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"Foresake Satan?" I said tantalizingly, my arms at my sides as I rubbed my slender body against his cassock and looked up at him with my wide, innocent eyes. Do you really want me to give up this life of sin ... right now, Father?"
"Curse you!" he shouted. His gnarled hands grabbed my bare shoulders as his mouth roughly covered mine. His tongue attempted to enter my mouth, but I kept my teeth closed shut. His craggy face went to my neck, nibbling and kissing it. I enjoyed his rough hands caressing my bare, sensitive shoulders and his mouth on my neck sending chills all through my body ... right up until I sharply kneed Father Kincaid right in the groin and watched him fall to the carpet on his hands and knees, gagging and retching like he was going to throw up.
I picked up my hat and put it cutely atop my blonde head, then I picked up what was left of my dress and tossed it over Father Kincaid as he suffered.
"Fuck you," I said to him as I sensually buttoned up my trenchcoat, "you son-of-a-bitch."
I left the ancient priest clutching his groin and making gurgling noises in the fetal position. I enjoyed the clicking sound my high heels made as I walked through the church and out into the brisk sunshine. Despite old Father Kincaid's semen still being in my body, I felt fresh and feminine as the chilly wind whipped around the bottom of my trenchcoat.
An hour later, I had changed back into my suit, washed the eyeliner, lipstick and makeup off my face and stashed my hat, shoes, panties, bra and trenchcoat temporarily in the garage. I would fetch them tonight after Mom and Dad were asleep. After walking in through the front door, I told Mom about the internship and asked whether she and Dad could meet with Mr. Drummond tomorrow morning. She said she would talk to Dad when he got home from work, but that it sounded like a wonderful opportunity.
I went up to my room and thought about the days to come. Dr. Phillips was still expecting me to meet him this coming Saturday in front of the same church that I had just left. I wondered how mad he would be when I stood him up, and smiled at how mad Father Kincaid would be if he saw me in his church for the marriage ceremony.
I took off all my clothes to take a shower. On a whim, I went to the back of my closet and pulled out another item I had purchased yesterday at the mall along with the trenchcoat, little black dress, shoes and bra. I held up in front of me in the mirror the darling, sexy, backless pastel halter gown that I purchased just in case I changed my mind about going to the wedding. I felt a little bad about not showing up when Dr. Phillips would be waiting for me Saturday night. But then again, he did blackmail and drug me. On one hand, it would be delicious to see Father Kincaid's reaction to seeing me. On the other hand, Dr. Phillips was a loathsome human being.
On still another hand, it really is a gorgeous dress ... and it would look so good on me,
End of Part 10. (To be continued.)
- COMMENTS
Joscelyn2tgalmost 11 years ago...Anon but I disagree, the essence of erotic fiction is NOT the juxtaposition of 'opposites', serving to accentuate the sexual polarity of the protagonists (nice work if you can find it)... it is taking the reader into your own head to try and share the erotic experience you are feeling, or have experienced yourself. My criticism was on the constant use of a particular setting and experience for billie. Now, there is absolutely nothing wrong with exploiting such 'juxtaposition' for the added experience of the reader, and I didn't even mind after the 3rd or 4th time it was used (if, in fact oberon is actually doing that, which neither one of us of really knows), but any literary idiom can get 'old'. And as long as I'm at it, it would also help a great deal to add a few more tags for the story than just 'struggle'. However, those criticisms are small potatoes next to the incredible writing talent that they obviously have to draw on. And I hope I made that very clear. Perhaps I did not, so allow me to say again, oberon is a unique and amazing writer of erotic fiction and has managed to bring me directly into their world and appeciate the delicate descriptions and erotic manifestations that only good writing can produce. I gave this 5 stars and have fav'd the story, and I also look forward to more from this writer, as they have been given a wonderful talent.
BJGoodheadalmost 11 years agoI do agree with Jocelyn that "Billie" seems to have run into a disproportionate share of older, unattractive, hypocritical, and sexually "perverted" men recently.
However, Billie's experiences as a woman have begun with Mr. Wallace and it would seem that he associated with other men with similar views and outlooks as he had.
Only the priest seems to have been an unanticipated situation, yet Oberon writes convincingly of Billie's experience and how she handles it.
I have favorite-ed this story and will look forward to more in the future. Can't wait to see what happens in Chicago. And if Billie happens to meet a nice guy in the future, so what. I can't see how that would either advance the storyline or tell us anything meaningful about Billie's self discovery and awakening, unless that is, our princess has a fairytale ending in store for her...
Anonymousalmost 11 years agoI suggest Joscelyn that you may be missing the point. The essence of erotic fiction is the juxtaposition of 'opposites', serving to accentuate the sexual polarity of the protagonists. This Oberon, the author, understands all too well as she contrasts the 'beauty' with the 'beast' - hence the disparity in age as well as physique and the psyche (so Billie's 'rapists' are brutish and uncouth and, so far in this epic, the only plausibly 'presentable' male is the genial, but, so far, unresponsive 'MrD'). Oberon writes with a passionate erotic sensitivity that lifts her writing far above much of what is generally termed 'tg fiction' . This seems to be Oberon's first attempt at a sustained narrative and she shows an original mastery of plot, character development and a real flair for keeping the reader 'on tenterhooks' and yearning to read the next instalment ... the hallmark of all successful authors of fiction. In my opinion, we should be grateful that Oberon is posting her stories free, instead of charging as she could well do by using the Amazon kindle application .
Joscelyn2tgalmost 11 years ago...And its kept me perusing the chapters as they've come out. The first ones seemed pretty brutal, but these later ones have gone into issues that are certainly near and dear to my heart, and it has made Billie a much more three dimensional being. The whole "date night" setup was very original and unique. What happened to the priest was appropriate, but the corrupt old fart scenario is getting just a little old now, is every male in town over 50 a demented pervert? Handy for the storyline, just getting a bit tired for the plot. Thanks for sharing billie and looking forward to this chicago 'job' chapter.
