Bridget had returned to find Canon Taylor out of the parish suddenly for a weekend. This usually signified a crisis with a problem priest. The Ulsterman arrived to sleep overnight in a guest room. Canon Taylor told Bridget to call him at the Bishop's home if she had any difficulties with the visitor. "Bridget keep this to yourself but he had to be removed from his parish when parishioners demanded Bishop Dutch do so."
Bridget was reflecting with excitement her encounter group experience and Jen's offer to sleep over at her flat.
She examined the folder and the order she had put the feedback cards in. Curiosity about that student who had stretched her and the odd angle of his bell end had put him first in line. But despite her excitement she felt tender and still tired so would give herself a rest. She reflected how her sexual appetite could probably not be satisfied by one student which is why she was interested in the three students. Both these cards had different flats in the same building in Lower Park Road in Victoria Park. Close to Jen's home. She must phone Jen and thank her for everything. She was excited about Jen too and realised she was in fact as excited by Jen as she had been about the young students. She chuckled at the realisation she was bi-sexual now!
Canon Taylor returned for supper and took the Ulsterman into his study. Bridget had served supper and the Ulsterman had oozed politeness and gratitude equally. Bridget found him unsettling and noted the silence of the hard worked curate to the guest.
Canon Taylor left early on Sunday morning with no parish services his curate had a busy Sunday with only Bridget's roast lunch to sustain him before he was called to administer the last rites to a dying parishioner.
Canon Taylor was in the Bishop's study and repeated his advice to deal with the problem priest and encourage him to make a statement to the Police. Bishop Dutch had wanted to send the priest on retreat. Canon Taylor pointed out that the Ulsterman's own curate had asked to leave the parish immediately and had moved to the north of the Diocese. Dutch needed to appoint a new clergy team in the days ahead. Canon Taylor had persuaded Bishop Dutch to talk to the Cardinal who without hesitation had ordered that Dutch remove the priest's licence and salary forthwith. The Ulsterman was facing Police enquiries into four complaints by men about his sexual behaviour.
He was homeless and could return to Ulster if the police did not detain him first. Bishop Dutch and his retreat policy were to earn him a visit from the Papal Curia member for the United Kingdom since one police inquiry involved four homosexual clergy each of whom Bishop Dutch had removed from the Diocese for year long retreats to protect the Church from any public scrutiny. Dutch was now in a tight spot; his leadership was under scrutiny. He was hesitant and asked to pray about his position. Canon Taylor was frustrated by Bishop Dutch's tolerance of sexual crimes being committed by these men, Dutch had not dealt with abusive priests sending them to convents or monasteries for a year then letting them emerge elsewhere in the diocese.
Bridget was clearing the dining room; the Ulsterman was sitting at the dining table. She was in her kitchen about to close the serving hatch when she noticed him masturbating. with a jar of Vaseline on the newly cleared dining table. She closed the hatch and phoned the Bishop's home and asked for Canon Taylor. She told him what she saw and he returned immediately. The Ulsterman was driven to the Police Station where he would make a statement with a solicitor present. Canon Taylor wished he could do this with other priests who should not remain in parishes.
Canon Taylor was concerned for Bridget. "Oh I was surprised sure enough but I had to laugh afterwards about it." "He had nothing to boast about Canon!" she giggled. Taylor quietly chuckled relaxing for the first time that weekend. He wanted to ensure that Bridget had support if she needed it. "Canon I have an experienced psychologist who would support me. I am fine but will discuss it with her."
A few days went by and press reports of a court appearance of a man "of no fixed abode" being remanded on a series of guilty pleas to sex offences involving other men. There was no mention of religion in the press reports. Bishop Dutch had obviously influenced the media.
Bridget had other thoughts on her mind. The Ulsterman's luggage remained in the guest room but Canon Taylor was working on moving it out of his home as soon as possible. The next guest to move in a Papal Nuncio who was a delighted guest when Bridget served his favourite meals. She watched him leave each morning with Canon Taylor in the Bishop's chauffeur driven car and return for supper.
Bridget rang Jen and agreed to meet her. She mentioned a man masturbating near her. Jen was concerned and asked her to come to an appointment at the University one afternoon. Bridget asked Canon Taylor for Friday evening and Saturday off and he agreed. Their guest had left and left Bridget a generous cash tip in an envelope. Her Italian skills in the kitchen had delighted him he was entranced by her laughter.
On Friday Bridget travelled to the University and met Jen with an overnight case.
She was excited to meet Jen and they chatted. Jen was intrigued about a man exposing himself and masturbating with her in the dining room and then her view. Bridget joked about the jar of Vaseline she had seen in use left on her clean dining table!
Jen asked whether Bridget wanted to eat at her flat or a restaurant. Bridget was hungry to spend as long as she could with Jen. Within 5 minutes Jen had parked her car and hooked up her charger and introduced Bridget to her modern apartment in the Park land.
Bridget had phoned and arranged to visit the student that evening at 9. He was alone in the shared 4 attic rooms of one of the large University Victorian homes which had communal kitchen and shower and toilets. The other floors were similar study bed rooms and communal rooms and there was a further flat in the basement.
Jen served up a good Irish stew she had prepared in a slow cooker. The two laughed and had fun before Jen invited Bridget into the bedroom for a couple of hours. Jen would drive her to her date and collect her afterwards.
Jen had been too busy to have sex since their last meeting and she was looking forward to Bridget sleeping over in her bed. The Irish ginger haired woman with the ginger heart of pubic hair had been in her thoughts. She was hot and wet as she helped Bridget to undress.
"Would it help you later if I lubed and fisted you, if he has a thick cock that hurt you last time? I love your breasts and would like to play around with them too".
Bridget lay on her back as Jen slipped out of her skirt, black bra slip and her blouse.
Jen offered a breast massage with a lightly scented oil and Bridget's cunt responded leaking even more as she closed her eyes and savoured Jen's wonderful perfume. Jen sucked gently on her nipples something Jen had dreamed of doing since they had met. They were silent and with little outside noise the only sounds were made by their bodies. Bridget's erect nipples were sucked harder and she was squelching between her lips and so close to the edge. Jen kissed her and slipped a latex gloved finger inside and felt the wet velvet opening as she examined Bridget's swollen clit erect and throbbing. Bridget came readily and gasped as a series of orgasms swept her.
"Bridget tell me if this is too stretched for you." She entered and fisted very gently inside as Bridget gasped and came again for several minutes. Jen was gentle and she saw Bridget had stretched a lot since she last fisted her.
She forced Bridget wider and Bridget loved the stretched feeling briefly thinking of the cock waiting to fuck her soon, but her excitement was Jen who fisted her until Bridget's cunt pressure began to cause her fist to ache. She had to come out and instead laid a dental dam over Bridget and sucked the long throbbing wet clit that caused Bridget to wrap her thighs around Jen's head and run her fingers through the long black straight hair. Bridget was wild in her continuous orgasms gasping and feeling she wanted to scream in the intensity of her climaxes.
Jen asked if Bridget could fist her. She coached Bridget's latex hand inside her then as Bridget sank inside her she released a long quiet scream of ecstatic relief for the lack of sex and as Bridget slide a lubricated thumb along her erect clit she came for minutes of ecstasy.
Bridget slid out and hung her scented breasts in Jens face dripping her cunt juice over Jen's mound and running fingers through her hair then kissing her breasts and nipples.
They lay in each others arms and kissed then briefly drifted into sleep.
