Chapter 2: Revenge Feels Good!

Almost two years later I was a senior, home for Easter Break with just a couple of months left before I graduated. When I attended church with my parents, I saw Pastor Ken with his wife, Cheri, and for what must have been the thousandth time, remembered what the bastard had done to me. Sitting in the pews, all sorts of nasty ideas came to mind as to what I could do to him but none of them were something I would ever actually do. Besides, almost anything I had in mind would put myself in jeopardy as well.

As much as I hated him, I had to admit that he was looking hotter than ever. A couple more years had given him a more mature appearance and his wife Cheri looked sexier as well. Just a year older than me, Cheri was the kind of girl most women secretly hated and even I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. She looked good no matter what she wore or how she did her hair. No doubt she would have looked sexy wearing bib overalls and work boots! Looking at her petite figure, I could only imagine her in a thong bikini. She normally dressed pretty conservatively, as was expected for a pastor’s wife, but I couldn’t imagine a girl with her looks and personality being quite the goody two-shoes that people thought she was.

The more I looked at her, the more a thought kept coming to mind. Hmmm, maybe the way to seek my revenge wasn’t a frontal assault but something a little more subtle...

It was a Wednesday night and as usual, the church was packed with multiple activities. Most of it was centered around the youth groups although a few adult Bible studies and such went on as well. When I was younger I always looked forward to Wednesday nights as they were the most fun, especially compared to your typical boring Sunday service. At school I was very involved with the youth ministry at a church next door to my school and now when I was home I liked to drop in and lend a hand when I could.

While walking down one of the hallways in the classroom wing of the church, I almost bumped into Cheri when she stepped out of a classroom without looking to see if anyone was coming first.

“Sorry Kelly, my mind just isn’t where it should be!”

I couldn’t help but laugh as she had this “blonde: expression on her face. In all fairness, Cheri may be a blonde but she is actually quite intelligent and there have been times when we have debated issues and she was way ahead of me. Even so, it was almost reassuring to see she could be just as ditzy as any other blonde at times.

“Everything OK?” I asked. I wasn’t laughing now as it seemed she was more than little distracted.

“Oh sure, you know how it is sometimes with these kids though.”

“Yeah, they can be quite a handful at times,” I agreed.

“It’s just sometimes you want to just run into a room, lock the door and scream,” she said softly.

“Anything I can do?”

“No, I just needed to blow off some steam. Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump on you.”

She gave me a quick hug and started to head down the hallway away from me. After a couple of steps she turned with an odd expression on her face.

“Hey, would you like to get a cup of coffee or something later?”

“Sure!” I replied, not even thinking about it before answering.

“Great, I’ll see you later then.”

With that we each went our ways, leaving me to wonder just what THAT was all about. I had spent dinners and evenings at her house before, but it was always something related to the youth and it was always with other people there, including Pastor Ken. Cheri had always been nice to me, but it felt more like she was just being nice because that was what she was supposed to do, not because we had anything personal between us. Put it this way - I would never have called her a “friend”.

The rest of the evening went uneventfully although I found my thoughts wandering constantly about why Cheri would have asked me to meet her afterwards. Of course in my fantasies we would go straight to her house and have a wild evening of lesbian sex but in reality, I figured maybe it was nothing more than it appeared; she was flustered and just needed someone to talk to and relax for a few minutes before heading home and I happened to be in the right place at the right time.

After most everyone had left and I had finished putting things away, I looked around for Cheri and realized we hadn’t laid out our plans very well. Our church was pretty big and I had no idea where to meet her so I just made my way to the parking lot and fortunately, she must have had the same idea as we both arrived at the same time. She asked if I could drive and the two of us got in my car and I drove to a nearby Eat-n-Park restaurant. It took only a few minutes to get there and neither of us said much as I weaved my way through traffic.

At the restaurant, we were seated in a both along the wall. Cheri ordered coffee while I just asked for a Diet Coke. We chatted about general stuff, church, weather, school, etc. until our drinks arrived.

After the waitress had left, Cheri took a deep breath and sighed, her eyes had this faraway look in them.

“Something you want to talk about?” I quietly probed.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said softly, “Sometimes it just seems so overwhelming.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like tonight. Everyone expects me to be Miss Perfect, like they can say anything to me because I’m not a real person. I’m ‘the Pastor’s wife”, otherwise known as superwoman.”

“What happened?”

“You know how those kids in the Junior High group can be sometimes. I about lost it and you should have seen the look on some of the mother’s faces. It was like Billy Graham had cursed or something. They didn’t help at all; it was like they expected me to be able to handle their little monsters all by myself.”

She seemed genuinely upset which is the only reason I could see as to why she would open up like this with me. Even though we were almost the same age, she was married and to the youth pastor at that. I knew she hadn’t finished college but quit when Ken had finished and wanted to move to Pittsburgh to take his current position. They were married shortly afterwards. Personally, I couldn’t imagine being I her shoes. Heck, I couldn’t even keep a steady boyfriend and here she was all married and facing tons of responsibilities.

“Sorry,” she murmured, barely loud enough for me to hear, “I shouldn’t be saying all this to you. It’s just there aren’t many girls our age in church and I wouldn’t trust most of the ones there anyway. Just a bunch of gossip whores.”

“Hey, that’s OK” I reassured her, “I would never say anything to anyone else.”

Suddenly she lifted her head and looked at me. She still looked a bit distressed but a little bit of confidence was back in her face.

“I hate to ask but would you mind stopping over at our place for a while?” She looked around at the crowd surrounding us and leaned forward to whisper to me, “Too many listening ears, you know?”

I agreed although I had to admit the first thought to come to mind was whether or not her husband was home. I didn’t ask, figuring it really didn’t matter one way or the other. If he was then he was and it was as simple as that.

She paid the bill and I left a tip as we got up and I drove the short trip to their apartment. She didn’t say a word the entire way but just sat in the passenger seat with her hands clasped on her lap like she was praying. Well, maybe she was!

I notice their car wasn’t in the lot when I drove up and when we walked in the lights were out and nobody was home.

“Ken’s at some Elder’s meeting they’re having tonight,” she explained, turning on the lights and closing the door behind us. “It’ll probably go on for a few more hours if I know THAT group.”

She walked to a cabinet and turned to me.

“Wine?”

THAT took me by surprise as I had never seen her drink before and I didn’t even know she did, period. Although our church is not one of those that forbids alcohol, it is still heavily discouraged and I had never seen or heard of any of the pastors indulging.

“Something white or a blush?”

Normally I don’t drink a lot of anything other than Diet Coke although at times I have had a glass of wine at dinner with my parents. It’s not that I have anything moral or whatever against it, I just don’t like the taste of most alcoholic beverages, especially beer. One thing I can say that I doubt many girls my age can, I have never been drunk in my life! A good glass of white wine, though, can be alright at the right time.

I have no idea what she poured me but I sipped and it and it was pretty good. She poured a glass for herself - about twice as much as mine I noticed, and the two of us sat down on the couch together. My eyes couldn’t help but widen a bit as she drank about half her glass with the first swig!

“Wow, I needed that!” she said, looking at me with a sly grin on her face. “So, how’s school been going for you?”

For the next fifteen minutes or so we just talked about school matters. She had gone to Liberty Baptist in Virginia, best known for its founder - the Rev. Jerry Falwell and I had gone to a religious college in Ohio so we had quite a bit in common when it came to how our schools were run and such.

“So tell me, can you dance with boys at your school?” she asked, “They couldn’t at my school for the first few years but they’ve toned it down a bit recently.”

I noted that we weren’t nearly as strict in that department but when it came to booze and sex, it was pure prohibition. She laughed as she filled her glass - for the second time by this time while I was barely a third of the way through mine and it was only half-filled to start with.

“Yeah, it was so stupid - like girls dancing with other girls wasn’t just as much a turn-on as doing it with boys,” she giggled.

She took a big swallow and almost dropped her glass as she slumped back in the couch and put her bare feet up on the coffee table. She was wearing jeans which were just tight enough to show off her slim legs without being TOO tight as to call attention to them. When we started she was wearing a sweatshirt but that was lost about halfway through the second glass of wine as her body temperature rose from the alcohol leaving her wearing a thin camisole underneath. It was sheer enough to show off her white bra and tight enough to provide a tempting outline of her perky breasts which I would judge to be in the middle of the B range. In many ways she reminded me of my cousin Kristen with her petite figure, blonde hair, firm breasts and giggle.

“All those stupid rules ... how was anyone supposed to have any fun?” she went on, slurring her words just slightly.

I just sat there and looked at her, letting her go on. She was on a roll and I was curious as to where things were going.

“You know, I almost got kicked out once,” she giggle, “I bet nobody here know THAT, not even Ken.”

We were about two feet apart on the couch so I slid over a little bit closer to close the gap to a few inches and perched my feet up along hers on the table. I was dressed in jeans as well with a light blue blouse. Unlike her, though, I hadn’t bothered with a bra, something I knew drew the attention of some of the moms but even more so that of the dads. I looked at her and waited for her to continue.

“Would you believe it? My roomie and I were masturbating when our stupid RA barged in and caught us. The bitch turned us in for ‘promiscuous behavior’ but we got off with a warning.” She paused and looked at me with conspiratorial eyes and grinned mischievously, “I guess it’s a good thing came in when she did. I can just imagine what she would’ve said then!”

I felt myself getting warmer between my legs and I would’ve loved to put my hand there and start touching myself but I didn’t think we were ready for that - yet. God, I couldn’t believe she was telling me all this! I twisted myself so I was sitting sideways on the couch, facing her with one leg under me and the other over the edge of the couch. I put my arm up on the couch behind her but didn’t touch her in any way.

“So Cheri, I take it you like girls,” I said softly. It wasn’t an accusation or really even a question but more a confirmation of what I suspected as well as sending a signal that I didn’t mind that she was.

“Well, my roomie was the only one I’ve ever been with. So much for my raging sex life. Did you know Ken is the only man I’ve ever had? I wasn’t a virgin when we got married or anything but he was my first ... Yep ... a one guy, one girl woman ... that’s me.”

She downed the last of her glass and leaned forward set it on the table rather precariously but somehow it didn’t fall over. She flopped back against the couch again, her body almost limp as she let out another big sigh. Then she turned to me with a twinkle in her eye.

“From what I hear, though, you’re quite the slut, aren’t you Kelly?”

I couldn’t help but look a little shocked. It wasn’t so much the words but who was saying them. Despite all the wine and the comments to this point, I couldn’t believe Cheri had said such a thing!

“Oh don’t pretend,” she said, laughing at herself, “Everybody knows it you know. Shit, don’t you think I see Ken looking at you?”

That was the first time I had ever heard her use a swear word which surprised me more than anything else. Then what she said sunk in and for just a second I thought she was going to tell me she knew what happened between me and her husband. Fortunately, that didn’t appear to be the case as she never made any mention of it.