SOUTHERN CROSS by Nick Armbrister
Javid was a
member of the Catholic Christian church in the sprawling city of Leeds. He was
neighbour and friend to Kenna in more ways than one; he lusted after his female
friend and soon crossed a line by telling her his thoughts. He knew she was a
gothic witch and quite open-minded, how far would she go? He shouldn’t be
having these very un-Christian thoughts but he was human. What would his God
say if he knew?
Moving to
England from America back in the mid 90s, he was a missionary for the Church,
his church, and widely regarded in his community. With a loving, child bearing
wife and mother of their three children, Javid wasn’t alone sharing his home
and life with Diane, his wife of thirteen years. Everything was fine until
Javid gave in to his randy thoughts on his neighbour and friend Kenna. At first
he tried to ignore them and forget about them but there was something lodged in
his brain that wouldn’t go away; his lust for the single parent gothic girl who
lived next door. When he made love to his faithful God fearing wife he always
thought of Kenna and almost cried out her name when he was coming inside his
wife. What would she say if he did so? Would she remonstrate with her husband
for sinning, thinking illegal thoughts and then leave him? Or worse still, report
her husband to his church who would kick him out in shame? He had to be
careful. In his mind he plotted how to get Kenna in bed, even if it was one of
the unholy sins and against everything he believed in. Javid’s own pleasure
mattered here it had been neglected for too long. His brown quiet eyes hid a
cunning mind that would have surprised his wife, if he had admitted to being a
potentially bad husband.
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Kenna was
pissed off; her London penpal of twenty years called Paul had upset her again.
His text messages were getting more abusive and inflammatory. He accused Kenna
of having an affair and of fancying her other penpal of five years, Nigel. This
stemmed from an argument Kenna and Paul had over if they should meet, she
questioned why he was always so pushy and rude, he replied it was because he
was a dominant man. And that he loved her. It was a strange way to show it.
She was having
none of his nonsense and mentioned that her other penpal from Manchester,
Nigel, wasn’t bossy or rude and he would no doubt treat her like a lady and
queen. And on top of that, both shared the same interests of gothic music and
reading. Paul reacted like he was meant to and spat his dummy out, giving Kenna
a small victory and some respect showing she wasn’t a lady to be messed with.
It was at this time Kenna texted her neighbour and friend Javid to come round
so she could talk about her man trouble, he agreed and gently knocked on her
front door.
The two
friends talked for twenty minutes, Kenna explaining in a vexed voice just what
Paul was like and Javid nodding in agreement in the one sided talk.
When Javid
said what was on his mind, it took the blond haired girl by surprise, not
helping her out with the trouble with Paul. He announced rather quickly: “I
think of you when I masturbate Kenna. I have for a while now, I know I mustn’t
due to the church and my religion but I can’t help myself. I just can’t.”
Kenna was
shocked, of all the things she expected to hear, this wasn’t one of them. She replied,
“I’m not sure you should do that Javid. Why think like that of me? I’m just a
single parent of a teenage delinquent son. And you’re married!”
“I know I’m
married and I feel so bad about it. At least you know now though.”
“I’m not sure
it’s a good thing you told me. I don’t know what to say.”
“May I wank
in front of you Kenna please?” he slowly asked catching her gaze.
She thought
it over and replied, “No. Not just yet.”
“May I kiss
you?” he tried. He knew Kenna had been single fifteen years and probably hadn’t
kissed a man in all that time either. It was a huge risk he was running
here.
“Okay, yes
you may kiss me. Only once on the lips,” Kenna agreed blushing slightly. Javid
bent forwards and kissed his friend once on the lips then pulled back.
Kenna hadn’t
expected his kiss to feel so good, even though it was only one time. It was he
who initiated the next kiss, one that lasted longer and brought old hidden
passions she had totally forgotten about to the surface. Her body melted into
Javid’s and she closed her eyes and moaned quietly. For over fifteen years she
had missed this!
Javid let
Kenna kiss him, he was a little shocked that she started this kiss but he
didn’t refuse it, he went along with her. In his pants his cock hardened, he
wanted to place her hand on it. What would she do? It was then his mobile phone
rang and he pulled back startled, what was he doing? His phone rang again and
he looked at the display; it was his wife! He had better hurry home.
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Three weeks
later Kenna was walking up the street where she lived, past the house that
Javid shared with his family. She remembered back to the night when Javid
almost did something so bad to bring his faith, marriage and reputation into
disrepute. How lucky his wife had called ending the strange scene. Hurrying
past the house Kenna made her way home, a few short yards down the road.
Opening her gate she got her keys out of her pocket and fumbled for her front
door key, she was half up her path when she looked up and saw a sight she
didn’t want to see! Oh no there’s Javid
waiting on my doorstep! What the hell does he want? gasped Kenna.
“Hi Kenna, I
thought I’d pop round for a coffee while my wife is at work. You don’t mind do
you?” Javid innocently said smiling.
“Now isn’t a
good time Javid. I’ve got my son’s washing to do and tea to prepare and other
things besides that. So no, now isn’t a good time,” sternly replied Kenna who
wasn’t amused.
“Oh come on!
Just ten minutes, then I’ll go. I promise and you can do your household chores
then,” begged the religious man, almost desperate. He gave the single mum a
hound dog lost look, which was also a sign of manipulation and it worked.
“Oh hell
fire! Okay then, just ten minutes and then I’m kicking you out!” Kenna almost
blasphemed, being won over.
He moved
aside to allow Kenna access to her door and open it, letting them both inside.
She let Javid shut the door and walked into the kitchen, turning the light on
and filling the kettle up for their drinks. Setting two clean cups on the
worktop she put coffee and sugar into each, not bothering to ask what sugar her
friend took. She was a little annoyed at his intrusion and knew he didn’t like
sugar, well I just forgot, plain and
simple!
Sitting down
Javid watched his neighbour do the brews, when she wasn’t looking he looked her
up and down noticing her nice slim figure. In his pants his cock twitched and
grew, he was getting a hard on! He crossed his legs quickly and hoped she
wouldn’t notice; she did!
“Why have you
crossed your legs? Have you got a hard on Javid?” teased Kenna not missing
anything. As if he would stop for coffee, he wanted more than a drink!
“No, no I
haven’t. What makes you think that?” blurted out Javid blushing and looking at
the floor.
“The way you
suddenly crossed your legs so I won’t see your cock going hard coz you’ve been
eyeing me up. That’s why!” she replied.
“Okay, okay.
Yes I have an erection! If you must know I was looking at you when you were at
the sink. I can’t help it, I find you so attractive and sexy and you just gave
me a hard on. Still have!” he whispered looking up.
“There’s your
coffee. Don’t spill any! We don’t want you spilling any and burning your cock
do we.”
“No, I don’t
want to be burnt on my private parts, you’re right Kenna.”
“I’m always
right. I’m a woman; we’re always right each and every time. Is your dick still
hard?” she enquired walking over to Javid and sitting down next to him. If she
wanted to she could check herself, so close were they now.
“Yes it is
still hard Kenna. My cock is still hard!” stammered the religious minister, his
gold cross visible at his neck.
“You better
show me then haven’t you? You naughty boy!” smiled Kenna moving so close to her
friend that their bodies now touched, looking down she saw him uncross his legs
revealing a huge bulge in his chino trousers. A definite hard on!
“Oh...”
gasped Javid when Kenna gently grasped his erect member and felt it. She sized
it up estimating how big he was in his pants. Rubbing his dick brought more
moans from him, his breathing became ragged and uneven and it wouldn’t take
much for him to have an accident in his trousers! Stopping this, she undid his
top button and the three smaller buttons where his zip would normally be and
out popped his cock! It was quite a nice cock considering it was a Christian
one; he had fathered three kids with his wife so it must work!
Oh my God I don’t believe this is
happening! Please make Kenna stop my Lord, I’m your servant and a married
family man! But I do fancy Kenna so much and she’s so sexy! And she has got
hold of my cock!
screamed Javid’s mind going into sexual overdrive. A pleasurable feeling filled
his loins when his lady friend wanked him off, grabbing his six inch shaft
tightly and really letting go on him.
“Oh Kenna
I’ve wanted you to do that for so long! It feels so good...” he groaned closing
his eyes.
“I knew you
wanted me for this, not for a coffee,” laughed his sexy gothic pal, reaching
over to kiss him once.
She continued
to give him pleasure and tossed his cock off; she liked his blond pubes and
smallish bell end. A smile like a cat with the cream appeared on her face, she
giggled naughtily and commented, “It’s a good job you’ve got light coloured
chinos on Javid.”
“Why is that
Kenna? Oh, this feels so good,” asked the minister through half shut eyes.
“Coz when you
spunk up on your pants, your wife won’t see the stains!” explained the witch,
smiling and increasing the speed of her hand. She knew he was almost there.
Bending over she kissed him and closed her eyes, her tongue brushing his lips,
probing inside to taste his warm spit and meet his tongue. Kenna felt his
tongue withdraw so she put hers all the way in and kissed him French style,
long and passionate. In her mind she knew Javid had never been kissed like this
before or tossed off so pleasurably.
“Oh, my wife!
I forgot about her. You must stop!” uttered Javid panicking, thinking of his
dear wife for the first time since this incident started.
“I’ll stop in
a minute my friend; I know you’re nearly coming. You won’t be long now. Don’t
think of your wife, think of me. Like you said, you do when you wank yourself
off so think of me now. Come on big boy!” teased Kenna parting her lips from
Javid briefly at his concern. Quickly she kissed him again and made sure he
couldn’t escape.
“Oh, oh, oh
my God! No, please stop. Oh Lord I’m coming. Oh Kenna what have you done? Oh,
oh...” spluttered the man of God doing a very ungodly but natural thing. His
cock exploded with white spunk, all over his bell end, on his expensive chino
trousers and onto Kenna’s hand.
“See that was
nice wasn’t it my love? Now you don’t have to do it yourself, I’ll do it for
you anytime you want me to. Just text or call and I’ll be right here waiting
for you. Don’t tell your dear wife now,” said the adulterous lady, smiling
savagely. She kissed her neighbour one last time and then got up to get some
tissue to clear up his little mess.
“I swear on
the cross I won’t tell a soul, especially my loving wife. God knows what she’d
say and do. She is your friend too. Would you really do it again Kenna? Do you
mean that?” replied Javid not as worried now and planning more sexy meetings.
“As I said,
call or text me and I’ll be here. Who knows what we’ll do next time?” smiled
the gothic lady, her eyes flashing in joy and mischeviousness. Yes what would she do next to the innocent
preacher man, thought Kenna cheekily.
“Bye for
now,” said Javid leaving his friend and half drank cold coffee. He hoped his
dear wife wouldn’t find out!