Journeys
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Having been disowned by my parents, told to leave and never to darken their door again, I had very few possessions and even less money. With tears in my eyes, I stepped through the door. Looking back, I now see it was not the exit door which I thought it was at the time. It turned out to be the entrance to the life and love I so desperately needed.
I had no idea where I was going, nobody seemed to care. This was a Friday afternoon. I took the train to the next city, disembarking, I wandered around, now in an unfamiliar area. I passed by a building where singing came from.
It was joyous singing, claiming the gospel. I stopped and listened, cold and hungry. With nothing else to do I stepped inside. Unnoticed, I sat at the rear of a small gathering of worshippers. At least I was warmer inside.
The meeting went on for just over an hour. As it concluded, I shifted uneasily. People socialised with each other, everyone seemed happy and so alive. As I got up to leave a friendly, middle-aged lady stopped me. She introduced herself as Pastor John's wife, Sharon and we shook hands.
She was nice, very gently asking if I had enjoyed the service. Not knowing what to say, tears started to flow from my eyes. She just looked at me, still holding my hands. "My child please tell me your troubles."
The only words that escaped my lips were, "I have no where to stay, I have no one, I must go."
She held onto me, guiding me to a smaller room at the side of the building. It was here I noticed how pale blue her eyes were. Feeling comforted by her, I told her what had happened, that my family had banished me forever, that I had no job, no home and no friends. Quickly, she corrected me saying, "Yes you have, we have just become friends and you must come home with me and Pastor John".
Pastor John also told me I was welcome and although I tried to refuse their hospitality, I knew I had to stay. Sharon then took me to a room, which she said was mine for as long as I needed it. There was a single bed with a pretty pink duvet on it and on the night stand were two other things - a lamp and a Bible. Sharon smiled and said, "Rest up and I will call you when dinner is ready."
I must have fallen asleep and was wakened by a gentle shaking hand. My eyes opened to be engulfed by Sharon's amazing pale blue eyes. "Dinner is on the table, please join us," she said. Nervously I followed her down the stairs, her shape as she descended the stairs brought a flicker of desire but I quickly dismissed it.
Pastor John stood to greet me. "Please be seated child," he said. Child I thought, I am eighteen but did not push it. A beef hotpot was served with steam rising from an ample sized portion. Pastor John then told me that if I wanted to talk, Sharon would have to be my 'ear piece' as church policy prohibited opposite sex counselling but only when and if I was ready to talk with her.
Over the next few days I shared a lot with Sharon. I told her what had happened at home, my deepest fears for the future and even my sexuality. As a result, our friendship grew. A job was also offered to me by another church member, helping her do small business accounts. I started to feel more relaxed and valued. I saw hope.
Sharon introduced me to the other women in the church but no one questioned me and Sharon became my closest friend. I also joined in the social activities with them. Then one day Sharon told me she believed I was guided to the church. My hand was in hers, it felt so nice. I waited for her to continue, then slowly she said, "The church was a home for all." Her fingers were doing things in my hand, little movements, I barely dared look at her.
Sharon stroked my hair. I was trembling, my breathing became erratic. "We have a special female group," she whispered. "Not even Pastor John knows about it. It is a group of ladies with special needs. I have observed you over the past five weeks and I know you have a place in that group. Will you attend a meeting with them? I will be there as well." I nodded. That meeting was the coming Monday.
That Monday evening Sharon and I left Pastor John at home and walked the short distance to another member's home. On entering I was greeted with hugs and kisses to my cheeks. I felt so at home as we sat and chatted, confessions of either being bisexual or lesbian were shared by all. Then they looked at me. I told them I was gay and they cheered. Sharon kissed me and hugged me. The kiss was to my lips, her warmth spread through me. I held onto her. "My child I have wanted to share this with you from the beginning. You have to swear total discretion to all of us here, can you do that?"
"Yes." I said for all to hear and again a cheer.
I was flushed with excitement. Sharon kissed me again and my body melted. She was in some ways plain but in others so beautiful. As we hugged, I felt her hands move over my bottom, which caused me to press into her body. Other couples were doing likewise. I whispered, "But this is the church."
She just said, "The church is the house of love." She then kissed my neck saying, "We all love you."
Her hand was now on my breast, my nipples stiffening. I questioned us doing this in front of others. Sharon just smiled and said that sharing was good. Her fingers moved under my shirt, that first touch, as her hand cupped my breast, we kissed, our open mouths wanting to devour each other. No longer did others being present matter, soft moans filled the room together with the sweet scent of sex.
My shirt was removed as I submitted to my lover's needs, then my bra slipped from my shoulders. Sharon's mouth found my stiff nipple, sucking on it as my skirt fell to the floor. Stepping out of it, my almost naked body was in full view of everyone, my panties so wet. I knew my 1st Lady wanted them off too. The others, in various stages of undress, moved closer to us. I liked the attention, needed the attention, the change from banishment from my family to total acceptance by my new family. Several hands were on my thighs, which I spread wide, other hands were on my breasts.
My 1st Lady, with those pale blue eyes, smiled sweetly at me as my passions mounted, the undeniable climax getting closer and closer. Sharon's voice softly saying, "Yes darling my sweet darling, let me see your release."
My body was contorting as so many fingers explored my soaked openness, my clit throbbing as I erupted to the best climax of my life ..... so far. I cried, my body needed that relief. My 1st lady proceeded to lick my juices, cleaning me carefully, which only served to excite me again. I climaxed twice more, soaked but so at peace. Blissful satisfaction!
I loved Sharon dearly and the others in that special group. Openness and honesty, being oneself with no feeling of guilt. This was the beginning of an amazing new life for me .......... Only time will tell if I share more of it.
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