Episode 73: PASTOR ROUND

Golgotha Ministries! Raleigh, North Carolina! Shortly after Piper Cherry moved to Nashville, Tennessee. Yes, a jump back in time...

“Hello there! Mrs. Mona Cherry-Belmont, my daughter Monet Belmont here to see Pastor Robert Round.”

“We’re here to pay him for my entire education. IN FOOL! Full even!” Her daughter, the deliciously stunning Monet Belmont rolled her eyes at a secretary with a beehive hairdo right out of the 60’s. “We’re on the lust ... list ... Maggie!” She leaned back to peer at a name plate on her desk. “Monet Belmont ... Monet in the bank. MOAN AYE!” She finally pointed at her mother as the financial source. “MOAN AHH!”

“Beehive ... BEHAVE yourself.” Mona swatted her daughter’s arm with a frown, unintentionally confusing her words due to Monet’s extra effort in doing so. Blame the oddball humor on her aunt Piper Cherry. Afterwards she mimed an apology toward the busty redhead with milky soft flesh. Quite a bit of milk in the dresses window of opportunity cleavage. Heavenly, indeed! Only her clingy black dress with frill around the neckline collar gave her a splash of color beneath the chin. A big difference between night and day.

“Noted! Please take a seat alongside everyone else. The good Pastor will be with you all as a whole very shortly.”

“You beehive yourself.” Monet’s Aunt Piper style humor went right over their heads like a buzzcut. Too bad it went right over Monet’s as well, seeing as her mother had just made a similar mistake. LISTEN KID! LISTEN! “Don’t you dare flirt with the Dean... “ Daughter warned mother, as if she would, it was just to embarrass Mona. “I mean Pastor. Same principal!” Monet tugged her mother toward some seating where other students were waiting in line. After arriving late and checking into their hotel the Belmont’s were excited, oddly Mona more than the attendee present. Strange considering her reluctance to let Monet go to school so far away from home. This was her baby.

The waiting room consisted of twelve chairs scattered about like some Doctor’s office. With only two chairs vacant both spread apart from one another Monet secured her seat amid a number of young men also having registered. Of the entire bunch another mother sat next to Mona with her son, like Mona resorting to have to do the waiting game. Quite unhappy with Monet’s insistence to sit between two hulking boys easily 6’3 in size, Mona watched Monet teeter nervously in her chair. She had to make it look good. Her nerves were more in line with hormonal urges. She did have that Cherry blood running through her veins.

One boy who sat red in the face after smelling Monet’s body spray, the other nervously rubbing his upper thighs leaving sweat streaks behind on his khaki slacks. All dressed up as their father required, they resisted with all of their might trying not to look at Monet. That of course meant be noisy on her part. Looking over at her mother toward the center wall of the room she just had to stir things up.

“I mean it Mom ... no batting your lashes and going all Scarlett O’Hara on him.” Mona’s neighbor lady finding it amusing in a droll way. Her son coyly off in his own world ignored the remarks, busy on his cellphone checking out websites.

“Monet! Hush this instant.” Mona gauged the reaction of the room then whispered, “At least I’m not your Aunt Piper. She would have worn a string bikini to this and really embarrassed you.”

“Not really! You know I’m not cut much further than her loin cloth.” Monet snickered. “I may not have packed a bikini, but you can bet I’ll baptize one I find in the city.” That made her bookend boys actually look at one another for support. Monet just happened to be between them. Eyes lowering to her chest Monet primped at her t-shirt, tightening it a moment just to alert everyone to her nipples, then billowed it out a bit as if a tablecloth. SWEET JESUS!

“You will not spend money on things you know that are not allowed to be worn on campus. If so, we can get back in the car and you can battle this out with your father back in Atlanta.”

“Take a realpill mother. I’m only teasing.” She then ventured to slap the boys on their overactive forearms, “Right, guys?” Their father a very studious man with wire rimmed glasses eased forward with an excuse me glare. “Sorry ... nervous like these two. They keep rubbing their legs like they’re doing, there won’t be any circulation for praying later. Just relax guys, we got me ... this! I’m Monet! MOAN AYE!” She loved emphasizing her name that way. Twice in ten minutes even. Both boys consulted their father with eye contact before any reply. A nod of consent the boy to her right offered a mumble.

“Chet.” Her left side neighbor’s furthest hand rose from his leg to wave, not wanting to lose her palm on his right arm. The second he did Monet rolled her palm forward to hold his right hand, slimy or not. As his brother noted the abduction, he too waved with his right hand. “I’m Boomer.” Left hand claimed in similar slide upward over his knuckles she held them both tightly. Squealing she made it appear as if she was giddy to be in school and to have made new friends. Just as quickly she brought their hands upward to her heaving chest, their wrists poked by her nipples. They were really sweating now. Her hands and theirs may have palmed her breasts but only briefly, still enough to leave oily sweat stains on her lavender t-shirt. Palm Sunday early!

“Hi Boom! Hi Chet! Just breath! Once the interviews are over, we can all go settle into our rooms and catch our second wind.” She opened her mouth and briskly exhaled as if giving a blowjob, inhaling again with a darling grin. “If you two ever need guidance of any kind,” Especially to her breasts she thought, “I will be glad to help you find your way.” All the boys could do was blush but neither wanted to let her go now that her nipple erections were checking their pulse. It took their father to clear his throat loudly before they reclaimed their fingers.

The very instant they released their grips she moved her hands to their pant legs to wipe her palms of their greasy leftovers. Her hands close to their hips instant bulges began to occur. Her gravitating palms decided better, and she retreated with quite a bit of perspiration still coating her hands. Mona was ready to flip a lid.

“MONET! Lord, you are becoming more like your aunt every day.”

“Just not her big blossoms.” She palmed her tits without thinking, the boy’s oily leftovers leaving a vibrant added print of her hands in her lavender tee. Even in rubbing their slime on their pants the excess was pure body drool.

“Oh my god! I told her to put a bra on.” Mona realized but spoke only in thought. Mouthing those very same words Monet read her mother’s lips and shrugged mouthing back silently, “We were pressed for time.”

“If the Pastor says one word ... I will paddle your ass.” Sure, she would! Those days were long gone! Now, she could hire a handsome young man to paddle her, she would be fine with that. Maybe the cellphone junkie seated near her mother. He was cute.

“Nice shirt.” A voice derailed their secret conversation, “It should have a caption saying I’m in good hands.” A boy walking in with his own father nodded in passing, the father smirking but saying nothing to scold his son. There was literally nothing special about this cotton lavender pullover polo other than her nipple crest, peering down she noted the sweat prints with her concealed areolas right beneath her palms, and drooped her jaw. While her chin was down, she glared out over her brow with a devilish grin at the boy as he snapped glances over his shoulder. This continued the entire time that they too checked in at the front desk reception.

“You are going to be the death of me Monet.” Mona exhaled silently as she scowled and sat up straight to better her posture. With no seats left the father and son duo stood against the wall next to Mona. The father smiling at her, Mona held her breath. It was nice to be noticed. Even his son had roving eyes over Mona which got the best of her, and she looked away fearing she herself might flirt. Not in her daughter’s league, nor either of her own sisters for that matter Mona always carried her faith as the best way to be. Most of the time, but even she had her moments. Mona had her aged Demi Moore appearance and sexuality but was sensible in actions. Her mother instilled a very religious upbringing which sadly only Mona maintained. Her sister Bree a hellfire hot lesbian, and Piper being the uncaring what anyone thought of her rebel, she simply existed in her own reality. It was often quite lonely!

The only other woman seated next to Mona in the room, sat with a mixed boy of color, her son most likely. They shared similar facial features even though he was well groomed and wearing a tie as if a Preacher already ordained. He could almost be a male model, his poise dapper and debonair.

Like her son his mother could have easily been a runway fashion model herself, her perfect blazing red hair and perfect gym figure build at 5’7 was stunning. A lengthy white dress with zero cleavage could have been designer. Eying everyone in the room in order it almost appeared as if she were scrutinizing each and every one of the students. Her son simply sat back yawning. Disgracebook was boring, not to mention taboo in a setting such as this.

“I can so relate.” Mona smiled, yawning herself as if contagious. Her words directed at the boy he merely flared his eyes and nodded without truly looking at her. His mother deviating her inspection chose a friendly attitude.

“We live here in Raleigh! Sleepyhead here had to play basketball until all hours in our indoor court. He’s like his father, always overdoing things and feeling the effects later.”

“I see! We just drove up from Atlanta. My daughter Monet in the lavender sweat shop. She lives to humiliate me, I swear.” Mona pointed with a frown as Monet stretched vibrantly just to keep eyes on her, her shirt’s hem lifting to show off her belly button. Sadly, many of the father’s swallowed dryly and watched.

Chet and Boomer were flushed and trying hard to keep their composure. Neither of them had ever had a girlfriend, so Monet’s friendly flirtations were already drawing out fantasies. Eyes closing to prayer their best option, they missed her rub her soft silky tanned legs with hands they once held. Their DNA literally caressing her flesh. Okay, one peripherally spying eye open both boys watched her touch herself, fingers pinching at the legs of her shorts as if ready to slide beneath the white material. This was going to be a rough school year. God would get them through it. Yes, he would! There was no controlling Monet, so Mona simply hid her humiliation until the woman next to her ventured a hand of friendship. “Your daughter is certainly a ball of energy.”

“You have no idea. Pastor Round might need to call in an exorcist. She loves God and helping others but she sometimes ... uses unorthodox methods. Once she’s around others she will calm her attention seeking.” Fingers crossing beneath the other woman’s hand; she finds it insightful. “Mona Cherry-Belmont.”

“Hello Mona. I’m Greta, this is my son Chase Anthony.” The boy leaned forward and smiled then sat back as if smug that he knew he was dashing. Acknowledging them both Mona gave up keeping her daughter grounded. “Chase here just graduated high school and is ready to step up and follow in his father’s footsteps.”

“That’s very admirable of you Chase. Your father is a minister?”

“Yeah!” He wanted to laugh but knew his mother would be cross.

“Monet has wanted to be a minister herself since she was 17. Her father and I made her attend a local college until we felt out her sin ... cerity.” A glimpse at Monet standing up paused her words. Simply tired of sitting Monet strolled across the waiting room to get a drink from the provided water fountain. In holding her long blond hair back and bending over her white shorts tightened up from their relaxing looseness. Easy to see her tan through the material while stretched taunt the men in the room were all staring. Mona held her breath until Greta shook her hand to retrieve her attention.

“I apologize! Her attire is a bit too much to be in a situation like this. I pray Pastor Round doesn’t suspend her before she even gets started.”

“She looks fine. I’m certain Robert will keep an open mind when it requires his attention.” Chase agreed, finally taking note of Monet’s tight little assets. Baggy clothing when upright her attire wasn’t quite as appealing. Reacting to her son Greta covered his eyes until he sat back chuckling. Yes, she did look fine. Fine as Heaven!

“Robert? You already know the pastor? Administrator?”

“Quite well actually!”

“Oh?”

“I’ll fill you in shortly.” She heard her cell vibrate. Claiming her hand from Mona’s she dug into her purse resting in her lap to begin texting. “Chase? Why don’t you go say hello to Monet? Welcome her.” Text shown to him after her suggestion he nodded and hopped up with swagger. The father and son duo next to Mona’s left followed the boy’s stride with interest.

Her sweat-stained shirt back to normal Monet strolled about looking at photographs on the wall of past graduates. It was in checking out former students that Chase eased in behind her. Quite by accident Monet bent over to look at a lower picture frame and felt her ass rub along the visiting boy’s crotch. Eyes flaring, she stood up swiftly then leered over her shoulder then up at the much taller Chase.

“I don’t think anybody saw that. Sorry to sneak up on you. I just wanted to say hi. I’m Chase Anthony Round.”

“Hi Chase ... me anytime.” She nibbled her lower lip. “Hole up ... your last name is Round? As in Pastor Robert Round?”

“Yeah! That’s my dad.”

“Whoa! And I just gave his son a woody.”

“Not yet! Still time though.” He chuckled.

“Checking out the new recruits?” She playfully nibbled her lower lip, eyes lowering to his musculature, “Namely me!”

“Yes and no. My dad insisted mom and I mingle in on the down low. I’m starting this year myself, so he felt I needed to familiarize myself with my fellow students. Common courtesy he says.”

“Sneaky, but I already know you are.” She grinned.

“I didn’t tell you to bend over.”

“Not yet!” She winked. “Give it time.”

“Nice! I won’t tell my dad you’re so flirty.”

“Wouldn’t matter! It’s in my nature. Blame it on my aunts’. As much as I want to attend here, I’ll probably get expelled in a month.”

“Not if I have any say in that. We could just say we’re a power couple, that would make my dad chill out.”

“Asking me out?”

“Sure! Once the dust settles. I live at home so maybe you could come for dinner.”

“Before or during? Definitely after!” She giggled. Taken by surprise Chase puckered his lower lip at her being so blunt.

“Uhhh? To be determined. Not opposed.” He laughed. “Hey! How about a selfie?”

“Only if the other students can join us. We can print it out and stick it to the wall behind me.”

“Totally awesome idea.” Chase turned and rallied the attention of the boys in the room. “New students? Bring it on in we’re going to take a class photo. We all know you’re in like,” He almost said sin, “Win! God is good!”

Parents prompting their teenagers, each of the students joined them over by the photographs. Chase appointing the taller boys which were basically all of them into a tight closed in formation, meant Chet and Boomer right behind Monet. The boy who commented on her shirt stepped to her right and leaned in.

“Only girl! Aren’t we lucky?”

“You know it!” She giggled. “Get closer.” He then stepped in hip to hip. “Got a name stud?”

“Patton Ash!” He patted her ass on the sly, the brother’s bulging their eyes at his hand. “It’s really Patton...”

“Dicky?” She in turn patted his crotch in the chaos of selecting the height ratio.

“I like you already.” He whispered.

“Digits when the interview is over. I’ll send you dirty pics you can repent over every day this year.”

“Patton Jacobi.”

“I knew there was a biblical name in there somewhere Jacob. I just met another Jacob at the hotel. He must have been in another enrollment greet. The other girls too.”

“Glad it’s just you right this second.”

“Hey, I love a good hangbang.” She giggled and pressed back against Chet and Boomer. Being sneaky now that Patton’s hand removed itself, she reached her left hand back and prompted Boomer to palm her left ass cheek. Chet her right! With their father out of the picture they couldn’t resist. With students closing in tightly nobody caught their mischief. Of course, sweaty palms on white cotton polyester shorts ... hands were laid.

“I want in.” Chase looked around and found the receptionist watching, “Hey Maggie? Shoot us!” Luring the redheaded Queen Bee from her home away from hive she stepped from her lair to claim Chase’s cell in ready. Eye contact made, he told her, “Take three pics.” Smirking Maggie motioned Chase into the tightly knit commit.