Chapter 8: Gwen Bares Her Breasts

As Lewis moved on down from her breasts she continued, ‘All my family and relatives made a big fuss of my forthcoming confirmation,’ she told him. ‘It was constantly mentioned that I’d get lots of congratulation cards with money in them. Clearly a bribe but I didn’t see it like that at the time.’

‘Again, without anything actually being said it was clear that to refuse could cost me my family. I went along with it happily because at the time I was convinced I was simply confirming my belief in God. If there were cards with cash in, that would be an added bonus.’

As Lewis massaged over the front of her jeans, there was no adverse reaction, Gwen just continued with her tale. ‘It seemed like it was just one of those things that everyone did as a matter of course as part of growing up.’ she said, ‘We had a big party afterwards and l was perfectly happy about what I had done. Everyone congratulated me. Made me feel very special and afterwards when I’d opened all my cards, I was amazed to find that I had been given just over a thousand pounds.’

Reaching her feet, Lewis told her, ‘You’re doing excellently. As I come up this time, I’ll undo the front of your jeans then next time you turn over I’ll be able to give you some more relaxing options. Don’t forget you can say stop at any time.’

Starting back up her legs he asked, ‘Now you are a few years older, how do you feel about God and the Church?’ ‘Living in England,’ she began, ‘There are children at school from all sorts of religions, as well as lots with no belief at all. No one is under any pressure to belong or believe. Religion when mentioned at all is discussed openly, and if you wish to, argumentatively. You can ask all the questions it is clear that my parents would never have dared ask.’

Reaching the top of her thighs Lewis massaged over the front of her jeans without any reaction other than a smile to show she knew he was there. As he massaged Gwen continued, ‘So, after a lot of soul searching, I decided the Church was just an evil money grabbing organisation using peoples inbred beliefs to make money for themselves. I’m still uncertain about there being a God. I want to believe but once you start to question it there are too many inconsistencies and glaring impossibilities.’

As she finished, Lewis reached the top of her jeans. He took hold of the top with a hand each side of her button and waited as he asked, ‘If you had succeeded in having sex with Derek, would you have expected him to use a condom?’ As she started to answer, Lewis undid her top button and paused again. As she continued to answer he slid her zip right down then carried on massaging back up.

‘Yes, I would,’ she said. ‘I’m not daft I know what a catastrophe being pregnant would be at my age.’ As he massaged over her breasts again, Lewis asked, ‘Have you discussed this with Derek?’ As he looked at her for an answer Lewis saw her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her face. Clearly, she was enjoying his massage.

She was silent until he moved up onto her shoulders then she opened her eyes and continued, ‘No I didn’t, I wanted to see what he would do.’ Then she added, ‘But knowing how shy Derek is, I wondered if he’d be able to go and shop for them. So, after I finally managed to let him put his hand inside my T shirt, I bought a packet myself as an emergency reserve.’

Lewis grinned at her. ‘Very sensible,’ he said. ‘When you turn over, I’ll go down your back again,’ he told her. ‘When I reach your waist, I’ll take hold of the waist of your jeans and pause. If you don’t say stop, I’ll massage your cheeks inside your jeans but over your panties.’

‘If at that point, either on my way down or back up, you feel really relaxed, lift your hips up and I’ll slip your jeans down so I can massage the back of your legs on the skin. Remember this is at your speed not mine,’ he added. ‘Turn over when you’re ready.’

Gwen gave him a smile and turned over. Putting his hands on her head, Lewis massaged her head then as he moved down onto her shoulders he asked, ‘How do you feel about using birth control when your church is so against it?’ As he massaged over her bra strap, Gwen replied, ‘I have always had it drummed into me that such things are against the will of God,’ she told him. ‘But once I started to question things that was clearly ridiculous. What sort of God would want people to have unwanted babies they couldn’t afford to feed or clothe? Anyway, there’s nothing in the bible that says anything like that. When the bible was written such things didn’t exist.’

As Lewis reached her waist, he took hold of her jeans and paused. As Gwen continued to speak, he slid his hand inside. ‘The only people I can see who benefit from stopping birth control,’ she said, ‘Is the church who would lose members and therefore money.’

As Lewis massaged her cheeks over her panties, her voice changed pitch slightly, but she continued, ‘Once you realise that is so, you also realise that it is the head of that same church that claims God objects to birth control. Makes you think how strange it is that God hasn’t said anything like that to all the other churches, doesn’t it.’ she added with a laugh.

As Lewis pulled his hand out and started down her legs she said, ‘Sorry Lewis, I forgot.’ She lifted her hips up. Returning to her waist, he slid her jeans down as far as he could. Once she relaxed down again, Lewis massaged both cheeks at the same time. That brought an ‘mmm’ from Gwen then she said, ‘That’s nice.’

Lewis massaged on down the back of her now bare legs and asked, ‘Have you discussed your religious views with your mum or dad?’ ‘I tried,’ she said as Lewis reached her jeans and started back up her legs. ‘Neither of them would even listen to my opinions. They both told me that I would be struck down unless I stopped insulting God.’

As Lewis massaged her cheeks once more, getting another ‘mm’, Gwen continued, ‘I tried to explain that it wasn’t him I was insulting, but they have been brainwashed for too long. I know from what they’ve told me about their early lives that every school they went to was run by either nuns or priests. The main purpose of their education it seems was to train them to be a good Catholic. Thinking for themselves was not encouraged. Learning life skills for their future was a poor second.’

As Lewis moved on up her back, he asked, ‘If you and Derek got married and had children, what would you teach them about religion?’ I would teach them the ten commandments.’ she said. ‘Regardless of whether there is a God or not, they seem to me to be a good set of rules to live by.’ Lewis massaged her head briefly, then said, ‘Turn over.’

As Gwen turned over and settled in place, Lewis could see hairs poking out of her panties along each groin. Through the fine material he could see the patch of hairs at the base of her abdomen. Gwen seemed perfectly at ease at being more uncovered so Lewis put his hands on her head, massaged it briefly then as he moved onto her shoulders he asked, ‘What would you teach them about going to church?’

‘I would take them to church occasionally,’ she told him, ‘But I would teach them that if they wanted to believe in God, he was in heaven, and anyone can communicate by prayer. Belonging to, going to, and paying towards, any church is totally unnecessary.’

After another ‘mmm’ as Lewis massaged over her bra, making sure he included all the bare skin of her breasts outside her bra, he asked, ‘What about when your parents wanted them to go to Communion and Confirmation.’

As he moved down her stomach, she replied, ‘That’s a definite no. At eight and thirteen no child should be pushed into something they don’t understand that ties them for life. They are not legally old enough to drive, to vote or have sex, yet they can be pushed into a lifetime commitment that will ruin their lives.’

As Lewis reached her waist, he felt her tense up very slightly. Going up onto her panties he started massaging as he asked, ‘When did you last go to church?’ ‘Two years ago,’ she answered as he moved lower down. Lewis could still feel a little tension in her but not a lot. As he moved down over her hairs he asked, ‘Was that on the occasion that the problem occurred?’ ‘Yes,’ she answered as the trace of tension left her.