Lucifers Tongue
Quiet Desperation
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Hot Under the Collar (closed)
Closed for whisperwish19 (and edited)
"I just don't know what the problem is, Father Mike. I feel like I've tried everything and my husband is just oblivious," Mrs. Mulligan said, her voice practically quivering with frustration. "You don't think he's having an affair do you?"
Mike resisted the urge to smile, keeping the mask of concerned compassion on his face. Despite the fact that he'd only known Frank Mulligan and his wife for two months, he was relatively confident that the reason Frank wasn't paying more attention to his attractive young wife wasn't because he was cheating on her. On the contrary, Father Mike was sure that Carly's husband had no interest in other women. Men on the other hand...
"Carly, we are all tempted at times to give in to our fears," Mike said, his voice soft and reassuring. As he spoke, the young, handsome priest realized he was tugging absently on his collar. He'd been wearing it practically twenty four hours a day for the last two months, but he still wasn't comfortable with it. Forcing himself to lower his hand, he leaned forward.
"You've got to talk to Frank," he said. "Tell him how you feel. Every marriage has rough times, but if you want to survive those times, if you want your marriage to grow stronger, you need to communicate."
"I know you're right, but I'm just so afraid to bring it up," the blond woman said, leaning forward to reach for a tissue.
As the attractive housewife leaned forward, Mike couldn't help but notice that one of the buttons on her blouse had come loose, causing the blouse to open, exposing a good deal of Mrs. Mulligan's cleavage. The priest let his eyes linger there for a few moments, knowing that the young woman wouldn't notice, her attention on the box of tissues on his desk.
"I'm probably just being paranoid," Carly said, dabbing the tissue against the corners of her eyes. "I'm sure everything will be fine."
Father Mike, who was still preoccupied with thoughts of the housewife's ample breasts, almost didn't catch the change in her tone. When he did, he smiled warmly at her, clasping his hands together in front of him. "It's important to keep a positive outlook. More often than not, our fears get the best of us."
"I should go," Carly said, tucking the tissue into her handbag. "I'm sure you have better things to do than to deal with hysterical newlyweds."
"I'm never too busy to help someone in need," Mike replied, rising from his chair as Mrs. Mulligan stood. "Please come back and see me anytime."
"Thank you, Father," the woman said, turning and heading toward the door.
As she walked away, Mike indulged himself, letting his eyes take in the sight of her rounded ass. Yep, her husband has to be gay, he thought to himself. After Mrs. Mulligan's departure, Father Mike realized that he had the church to himself, with the exception of the elderly Father Tully, who was most likely napping in his office, and Mrs. Wiley, the secretary, who was in one of the back rooms, putting up decorations and listening to inspirational music.
Mike stood up and loosened the collar around his neck with his finger. Jesus, I need a fucking beer, he thought to himself. Or at least some wine. His decision to pose as a priest had been a desperate one, brilliant, but desperate. Unfortunately, it wasn't the easiest role he'd ever taken on. And he certainly hadn't planned on staying for two months. Better in this prison than a real prison, he told himself as he stepped out of his office.
As he stepped out into the dimly lit church, he thought he heard someone call his name. Always on the alert, Father Mike instinctively slipped back into a corner, hoping he could hide in the shadows until he was certain of who was there. A moment later he heard his name again, from the front of the church this time, near the altar. He moved closer and saw someone in a white summer dress.
As he moved closer, he recognized the girl. It was one of the regulars, Samantha, he thought her name was. She was young, in her senior year of high school and very, very beautiful. He relaxed a little, as he slipped from the shadows at the edges of the church. As he watched, he saw the blond bend over to adjust a strap on one of her shoes. The sight of her bent over, her short summer dress lifting up in the back, was enough to stop him in his tracks.
If the sight of Carly Mulligan's cleavage was enough to distract Mike, the sight of the lovely young Samantha's slender, tan legs and the hint of her round ass as she bent over in front of him was enough to send his mind reeling. Maybe it was the two plus months that he'd been forced into celibacy, but suddenly he found himself wishing more than ever that he hadn't chosen to imitate a priest.
He started to call out to her, but he didn't want to ruin that perfect moment, so he waited, watching her body, watching as her dress shifted against her body, revealing more of her curves. Then, just as he let his mind begin to entertain some very impure thoughts, Samantha stood and called his name again.
He took another step forward as the blond turned in his direction. "Hello there," Mike said, flashing his best smile. "What brings you here today, Samantha? Is there something I can help you with?"
Closed for whisperwish19 (and edited)
"I just don't know what the problem is, Father Mike. I feel like I've tried everything and my husband is just oblivious," Mrs. Mulligan said, her voice practically quivering with frustration. "You don't think he's having an affair do you?"
Mike resisted the urge to smile, keeping the mask of concerned compassion on his face. Despite the fact that he'd only known Frank Mulligan and his wife for two months, he was relatively confident that the reason Frank wasn't paying more attention to his attractive young wife wasn't because he was cheating on her. On the contrary, Father Mike was sure that Carly's husband had no interest in other women. Men on the other hand...
"Carly, we are all tempted at times to give in to our fears," Mike said, his voice soft and reassuring. As he spoke, the young, handsome priest realized he was tugging absently on his collar. He'd been wearing it practically twenty four hours a day for the last two months, but he still wasn't comfortable with it. Forcing himself to lower his hand, he leaned forward.
"You've got to talk to Frank," he said. "Tell him how you feel. Every marriage has rough times, but if you want to survive those times, if you want your marriage to grow stronger, you need to communicate."
"I know you're right, but I'm just so afraid to bring it up," the blond woman said, leaning forward to reach for a tissue.
As the attractive housewife leaned forward, Mike couldn't help but notice that one of the buttons on her blouse had come loose, causing the blouse to open, exposing a good deal of Mrs. Mulligan's cleavage. The priest let his eyes linger there for a few moments, knowing that the young woman wouldn't notice, her attention on the box of tissues on his desk.
"I'm probably just being paranoid," Carly said, dabbing the tissue against the corners of her eyes. "I'm sure everything will be fine."
Father Mike, who was still preoccupied with thoughts of the housewife's ample breasts, almost didn't catch the change in her tone. When he did, he smiled warmly at her, clasping his hands together in front of him. "It's important to keep a positive outlook. More often than not, our fears get the best of us."
"I should go," Carly said, tucking the tissue into her handbag. "I'm sure you have better things to do than to deal with hysterical newlyweds."
"I'm never too busy to help someone in need," Mike replied, rising from his chair as Mrs. Mulligan stood. "Please come back and see me anytime."
"Thank you, Father," the woman said, turning and heading toward the door.
As she walked away, Mike indulged himself, letting his eyes take in the sight of her rounded ass. Yep, her husband has to be gay, he thought to himself. After Mrs. Mulligan's departure, Father Mike realized that he had the church to himself, with the exception of the elderly Father Tully, who was most likely napping in his office, and Mrs. Wiley, the secretary, who was in one of the back rooms, putting up decorations and listening to inspirational music.
Mike stood up and loosened the collar around his neck with his finger. Jesus, I need a fucking beer, he thought to himself. Or at least some wine. His decision to pose as a priest had been a desperate one, brilliant, but desperate. Unfortunately, it wasn't the easiest role he'd ever taken on. And he certainly hadn't planned on staying for two months. Better in this prison than a real prison, he told himself as he stepped out of his office.
As he stepped out into the dimly lit church, he thought he heard someone call his name. Always on the alert, Father Mike instinctively slipped back into a corner, hoping he could hide in the shadows until he was certain of who was there. A moment later he heard his name again, from the front of the church this time, near the altar. He moved closer and saw someone in a white summer dress.
As he moved closer, he recognized the girl. It was one of the regulars, Samantha, he thought her name was. She was young, in her senior year of high school and very, very beautiful. He relaxed a little, as he slipped from the shadows at the edges of the church. As he watched, he saw the blond bend over to adjust a strap on one of her shoes. The sight of her bent over, her short summer dress lifting up in the back, was enough to stop him in his tracks.
If the sight of Carly Mulligan's cleavage was enough to distract Mike, the sight of the lovely young Samantha's slender, tan legs and the hint of her round ass as she bent over in front of him was enough to send his mind reeling. Maybe it was the two plus months that he'd been forced into celibacy, but suddenly he found himself wishing more than ever that he hadn't chosen to imitate a priest.
He started to call out to her, but he didn't want to ruin that perfect moment, so he waited, watching her body, watching as her dress shifted against her body, revealing more of her curves. Then, just as he let his mind begin to entertain some very impure thoughts, Samantha stood and called his name again.
He took another step forward as the blond turned in his direction. "Hello there," Mike said, flashing his best smile. "What brings you here today, Samantha? Is there something I can help you with?"
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