Love in a Church Chapter 2
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Ivy and Kimmie -2-
Sex with Kimmie
Ivy was so sexed up when she and Kimmie withdrew to her bedroom. It was like she was a little kid again at her best friend's house with all the cool gadgets. Except this time around the cool stuff was sex.
"Can we play another video?" asked Ivy. "It's so cool to have three screens and all the mirrors in your bedroom."
"I was just going to suggest that," said Kimmie. She got her iPad and found a video she'd saved to the device, which she renamed, "K. and G., Hot." She pushed play, knowing full well this video was special and would drive Ivy mad with lust.
They got undressed, and the girls on the screen did the same thing. Ivy hugged Kimmie and they both kissed, slow, sexy. But she was very distracted by the movie.
It looked like a high-quality amateur video, the kind that Ivy preferred. The two girls were not big-chested, but they were super hot in a slender sort of way. But wait, one of the girls was Kimmie, and the other looked like one of her math students! They were in the very bedroom where she stood now. Oh my god.
"That's you, Kimmie. That's your bedroom too!"
"I thought you would like it," said Kimmie. "I know I do. Gabrielle was a lot like you: an A-student from a good family. But her dad was transferred to the East Coast, and we cried in each other's arms. You'll see. She left a year ago."
"I love you Ivy, so much." They kissed, and re-kissed, and re-re-kissed. Hmmm.
In the video, Kimmie and Gabrielle went on to have inspiring sex. Sixty-nine, cunnilingus, strapon, anal. They did everything and it was so hot. But there were tears when it was over, as the girl waited until the afterglow to tell Kimmie. The video audio was pretty good, and she heard all the heartrending story. It was break-up sex, sort of; they were clearly in love. Kimmie never saw her again, though she did write Gabrielle a heartfelt letter.
"Now that you know so much about me, I hope we're still moving ahead with our plan," said Kimmie as she stood there, nude. "Ivy, I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you. Only the best kids are trusted with messages at our school. I was a 3.9 GPA high school student and a 3.7 in college. I want to find a girl like me: serious-minded and smart. And, frankly, flat-out gorgeous."
"It seems like you found what you were looking for. My only hope is that you will be patient with me," said Ivy. "I've only been out for a month and a half."
"I told you we would have an extra credit project for school," said Kimmie. "I fibbed. Let's tell your mom the truth, that you were invited to my place to get to know me better and have sex. OK? She'll get it, once she meets me."
Meanwhile, the video was still running, and Emmie and Gabrielle were in a sixty-nine.
"My mom's name is Helen, as in "the face that launched a thousand ships"," said Ivy. "I think she's that pretty, but I'm biased.
"She sounds yummy to me. I did a bit of research on her, and I can't believe she's your mother. She looks like and older sister to me."
"Oh, make sure you tell her that. You'll automatically become a best friend. I didn't think we were having an extra credit project, but I went along for the ride; I wanted to get into your pants."
"And thanks to Dr. Marlowe for the `face that launched a thousand'," said Emmie.
"Indeed," said Ivy.
"Well now that you've got into my pants, what do you think?" Emmie was completely nude, and she pirouetted once and then struck the vogue pose. Simply adorable, with an athlete's body at 5' 10" and only 138 Lbs. She had `almost' C Cups, and her pussy was shaved. She loved playing around, but she wore a different "face" in school.
"You're so fine, every inch of you," said Ivy, in a calm voice. "I've got nothing against fat people, but almost every lesbian I meet is trim. It must be all the sex that keeps them skinny. You're just so deliciously slender, I could eat you up!"
"Aww, thank you, darling," said Kimmie, "It goes without saying that you're a hard body too. The type that graces women's magazines."
The video had Emmie fucking Gabby with a dildo now. Gabby was so into it, saying over and over "Harder now, aahhhh go deeper, oohhhh that's it you lesbian whore."
Emmie and Ivy got into bed and started kissing one another once more. Kimmie went for Ivy's breasts, twisting the nipples and kissing them all over. Every thirty seconds or so she looked in Ivy's face and saw how carried away she was. Ivy would say things like, "Shit, that's a good girl, love my titties, oohhhh" or "Don't be shy; slap them, my titties can take it, aahhhh."
On the screen, Gabrielle switched places with Emmie, and was now the "fucker." But Ivy did not notice; she was now too into her lovemaking with Emmie, too turned on by Emmie.
She showed her top tendency, although, like Emmie, she was a true switch.
"OK, get in the middle of the bed and I'm going to make you cum, sweetie," said Ivy. And just like that she became dominant in bed. Emmie was compliant and moved to the middle without a sound as she was commanded by Ivy.
Ivy at first sniffed deeply her lover's scent, and intoxicated, began to fuck her with her tongue, taking a long lick from her asshole to the top of her clit. Then she used her thumb to tweak the clit while eating her pussy with her mouth, tongue, and lips.
"Oh my god, it's so good," she said.
Emmie had become a swamp: the bowl of her asshole, her pussy, and her clit were equally moist. There was a heady mixture of pre-cum and saliva just saturating her lady parts. Ivy swallowed some of it and it was good. She got her fingers soaked with Emmie's juices and offered it up to her lover.
"Mmm, I taste good," Emmie said. "You really know what you're doing. Your mama has taught you well."
"Mmm Hmm," said Ivy, liking Emmie's assessment.
"I was right, she is `beyond high school'," thought Emmie. "Her loving equals the twenty and thirty-somethings I have known."
Ivy took a break from eating her cunt, and kissed her way up to her tits. She proceeded to motorboat the area between her tits. The precious flesh responded, it seemed, with Emmie noticing her nipples straining due to the attention. She was so excited that the wunderkind of the high school scene was so into her.
Ivy had two fingers going in and out of Emmie's gash, not taking a break. Emmie, for her part, was getting a tingling sensation. "Oh, it's coming quickly, and it's going to be big," she said.
Ivy began to work her magic on her ass, pushing a finger in gently at first, then twisting it and taking it out. Emmie groaned loudly.
"Oh fuck, more of that, aahhhh, my sweet," she said.
That was music to Ivy's ears, and she stayed heads down, occasionally looking into Emmie's eyes, seeing nothing but love and lust in those beautiful blue orbs. She moved up to kiss Emmie's face and her mouth but returned to her cunt and ass.
"I'm glad we're so orgasmic, aren't you darling girl?" said Emmy. "I'm so glad I, aahhhh, I took a chance with you the other day. Uunghhhh."
"Yup, a match made in heaven," said Ivy. "I want only you, Emmie. I don't want any high schoolers." That seemed to Emmie the magic words.
"You are so young at heart, my love," Ivy said.
Emmie was cumming gradually, and then suddenly.
"Oh my god, I'm cumming," she announced.
That was music to Ivy's ears, who then jammed her middle finger all the way into her ass and wiggled it around. Emmie erupted.
"Oh Wowwww...Jesus Fucking Christ, Aahhhh, Aahhhh, Oohhhh," she cried. Ivy continued her her sucking of her pussy and jilling her clit until Emmie made her stop.
"No more, Aahhhh, please, no more," Emmie said. "Shit girl, you've made me cum so hard," and she rolled away, making unintelligible sounds. Ivy didn't let her off the hook completely but kept her hands on her girlfriend just to keep in contact with her. Eventually, she patted her pussy, saying
"That's my pussy; way to go," and scooched up beside her, putting her arm around her and pulling up a sheet to cover them while they napped. She put both their heads on a pillow and was quiet for quite a while.
Sex in the Church
Emmie drove into a side parking lot at the church and parked near the back. They had been talking about their "church caper" for two weeks, and now it was time to perform. They sat in the car silently for a few minutes, listening to a short rainstorm that rolled through the region.
"Ready?" she said when the rainstorm abated.
"I think so, but I'm pretty nervous," said Ivy. "Let's make out a bit before we go in; it will calm me down." The two women kissed and rubbed each other's breasts and pussies through their pants for a minute or two. This went a long way to helping Ivy relax.
"What's the worst-case scenario?" said Emmie. "We get caught with the strapon out and having sex. We are directed to leave the premises. We won't have any ID on us, and we walk away, embarrassed, but none the worse for wear."
"Of course you're right. It will be fine," said Ivy. "The Catholic Church, even though they're wrong on lesbians, is the most forgiving sect out there."
Emmie was packing an 8" strapon, neatly tucked away in her fashionable dark blue warmup suit. She had ordered it online at Macy's for the occasion. She wanted tonight to be perfect.
"I know," said Ivy. "It's just so sneaky."
"Yes. But we want to have a story to tell our little girls when they're older. It's going to be fine." said Emmie.
Ivy breathed in and out, slowly and deeply. This helped her calm down.
"Again, if we're approached by a churchy person, we're just new to the area and looking for somewhere to worship," said Emmie. "I don't know why they would ask two gorgeous girls like us to leave, but let's not put up a fight."
They had chosen this parish because it was close to home. They were just going to sit close to one another and talk quietly. They had the strapon in case the church seemed as quiet as it appeared.
There was no one around, and the large nave was empty. There were about twenty candles lit in one corner and a soft light shone on the altar. They picked a pew against the far wall. They would not be noticed by anyone entering the rounded nave until they were up near the altar.
"Sure has the smell of a Catholic church," whispered Ivy.
"Yes, and it's so dark," said Emmie. It seems like all the doors are over there." She pointed to the area across the room from where they were sitting.
The nave was a large rectangle, with the pews making a semi-circle around the altar. They were about twenty feet from the altar.
"It's already seven thirty, so it seems like there is not going to be anything going on tonight," whispered Emmie into Ivy's ear.
"Yeah, and it's fall, so it's already dark outside," said Ivy. "So there is no light to speak of in the windows."
"Maybe we just sit here quietly, and then, if either of us is horny, we can make out, and go from there," said Emmie.
"Sounds good," said Ivy. "I love you so much, Emmie."
The two adventuresses sat quietly and practiced breathing like they agreed to last night. They were so calm, and their low blood pressure was dropping too. Yet, a corner of their minds was on high alert for any sound. But there was no sound to be heard in the nave; dead quiet.
After seven or eight minutes, Ivy turned toward Emmie and licked her face.
"Hehe, what was that for?" Emmie said.
"For nothing, and everything. We're wild girls," whispered Ivy.
"I know, this is crazy," said Emmie. "Forget our girls, we'll be talking about this with our girlfriends next chance we get, hehe."
"Truth or Dare," said Ivy. "Have you ever made love with a girlfriend at your parent's house while they were home?"
"Dare," said Emmie.
"All right," said Ivy. "You have to make love to me right now. With the strapon in your purse."
"Hey, we've only been here eight minutes," whispered Emmie.
"Sorry, there's no going back on a dare," said Ivy.
"OK, but if someone comes, we've got to instantly put our clothes on, even if we're in the throes of an orgasm," said Emmie.
"Deal."
Emmie got up and lowered her pants, exposing the strapon from its lair. She cinched the strapon tight on her hips. She fished a small bottle of lube from her pants pocket and spread some on the strapon. Then she had Ivy stand, drop her jeans and panties, and bend over the pew, exposing her sex. Emmie lovingly spread a dollop of lube along her crack, her fingers penetrating her for a bit, eliciting a rise from Ivy.
"Ooh, that already feels so sexy," Ivy said. "I'm now very relaxed."
The two forgot about where they were. They'd been together for two months now, and the bloom was not off the rose. If anything, their ardor was getting hotter. They were in love, madly and truly.
All lubed up, Emmie entered her with purpose, and within four or five strokes Ivy was pushing back, her cunt accepting Emmie's thrusts, her hips gently matching Emmie's rhythm. They'd been at it for six or seven minutes when they both started listening. All they heard was their breathing and the steady shishpow of their groins meeting. Emmie gathered Ivy's long black hair and continued to pound away.
"I can't stop, ughhhh, now, even if someone, ughhhh, comes," Ivy said.
"Don't worry `99', I have control of the situation," Emmie said. She was referencing Agent 99, the beautiful and sexy Barbara Feldon from the hit TV comedy Get Smart in the 60's. They had fallen in love with the show and with `99'. The two giggled quietly at the inside joke.
"God forgive us," Ivy said. "But we're gay, aahhhh, and we're human beings. The church is a place for love. I'm like Mary Magdelene, aahhhh, your lover. And, you are like Jesus, doing me in God's House.
"What? You'll have to explain that to me," said Emmie. "Later." Emmie was now taking a break and tugged on Ivy's hair for a kiss, a sloppy lover's kiss.
"Aahhhh, I already have a tingle, and it's big," said Ivy. "Aahhhh, oohhhh." She was so turned on. Emmie continues the steady strokes.
"Ooh, I'm cumming," Ivy whispered. "Aahhhh, Goddam it, I'm cumming hard." Emmie kept up the pace, still using Ivy's hair to connect to her in the musty, dark church. The minutes passed.
Ivy stifled a cry and slumped forward farther into the pew in front of them. She was done. She stayed in that position with both of her hands on the seat, breathing hard.
Suddenly, another light came on in the church. Emmie quickly removed the strapon from her pussy and tucked it in her pants. She had also worked up a sweat fucking Ivy, and she produced a small towel from somewhere, wiping her face and passing it to Ivy. Ivy sat down, and the two lovers sat back down, looking for a book to give them some legitimacy.
A woman had entered the nave, still not seeing our heroes, but walking resolutely to the altar, just twenty feet away. Ivy just then made some type of loud noise, still coming down from her orgasm and the woman looked at the two. She stopped and stared.
"There is a choir rehearsal beginning in ten minutes. You're welcome to stay for it," she said. The pretty blonde took a few steps toward them and sniffed. By this time she was only about ten feet away.
"Or, maybe you'd better leave. I wouldn't want you to get into any kind of trouble. I know how it is."
The two lovers blessed themselves and got up to leave.
"If you want someone to talk to, who understands, you can call me any time. Just call the church between ten and noon, and leave a message for Barbara. I'll call you right back. Maybe we can get together."
With that, she walked away and disappeared into one of the rooms across the church.
Ivy and Emmie both kneeled out in the aisle and left the church. They quietly walked to their car, greeting a couple of choir members they passed on the way out of the church.
Decompression Time
Ivy and Emmie drove slowly back to Emmie's condo. They were silent, each of them processing what just happened.
"God, that lady was an angel, methinks," said Emmie. "Who knows, maybe she was gay, too. The way she sniffed, smelling our arousal. That was a close call."
The two were safely back at the condo, sharing a bottle of cabernet. It was about 8:30 and they were recalling the evening, rejoicing in the fact that they had done it, searching for religious parallels to their "sinful" actions.
"Babara. Barbara. The only Barbara I've ever met," said Ivy. "She knew, and she let us off the hook."
"Well, we got what went for. A story to tell our baby girl. I don't think I want a repeat of the evening though."
"Me either, but it was life-changing," said Ivy. "I'm just so confident now in being a dyke and making love to you and time, any place. And I like the church more."
Two weeks later they invited Barbara to their condo and asked her the obvious question as they sipped wine in the living room. She was thirty-one, hot, and single.
"Yes, I knew you were fucking," Barbara. "That's why I recommended you leave. It's also why I just disappeared for a few minutes. I had to rub one out and I came explosively in the bathroom. The choir, a group of women that I love, sensed there was something up with me. But I kept your secret."
She was, in fact, gay, and she stayed the night. The three of them had slow sex for a long time, and Barbara was in her element. Emmie used the strapon that she had on that night in the church, and it was the butt of some jokes. Barbara became one of their best friends.
Our heroes joined the fairly liberal community at the church and everyone knew that they were gay, but never a word was spoken about that night, except with the gay choir members that they picked up to party with. The two of them attended mass regularly from that point forward, either as a couple or with Ivy's mother and girlfriend.
Two years later Ivy was pregnant via a sperm donor, a handsome priest they'd gotten to know at the parish. She was a senior at St. Mary's Academy, nearing graduation. Ivy and Emmie were ecstatic and named their little girl, Barbara.
Ivy and Emmie were married in a small private ceremony. Barbara and the priest were honored to attend.
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