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MISSION INTERRUPTED
Chapter III
No one had been living at the elders' house in Window Rock for about a month, not since the president had moved the two missionaries who were there to another, more remote area where local branch leaders had requested some help.
The place smelled dusty and a little mildewy, so I opened the windows as Elder Lopez lugged his belongings in. We said little, still unnerved by what had happened on that ridge. I longed to tell Elder Lopez how much it meant to me, but that would open a door I needed to keep shut.
The cupboards were bare, so we made a quick run to the grocery store and then ate some supper. Elder Lopez went into the other room while I cleaned up. After a while, he walked out again.
"Are you ever going to talk to me again," he said quietly. I turned around and met his eyes, which looked so hurt, so sad.
"I guess we need to talk now," I began, instantly wishing I'd chosen better words. "I don't figure I can pretend that I didn't like what happened or that I didn't want it to. I know you felt what I did weeks ago. I don't think we have to say the words, but, well ... "
This time he looked away. "I wanted to do something with you ever since we met," he said slowly. "You did too, you know it."
"But I need to get through my time and I don't know ... " I said, trailing off. "We're playing with fire in a lot of ways. With our feelings for each other, with this mission thing. I just don't think ..."
"Fine," he said. "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."
He walked out and after a few minutes, I heard the water running. I was miserable. I knew I'd hurt him, but I also knew what he said was true: I wanted that to happen as much as he did and now that the door had been opened, I wasn't sure we could close it again.
When I heard the water turn off, I went into the bedroom and found some clean garments. When Elder Lopez walked out in his, I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I turned the water on, stripped and stepped under the hot water, feeling it wash away the day.
I lathered up and without thinking, began carressing my chest, my nipples, then felt my hand trail down to my cock, which grew as I closed my eyes and thought again of those amazing moments of passion on that ridge. I stopped and got out of the shower quickly, pulling on my cotton garments.
The bedroom was empty. I stood there for a few minutes, then walked into the other room. Elder Lopez was sitting on the couch, listening to music with his walkman. I stood there and looked. He wore mesh garments, which set off his dark skin in such a sensual way, peaking through the tiny holes. I could clearly see his cock, that hot shaft that only a few hours ago was inside me.
I shivered. I felt something I'd never felt before. I took a few steps closer.
"I ... I ... uh ... I don't know how to say this," I said. "It wasn't supposed to happen. But your eyes ..."
I looked at him, then walked over to the couch. I kneeled on the floor in front of him and put my head on his chest. I felt his hands caress my head, my face, felt a finger trace my lips. Neither of us said anything. I didn't want this to be so urgent, so hurried. I wasn't sure I wanted this to happen at all, but I couldn't stop.
I sat up on the couch and pulled him to me, kissing him as I wrapped my arms around him. We kissed, deeply. I sucked on his bottom lip, ran my lips and tongue down his chin, to his neck. My hands were everywhere at once, running up and down his chest, his shoulders, his arms. We wrestled awkwardly on the couch until he broke away, stood up and led me to one of the beds.
We stood next to it and kissed again. I pulled him close and then pushed him on to the bed. We rolled over. I was on my back. I opened my legs and then wrapped them around his waist and pulled him to me. Our legs tangled and I could feel his cock against my thigh.
He put his hands on my stomach and slowly pushed my garment top up, his hands just grazing my skin as he moved, sending more chills through my body. I helped them pull my top off, then pulled his off. I pulled down down and felt our bare chests together
Our hardening cocks ground into each other. We rolled over again and somehow pulled off our garment bottoms. We were naked now. He was so beautiful, so hot. I remembered from before how little hair he had on his body and I savored the smooth skin as we kissed and explored each other with hands and legs.
I reached down and grabbed his hard cock. I stroked it and then pulled it next to mine until I was stroking both together. He moaned and pushed me back until he could get to my nipples. He ran his tongue around him and then gave each of them a gentle nip, then a rougher one. I moaned and thrust my hips toward his.
He rolled on his back. I leaned in and kissed him roughly, then sat up, astride his body, our cocks meeting again. I stroked them together as I stared into his eyes, which were ablaze with passion. He wriggled as I squeezed our cocks together.
I ran my hands through his bush, then slowly, ever-so-slowy, ran them up his body, rubbing in circles, first with a feather-light touch, then with more pressure. I squeezed his nipples as my hands worked their way up and he moaned again. I caressed his face, then leaned in and kissed him, deeply. He threw his legs around my ass and begin pushing outward with his hips, his cock rubbing mine.
I reached down and found his ass. I pushed a finger against his asshole and he moaned loudly. I massaged him there, slowly increasing the pressure. He squirmed and whispered, "yes!" as I began to thrust against him.
"There's ... some vaseline ... in my ... bag... by the window," he gasped. I leaped up and rummaged in the bag til I found it. My cock was hard, standing up, swaying as I walked back to the bed.
"Are you sure," I said huskily.
He nodded and looked at me. Those eyes. I wanted him. I dug out some vaseline and ran a little up and down my cock, then pushed some against his asshole. I pushed one, then two fingers in, moving them in and out and around, trying to loosen him a little and work the lube around.
"Now! Now!" he cried.
I lifted his ankles to my shoulders and leaned into him, pushing my slick cock toward his asshole. I pushed and pushed, slowly, until I felt the head ease in. He groaned and winced, but made it clear he didn't want me to stop. I pushed in more and more, shivering as I thought of our coupling. Finally, I was in. I paused for a minute, then began to pump, slowly and deliberately, in, out, almost all the way, then back in.
He writhed on the bed as I fucked him. He kept his eyes on mine and I felt a connection I didn't know was possible. I began stroking his cock in rhythm to my thrusts. I felt my hard cock slipping in and around inside him and I got more and more aroused.
I could tell I was close and I could tell I probably couldn' prolong it much. It had been so long in happening and it felt so ... so perfect. I thrust my cock one last time as I began to shoot. I held my cock against him as my cum filled his ass. He yelled out and then I did too.
I kept stroking his cock and within moments, he was shooting his second load of the day. I splashed onto his chest. It kept coming, just as I did. I pulled out and fell on top of him, pulling him over on to me, feeling our slippery bodies together. I kissed him deeply and felt every inch of him against me.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, just soaking up our warm nakedness.
"Probably we need another shower," I suggested. He smiled and looked at me. I followed them as we walked into the bathroom. Just as I was closing the door, I heard a knock at the front door. I wondered who it could be so late, especially since we just got here. I scrambled for a sweatshirt and sweatpants, leaving Elder Lopez to clean up.
I opened the door and found a tableau of wide grins pasted on what I surmised quickly was a mother, a father and three kids. I stammered a "hello."
"Welcome, Elder," the woman said. "We're the Martindales. We live just up the hill. I clean the church and take care of the grounds. We're also the unofficial missionary parents. You're going to be seeing a lot of us now that you're here!"
I smiled weakly and as I opened the door wider, I heard a voice behind me.
"Are you coming or not, Elder? I'm wai ... " Elder Lopez stopped in midsentence as he rounded the corner. He stood in the hallway naked, holding a towel, which he hurriedly wrapped around himself. I hoped the Martinedales couldn't see the cum drying on his chest.
"And I guess," Mr. Martindale said, with a nervous chuckle, "that we'll be seeing ... a lot of you ... "