Mistaken for a Priest (one on one idea)

Richard nodded, and pulled out his phone. He dialed the number for the pizza parlor, and ordered. He consulted with her as well, and soon had a couple of large pepperoni pizzas and a cheese pizza ordered, with some breadsticks beside. Then he smiled, looking at her. "It'll be about twenty minutes. So should we talk or something?"
 
"If you want" she shrugged, turning her head to properly face him. "So, Richard. Tell me a bit about yourself. Nothing too personal, just interesting things, or stuff I should know" she laughed, resting one of her pelted hands on his thigh with a small smile
 
Richard considered that for a moment, and tilted his head. He tapped his chin thoughtfully before responding. "Let's see...interesting things. Well, firstly, I'm NOT actually Catholic. I just think confessions help balance out karma. I like to watch thunderstorms. Uh...I like writing." He smiled at her soft hand on his thigh. "I write a lot of adult fiction."
 
Interesting. Laughing softly, she decided to return the favour. "I'm not sure if I'm Catholic. But sometimes when it gets desparate I am. I love any natural disaster and would put myself in danger to see one up close, I write some fanfics, and I have an extremely high libido, which you already know."
 
Richard grinned teasingly at that. "Yes, and I plan on taking a great deal of advantage of that later, if you're willing. Let's see. I have rather eclectic tastes in music. Techno, 80s, Japanese Pop and Rock..." He put his hand in the same position on her that her hand was on him, and gently rubbed. "So you went in there trying to feel better about the fact that you like being fucked hard, huh?"
 
If she was willing? Had he not understood, 'high libido?' Hell, she'd probably have sex with him even if she hated his guts. Laughing, she glanced down at his hand, raising an eyebrow. "I prefer alternative. Indie, rock, post-hardcore. Other stuff like that also." Grinning at his next sentence, she nodded. "Again, perhaps not the best thing to tell a priest. But it seems to have worked out well so far."
 
Richard grinned at that, and then looked around. "Anything else you want to know? Or would you like to finish that blowjob you started earlier? I mean, we have twenty minutes, after all. Then we can go all night when we get to my place." He gave her thigh a gentle squeeze.
 
"Woah there boy, steady yourself" she laughed. She enjoyed teasing males; it gave her a sense of power. "All night is good and all, but first I want to know if you are not some rapist or anything. Then later perhaps I'll finish the job." She wasn't brilliant at oral sex, but she was okay at it. Sufficient you could say.
 
Richard laughed at that. "Do I look like the type of guy to rape someone? But no, I'm just a guy who tends to avoid a lot of people. I kind of have a habit of doing and saying things that make people look at me like I'm a pox. Not sure why yet, but it tends to get me in trouble. That's kind of why I was going in to the confessional in the first place."
 
"You don't want me to answer that. All the evidence points against you. Bit of a pox? I wonder why" she laughed, enjoying the small banter with him. Around fifteen minutes had passed by now, punctuated by small silences. Only another five minutes to wait. She had to admit, she was looking forward to the dessert more than the main course.
 
Richard laughed again, and looked at his watch. Then he tilted his head, thinking. "Let's see. Looking at you, I'd say....former Catholic schoolgirl turned cheerleader turned Sorority Bunny?" He grinned teasingly. "So you said something earlier that struck me as odd. It ruined your relationship? How?"
 
"Got it in one. Have a pat on the back" she giggled, before growing silent at his next question. "This guy...he kind of was not going to have sex until marriage...and considering my state, I cheated on him. He's with my ex best friend now. I really hope when they die they go somehwere they can't have sex."
 
Richard raised an eyebrow at that. Then he grinned. "That bad, huh? That's a shame. Of course, an understanding guy would have realized that you had needs he wasn't taking care of, and would have worked to take care of those needs for you. Par for the course for a virgin male, I suppose." He shrugged, and looked into her eyes. "Of course, he could have found other ways to take care of your needs without actually having sex with you. I know a few but they involve motorized dildos for the most part."
 
"It was his choice. If he wasn't willing to have sex before marriage, then we obviously aren't compatible" she shrugged, noting that the pizza should be ready any minute. "Dildos aren't as good as the real things though" she stated, confident in her opinion that that.
 
Richard laughed, and nodded. Then he looked at his watch again, and opened the door to the car. "Well, let's go get ourselves some pizza, shall we?" He waited for her, and then walked into the pizza parlor to pick up their order and pay for it.
 
Following him into the parlour, sha handed over her share of the money fair and square, taking half of the load and carrying it back to the car, putting them in the back seat. "Smell nice" she commented.
 
Richard raised an eyebrow, and then leaned over and whispered teasingly. "You didn't have to pay, you know. It's usually the guy's role to pay for the date, anyways. Unless we're not on a date. I suppose it's acceptable then." He carried the two large boxes while she got the rest, and opened the car door. He put the pizzas in the back seat, and then walked back around and opened the passenger door for her.
 
"Its acceptable" she said firmly, sliding into the car with a nod of thanks. Clipping in her seatbelt, she hummed softly, waiting for him to get in and start the car. Se really had no idea where he lived, so saying 'my hose' didn't actually help her. Her ear flicked up a bit for no particular reason, her hum growing silent when he got in the car. It was another thing she preffered people not to see or hear.
 
Richard smiled, climbing into the car. Then he buckled his seatbelt, closed the door, and started the engine. When she shifted in her seat, he looked over at her for a moment, wondering why she'd stopped. Then he shrugged, and smiled, before pulling out of the lot. He hummed softly as he drove.
 
She rest her head on the chair seat, closing her eyes in conentment, ears pricking slightly to catch his humming. The tune was familiar, but she could not place it. Before too long, the car had stopped, and she eased her way out, not bothering to wait for him that time. She grabbed half of the purchase and stood with it in her arms, waiting for him to lead her to the right house.
 
Richard smiled, and pulled up to a medium sized house that almost but not quite looked like something out of a World War 2 film about earthquake and bomb safety. He cringed at the sight of it for a moment, then opened the door. "Mi Casa est su Casa." Yes, it was corny, but he couldn't resist.
 
She chuckled softly at his words. "You fluent in Spanish, or just know a few phrase?" she asked curiously, walking up to the house front door. It did looka little old fashioned, but it was a house all the same, and it would be a change to sleep in one. With someone else, not that much difference.
 
Richard grinned sheepishly. "Just a few phrases. I pick up a lot of things here and there. You should probably be thankful none of them are obscenities, given the way my family talks." He closed the door after her, and set the boxes of pizza down on the coffee table when he entered the living room. "You want something to drink?"
 
Rachel laughed at his answer, also placing down her things on top of where he put the others, sitting down on the couch lightly. "Doesn't bother me anyway" she shrugged. Glancing upwards, she grinned wickedly at him. "Maybe later, after."
 
Richard raised an eyebrow at her teasing last words, and then grinned. He took a seat beside her, and opened a box of pizza. Then he looked at her. "Tv while we eat?"
 
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