Chapter 5: Teasing Pastor Ken

The next time I saw Pastor Ken was at the Sunday morning service so I made sure to wear a flouncing sun dress where the material was so light it swirled around my waist with a twist of my hips. From the way my dad looked at me and winked when we got in the car, it must have looked good on me.

I winked back as my mom was in the car already. She must have told him about my new mission which didn’t surprise me since she always told him everything we discussed. Dad’s wink was his little way of saying, “Go get him girl!”.

I made it a point to seek out Pastor Ken a couple of times that morning on the pretense of planning for the next Wednesday night activities. The last time I dropped a quick line to start the ball rolling.

In my best schoolgirl imitation I asked, “Pastor Ken, do you think we can talk about a problem I’m having at school? I thought a lot about our last talk and now I’ve been wondering whether or not I should get your advice.”

Pastor Ken touched my bare shoulder lightly and replied, “Of course Kelly, you know you can come to me anytime you need something. Would you be able to come in a bit early though? I have a meeting scheduled right after the Wednesday service.”

I agreed and over the next few days I spent most of my spare time dreaming and masturbating about me and Pastor Ken. Wednesday morning I even caught myself thinking about him in the morning while my Dad and I were having our regular sex before he went to work. When my dad came in me for just a moment I wondered how it would feel to have Pastor Ken cum inside of me but quickly banished the thought and focused on my dad’s cock in me.

When Wednesday evening finally arrived I went to the church early and arrived at his office a little earlier than we had agreed upon. It was empty and so I settled down to wait for him. after much debate I had finally chosen to wear a skirt outfit. Whatever I wore had to be presentable afterwards and the church was a little strict about wearing anything TOO revealing to church activities.

For many years they had enforced a one-piece swimsuit policy on girls until finally everyone simply revolted and ignored it. Of course thongs and risqué bikinis are still taboo, but every year it seems that the rules get stretched just a little but further. Personally, I would have loved to have worn a tight sheer cami without a bra but that would have surely drawn the ire of the religious fashion police so instead I picked out a white blouse that was about a size too small for me.

The bra was still missing though, something I refused to wear except under the most extreme circumstances. My boobs were a lot more ample than they had been back when I was sixteen but nobody ever said anything to me although the senior pastor’s wife, who serves as the chief morality cop, had given a few of my outfits the evil eye over the years.

I looked at the clock and it was still about ten to fifteen minutes before our appointed time so apparently he wasn’t going to show up early ñ bummer. I looked around the office and saw pictures of him and Cheri everywhere. Some were of them alone while others had them together. Most looked to have been taken before their wedding based on the location and weather.