The Pastor’s Son’s Girlfriend and the Anointing Oil

I was always the black sheep of the family, the one who says things without a filter and gets furious at hypocrisy until I’m out of breath. As soon as I turned nineteen I left home, or rather, I escaped to the city to breathe and start my career as a kinesiologist. In those years I discovered myself in every possible way, and from the first time I tasted another woman I knew there was no going back.

My parents, conservative and devout to the core, made the kind of scene anyone could imagine when they found out. I thought they’d both have heart attacks. They never accepted it, but they learned to tolerate it in their own way: with Bible verses sent every morning, as if a scripture quote could rewrite what I was.

Before starting my final year, I decided to spend a few weeks back in town. I missed them, though it was hard to admit. The first morning my mother was already on her campaign.

—Are you coming with us to church on Sunday? I was thinking it would do you good…

—Mom, you already know what I think about religion.

—Listen to me carefully, Valeria. If it can’t be the easy way, it’ll be the hard way. You’re going, period. Nobody knows about your things and that’s how it’s going to stay. An encounter with God would be perfect for you.

—No need to yell. And I’m not a little girl you can boss around anymore.

And there I was on Sunday, sitting on a wooden bench, listening to a sermon that bored me to the bone. Until I saw her.

She was one of those beauties that seem straight out of another world. Dark hair down to her waist, pale skin that contrasted with every strand, just the right curves, nothing exaggerated, everything perfect. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Ten scenarios flashed through my head and every one of them ended with me kneeling between her legs.

—She’s gorgeous, isn’t she? —my mother said beside me.

—What? —I replied, nervous.

—Damián, daughter. He’s already a man now.

—Oh, yes, yes… —I answered as disinterestedly as I could manage.

—There’s a spiritual retreat next weekend. You should go. Mara is organizing it, his girlfriend. —And she pointed right at the woman who’d been stealing my breath for the past half hour.

How far was I willing to go just to see her a little longer?

The bad side: having to sit through talk of heaven and hell and who knows what else. The good side: getting to feast my eyes on that beauty for two whole days. Even if nothing happened, that would be enough for me. See you soon, Mara.

***

I had to admit it: I was nervous, and that was new. Just hearing her explain the schedule for the first day had my heart trying to burst out of my chest. I felt like my fifteen-year-old self seeing a pretty woman for the first time. The Valeria from a few weeks ago, the one who flirted shamelessly in any bar, would have laughed in my face.

—Valeria, right? —she asked, coming closer.

—The same —I answered, my voice shaking a little.

—Mara, nice to meet you. —She smiled and held out her hand.

—Likewise. —I returned the greeting, restraining myself with all my might.

—I’m handing out tasks. Want to join the group collecting firewood for tonight’s bonfire? Judging by those arms, it’ll be a piece of cake for you.

She said it with an innocence that sent my mind racing.

—The gym shows a little —I replied with a crooked smile.

—It shows in a good way. You look very good.

I noticed how she blushed and looked away. Could she like me? Impossible. She’s straight, Christian, and has a boyfriend. I’m imagining things.

—Thanks —I managed to say.

—Well, I won’t keep you any longer. If you have any questions, come find me.

***

The sun was cracking the stones that afternoon, so I changed clothes. I put on shorts that hit me mid-thigh and a sleeveless tank top. The years of training had not been in vain, and I knew it.

It was the last trip back with that damned firewood. How much wood did these people need, for God’s sake? It had made me sweat more than I expected. I lifted the hem of my tank top to wipe my forehead and then felt a gaze fixed on me. I looked up and found her: Mara, devouring my stomach with her eyes. Our eyes met and I smiled at her. She didn’t look away right away; she stayed a second too long before returning to her things. I’d kill to know what she was thinking.

The rest of the afternoon was better than I thought it would be. Between games, songs, and a constant exchange of looks with Mara, things were taking an unexpected turn. After the bonfire we went to a small chapel to close the night with the teaching of the day. That part certainly didn’t change: I felt every minute dragging by. Until it finally ended.

Everyone had left. It was around ten o’clock and only she, putting chairs away, and I were left. I needed to get rid of my doubt, get closer, get to know her. She was a mystery and it intrigued me: so devout, so serious, so committed. Something didn’t fit with the way she looked at me, with the desire I thought I could read in her eyes.

—What a day, huh? —I said, trying to break the ice.

—And there’s still so much left.

—Can I ask you something?

—Of course.

—How do you feel being responsible for all this? Do you really enjoy it, or do you do it because you’re the pastor’s son’s girlfriend?

—Wow. First, that’s two questions. And second, you’re pretty direct. —She laughed, surprised.

—Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.

—No, it’s fine. I just didn’t expect that. But I’ll answer you.

We lost track of time talking about a little of everything. She told me she lived under the pressure of being the perfect girlfriend, that running the activities sometimes overwhelmed her, that Damián almost never helped because he was always busy or traveling with his father.

—I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I don’t want you to misread it. I guess I have to get used to this life.

—It’s okay, Mara. Sometimes it’s good to let it out. I’m not judging you.

—Today was such a long day.

—Want a massage?

—What?

—Relax. —I laughed—. I’m a kinesiologist. I assure you a massage will have you feeling like new.

Say yes, say yes.

—I didn’t know you did that. I only talked about myself…

—Another day we can talk about me. Do you accept or not? —I teased.

—Okay, something quick. I don’t want to take advantage.

If only you knew I’m the one taking advantage here.

***

We were sitting on the floor, in front of the altar. I positioned myself behind her and began to massage her neck and shoulders gently.

—You need to relax. You’re so tense. Trust me.

—It’s just that I’m not used to this, sorry.

I leaned close to her ear and whispered:

—I know you’re not used to being touched like this.

She let out a deep sigh. The tension could be felt from miles away. The softness of her skin beneath my fingers, the heat radiating from her body, her failed attempt to keep me from hearing those little gasps: everything was slipping out of my hands. My ragged breathing was giving me away. I wasn’t proud of my lack of professionalism, but I didn’t know if I’d ever have her like this again, all to myself.

—Am I doing it too hard? Usually you use oil. Want it softer?

—No, I’m fine. Wait.

When she stood up I could appreciate from another angle what that dress was hiding: round, firm ass cheeks. Lord, I know we don’t talk often, but thank you.

—Will this oil work for you?

—The anointing oil?

—I guess… —I answered, not quite believing what was happening.

—Perfect.

She went back to her place and took off her blouse, ending up in a bra. I swallowed hard.

—Better like this, right?

—Much better like this —I said, my voice hoarse, unable to hide my arousal for one second longer.

I started massaging her again, this time with all the wickedness in the world, spreading the oil over her back. My hands moved up and down; sometimes I pressed hard, sometimes I barely brushed her. Her skin goosebumped under my touch and her moans grew little by little.

—Valeria… Valeria… —she said, almost choking on the sound.

—Tell me, Mara, tell me —I whispered to her.

—Touch me, please.

That was all I needed to hear.

I unclasped her bra and slid it down her arms. She was still facing away from me. I took her breasts firmly in my hands, pinched her nipples, massaged them while kissing her neck, kisses that turned into bites.

—Oh, God…

—I don’t think God wants to be here —I told her, turning her around so I could have her facing me.

Her eyes full of astonishment, forehead beaded with sweat, breathing out of control, mouth slightly open. She was a work of art.

—You’re fucking gorgeous.

I closed the distance between our lips. I had no intention of rushing; I started slowly, savoring every corner of her mouth. But the lady had other plans and ripped my clothes off with a skill I hadn’t expected.

—Wait, we can’t do this here.

—It’s the only thing I’ve thought about since I saw you —she said, looking me in the eyes.

—Then fuck it all.

***

We finished undressing. I laid her on the floor and my hands traveled over every inch of her body. On top of her, our breasts lined up, our nipples brushing again and again as we kept kissing.

—You’re driving me crazy —I murmured against her mouth.

—Shhh. Just enjoy it. I want this too. —She gave a soft laugh—. I’m not that innocent. I’d already heard the rumors about you, that you liked women. What I didn’t know was that you’d be this irresistible.

—Nice to meet you too, Mara.

For a moment we just looked each other over. Her waist seemed made for my hands, her breasts for my mouth. Her cheeks red, pupils dilated, her wetness already pressing against my thigh.

—I’ve been repressing all of this for a long time. I can’t hold it in anymore —she said, sliding her hand over my stomach, my arms, my face.

—Let’s forget prejudices for today, okay?

—Yes to everything —she answered, melting into a kiss.

I slid my hand down to her center to check how wet she was, and my mouth watered. I started playing with her clit, barely circling the tip of my fingers over it. She moved her hips upward, seeking me, moaning nonstop.

—More… more…

Without saying anything I slipped three fingers inside her. She was so soaked they went in without effort.

—I can’t, I can’t…

—Of course you can. Hold on a little longer —I told her, trapping one nipple with my mouth and thrusting into her without mercy.

—Don’t stop, I’m about to…

And just before she finished, I stopped. Her frustrated face was priceless.

—Why?

—I just want to play a little, gorgeous.

—I’ll kill you.

The roles reversed. Now it was she who was on top, eager for revenge. I felt her fingers slipping inside me.

—You’re hot, soaked, all mine —she whispered, never stopping kissing my neck, pressing her body against mine.

I couldn’t take it anymore, and she finished me off when she started nibbling my earlobe. I felt my lungs run out of air, my belly tightening and clenching around the fingers of that incredible woman. I couldn’t believe she’d made me come like that, so fast, so hard. Her proud smile said it all.

—That was amazing.

Without warning I grabbed her by the waist and sat her on my face. Her swollen sex was the most exquisite thing I had ever tasted in my life. My tongue didn’t stop licking her, sucking her in every possible way, while I squeezed her ass and guided her movements. She started grinding on me harder, her eyes locked on mine. I was running out of air, but if I had died in that moment, I would have died happy.

I pressed my face against her, sped up my licking.

—Yes, yes, yes…

—No one has ever done anything like that to me —she said barely, struggling to form words after reaching climax.

—And there’s still so much left to do to you —I replied, settling us into an embrace on the floor.

And there we were, smelling like sex, our bodies sweaty, our breathing still ragged, on the floor of the chapel altar. It felt like a dream.

We stayed like that for a while, hugging, just feeling each other. If I told you nothing else happened after that night, that she felt guilty the next day, I’d be lying. I lost count of how many times I had her that weekend; lust blinded us completely. What was all this going to turn into when we went back to our routine? I didn’t know. But this addiction to her taste wasn’t going to fade anytime soon.