"Hey, Suzie!" I said as I entered the narthex of the church and saw before me the young girl who was waiting there to meet with me.
She looked up from the bulletin that she was scanning over and smiled in my direction. I had never noticed how much she looked like her mother. She was slightly thinner and taller with less mature features and longer, redder hair. Dressed simply in a red cami and khaki capris, she looked absolutely stunning. It was clear that she was as well-endowed as her mother, and that realization brought my hard-on back with a vengeance. I could not tell whether she noticed my erection immediately, but she did glance in the general direction of my crotch for a second.
She put down the bulletin and said, "Hey, Rev. Davies. Thanks for meeting with me."
She moved over to me and gave me a hug. It's possible that I was only dreaming, but it almost seemed as if she was trying to rub up against my cock and get a feel for it.
I ignored it and asked her if she wanted to find a quiet place to talk. She suggested we go up to the "color room" as many of the youth called it. The "color room" was a room off of the balcony of the sanctuary that had two stained-glass windows in it, which made the room come alive with color. The only furniture in that room is four bean-bag chairs.
We made our way up to the room; each grabbed a chair, and sat down. She sat with her knees pulled up against her chest and her arms wrapped around them in an embrace. I sat facing her, sitting cross-legged, with my hands on my knees. We sat in silence for a couple minutes as I waited for her to be ready to talk. She seemed a little uncomfortable with the silence at first, but eventually grew relaxed.
Finally, she said to me, "Do you think my mom is attractive?"
I paused as second. "Why would you ask that?" I said.
"My dad said that he left my mom because he no longer finds her attractive," she replied.
"Oh, I see," I responded. "Your mom is a beautiful woman. I would guess that your dad was really feeling something deeper than what he understood or wanted to explain to your mom, so instead he said some things that he probably didn't really mean."
Suzie looked at the ground as she contemplated what I had just said. We sat silent for several minutes.
Then Suzie looked up at me with a rather sad expression on her face and said to me, "Do you think I'm cute?"
I paused to try and discern her reasons for asking this question.
I couldn't figure it out, so I responded by asking her, "Is your physical beauty a concern for you?"
She thought for a second and then said, "Today is my birthday. I'm 18."
All kinds of terrible thoughts went through my head as she said this, most of which involved both of us naked. I tried to repress those thoughts and listen to what Suzie was trying to say through this.
She continued, "My mom and dad were married when they were 18, but I've never even had a boyfriend." She was silent again for a minute. "I like to masturbate," she said rather quickly, as if saying it fast would keep me from really hearing it. When she realized that I had heard and understood, she added, "Is that a sin?"
"No," I responded. "It's not a sin. I believe that masturbation can sometimes be a very healthy activity, especially for single people such as yourself."
