‘Her bikini bottoms came down and I threw ’em in the pool before she could grab them back. I made her spread her legs and I got between them and lay on top of her, dry humping her until she let me finish the kiss.
‘Then I got stuck into her nipples, giving them a good licking, a few nips with my teeth. She’s got big nipples, vicar, real dark, like bitter cherries. They taste gorgeous, she uses some lotion that smells of mangoes or passion fruits, not sure which, always get them two mixed up. She’s not soapy, just a kind of sweet, salty flavour. I can’t get enough of it. By then, I’d got my fingers into her cunt and believe me, she was wet. You could hear the sucky noise of it every time I put them in and took them out.
‘I said a few words of dialogue, I told her what was coming to her. “You’re gonna get fucked like a bitch, Bel,” I said to her. “Like my bitch, on your knees with your arse up while I give it to you with my strap-on.” That was her cue to start fighting me. I had to let her, it was in the script, but I didn’t want to stop fingering her and sucking those fucking luscious nipples. Directions are directions, though, so I let her roll out from under me and escape into the pool.
‘Their pool’s lovely, vicar, just the temperature you want, like a warm bath. You’ll have to go for a swim there some time. Anyway, I chased Bel around the water, but first I took off my bikini, ’cos who needs it? I dived in and got hold of her, but that took a while ’cos Seb couldn’t get the shots he wanted. We had to do about eight takes. Finally he was ready for the big finish. I dragged her to t
he poolside and bent her over the edge. Gave her a few smacks on her wet bum – that hurts more, you know. Next time you spank me, remember that.
‘Got her on her knees and spanked her again until she promised not to fight me. Then I whipped on the old strap-on and sank it right in. It’s a big ’un, but she can take it. She stretched really wide, so I took it slow at first, made sure she was comfortable. Oh, you should’ve heard that girl, vicar. She’s got one of those voices, kind of hoarse and throaty, you know. When she moans, she really moans. Fuck, she turns me on.’
‘That’s enough!’ Adam forced the words out, the effort muffling them somewhat, but he accompanied them with a bold sweep of his arm.
‘You all right, vicar? Your face is dead red.’
‘What on earth do you think you’re playing at?’ He rose unsteadily. The phrase “Next time you spank me, remember that” flickered in and out of his mind, threatening his resolve and doing nothing to relieve the bulge in his trousers. ‘Why are you spouting this –this – filth? In my living room? What are you trying to do?’
She widened her eyes and blinked, a classic faux-ingenue.
‘I don’t know what you mean, vicar. But if I was trying to turn you on, I reckon I’ve succeeded.’
She glanced down at the lump in his cassock, her lips twitching.
‘I don’t pretend,’ he started stiffly, ‘that I am not mortal. I suffer the temptations of the flesh, just like any man. But I don’t yield to them. I don’t let them rule me. That’s the decent way, the right way. You need instruction in that way, Evie, or you are lost.’
‘You want to teach me, vicar?’ Her voice was soft and breathy.
He knew she was toying with him, but this didn’t deter him. There was a long journey to be taken, but it had to start with a single step.
‘Yes. I think you should come here in the evenings and take instruction from me.’
‘Learn the error of my ways? Correct my dirty habits?’
‘It won’t be easy.’
‘I know. You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to, though, can you?’
‘I realise that. I will rely on your – free will. Your God-given free will.’
Evie considered this for a while, sipping at her lukewarm tea.
The room seemed suddenly airless and oppressive to Adam, the birdsong outside deafeningly strident. The inward fight against his outward arousal reached its critical point. The visions of grabbing Evie and fucking her against the wall that threatened to tip into the broadest stream of his consciousness couldn’t be repelled for much longer.
She broke the tension with a laugh.
‘I like you, vicar. In a funny kind of way. You’re interesting. All right, then. I’ll do it.’
He was too surprised to move for a moment, winded by what seemed like vast and unexpected good fortune.
‘You’ll – study with me?’
‘Yeah. Why not? Could be a giggle. Not every night, though. Call it Wednesdays and Sundays. Oh no, I guess you’re busy Sundays. Mondays then. Wednesdays and Mondays. “Save Evie’s Soul” – the challenge is on.’
‘You must take it seriously.’
‘Oh, I take you seriously, vicar. I take you very seriously. You’re pretty scary in that black dress, you know.’
‘Cassock. It’s a cassock.’