To Defy The Church

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“Now this…. THIS is America”

Carl watched as the senior priest looked over his congregation with a self-satisfied smirk. Priest Rodan was a balding middle-aged man with a gut that spoke of far too many Sunday dinners. The robes he wore were unflattering but what Carl found to be the most aggravating thing about him was the thinly veiled (who was he kidding sometimes outright) racism and bigotry. Was this really what it was like in suburban America?

Carl knew you didn’t get any more suburban that Pleasantville Virginia. It was the type of place that screamed OLD money. You didn’t get here unless you bought your way in. Reserve your spot in paradise the brochures boasted. It was easy to see why someone would call it that as well. The laws were manicured and the houses pristine. There were two cars in every drive way and not a single blemish on the road. In the short time Carl had been at the church he had met the many commissions dedicated to keeping Pleasantville intact. There were all stay at home wives and mothers each of them dripping with the kind of class and money that reflected their precious suburb.

So why did they make him so uncomfortable?

He watched procession taking them all in. The husbands and the wives, the grandparents and their grandchildren. It was all very quaint and wholesome. It was too bad they’re wasn’t a single lick of diversity that the paradise Rodan was boasting about was one filled with white people. Often he debated about call the man out on it reminding him that god loved all of his people. However he always decided it simply wasn’t worth it. It’s not like he would even think about what he was doing.

So instead the young fresh priest stayed quiet as his senior gushed about his congregation. Even as his conflictions about what was being done in this town grew. Surely god wasn’t this….. Superficial? Yet the people here were flourishing. Rodan’s influence was doing nothing but growing!

He sighed shaking his head and rubbing his shaved pointed chin. He moved into the church and shivered feeling suddenly uncomfortable with the painting and murals depicting god. All his life he felt the calling the need to serve a higher power. His devout grandmother helped him find the way teaching him what a partnership with god could mean. Becoming a priest was the natural step for him and one he never questioned.

Until he got here.

He shook his head dispelling such thoughts as he moved towards the confessional. It was his day to man the stall and listen to the residents express their sins. For the most part the “sins” were simple catty remarks about a fellow church goer or impure thoughts. He had yet to tackle anything real… anything with weight to it.
He moved in running a hand across his shiny bald head. His skin was tan and taunt showcasing his young age. The robes he was wearing were form fitting at least hinting he had something of a body underneath. His eyes were a brilliant blue flickering clear pools. He seated himself in the wooden chair settling back and waiting for the first member of the congregation to come in.

 

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Alexis was a university student. She'd be raised in Pleasantville, and thought it was amazing when she was a child. The streets were safe enough for her to roam, she had plenty of friends, there were parks and green spaces where they could play, and she'd been sheltered from the rest of the world in this little utopia. Except now? Now she hated it. It was boring, stuffy, petty and everyone in town was more interested in signalling their virtue than actually having any virtue. Real virtue - giving a crap about people. She had a suspicion that they'd be happy to insult her own 'virtue', that is to say, her purity.

She had a habit of sleeping around. She'd be a virgin when she left for school because that's what her small town had drilled into her head as being important. But going away had opened her eyes. Her hometown had a thing for following the 'little' rules of the bible, but forgot that the biggest, most important one was to "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." That one, in Laura's opinion, was more important than all the rest. So who cares what someone is doing, as long as they're generally kind and charitable?

She still believed. A lot of people left home and fell away from the Church entirely, but not Alexis - her beliefs had just shifted a little. Away from the specific rules and towards the general ideals of just being good to others and avoiding judgment. But she loved churches, and she loved the ritual involved with mass, and she loved having the opportunity to go discuss her issues with a priest. The confessional at the church on campus had been key in developing her sexuality; the priest had been forgiving of her proclivities, declaring that her sins were minor, so long as she was staying safe and using protection.

But it was summer, now, which meant she was home from school and 'trapped' in her little town for months. Sundays were a chore, having to go listen to thinly veiled racist rants pretending to be preaching. She was frustrated that a hateful man like Rodan, and the fact that he was considered a moral authority here. What a foul little toad.

The sermon had just ended and Alexis was standing near the confessional. She hadn't seen who had gone in - she'd just assumed it was Rodan. Her parents hadn't come to church this morning, but, of course, she'd been expected to attend herself. Running her hands over her dress, just modest enough to avoid someone speaking to her about appropriate clothing for mass, she stood in front of the confessional door, pondering going in. Alexis was a gorgeous young woman - bouncing red curls, wide blue eyes, cheeks sprayed with freckles and an infectious smile. Her dress fell loosely over a petite, well-curved body, short enough in the summer heat to reveal toned legs under deliciously curved hips. It wasn't hard to imagine why she gave into the temptation of lust so often - she was the kind of woman men would fall all over themselves to even talk to. She knew it, too.

And she was about to use all of her significant seductive power against the man she thought was Rodan. Not because she wanted him - oh god no - but because she thought it might be fun to toy with him a little. She had no idea that the man actually in the confessional was something just a little different from what she expected.

Stepping inside, into the dark, she took a seat. "Father? I've come to confess my sins."

 

[EroticLiteracy]

He heard the door slide open through the partition and sat forward in his seat. His hands clutched his bible in one hand and his rosemary in the other. He found such religious artifacts to be comforting especially when he felt like he was in such a strange unfamiliar place. He did his best to cast aside is anger and frustration about the church and Pleasantville. He doubted the person inside the pew was
going to say anything of worth but he knew he needed to give them a chance.

He peeked through the pew and was surprised to see a pretty unfamiliar girl. Her bright red hair made him shiver and he shifted in his seat. He always did have a thing for redheads and was teased by his fellow priest for them being his kryptonite. That old feeling of list came back to him causing his balls to tighten and his cock to twitch slightly.

Sex… the hardest thing he gave up when he became a priest. He knew how that sounded but it didn’t make it any less true. Even as a young man he thought that it was strange god would limit a priest from doing such a thing. His grandmother said it was because god wanted their total devotion but he had never been sure. Surely the purpose of being on the planet was to worship god and start a family? Wasn’t it the second most important mission besides worshipping him?

She spoke telling him she needed to confess her sin. He cleared his throat and shook his thoughts focusing on the present and her as he spoke.
“Tell me your sins child” He said speaking softly.