Jenna's warm breath on his manhood.

"There we are."

He couldn't resist a peek, through half-closed eyes. He was

painfully stiff, of course, harder than he'd ever been in his life, but he
didn't need his eyes to tell him that. He shivered as Jenna ran her hand
through his pubes and stooped to kiss him there. He gasped as her smooth palm
encircled him.

"Oh my God!"

"Mmm. So beautiful. Truly God's gift to women. Just

relax, don't fight the feeling. Isn't it nice?" Jenna kissed the very tip
of his member, and he gasped and moaned, his muscles tensing. "Don't fight
it now Josh, just let the feelings come. Relax and let it take you. You don't
have to hold it back, just let it come." With that, she closed her lips around
his head, tasted him with her tongue.

"Uh! Oh Jesus!" The curate groaned. The crescendo

was boiling in him now, wonderful and frightening and exhilarating. Nothing
could have prepared him for the warm embrace of a woman's mouth, the slight
roughness of her tongue as she rolled it up and down his length. No porn, no
fantasy could have approached the sensation of her lips gently drawing on his
cock, coaxing him towards a peak of indescribable pleasure. The fire was in him
and around him, consuming him and his thoughts until all that he was became the
connection with her, his flesh and her mouth. Her hands cradled his cock gently
as he built towards climax, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow.

"Oh,

"Let it come."

Josh sighed deeply in relief as Jenna enveloped him again,

shuddered as he felt himself swell between her lips, as he released himself to
her, surrendered to her, spurting his cum. She lingered over his manhood,
slowly coaxing him down from the heights of his ecstasy. She gently licked his shaft
and kissed a drop of his essence from the tip, and smiled up at him.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" She said, standing

up. "Did you enjoy your first blowjob?"

"Jenna. Fucking hell!"

"I'll take that as a yes?"

"Yes!" he gasped.

"Oh good. Because we're not done yet. You don't get off

that easily you know!" Jenna began unfastening her skirt, letting it fall
to the floor. Josh's eyes widened. She wasn't wearing any panties.

An old, battered table was in the middle of the storeroom. Jenna

cleared it and reclined on it, spreading her legs and unfastening her blouse.
No bra!

"Your turn."

Josh crossed himself.

"Just trust your instincts." She whispered,

lowering herself onto her back. Josh stared at her for a second, dumbstruck by
her beauty and timid as a deer. Her gently smiling face and the flowing red
hair that framed it, the round fullness of her breasts, her long legs, and the
tantalizing lure of her wet womanhood between,

Finding his courage at last, Josh moved close. With a shaky hand

he reached out and tentatively cupped her left breast. Tracing the nipple with
his thumb, ever so gently.

"Mmm nice, Josh. Keep going!"

Encouraged, Josh lowered his mouth to her other breast, the

memory of the delightful sensations she'd given him earlier fresh in his mind.
He felt her run her fingers through his short blonde hair as he tasted her with
his tongue, heard her sigh as he closed his lips around her nipple.

"Gently now."

"Sorry!"

The curate feasted on her breasts for a bit longer, before

moving down to her abdomen, planting more kisses, then he paused for a moment.
Jenna said nothing, silently urging him to carry on, and he did. Tentatively,
he kissed the inside of her thighs, tracing a finger through the trimmed hair
above her slit.

Josh continued to lovingly kiss her thighs, his nerves

beginning to fade. The heady scent of her was overpowering, emboldening him to
trail a finger between her cunt lips. The wetness he felt there surprised him,
and he glanced up.

"You're doing great, Josh." Jenna answered in a

throaty whisper. "Please don't stop."

He ran a finger over her clit, causing her to let out a

moan. Lowering his head, he caressed her softly with his mouth, tasting her.

"Oh Josh, He suckled gently on her clit and she let

out a scream.

"Jenna?" He pulled away from her, his fear

returning. "Did I hurt you?"

"No Josh. It was incredible, that's all. When you

licked me down there, wow. You sure know how to thrill a woman. You learn
quick! But don't make me cum just yet. Because I want you inside me when it
happens."

Josh's heart leapt into his throat. "Oh,

"Are you ready?"

"Um, but protection, I-I don't have a condom,

"It's okay, you don't need to worry. I'm on the

Pill."

"Oh, right. Good,

"Think of this as doing God's work," Jenna purred,

urging him to get on with it. She was eager to feel that virgin cock inside
her.

Slowly he positioned himself above her on the creaking

table. Jenna took his cock in her hand, guiding him. He felt the head of his
organ nestle inside her.

"Lord in Heaven!" It was such exquisite torture,

fighting the urge to cum as fast as he could. The feel of her cunt as it
sheathed him was beyond even the joys he'd felt already.

At first, he slipped in and out of her slowly. He buried his

face in her neck.

"Umm, oh God Josh. Yes! Go harder!"

Jenna slowly relaxed her control, allowing him to work his

cock in and out of her more forcefully. He thrust in deep, as far as he could,
and gasped, savoring the sensation.

"Oh Josh, that's so good!"

He speeded up, as she wrapped her legs round him. Soon he

was pounding her like a pro.

"Jenna!" He could feel his climax coming now, a

mighty force of almost Biblical proportions. Just as Jesus drove out many
devils, Josh drove out his virginity, casting it aside forever. He'd been
freed.

"Ugh!" With a roar of release the curate came,

filling Jenna's womanhood with his seed. Josh wasn't sure how long his orgasm
lasted. But he knew that it was wonderful, an epiphany of sensation, and that
Jenna writhed and gasped in the throes of her own climax in perfect harmony
with his.

When they'd both calmed down, Jenna held him close and

kissed him. "Are you okay? You were amazing, Josh, do you know that? How
are you feeling?"

"Just fantastic, absolutely fantastic! I, wow. That

was, incredible. Um, do you mind if I say a quick prayer for both of us?"

"Not at all. You go ahead."

When he'd finished, he opened his eyes and looked at Jenna,

who was smiling broadly. "You are going to become a bloody amazing
vicar!" She said.

An Erotic Dream & an organ lesson.

T'was the Year of Our Lord 1739, and on a road bound for

London, weary preacher and hymn writer Charles Wesley had just arrived at a
tavern.

"Innkeeper! I hath been riding all day and my poor

horse be in the great need

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