But she didn't have any control. The drinks she had shared with the other woman had begun to strip her of all inhibitions, and she seemed unable to control her actions, in spite of her pricking conscience. As if they belonged to another human being, some remote creature she had never known, her fingers groped for the zipper on Arlene's skirt, and pulled it down, then found the pink buttons on her blouse, struggling with them until they came undone and the two soft mounds of her lush white breasts were exposed, barely enclosed within the narrow confines of her low cut bra.
"Let me help you with that," she whispered softly, amazed at the huskiness of her own voice and then she unhooked the clasps at the back, just as those of her own had been released.
Julie eased it off her new friend's body, while Arlene moaned, her gasps heavy and excited with sudden passion. Then, she reached out, and pulled the younger woman to her, pressing her own naked body up against hers. Her sharp-pointed breasts crushed against Julie's, their nipples meeting, as her hand moved down the soft, firm flesh of her stomach, then trailed to the patch of tangled silken strands that graced her pubic mound.
"Have you ever felt like this?" she crooned in her sensual, husky voice.
Julie shook her head. The room seemed to be whirling around her again, and she sought some way of steadying herself. Arlene seemed to sense her need, and held out her hand to her, passing it across her forehead that was covered with cold beads of perspiration. "Don't be frightened," she soothed. "I won't hurt you, my darling. I'll only make you feel more wonderful than you've ever felt in your life."
"I'm not scared," Julie assured the other woman. "Not in the least little bit." And she knew that that was the truth. She was uneasy, surely. Everything was so strange and so different for a minister's wife to be behaving like this. And she knew, deep in her heart that it was a sin. And yet she welcomed this perverted lesbianic assault against her naked flesh. Why? She couldn't fathom the reason. It was beyond her comprehension. She could only moan with pure pleasure as she submitted to an overpowering sexual stimulation.
"If you're not afraid of me, angel," Arlene whispered to her, "Help me a little bit more…"
Julie struggled to understand what she meant, and then it occurred to her that she alone was naked, that Arlene was still wearing her panties and panty hose. Of course, she'd help Arlene to get out of them. She'd done the same for her, hadn't she?
"Oh yes, I want to, Arlene," she said. She hooked her own hand into the thin waistband of the other's nylon panties, easing them down over her hips, just as Arlene had done to her before. In a moment the two women were stripped completely naked, and the older one was easing the minister's wife onto the couch on which they had been sitting, until her body was stretched out upon it.
Lying there, Julie closed her eyes again, and felt Arlene's body rubbing against her as she held her tight. The dean's wife clasped her curling thighs around Julie, while she moved slowly down on her until her own dark curly patch of pubic hair mingled with the sparse golden strands of the other.
A little perverted thrill rippled through her slim, quivering body, and then it was followed by a feeling of revulsion as she realized that Arlene was caressing her buttocks, ever so gently, and yet with determined effort. She parted the two soft mounds then, and as Julie gasped with an odd delight, teased a fingertip into the tiny puckered mouth of her tight little anus.
She moaned uncontrollably, then lay motionless on the sofa as Arlene trailed her moist lips down the length of her body, moving her head sideways to reach the trembling white flesh of her thighs. She began to kiss the tender skin there, while Julie quivered again under the maddening assault. She moaned again, while a strange wonderful excitement rippled through her.
Then her legs fell open, splaying out to hang limply over the edge of the couch. She lay still again, her whole body keyed to a tense, quivering excitement, and then she began to writhe as Arlene's lips wandered to the golden triangle up between her thighs that now tingled with a rising involuntary passion. It was sinful, wicked, and shameful… the minister's wife knew that well… and yet she was powerless to fend it off.
She groaned at the soft, moist laving of her own fleshy cunt lips, the gentle teasing motion as Arlene ran her tongue along the soft hair-lined slit of her pussy. Mother of God, but it was wonderful, she thought, and she lay back, welcoming the lewd wet tongue that parted her cuntal lips, then licked hotly at the moist orifice within it. Another thrill coursed over her body as the woman's tongue found the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris, and teased it into a quivering erection. "Ummmmmm… oh… uuummmmmm!!!" the minister's wife groaned as the other woman's wet tongue lewdly parted her moist cuntal lips then licked hotly at her tiny hotly throbbing clitoris!
Her memory traveled back to her husband, and the horrible scene she had had when he almost raped her. She remembered how nothing it was when they made love. She had never had anything to compare with this… this ecstasy… Arlene had been right; it took another woman to understand a woman's body, to understand her needs and desires. No man could. And certainly not the Reverend Bradley Corman. For all the years they had been married, he had been incapable of arousing her body as she knew now it was capable of being aroused.
The horrendous thought flashed through her mind that there was something wrong with her. She was a pervert, perhaps. A lesbian! And the dean's wife must certainly be one… She was the one who had first stroked Julie's breasts, first made these lewd, unnatural advances to the unsuspecting other woman.
She tried to logically reason, her drink befuddled brain seizing on one fact after another, putting them together. She went over as analytically as she could in her emotionally charged state, the events leading up to this perverted assault upon her flesh. It couldn't be wrong, she finally decided. Something as wonderful as this could never be a sin, could it?
CHAPTER SIX
Reverend Corman looked around the school chapel. There were only three students present for the evening prayers. He sighed and wondered what was going to happen to the youth of America. They just didn't seem to believe in religion anymore. Oh, well, he thought, it's just as important to conduct prayers for three souls as it is for three hundred so I'm going to get on with it.
The minister led the half hour service and then left the small school chapel and went into his little office next door. He idly wondered what Dean Lowell wanted with him. Maybe it was something to do with the investigation he had requested… well, anyway, he'd better get up to the dean's office and get it over with. He switched off the light and took the staircase to Lowell's office.
"Come right in, Reverend," Lowell called from the inner sanctum of his office.
"You wanted to see me?" Brad asked feeling strange in the dean's presence. He had the distinct impression that the older man did not like him. In fact, from the way Lowell treated him it seemed apparent that he actually hated the school chaplain.
"Yes, Reverend, I've been thinking over your report about the anonymous phone call and I think you're right. We should make some kind of an investigation. In fact, I'm going to suggest that we go over there tonight and have dinner and check the place out."
Reverend Corman was taken aback. Well, this was more like it. At least the dean was going to follow through. "Fine, sir, that way we'll know one or another what's going on."
"Well, then, let's go… I'm anxious to get this over with!"
The two men drove along in silence in Lowell's Mercedes until they came to a well illuminated beautifully restored Victorian home with a large iron gate outside. "Here we are, Reverend," the dean said with a slight smirk playing around his lips.