Sex with a Ghost 1&2

The office walls were covered with grey and ivory wallpapers and motivational photography with silver frames. It had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. In a corner, the air conditioner was blasting at medium. A bookshelf was in the other corner, with yet another stack of papers under a paperweight that was shaped to look like a tuft of grass. A few pens were lying on the papers, but some had fallen onto the top of the bookshelf.

I was seated behind the grey mahogany desk studying the word of the Most High when suddenly, my thoughts shifted from the word to Heaven and how things ended between us the last time we had sex. Before that day I was celibate, never really thought of sex or a woman in that way. That night in the company of Heaven unlocked the want for intercourse, her refusal afterwards only intensified my desire and want for it.

Still lost in thought, there was a soft knock on the door. Wondering who it was, I said in an undertone.

"Please, come in"

The door gave way slowly and Stella, my secretary came in wearing a smile that could bring any man down to his knees. In an angelic voice, she greeted.

"Good evening, Pastor!" taking a slight bow.

"Evening, my dear" I responded, surprised to see her. Stella was a committed and passionate member of the body of Christ. She came to church early and was usually the last to leave. Sometimes, it flogged my imagination trying to comprehend how such a beauty with a great body that can instantly make a man hard, would dedicate all her time to God. Not so many young ladies of these days would; I respected Stella for that reason and made such she knew that.

"Can I sit?" she asked distorting my thought process.

"Oh, yes. Please do sit down"

"Thanks" she sat down on the chair on the other side of the desk.

"You haven't gone home?"

"No, I wanted to see you for prayers"

As she spoke her breasts danced on her chest and I couldn't take my eyes off them. I felt blood racing down to my dick. That was so ungodly and I immediately knew I had to warn her.

"Stella" I stumbled as her eyes lit up in expectation, "Do you know you are not properly dressed?"

Her smile hurriedly died from her lips. "What is wrong with my dress?" she asked innocently, running her hands over her breasts unconsciously.

"Nothing" I found myself saying, "But would Jesus want you to dress so…so seductively to visit his son?"

Stella's face fell in embarrassment. Few seconds after, I could hear her sobbing; she raised her tears washed face and said

"I thought Jesus looks at our heart and not what we are putting on?"

"Yes, he looks only at our hearts but he is also against indecent dressing" I paused and watched as she cried. "You can seduce and lead someone to sin with this…" I said in a calm voice. For some strange reason, I couldn't hurt her feelings with my words. But that made things worse as she began shedding tears which were followed shortly by sobs. At my seat, I wondered what was so wrong that I had said.

"I…" she choked on her tears, "I came here dressed like this because…" she wiped some tears off her eyes with her left palm, raised her head and fought back the tears but it kept pouring.

"I… I love you. I want you… and I thought you wanted me too because of the way you look at me during service and your care towards me…" she said with her head still buried.

I was lost for words, surprised and confused. I love her of course, but just like a sister in Christ. I cared for everyone in the body of Christ, it is basically my responsibility. I looked at everyone the same way too. She must have gotten those ideas from elsewhere. Telling her all that will certainly crush her spirit, and I just couldn't afford to do that. So I stood up and crossed over, sat beside her and place a hand over her shoulders, comforting her.

"Oh, Stella!" the words paused in my throat. I couldn't lie to her that I love her back. But God knows I wanted to touch those breasts dangling as she cried.

"I have been such an idiot" she blurted out.

"No, you are not" I assured her and stroking her hair softly. My eyes still buried in those breasts. Sitting close to her I had a full view of her amazing cleavage. The thought of those firm nipples in my mouth and her soft moans in my ears made my dick harder than the rod Moses used in parting the red sea.

"Yes, I am!" she asserted. "I am a sinner!" sobs wracked her whole body.