Chronicles of Lyle Baptist part 2

Chronicles of Lyle Baptist part 2

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Genre: Literary Fiction

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Status: Finished

Genre: Literary Fiction

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continuation of Lyle Baptist

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continuation of Lyle Baptist

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Submitted: April 16, 2012

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Submitted: April 16, 2012

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We partied till morning and spent the day asleep, it was 5 in the afternoon by the time i departed, having a fuzzy memory, but it was a memory at best. All my clothes in a bag, save for pants and a T-shirt, it was all i had on. I walked to a bus station and went home. Once there, i decided a shower was needed, i reeked of booze, sex and smoke. Everything ached, so took a ibuprofen. Then came a knock on my door, went to answer and was surprised to find an old friend, Sister Rose, a dear friend of mine from college, who last i heard went on to becoming a Nun. She was still lovely, and it took some doing to keep my heart from coming out of my chest, i didn't want her to know a well kept secret, something i asked god to forgive, i loved her, or well, had a 'crush' on her. She was sweet, kind, and oh so gentle. 
 
 
"May i come in, i'm sorry if i intrude" she said in an angelic voice. I merely nodded, as i did not trust my tongue to speak just then. She stepped in, dressed in traditional nunnery garb, smiled at me, i noticed a small bit of hair sticking out, she always did that, always in a rush. A strand of auburn red hair. We made our way into the living room, gestured her to sit in one of my more comfortable chairs, some were hardwood and had a cushion attached, but i wanted her to feel at home. She straightened her outfit some, sat up straighter and smiled again, " Lyle, it's been simply ages, how are you, you seem tired, do hope you haven't overworked yourself." To which i simply replied, " I may have, some, but i took a nap earlier, so i'm fine." She seemed at ease about that, though i could tell she was a bit leery of my answer.
 
"Are you sure, perhaps i should visit another time." she moved to leave, i didn't want her to go so soon. "Uh, no, you're fine, i promise." Then i heard another knock, "pardon me, i'll be back." Stood up, and found another nun, this one i knew as well, Mother Chastity. " We need to be on our way, the orphanage is waiting on our donations, please forgive my haste Father, but Sister Rose must be on her way."She finished in a brisk tone. " I understand, i'll go get her." I told her, smiling. She merely nodded as i went to go and tell Rose she had to go. I found her sitting comfortably in the chair i left her in. The minute I entered, she straightened again. "Who was it." She asked politely. " Mother Chastity says it's time to go now." I informed her. She immediately stood, and went to the door, thanked me for allowing her into my home, and was on her way, smiling once at me over her shoulder, her piercing green eyes shone bright. 
 
As the afternoon progressed, i had many appointments i missed, one was a counselling of a young couple, who's marriage needed help, the other which i missed by 45 minutes, was donations at the local food bank, poor Miss Peters I thought. The others were council meeting and a social event at the church. Sigh. But the feeling wouldn't abate, i couldn't understand what it was, i couldn't stop thinking about booze and pot, and the lovely woman i had spent the night with. She was something else though to me entirely. What that something was, i didn't know, was never really good at understanding emotions towards women, but it was strong, like a huge pull, saying 'go get her, do it again' I knew what that was, temptation. I tried all i could think of to keep the thought away, even prayer. In the end, i found an odd number on my cell phone, one that was recently added, and puzzled over it. Till i figured out it was from last night, so i dialed it, and waited. Finally a familiar voice came over the phone, "who is this?" it was Candice. 
 
 
I stood there a moment to collect myself, and spoke slowly at first, " it's me, the pastor you invited over last night, uh, i wanted to say, that it was very.." at which point she interrupted me. "Oh, yeah, listen AJ says next time, bring some green over, and about last night, are you into me or something, cause i do find older men hot." I was 38, not too old, but judging from what she said, she must be in late teens to early 20's, i didn't know. " Uh, well, i can't help but wonder, but, this seems impersonal to ask, but how old are you, i mean i know it sounds patronizing, but i'm not." There was silence for a minute, then. " I'll have you know im 21, i'm not a baby." I stood there, slightly stunned, but i carried on nonetheless. " I never said you were, listen, do you want to come over, uh, i mean, to talk, things like that." There was a small sigh. " I guess, where you live." she asked slowly. "296 E Main St. And hurry, uh, i mean, sorry, take your time." I replied in a rush. She giggled some, which made my pulse rise a bit, i could feel myself blush involuntarily. " I'll be right over, just relax till i can get there." She said silkily. I could feel my knees shaking, gulped and replied. " B-be sure to wear something that covers, i uh, don't need the uh, neighbors talking." I knew my voice was shaking some, so i finished lamely. 
 
She snorted a bit, " fine, whatever, just be sure to have something to drink." she said, i could hear clothes being rummaged through, then she hung up. All i had was some communion wine, and that was strictly off limits, well, i could only have a bit, but i never drank enough to feel anything. She showed up 30 minutes later, short T-shirt and short shorts. I blinked a minuted, then showed her in. " Nice place, a bit stuffy though, guess most parsonages are huh." She said loftily, looking around, as if i wasn't there. I cleared my throat, and she turned suddenly, and smirked. " I can see your blushing, i know what you're thinking, sooo, where's the drinks at." she got right to the point, in a friendly tone. " In the kitchen, follow me." I gulped a little, this was going to lead to something, and i knew it, for it was me that started it, sounds naive, but its what i believed.
 
I poured out two tall glasses of wine, and handed her one. She looked at it a minute, shrugged and drank it. I sipped mine more slowly, and an annoying sensation was pulsing in me, and i found myslef looking over at her occasionally. At which she'd merely smirk back. Before we knew it the bottle was empty, and i for once, felt warm and relaxed, but more so than usual. She stepped over to me, and sat on my lap. " C-Candice, what's going on." I started to ask, but before another word escaped me, she kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Words can't describe how it felt, i felt hot, and the pulsing got worse, my legs started to melt. A moan escaped my lips, and i blushed hard. She looked at me sexily, and put her hand in between my legs. I gave a short gasp, and found my body moving on it's own. My hips moved up and down. I moaned more, i couldn't stop. 
 
" You like it don't you, mmm.."She went down, and next thing i know, i was exposed. she took me, and then my mind went blank. All i know is, i did something unexpected, i unleashed my insides, and moaned louder. " God that feels good, by the maker that feels incredible!" I almost hollered this. She smirked, drinking up. Looked at me, and led me to the couch. And the rest of the afternoon passed into night. I felt amazing during the entire thing. Yet by morning, again felt odd and out of place. Candice laying next to me. It was then i knew, i was slipping.


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