Maggie’s Slutty Reality Ch. 8.1

Hey everyone, things have gotten a little less hectic, especially since I haven't been scheduled for almost 2 weeks now. Which i'm not sure what to think about, in the mean time I've found out that my company will pay for my school, 100% upfront and they also have plenty of volunteer opportunities. Anyways, I should at least have time to write more and work on the audiobook. Hope you all are doing well and pray that I get some hours soon, a girl has to eat and pay for gas.

A few days past without a word from Natalie and I was a little worried that I had been ghosted. I mean, maybe she lost interest and doing stuff with me wasn’t that exciting and a part of me was kind of sad. To get my mind off of it, I tried to spend some more time with my parents and on Sunday, that meant, going to church. When I was little, church put my mind at ease, all mighty power looking over me, being thankful, all of my friends there with me and having our group fun afterwards. Then we’d go to someplace to eat and all hang out. This time, the peace in my mind just led it to other places, I swore our pastor could tell what I was thinking and I was bound to go to hell for it.

With that my mind started falling down the rabbit hole I now created. What would he possibly think if he knew all the things I had done, this was the man that baptized me for god’s sake when I was a baby? What would he possibly think knowing that the girl everyone saw as such an innocent angel was getting gangbanged by countless, faceless men?

Even worse, “oh god,” the words escaped from my lips, getting the attention of my mother for a moment.

“Everything ok dear?” she looked at me rather concerned.

“Just something…funny…that popped into my head.”

“Well, behave, this isn’t the place for it.”

She had no idea how right she was; it wasn’t the sexual thoughts in my head that elicited my concern. It was the fact that I got so used to going without underwear, that I didn’t realize that I hadn’t put on any before heading to church today. Suddenly my conservative dress, was starting to feel not so modest and the once, comfortable cotton material, was feeling very thin on my bare skin and I could feel my body start to react.

You ever feel something and try desperately to try to will it away, but the more you try, the worse it gets. Well, that’s what was happening now, I was trying not to get turned on, but I could already feel my nipples start to harden. Like a domino effect, as my nipples started to get hard, I could feel the moisture start to form between my thighs. As I started to get wet, I swore I could smell my scent coming from my lap and worried that everyone around me could smell it as well. I was so embarrassed and with my arousal heading into overdrive, my face started to feel warm and that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you ok sweetie?” my mom whispered into my ear, “you look a little flushed, maybe you should go to the restroom and splash a little water on your face.”

Any excuse to get out of there seemed like a miracle and without another word I stood up and quietly made my way out and to one of the little rooms in the hallway they usually used for Sunday school. With it being Summer and most families on vacation, they kind of cancelled Sunday school, till most families came back, which for me was great to have a moment to myself. I threw some water on my face at sink and felt a cold chill on my leg and worried that the back of my dress had gotten wet. I didn’t want to go back thinking the material may be transparent or clinging to my bare butt, but there was no way of checking, well without taking the dress off. In my aroused state, I doubt I was thinking clearly enough as I slipped the dress of to check if it was wet and sadly there was a wet spot that formed without me even knowing.

I remembered when I used to go to Sunday school that the teacher would always use a fan over the summer and found it in the corner. I draped my dress over it and turned it on, hoping that it would dry it quickly so I could get back unnoticed. I took at the desk and felt strangely comfortable naked in such a semipublic place, I mean anyone who was here anyways would still be in the service and our Pastor made the longest sermons, so I probably had plenty of time before I had to get back and my mom gets so into them that I doubt she would realize I was gone until we had to leave.

“Here, get in here, we don’t have much time,” I heard a voice, just as soon as I heard the door open and dove into a pile of bean bags and plush toys, praying that I was unseen and covered.

I couldn’t see from the toys over me and where they were, but I could have almost sworn that it was our Pastor’s wife Mrs. Platt.

“Are you sure, won’t your husband realize your gone?”

“No, when he goes on one of his rants, it could be the end of days outside and he wouldn’t notice.”

What the hell is going on here?!?! Was Mrs. Platt cheating on her husband and who was the guy she was with, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t look, I didn’t know if I was more worried about getting caught naked or being the one that walked in on her affair. That’s when they came into view and there was nothing I could do as I watched my Pastor’s wife, sitting up on the desk, spreading her legs with a look I never saw her ever make in all the years that I’ve known her, curling her finger as she was seductively asking this mysterious man to come get her, biting her lip and raising the bottom of her dress up over her thighs. All I could do at this point was hope they didn’t notice me and that I was covered enough if they did.