HOLY SEX Episode 27
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👩❤️👨 HOLY SEX EPISODE TWENTY SEVEN: 💞
He laughs and says amusingly, “I will come alone, or with one junior pastor…”
“That won’t be necessary, Samuel. You are more than enough for my prayer needs.” You let your towel fall to the floor and search for your night wear in the wardrobe.
“What if I sow a seed of five-hundred-thousand naira? Will it be too small for God’s work?”
You can hear him exhale.
“Nothing, absolutely nothing is too small or too big for God,” he breaths into the phone, “Thanks a lot, Janice. Wednesday night then.”
Wednesday night. Lagos is shrouded in a sheet of hazy skies and drizzling rain when the pastor drives into your compound. You walk to the car to welcome him and lead him to the sitting room.
“You have a nice place.”
“Thank you Samuel. It is the Lord’s doing.” You take care not to call him pastor so that it won’t jostle him back to his senses.
You offer him wine. He sips it gently while you sit opposite him, sipping and interacting with him about business and church. When you hand the cheque of five hundred thousand naira, you make sure your finger caresses the back of his palm. He withdraws his hand, thanks you again, and hides the cheque inside the pocket of his brown trousers.
“You look cute today, Samuel.”
He sips his wine. You turn on the television to Chanel O. You rub your hand on your face as you wonder if your mascara is okay on your face, if your lip-gloss isn’t too thick. You wonder if the Mary K foundation covers the pockmarked patches on your face. You wish you were at least ten years younger. You wonder about the pastor’s reaction when you make your move, the move you have calculated for nights. How would he react when he will feels your flabby stomach and flabby breasts? You wonder.
“Thanks a lot. This money will go a long way.”
“Don’t mention, Samuel. More will come from where that came from.”
“Praise be to God!”
“Amen, Samuel! Amen!” You leave your seat and move to the arm of the couch on which he is sitting. “I am always scared here,” you venture.
“I am here now, Sister Janice.” He raises his face to stare into yours. You wonder if he sees your beauty still, if he sees beyond your age and recognizes that you are still beautiful. You wonder if he noticed the swaying of your buttocks when you walked him through the house.
Your right hand goes to the button of his shirt and plays with it. “Did we not agree on just Janice?”
“Oh, I forgot.”
You play with one of the buttons. When he remains mute, you touch the back of his ear. He says nothing when you kiss the ear and the back of his neck. You kiss his neck faster, then his face. When you find his lips, you swear in the name of your dead husband that no lips have ever tasted that sweet.
When your hand finds his nipples he says:
“Please stop!”
You are breathing very fast. Your body is on edge:
“Why?”
“Because I am a man of God.”
“Don’t you like this? Is it because I am older than you? Am I not good enough?”
“No Janice. You are beautiful, quite beautiful for your age…”
“You like me then?” You take your hand to his nipples again and try to find his mouth. He pushes you away.
“The bible condemns this. Besides I am married.”
“Your wife won’t find out. And God is not here.”
“But he is seeing us, Sister. Please I can’t.”
He tries to stand but you climb on his lap and sit astride, holding his neck.
“No, Janice!”
You plead: “Look, I fell in love with you the first time I set my eyes on you. I love you, Samuel…”
“But I am married. I cannot do this.”
“Please.” Your hands caress his body. “No one will find out. I will take care of you. Do you need more money?”
“You didn’t give me money before… so why ask if I need more money? You only gave money to Saving Grace Inc.”
“Okay. I will give you money, but you will love me, will you?”
He is calm. You are encouraged.
“Seven hundred thousand?”
TO Be Continued
