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Dark curly strands cling to her neck. A brown worn out Bible settles between her hands on her lap. Her fingers are straining against the leather, nails biting into the pages. An off white nearly translucent page is neatly folded on Matthew 5. Her throat tightens and wants to lock up. She fidgets with the rope from her white dress with blue and green flowers, tying knots upon knots. Sunday's best.
“You shall not commit adultery.” Her father speaks. And with each boom of his voice her eyes water. “Anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart-” He says just as he stops right in front of her. Lottie’s ears redden, her face heats, and her heart drops. “..causes you to stumble, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to go into hell.”
How much more do I need to bleed to prove I have ridden this sin from every crevice of my heart. How much more of this sickness do I have to endure to prove that I am cured.
Outside the wind howls and rain hits against the boards of the church. A rumble of thunder echoes against the wooden pews.
“My fellow brothers and sisters of our congregation this concludes our service. I shall see you again bright and early this coming Sunday, if God permits. Drive home safely during the storm, stock up on necessary supplies, pray for each other- and peace be with you.”
“And also with you”
Lottie kneels and takes a bow, as she turns to exit a firm hand grips her shoulder keeping her in place. She lifts her gaze to see her father nodding along to what a small older woman using a cane is saying to him.
“Well Mrs. Miller, my daughter will be staying at the church during the storm to help any souls in need of resources- that list you were telling me about? Charlotte will take a look and give you what you need from our stock.” He turns to finally look at her. “Isn’t that right dear.”
Lottie stares with her mouth agape in surprise. Stay? She nods.
“Yes. Yes sir. I'll take care of that list for you ma'am."
“Well, aren't you a peach.” Mrs. Miller smiles as Lottie takes her hand and puts it to her arm leading her to the supply room.
She grabs a cardboard box and gets a pen marking down the supplies. Batteries. Candles. Flashlights. Radio. “Aren’t you a little too young to be staying by yourself all alone?” Mrs. Miller says and purses her lips in disapprovement. Lottie subtly nods her head. “I’m sure I’ll be able to manage. If my father trusts me, then I need to believe it as well. He wouldn’t put me a battle I can’t handle.” Lottie gives a soft smile. “Plus I just turned 18. I’ll be fine and dandy, no need to worry.” She says as she finishes the list, adding in a small box of peaches.
“18? Well you’re just about ready to get married darling! I’m sure you’ll find a nice boy to take good care of you. My grandson Jacob is just about your age. Just a bit older- by around 7 short years.” Mrs. Miller gives her a light slap on her forearm. Lottie’s face pales, and a pit forms in her stomach. “Still a lady mustn’t be all alone during the storm. That father of yours. He’s too harsh on ya.”
Lottie walks Mrs.Miller to her car parked by the front of the church, carrying her box of supplies. As she helps the box into the trunk, she peeks at Mrs. Miller through her rolled down window. Raindrops from the drizzle cling to her lashes and white dress as Mrs.Miller hands a cold coin into her hand and closes it. “This always protects me.” Lottie gives a reassuring smile as she stares at the pocket angel in her palm. “Get home safe ma’am do not worry for me. I’ll be okay.”
Mrs.Miller drives off in her pale blue sedan. And Lottie waves goodbye from beside the church. When she enters the front doors, her father waits for her there.
“I believe it will do you good to spend the storm here Charlotte. You’re straying away during worship. I need to remind you during times of fear the Lord will test your faith, and we must know he walks these struggles beside us.” He lifts his hand and caresses the sides of her cheek. “Good will prevail.”
He sucks in a breath, and quickly drops his hand. “These things your nanny saw. These things your nanny saw between you and the Lee girl- they’re simply unnatural Charlotte. I’m glad Laura said something. She doesn’t have that in her. Not like you.” He turns and walks out the exit door, his back to Lottie. He halfway turns his head. “You need to rid yourself clean from humanity's sinful tendencies that are contrary to God's will.” Lottie’s tears well up in her eyes as she casts them down. She can taste the salt against her tongue. A door slams closed, and she sees the shadow of her parents truck drive out of the lot. A sob echoes out of her chest, and she kneels down on the floor of the church.
The sky darkens, and the rain gets heavier. Lottie closes the windows and doors to the church except for the ones in the library connected to the office. The ceiling fan cools the room with the help from the windows and chilly breeze. There hasn’t been a visitor since the sermon ended. And in all honesty she doubts anyone will come. The church is more on the outskirts of town where no houses are really nearby. But we must keep them open for any beings in need of help. As she’s unfolding cardboard boxes and separating supplies, a door creaks.
“Hello?” She says as she heads out of the library.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” She says again as she walks to the front of the church. The door is slightly ajar and moving back and forth from the force of the wind. She peeks her head and sees nothing but swaying trees and the streetlamp flickering across the parking lot. She shudders and softly closes the door. Locking it. She walks back to the library with an uneasy feeling. As she closes the door behind her two hands cover her mouth and eyes. A feeling of dread fills her stomach and she screams, grabbing ahold of the stranger’s hands, and someone whispers “boo” against her ear.
Natalie.
“Your dad has you doing his dirty work I see.” She says as she finally lets Lottie go and strides across the room, picking up book after book. She wears dark blue jeans, thick biker boots that echo with each step in the room, and a black bulky tee that's slightly cropped enough to expose her belly button when she reaches to put the books onto the shelf.
“I’m here to help people.” Lottie scoffs. “In case they get lost or need aid during the storm.”
“Sure. Leaving a young girl unattended in the middle of buttfuck nowhere sounds pretty safe.” she gives a dry laugh.
“This is a place of worship, tortured souls come here for help.” Lottie tries to defend herself.
“This being a church doesn’t stop messed up people from coming and doing harm too.” Nat rubs her tongue against her molars.
“You’re here.” Nat's grey eyes twitch.
Nat tuts. “Didn’t pastor Malcolm just say to love your enemies Lottie? Or was someone taking a nap during daddy’s sermon?”
“What are you here for?” Lottie quickly averts her gaze and continues to stock the cardboard boxes. “And don’t tell me you want help learning how to say your prayers- I'm not falling for that again.”
Nat smiles. Then lets out a deep breath as she puts her hands in her pockets. Slightly rocking back and forth.
“Uh- my mom’s boyfriend is back in town.” she sniffs. “I need a place to crash unless I want to end up in the county jail again. And I remember when we were younger you told me the church always leaves their doors open during hurricane season or whatever.” She clears her throat. “So here I am. In need of shelter.”
Lottie had stopped and stared at Nat whose face has grown flushed. She quickly nods. And jerks her head to the hallway for Nat to follow her.
“My dad keeps a bed in the room beside storage. In case any visiting pastors or bishops need a place to stay or when he works late.. feel free to make yourself comfortable.” Lottie opens the door to the room, and hands Nat a set of pillows and a knitted blanket from the closet. She stands by the door as Nat takes a look around the room with her bag hanging from her shoulder, her lips part as to say something but Lottie quickly turns and shuts the door.
She spends the past hour and a half sitting at her dad’s office desk. Rereading the same lines over and over until they're engraved into the back of her eyelids. Her hands have little crescent moon indentations on her palms. Soft footsteps echo into the room. A hand comes and rests against her shoulder, she immediately stills and stiffens.
“Let me help you relax.” Nat softly says as she begins to rub the muscles against Lottie’s shoulders. Lottie’s pulse quickens and her teeth clench. Nat softly pushes her middle and ring finger under the cardigan sweater that covers Lottie, pushing it to the side dragging it off revealing tan smooth skin.
“What are you doing.”
“I can’t do it properly with that in the way.”
Natalie’s hands return, and her hot palms touch Lottie’s cold skin. “You see. Much better.” Nat’s fingertips push into Lottie’s flesh making her eyes flutter until they shut. Each wave of pressure easing the weight upon Lottie's shoulders, letting her head fall forward. The voice of reasoning dulling out among the sound of the ceiling fan and the rain hitting the open window. Something soft and wet presses against her neck, and she groans before quickly standing and shoving Nat away.
“I'm not like you.” Lottie shakes her head.
“Well aren't you almighty.”
“You’re impure.”
Nat squints her eyes and gives a dry laugh. “Oh my God. Not this shit again.”
“That's no way to live. That's not godly living. I will not fall into temptation.” Lottie says with a strained voice.
“The fact you’re calling it temptation proves you are just like me.” Nat gets closer and presses Lottie against the desk grabbing her wrists. Lottie writhes against her.
“No. You’re full of sin. You think I didn’t smell the smoke stuck to your clothes. The drunkenness you'd come stumbling to school in, the sexual deviances that follow your name down the halls.” Lottie spits at her. “You’re full of hatred and anger. You’re impulsive. You and I are not the same.”
“You’re wrong.” Nat whispers against Lottie’s cheek, bringing her closer.
“You don’t need to give into the desires of the flesh. Control. And you’ll win the battle within yourself. It’s never too late for correction.”
“Is that what daddy has etched into your skin.” Nat finally looks up at her and grabs her by her cheeks harshly. “Do I make you feel sick? Do I twist your stomach at the thought of your lips pressing against mine.”
“It's unnatural.” Lottie whispers.
Nat’s eyes wander down Lottie’s dress. Past her chest to her separated thighs pressing against her own. She pants against Lottie's face as she drags her palms up Lottie’s strong quivering thighs that press close together in a way to stop her. She pools it higher on her hips and grabs the dress with one fist lifting it, showing the smallest bit of Lottie’s soft cotton panties.
“Tell me you don't want this.” Nat whispers in awe at the sight. “Tell me you don't want me.”
“I don’t want you Natalie.”
Nat's eyes cut quickly up into Lottie's. “Liar.”
“You are the dirt under my nails.” Lottie spits.
“You can burn and bleed trying to scrub yourself clean from me. But I stain onto your skin.” Nat shakes her head.
Nat grabs Lottie by the back of her hair, gripping tight but not harshly. And presses her mouth against hers. She groans and pushes her fingers into and pulls slightly at the brown locks of Lottie’s hair. She keeps her lips stiff and sealed as Nat licks and pants against her. As Nat moves to kiss the side of her cheek and trails kisses down to her neck, Lottie notices that Nat has begun to gently grind against her. The buckle of her belt rubbing right against her. Lottie’s knees buckle.
“No amount of time being on your knees, is going to take away the way you want me.” Nat licks against her neck, and begins to suck. Lottie brings a hand and pushes it against her chest.
“No.” Nat gives a growl and Lottie whispers looking onto her lips. “No marks.”
Nat gives a dumb nod and brings her mouth to Lottie’s lips again, her hot tongue pushes in parting with the taste of malt beer and cigarettes following pursuit. Nat lifts Lottie onto the desk and stands between her thighs. She grips and drags her closer to the edge. Untying the front of her dress as Lottie grips her shoulders. Her hands lift and peel the dress off, revealing a toned soft body with matching white underclothing.
“I’m gonna take my sweet time with you.” Nat says as she kisses the side of Lottie’s mouth, wrapping her arms around her to unhook her bra. Gently it loosens and begins to fall, revealing plush breasts that make Nat’s mouth water.
“Your body's my temple.” Nat says as she wraps her hands against Lottie’s breasts, licking her fingertips and rubbing small circles on Lottie’s nipples. “Let me worship it.” She brings her mouth onto Lottie’s pink nub and swipes her tongue against it. She then begins to flick it lightly and swirling her warm tongue before leaning back and blowing her cool breath against it. When she lifts her head she sees Lottie’s furrowed brows and her mouth agape. Prompting her to show mercy and gently wrap her lips around her, before gently sucking while her hand continues to massage her chest.
Lottie’s back arches into her face more and she feels warm thighs wrap around her midsection. Making her suck harder and gently bite, making Lottie hiss and pull her hair. She brings her to her mouth and moans against her while slowly rutting. Nat brings her hands up her thighs, parting them further and slowly trails her fingertips till the pads touch wet cloth clinging against two folds. She rubs up and down further parting them.
“Aw baby you made such a mess-”
“Ugh fuck.” Lottie moans.
Nat gives a short laugh, mouth agape groaning. “Yea baby keep taking it.”
“Shut up.” Lottie bites the side of her neck.
And Nat grunts, fingers wrapping around Lottie’s panties. A loud rip sounds within the room, and the chill of the room hits against Lottie.
“You said no marks, but not no tears.” Nat says and she slicks her fingers up, dragging them along till she hits the pink little pearl that makes Lottie whimper and jerk her hips.
“Yea? You like that?” Nat says as she starts rubbing slow circles against her clit. More wetness seeps out of Lottie. Nat drags her fingers lower to her entrance, and dips the smallest bit of the tip of her finger in, before quickly moving back and doing tighter circles.
Causing Lottie’s stomach to clench. Only for her to slow back down the closer she got.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” Nat says against her chest.
“It’s immoral.” Lottie whispers.
“Right.” Nat pants. “So no one's ever been in here?” Nat says as she pushes a finger into Lottie’s tight pulsing hole. “Not even you?” Nat groans as she grabs onto Lottie’s cheeks making her look into her eyes.
Lottie whimpers. “No. No one Nat. Just you.”
“Ugh God. Perfect, baby.” Nat groans pushing her finger in and out hearing the wet slaps of her palm hitting against Lottie's skin. She pulls out and slicks her fingers again, rubbing against Lottie’s clit before pushing in two fingers, feeling the ring of Lottie's skin stretch tighter against her. “I’m going to ruin you, till you can’t stop dreaming of my mouth against you. Of how you parted your pretty little thighs and let me fuck you so deep you made a mess against my wrist.”
Lottie's nails dig into Nat’s clothed back. And she begins to push the black tee over Nat’s blonde crown of hair. “I want you.” Lottie whines.
“Can you take a little more?” Nat tuts and squeezes Lottie’s lips together making kissy lips. When Lottie nods. Nat backs up and begins kicking off her boots, and unbuckling her belt. She unzips the fly of her jeans and drags them down her thighs. Her grey briefs have a dark stain on them. And when she gets near Lottie feels the wet chill rub against her inner thigh. With Nat grunting and slowly she brings a finger to the waistband pulling it into view. “Do you want it?” Lottie peers through and a dull pink leaking head is standing stiffly against Nat’s stomach.
Lottie groans and tries to bring her hand onto Nat’s need, when Nat grabs her wrist. “No baby. I don’t want pleasantries, I want the full meal.” She groans. “Oh I'm hungry. I'm starving, just.. for something else..” she says as she circles Lottie’s clit. “Don’t you want to know how I would feel inside you?” Nat whispers against her lips, darting her tongue out to lick. “Don’t you want to squeeze me in and let me cum inside your pretty little pussy?”
Lottie’s hands shake and she nods, and Nat smiles as she kisses the tip of her nose, then she's peppering kisses all over her face, and down her neck, it tickles her. She gently brings Lottie off the desk, and kisses her shoulders and back. Fingertips dragging down her spine. And then she's bending her over the desk. And the warm pressure against her back is lifted, a soft shuffling is heard, cloth hits the floor. Warm breasts press against her back, something hot and fucking wet is against her. Slipping in between and hitting her clit with each thrust, hot lips kiss her cheek and warm hands are parting her ass and thighs, when something big starts pushing itself in. Lottie grunts against the table, and closes her eyes. Nat bites her lip hard enough to bleed at the sight of Lottie squeezing every single inch of her in. And fuck she’s so warm, and dripping all over.
“It’s okay baby, you’re doing so good.” Nat moans. “I’m almost all the way in.” she rubs circles on Lottie’s hips trying to soothe her. Being able to slide two more inches in. “Looks like you’re going to be able to take me to the hilt. That's so good for your first time.” Nat grunts as she finally pushes through and bottoms out into Lottie.
Lottie yelps and scrunches her brows, as Nat settles in behind her. “You’re unimaginably tight” Nat moans and slowly pulls out before slipping in slowly. “I think I’ve cummed to the thought of this more than I can count on my hand. But nothing beats. Ugh. How fucking good you really feel. I can’t believe I got to pop your cherry." She reaches around Lottie's waist and finds her clit stiff and begging for attention. “Let me take care of you.” She coos rubbing harder against Lottie, which causes her to clench against Nat even more than before. “You’re close huh.” Lottie nods quickly, nails gripping onto the table. “You want to come on my cock pretty baby?”
“Yes I want to come on your cock.” Lottie whimpers.
Nat thrusts harder as she picks up the pace on Lottie’s aching pussy. “I’m going to fuck my cum into you.” she grunts “Make sure you’ll be the woman to carry my babies.”
“Yes. Want you so bad.” Lottie grunts and brings her hand to Nat’s face.
“You want to be my cumslut?” Nat grunts in her ear.
Lottie nods desperately.
“You’re gonna make such a good mommy” Nat coos. And Lottie’s thighs shake as she spills onto Nat and the desk.
Nat thrusts 2 more rough times and her abdomen hurts from the straining her body does. As she cums and empties every single drop inside Lottie. She continues to thrust gently until she pulls out, white liquid drips in between Lottie’s thighs and as Lottie catches her breath and lays with her back against the table. Her dark brown eyes meet Nats, and she swipes her finger down Lottie’s folds before bringing them to her lips. The taste of Lottie and her on her tongue as she sucks it clean. A deep groan escapes her lips.
“I’m never letting you out of my hands.” Nat rubs her palm against Lottie’s stomach. “You’re all mine Matthews.”
Lottie gulps. “Nat.”
“No. I’m leaving town in two days. I saved up from working at the shop with my uncle Vic.- I was waiting for the storm to settle so I could dip.”
“You’re leaving?” Lottie stands quickly.
“I want you to come with me.” Nat whispers and kisses her cheek. “Lottie- I have wanted you since we were in preschool. I dreamt of having you as my wife. And I'd be lying if I said I don’t think of you in that matter anymore.”
“Nat- I can't just leave.”
“I came here today- I attended the sermon. I watched you Lottie. I watched the way he spoke to you. I watched how much pain you were in. During and after service. It aches me to see you in that way. There is nothing wrong with you, and I can't watch you conform to society when its not who you really are.”
Nat stares at Lottie who’s tears are welling.
“I’m devoted to you Lottie. And if you want to tell me the way my heart burns for you is a sin. Then I don’t want to repent for that. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. But caring for a sweet girl like you is not one of them.”