Nailing Neely Jordan Ch. 04

The thought occurred to her as they set off through the dusk and it struck her as a good one. Maybe Ray did need the society of some of her Christian friends to help re-jig his perspective. And Alton Bridge was helpfully on their route. "Ray, is it okay if we stop off at the church? Jonas is round there finishing off some stuff for the workshop we're doing and I'd love to have a look at what he's come up with. If it's not too late for you..."

Ray seemed a little surprised, but went with the flow. "Sure. He seems a good guy. What's he up to, audio-visuals?"

They chatted off-topic of sex all the way to Alton Bridge -- a considerable relief to Neely. All the lights were off when they arrived at the church, but she recognised the lone vehicle in the car park as Jonas' Ford Mondeo. Ray pulled up on the kerbside.

"You can go inside," Neely pointed out. "You weren't torched by lightening the last time."

"I'll wait here. You go say hello."

"No, come on, it'd be nice for you to meet some of the guys again." She hopped out of Ray's BMW and he followed her through the gates towards Jonas' car. Drum-and-bass was pumping out of it -- probably Leona's choice of music rather than that of the car's owner. Neely ran up to the Mondeo's semi-steamed windows and wondered too late if she had stumbled upon the couple making out.

The "Hey" was out of her mouth the same instant she recognised that much more was going on. Jonas was not set to drive; he was sprawled back on the rear seat more or less stripped, his body a streak of lean muscle. Leona, his coffee-skinned girlfriend, was straddling him in a crouch, butt-naked and proud, mid-fornication. She wasn't just riding Jonas' cock, she had a double-grip on the back seat and was impaling herself on him repeatedly and hard with the brisk motion of her plump ass. It seemed she was determined to take him all the way up inside her on every connection of their loins. The slick frizz of her black hair was dancing all over her shoulders and her generously-curved young body was set off with a glaze of perspiration. Jonas had hold of her tight waist, but had no need to aid her movement, so committed was she to the fuck. His head was flung back and there was an ecstatic grin all over his face, as though he couldn't believe his goddam luck.

Then he became aware of Neely's presence at the front window and his expression turned to one of horror. Leona looked back and squealed in shock, halting mid-slide down her boyfriend's shaft and grabbing a blouse with which to cover up her exposed breasts. "Oh my! Oh God!" Neely recoiled in an embarrassment which mirrored theirs, bumping into Ray who had walked up behind her.

"Everything okay?"

"What? Yes... Please, let's go. Bad timing. Baaaad timing..."

She spun around and set off at a trot for Ray's car, her face burning and her heartbeat an accelerated thump. She did not stop till she got there, then stood frantically waiting for Ray to let her inside.

"You alright?" he asked, concern in her voice.

"Yes, yes I'm fine. Just get me home. Please."

"God," he said, once they were inside. "You caught them fucking, didn't you?"

"Yes!" She snapped the word at him in a sudden brief fury, then looked away, her eyes tearing with lonely confusion. "Yes... I'm sorry, Ray, can you just take me home?"

The journey was silent, Neely's mind numbed by the ungodly vision to which she had been privy. When they arrived outside her apartment block, Ray laid a consoling hand on her arm. "There are worse things, sweetheart," he said. "For a moment back there I thought the Church Car-park Killer had offed another couple."

"Don't joke about it!" She flinched from his touch a moment, then relented, taking his hand. "I'm sorry, Ray, it was just a shock. Look, I can't deal with this right now. I need to be alone. Thanks... Thanks for a lovely evening..." She deposited the briefest peck on his cheek and got out of there. Somehow it seemed even dangerous than before to be alone with Ray Archer, and nothing to do with any change in him.

Jonas... Jonas! Lord, not him! Her stand-up fellow soldier in the fight, the guy who always had her back. When all around were falling and fornicating, aside from the smug marrieds and the interminably single self-righteous, they had each other -- brother and sister in Christ, funny and cool, however chaste. Damn! Shit! Don't do this to me! Oh God, that was why he wanted the youth group kids to be all clued-in and 'street' about contraception. It was nothing to do with concern for their welfare. It was because he couldn't look them in the eye and tell them anything else, now he was fucking his hot nineteen-year-old girlfriend!

Hang on, maybe it was Leona who had lured him into it. Wretched girl. Tempting him away from his Christian lifestyle. Come on, let's do it in the car right outside the church, it'll be really hot. She'd want him to do it in the pulpit next, the little tart...

Neely felt instant shame at the thought. So much for her progressive feminist faith. She was back pointing fingers at Eve and Jezebel and Delilah, those temptresses of God-fearing men. It wasn't like Jonas hadn't been enjoying the proceedings. He'd been having himself a fine old time! And thinking back on all the times she'd seen them together -- the closeness, the knowingness -- she suddenly knew his enjoyment had been going on for months.

She sat in the kitchen, stewing in a sense of her own foolishness. Jasmin was in her own room and seemed content to stay there, which right now was fine with Neely. She had too much else occupying her mind to deal with her roommate right now. How could Jonas have done this? And with her striving so hard to be good with Ray? It took a large glass of Cabernet to slow everything down into a state of melancholy bemusement at the whole sorry mess.

When her mobile rang, her heart leaped again, but it was no surprise to see Jonas' name on the display. She had hardly expected him to stay silent until Sunday. Flipping open the phone, she hurried into the bedroom so that Jasmin might not overhear. Anger was already flaring within her and she could not bring herself to speak first.

"Neely?" None of the regular jaunty nicknames. It was clear that Jonas had not relished making this call. "Neely, look, I'm sorry..."

"Yeah, me too..." She could not prevent the bitterness creeping into her voice.

"I don't know what to say..."

"Well..." She could do nothing else but be frank. "I was kind of hoping for 'It was a moment of madness, we got carried away, it's never happened before and we'll pray for strength that it doesn't happen again...' But I'm guessing you can't honestly say all of that, am I right?"

There was a lengthy pause that filled her with despair. "We've been -- having sex for the past two months. A lot." Neely let slip a forlorn little moan. "Look," he said, "I'm sorry you saw what you did. I know this puts you in a difficult position, the workshops and all..."

"Difficult?" She couldn't fathom what she was hearing. "Impossible, more like! You were going to conduct these evenings and just carry on... carrying on? And you couldn't even tell me? I thought we confided stuff! I thought there was trust between us..."

"Neely, trust is all very well, but this is personal! I don't ask what goes on with you and Ray..."

"Nothing goes on with me and Ray!" she cried, being freer with the truth than she could ever recall. "I'm trying... I'm trying to lead my life so I can feel a little integrity when I'm with the members of the youth group..."

"What, and you think I'm not?" Jonas was defensive now. "You think it's all been a sham?"

"Well no, no I don't, of course I don't, but come on... You're seriously screwing up right now! What are you going to do about you and Leona? Just... Just tell me you're not intending to keep on doing what you're doing..."

Another pause, and this time the reply was less hangdog, more direct. "We've talked it through. And Neely we're not intending to change anything."

Neely was stunned and had to fight for words. "But... But you're a Christian youth leader. Don't you feel... how wrong it is? Don't you feel any shame?"

There was a frankness to Jonas' reply. "You know, I thought I would. But honestly, the main emotion I felt was relief I got laid before my twenty-ninth birthday. It's weird, like a bit of a revelation. I can't lie to you. Look, I care for Leona, we've committed to each other. I..."

"Jonas, she's a college student! It's not even like you're going to marry the girl next week, at least I hope that's not on your mind, she's too damn young..."

"I know that, Neely. It's part of the point. I guess I'm just fed up with waiting..."

"She was still in the youth group when you met her, you were her Youth Leader. Now you're... at it with her in the back of your car! It's wrong on a bunch of levels!"

"She's an adult, Neely, I'm having sex with my grown-up girlfriend, so shoot me!"

"You're flouting the teachings of the Bible, Jonas! Everything we believe! All that stuff we planned for the workshops, did that mean nothing?"

"No, Neely, I still hold to that, the basic principles -- commitment, respect, monogamy..."

"Chastity? Where did that go? How can you just change the rules? How am I supposed to run relationships workshops with you when we're not even aiming in the same direction?"

"I don't know, Neely..." Cavalier as he had been moments before, he now sounded genuinely embarrassed about the whole situation. "Look, we'll talk it through. We'll make sense of it."

"We'll I'm damned if I know how! You've let me down, Jonas, and yourself. And the young people! I'm so mad at you right now, so mad..."

She ended the call still fuming, Jonas insisting that they talk more on Sunday when she'd cooled down, which incensed her all the more. She hadn't calmed moments later when she received a text: YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TELL ANYONE ELSE, RIGHT?

She stabbed the reply angrily into her phone: OF COURSE NOT, YOU BLOODY IDIOT, WHAT SORT OF TELL-TALE DO YOU THINK I AM? She wasn't one of those tattling believers -- I think Jonas really needs our prayers right now, he's really struggling... Neely had always despised that bullshit. But she just couldn't see through the mess her friend had created. How was she supposed to work with him? How could she even cope without his support right now?

Her anger was subsiding into tearfulness when her phone buzzed once more. With alarm she noticed it was Ray. Following that night's conversation and her disastrous attempt to connect him with fellow-Christians, she had no idea how to deal with it. Nonetheless she took the call, swallowing down all sobs before speaking.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself, Neely J. How're you doing? I'm not calling too late, I hope..."

"No, no, you're not... I'm okay, I'm fine." Wow, I'm quite the liar this evening.

"I hope you're not too upset by what happened."

"No, really, it's alright." Why would I be? Just because you now know my Christian friends buck like bunnies along with everyone else... "Don't worry about me."

"'Cos I reckon I know what you're thinking and if I'm right I don't want you to feel that way."

She loved the tenderness in his voice, but dreaded what tender thing he might say. "And what way's that?"

"You're worried I'll get ideas. That whatever Jonas and his girl were doing in that car tonight, I'll be hoping we'll do as well. Because that's not necessarily true. I mean, you know I'd love to be doing with you what they were with each other, but not through some seedy seduction. Only if I knew that was truly what you wanted to do."

It IS what I want! That's not the point!

"But you don't, and that's okay."

Don't you understand? Don't you know how much I want you?

"And one more thing I wanted to say. Don't be too hard on Jonas. He might be a Christian, but he's also a guy. He's got..."

Needs, please don't say needs...

"...Desires. Passion for his girl. And he wants to express it, that's all. You sure you're okay? You've gone all quiet."

"I'm..." God help me, I'm lost... "I'm okay."

"I think somebody needs the use of those massage oils. You haven't cracked them open yet?"

"What?" Sudden panic. "No. No, not yet..."

"God, sweetheart..." She heard apprehension in his voice. "Anytime you get like this, I feel sure you're going to decide it's all a bad idea and dump me."

"No, no, no..." she rushed to reassure. Confusion aside, that was not what she wanted. "I won't, I promise."

"Well that's good to know. Look, I think somebody needs sleep. You rest up and I'll see you next week, okay?"

The care, the concern. The aching sexiness. She basked in melancholy as they signed off and tried to take his consideration to bed with her rather than Jonas' and Leona's greedy lust.

Wine and fraught emotion combined to weigh her down into shallow sleep which never deepened. She was leading a young adults' Bible study at Jonas' house on Christ's parable of the Horny Goatherd. It must have come from one of the Apocryphal Gospels, she thought, as it was not story which she had ever heard. Before she could read it properly, however, she became aware of Jonas and Leona making out furiously on a recliner, he in briefs, she clad only in the most scant red-lace lingerie. Then Jonas was upending her, tearing aside the thin barriers of both their underwear and inserting himself roughly inside her, whereupon he embarked on a hefty rear fuck-action that made her soft bits shudder. "So tired waiting!" he informed Neely with fervour, as he slammed home inside his moaning girl. "And she's such a hot little darling!"

All around her other Alton Bridge couples were following suit, grappling each other clothing-free and starting to copulate. "We've switched denominations!" Jonas yelled in a wild rutting frenzy. "We've all joined the church of St Danny! Come with us! Come with us!"

"So good, so good," urged Leona, as her boyfriend filled her up. "You want this, Neely, you fucking want this... You fucking want some fucking cock..."

Then it wasn't Jonas' living-room, but the dining-hall of a great Gothic castle, with torches blazing in wall-brackets and animal-skin rugs on the floor, on which the orgiastic congregants continued their vigorous carnal pursuits. A figure loomed beside her and turning she saw it was Ray, tuxedoed with bow-tie removed and shirt ripped open, the crotch of his trousers full to bursting with the dramatic swell beneath. She felt exposed before him and realised with a start that she was utterly naked, seated on the end of the long dining-table. "The things I vant to do to you, Neely," he growled, advancing on her slowly. His straining erection was threatening to pop the buttons on his fly and he was reaching across the table for a Lemongrass café white chocolate-chip cheesecake. "I'm going to spread zis all over you, all over you, then I'm going to lick it off you and out of you, till you scream vis pleasure." He shovelled up the melting fondant with one large hand and slapped it onto her stomach, spreading it around, thickly over her breasts and down between her legs as she groaned with helpless excitement. "And zen," he said, plastering cheesecake down the crack of her cunt and fingering it inside, "ven I haff licked you clean, you know vat I vill do next..."

"Yes, yes," she panted, "I know..."

"You know vat I vill put inside you, Neely, you know how hard I vill take you..."

"Yes, I know..."

He continued to feed dessert inside her intimate wet hole with his fingers, as she propped herself up and just watched. "Tell me how much you vant it... Tell me how much, Neely..."

"I want it... I want it..."

"How much?" Filling her up, with sticky, sugary mess. "Tell me..."

"So bad, I want it so bad... God help me please, help me please, help me please..."

She woke, slick with perspiration and her own fingers inside herself rather those of the Germanic Ray. Her heart was beating rapidly and eroticised dread was galloping through her.

"Neely, you okay?"

She started, gathering the bed-sheet closer about her, before she recognised Jasmin silhouetted by the landing light in her doorway. Her petite housemate was dressed in little more than a dark tee-shirt and appeared just as sleep-rumpled as Neely. "Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine."

"I heard you cry out. You scared me."

"Just... Just a weird dream. That's all." She tried to regain her breath a moment. "What about you? Feeling better than this morning?"

"Hmmm? Yeah, yeah, I'm better." Jasmin hovered at the threshold, as though uncertain whether or not to come in, whether or not to speak again. She seemed to pause an inordinately long time, her mouth gaping slightly as though words were trying to make their way out. Then just: "See you tomorrow, Neely. Hope you sleep better."

And she was gone, leaving Neely bemused, along with forlorn, guilty and throbbing for Ray.

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26/6/10 01:15

(excerpt)

...So, roomie Jasmin is keeping a low profile, it seems, and the serendipitous timing of the 'Jonas' incident has only served to push her closer. I'm expecting to earn your forgiveness very soon. The tension was palpable all through the evening and when I called her late... Let me just assure you that she'll be ripe for the plucking within a few short days. Take massage add soft lighting, ambient music and a little liquid loosener, and watch how far I get.

Ray

25/6/10 21:22 PST

Ray --

My forgiveness isn't won quite as easily as the Christian type, let me warn you. Today may have provided you with a lucky break, but you're still on the clock, depending on how good a friend this Jasmin turns out to be. Perhaps her guilty secret is festering away inside her, till she feels desperate to disinfect. Assuming she'll spill, you'd better work at the height of your powers. As things stand, you can't finish this soon enough.

Which is a shame. A cocktail of win and massage oil should give you a fifty-fifty shot, or so it strikes me. But what a tawdry way to finish off the business. Prising her virginity from her under alcohol's treacherous influence. If time were a luxury you still possessed, I'd say wait for her to ask. Make her come to you fresh from church begging for your cock. Let her embrace her slut-nature in the cold light of day, with no excuse to give her God short of her own pure-burning lust. Now that is a seduction of a higher order.

No matter. I'll settle for a basic debauching. Just don't fuck up again. Do what you need to short of outright force and do it soon. Fuck the Jesus-girl, Ray, whatever it takes.

Carlotta.

TO BE CONTINUED