The Final Prayer
It was Sherri coming over to give me the news of what had transpired after I left Sunday. She told me that the deacons and the elders had decided that they could not condone my unrepentant actions and had decided to revoke my membership to the church. Sherri then asked if we could say one last prayer together. We knelt upon the prayer rug and prayed for guidance on my spiritual journey.
After the last Amen, I looked up and gazed into Sherri's eyes and noticed the mist of a tear that she was holding back. I reached over and softly stroked her cheek and told her to not worry that I would be fine. As the teardrop fell I reached across and dried her eye. Then she leaned in for an embrace. The embrace led to a deep kiss. It was the type of kiss that lovers give each other when they know they must part and the remembrance of the kiss must last a lifetime.
We slowly undressed each other taking time to remember every nuance of our bodies from the hardening of our nipples to the smell of our musk to the taste of our sex. When we gave ourselves to one another, it was with abandon; a surging of emotion and pleasure that could never be forgotten.
From a deep kiss I journeyed from her mouth to the nape of her neck as I moved downwards a soft moan escaped her lips. As I gently moved down to her breasts and suckled her nipples the moans grew and when I tasted the sweet nectar of her mound, she thrashed wildly lost in ecstasy losing herself in the moment. As the waves of passion overtook her, she turned her attention to my pleasure and knowing my needs and desires as well as she did, she mixed the pleasure with pain. As she took one nipple into my mouth, she twisted upon the other. She alternately kissed and nipped her way down my stomach and reached my pussy devouring it. The pleasure grew and grew as I begged for release. At the point of my climax she slapped my ass and inserted her finger in my anus. I could take no more and flooded her face with my juices.
Afterwards we did not speak as if our actions meant more than mere words could ever express. I watched as she walked down the drive and got in her car. She waved as she drove away giving me her final goodbye. Just as she had rounded the corner out of my sight, Pookie and the boys drove up. Pookie looked upon my face and could see the traces of my sorrow. He asked me if everything was going to be alright. I simply folded into his strong arms knowing that all would be well in the end.
So the die is cast and my ties are broken, Now for good or ill, the journey begins. Ta-Ta's for now.