Sweet Cindy

God damn its cold out here, thought Frank as he locked up the front door on the rectory. The school next door was dark, there must not be any events tonight. While Frank did teach a few religion classes next door in his church’s school, Frank was more involved with the Youth Group and trying to keep the great kids under his tutelage off drugs, off sex, and off tobacco. He really did have great kids in his groups and classes. He had the young ones twice a week, the the 5th-7th grade once a week and the crucial 8th-10th graders twice a week and every third Saturday. These were the important kids. The ones who had a high chance of falling into bad behavior.

Frank was a pastor and very devout but he wasn’t a priest. Though he did not have to take a vow of celibacy, he did feel that all of his time should be devoted to his flock while he was the Youth Group Pastor. One day, when he was a Pastor to the congregation, he would find himself a wife, but he was only recently out of seminary at 26 years old and the Lord would let him know when the time was right. In the mean time he would have to let the young ladies who had already developed bodies and wore the tantalizing school uniform with stockings feed his earthly desires for now. Masturbating wasn’t exactly condoned but he only did it once in a great while when he had seen one too many young beauties. And he never did it with any one in mind, perish the thought! He would just see a menagerie of the young figures, the budding breasts, the curve forming legs and hips, and the tanned skin of summer. He only really ever fantasized about the bodies from the neck down, and never fantasized about doing anything to them, just seeing all the figures in his minds eye was plenty.

As Frank turned from the rectory to head to his car he saw Cindy out waiting for the bus. The wind was whipping pretty good and snow was starting to fall. Cindy was a wonderful and popular student, her father was from their little town and he had met and married a Persian woman on an evangelical mission abroad. The result was this mixed child who was quickly becoming the type of woman who would stop traffic. Cindy had long dark brown hair with slightly lighter highlights, a bronzed skin, huge round eyes, a skinny and somewhat flared nose, and thick lips. Her body was a bit advanced for a girl entering 8th grade. Forget advanced, it was luscious.
She had the lithe body tone of her father and shadows of the voluptuous mother. But the greatest feature was the bright blue-green aqua eyes off setting her tanned skin and dark brown hair and dark features.

There must have been a game that afternoon as she was only wearing her cheer leading outfit and her school windbreaker. Frank walked over to her, the whole time finding himself staring at that butt. It was amazing, one of a kind. Even when the 90 pound young lady stood straight up at attention, the have circle stuck out like she was forcing her tailbone backwards. A perfect little bubble but, and even better, it was very taut. She didn’t have a phat ass, just an amazing one. It stuck out so drastically naturally that her longer than usual skirt due to school regulations still almost left the bottom of her ass cheeks exposed. The uniform was mostly teal, with yellow trim as a secondary color, and the jacket as well.

“Hi Cindy, are you waiting for the bus?” Frank asked.

:Hi Pastor Frank, yea and the stupid bus is late!” she hollered through the wind, the few stands of hair that weren’t clipped by barrettes in her high squeaky voice. The voice was about the only thing to consistently stand out as to her younger age.

“I am heading home now, come hop in and I will drop you off at your folks place.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much!”

We ran as fast as we could to the car, Frank pushed the keychain to unlock the door and we both got inside. The dome light stayed on for just a bit after the doors shut and after Frank had started the vehicle and was pulling on his belt that his gaze was in the direction of the glove box and he couldn’t help but notice her legs. They were going to be great legs someday. Frank wasn’t sure why a young woman’s legs looked so good in bunched up socks and low top athletic shoes. The socks always intercepted the curve of their calves as they curved up towards their feet, but instead of going to the skinny ankle, they follow into a cute bunching of sock. Their legs really never look that way after puberty, be it 16 or 19, but then, even if they stayed in great shape, would be toned and muscular or if they didn’t stay in shape, they got fat. But in the puberty phase, they had that thin but chubby, firm but soft look.

The drive to her place didn’t take long and they just chatted about daily events and school life. Cindy had always gotten along very well with Pastor Frank, she was a good student, very straight edge, always did her homework, was totally chaste and dressed properly and all this with parents that had just had an unexpected pregnancy and were spending 90% of their attention on Cindy’s new baby sister. Cindy wasn’t upset, she knew it was necessary. But since she didn’t feel like she had her parents attention she no longer felt like going to them with her problems or questions. But she did have an issue that was worrying her.

They pulled up in front of her house down by the mailbox since her parents cars were in the driveway.

“Alrighty sweetheart, here you are. Say hi to your folks for me and remind your Dad he is the presenter for next week Men’s Bible Study.”

“Pastor Frank”

“Yes?”

“I need to know what to do about an embarrassing situation.”

“You know I am always available for anything you need. What is it that is troubling you? There is always a solution through God’s love.”

“Well”, she said, her beautiful angelic face bathed in the glow from the car’s dashboard screen. “I have been praying to God, and begging for help, and diving into my studies and my cheer leading and volley ball, but no matter what I do I am felling, um, horny all the time. I think that’s what it’s called. I have always stayed away from all, s–s–sex stuff.:

The discomfort was visible on her face, her expression of shame palpable. “I don’t know what else to do, I well always stay chaste for the Lord, I will save myself for my husband of course, and I have never watched porn or read dirty stories, and I will not soil myself by committing masturbation but I, I feel like I am going to lose my mind.” At this point Cindy’s eyes had tears welling up.

“I am so sorry Cindy, I know that is a difficult time for a young adult. And I know the desire to release and explore the tantalizing feelings you feel are so very hard to leave be. But you are a young ADULT Cindy, you are old enough to make decisions for yourself. You can decide that you will honor god and keep yourself chaste through the strength of your will. God knows you can do it. I know you can do it too. Don’t throw your life away for simple Earthly pleasures.”

“Do you really think I can? I feel like crying half the time because I want to explore that tingle. Oh my Lord, why don’t you take it away!?” at this point the words were tough to really understand because Cindy was sobbing.”

Frank leaned over and pulled her in and gave her a strong full hug. “It will be okay Cindy, you can do this.”

“I can’t I really can’t. I have to make the tingle go away.”

“Listen to me Cindy. I want you to promise me that tonight you won’t let yourself explore that feeling. Do everything you can to stop from doing it ok? Promise me. If that doesn’t work then there other steps that can be taken. But tonight, do it for me Cindy. Stay true to God and yourself.”

Cindy pulled back from my hug and wiped her tears with her hand. “OK. I will do it Pastor Frank, I won’t let myself disappoint you and I will prove my love to God. Thank you for listening to me.”

“You’re welcome Cindy, now go do your homework and then watch a sermon channel until you are sleepy, or if you want to read, read scripture. Practice your prayers. And we will chat tomorrow ok? Come by my classroom after 5th period and tell me how it went. I can give you a ride home if needed.” instructed Frank.

“I will, I will. Goodnight!”

With that she hopped out of the car and rain through the still thick rain to her door. Frank made sure she was inside and safe before he started for home. On the short drive to his house Frank thought about how proud of Cindy he was. She was a special girl and she had a great future ahead of her. He hoped she would stay chaste and save herself. She deserved to be rewarded for being such a good person, of which there were fewer and fewer.

Frank got home, showered, made some dinner and watched two episodes of Murder She Wrote, his guilty pleasure, and headed to bed. He just planned to go to sleep but he had developed a hard on. Frank didn’t really know why he was hard, he just felt extra sensitive for some reason and he knew after a few minutes that this one wasn’t going away. Frank had been a bit of a rebel before he gave his life to God, not anything crazy but he had had sex with three women, one of them 6 times. But he always felt like it wasn’t what God wanted, and he finally stopped with the cavorting. But when he got one of the hard, hard ons, he knew he would have to jack off if he wanted to get sleep. He felt guilty at the thought. Here was Cindy doing everything to stay chaste and right and he was just giving in?

No he told himself, I am a man, we get backlogged and we have to let some go, we just have to. Maybe if they were virgins they could do it but Frank felt that anyone who had felt an orgasm would fall prey to a self induced one even if just minimally every once in a while. It was too hard to tell the REALLY sensitive hard on to settle down, it clouded your mind, he was a better man of God when he had control of his thoughts.

Frank grabbed a new out of the box t-shirt (Frank ran a lot, he went through them quickly) and hopped into bed. He turned off the TV and laid back on his pillow. He reached down and grabbed his erection, shrouded by the undershirt and began to stroke it and push it back and rub it next to his stomach. He began to visualize different bodies from the many wholesome pretty girls at the school, when Cindy flashed through, the vision of walking up behind her, watching the ass bulge out. He purposefully pushed that thought out and began random headless bodies again, and again Cindy jumped in, this time his view of her rain slicked calves in the car. Again he cleared his head and went back to random women from school. Cindy jumped in again but instead of just Cindy it was Cindy in a pose he hadn’t ever seen her in. laying on her side in her cheer leader outfit, both legs curled, the top one sloping over the bottom one and pushing forward while she was playing with her hair. Frank didn’t push that image away, he couldn’t, it was too invigorating and began to push Frank towards release.

Frank saw the clip of her moving her leg over and over until as really there, he lunged forward and reached out and caressed her top thigh and licked and kissed it. That sexy, dainty, supermodel to be tanned leg! Franks cock exploded, soaking the under shirt. Frank came and came hard, so hard his breath caught in his chest for a second, and Frank never really came down from his orgasm until after he fell asleep. The exhaustion of such pleasure was too much for the man to absorb. He would have to chastise himself for the thought of Cindy, but for now, he had never felt so content.

















When the alarm went off in the morning Frank woke up extremely rested. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept like that. But then again, he also couldn’t remember the last time he had a release like that. He felt incredibly guilty at allowing himself to fantasize about a particular girl. Even worse he had even for a second fantasized about actually touching and engaging in a sexual way with one of his flock. She trusted him, so much so that she had sought his help in staying a woman of God and yet he couldn’t even stop himself from doing so. He felt terrible but also confused. Why would God allow me to feel this way, why did he make her pop into his mind? He was fine with the faceless mob of body images to satisfy his urges as he waited for God to put his future wife in his life, so why was he putting images of that sweet innocent Cindy in his deviant thoughts?

Oh well, Frank was not going to second guess The Father in any way, but he was confused. Frank went through his normal ritual of showering, shaving, breakfast, the morning paper and then headed off to work. He had three periods of religion today. Two in the morning and one in last period. And then Cindy comes in!

What the hell was that? Why, why did his mind do that? For the rest of the day every 20 minutes or so either the view of Cindy in her uniform from behind, or those legs in the front seat or those thick lips, silhouetted by the cars electronic lights would go through his head. Only once did the vision of her lying on her side, one leg caressing the other pop into his head. And he instantly felt a bulge growing, thank god the vision was during an in between period so he could let the bulge deflate on its own, he couldn’t fathom fantasizing about the same female two days in a row, and especially not one of his own flock.

The day past slowly, too slowly. Pastor Frank definitely felt a little churning ball of anxiety in his stomach. He knew he really couldn’t wait to see Cindy again. He didn’t know why exactly, but he was hoping to hear that she was a woman of strength and had stayed pure, she deserved to be one of the chosen few who actually got to go to heaven. Maybe, just maybe he could use her strength to inspire him. And maybe he could pretend to apologize for something trivial while in his heart apologizing for using her like a piece of meat in his in inappropriate fantasy.

Finally as the sun was getting close to sinking behind the mountains, the days were actually getting longer but January still had short days overall. Frank had always been a bit of a night owl and felt more focused when it was dark out. Frank was grading a stack of papers when there was a quick knock on the door.

Cindy came in, she was wearing her school uniform today, though she had on cotton legging under the uniform skirt due to the cold and snow. And on cold days they were allowed to were boots, Cindy had on Uggs. They didn’t really match her uniform but everything seemed to look good on her now. Frank worried that he felt some serious attraction to this girl. But she had come to him with problems and God had given him the wisdom to tell her, and he would continue to do so.

It wasn’t until she was close to his desk that Frank realized how horrid this beautiful girl looked. She had dark circles under her eyes, those beautiful bluish eyes were red around the iris, her light foundation makeup had streaks from tears and Cindy looked to be physically ill.

“My goodness Cindy are you alright? Did you get the flu sweetheart?” asked Frank.

“No, Pastor Frank.” Cindy squeaked out her voice weaker than usual. “I–I was able to stay chaste through the night but I am having trouble even thinking or walking today. Every step my leggings lightly rub against my private area and I am so filled with shame from the feeling I have.” She began to sob softly.

Frank walked over and hugged Cindy from the side and let her just cry for a few minutes and get the stress out. The sobbing eventually subsided, and Cindy began to describe the struggle of the night before, she had done poorly on her homework due to the constant distraction of tingling feelings from her pelvic area. She had tried watching some sermon channels on tv, then tried reading her favorite Bible passages but it didn’t take the urges away. But she had shown incredible strength and not explored the feelings at all.

It was painfully obvious that Cindy was barely keeping her sanity. Her body was shaking, the slightest touch of any fabric in her nether regions caused a mini-explosion of tingling and her urge to follow her desire of exploring these feelings was now her constant thought. She told Frank that she hadn’t been able to listen to any of her lectures or take any notes because it took all her focus just to keep her hands off her self.

Frank consoled her and tried to give her a solution to her problem when a thought jumped into his head. At first he dismissed the thought as a disgusting perversion that he would admonish himself for but for now he needed to focus on helping out this wonderful blossoming woman.

But then again and again and again the image would push back into his minds eye. Finally Frank realized he could not push the image away anymore and thought to himself the God was giving him a solution so that Cindy could go back to having a normal life and not have done anything of her own accord. She would be clean before God.

Frank closed his eyes and prayed to God to tell him if he was wrong, if not he would do as he saw in that recurring vision. The vision wasn’t overly complex, it was clearly his office, Cindy laying on his sofa, he in a chair next to her. Not all the kids at this school were noble and chaste like Cindy. Some were devious, some didn’t care about God and their actions showed it. One senior female, completely incorrigible, he had caught moaning under the bleachers and caught her with a vibrator, pleasuring himself. He had confiscated the vibrator and let her know any other violations of any kind and he would have her expelled.

The contraband he had taken from her was locked away in his lower desk drawer. He never had considered that he would ever use it for anything, but he didn’t want it falling into the wrong hands, so in the drawer it had stayed. Now he felt God was instructing him to use it to save this wonderful young lady from the unfair urges she was having.

“Cindy, I am so unbelievably proud of you for staying true to the Lord last night and today. I have prayed to God about it asking, pleading for a solution and God has given me a vision. You have to be helped, or you will become a heathen, no person can resist urges forever.”

“What about you Pastor Frank? Have you ever had urges?”

“Of course Cindy, and I wasn’t always sure I wanted to be a man of the cloth. I did explore my urges and it took me a long time to feel right before the Lord again. You have done nothing wrong and God wants me to help you. We need to go to my office.” I told her.

We walked out from the school and over to the church into the basement where my office was located along with the nursery, and the children’s Sunday School rooms.

Frank unlocked the door and let Cindy inside locking the door behind them. Thankfully the church was deserted on this sub-floor, as Frank was well aware even a high pitched voice like Cindy’s could be loud if overcome with passion. Frank told Cindy to lay on the couch. She did so and he lit a few candles around the room and turned out the lights to create as comfortable an atmosphere as he could.

Frank went to his desk and put on some light surf sounds from his clock radio/sleep machine and grabbed the vibrator from his desk drawer and hid it on his back and his belt. He grabbed his chair and brought it over to Cindy. He sat down beside her, and realized she was squinting hard, she was fighting the urges even then, and he was never so sure in the vision God had given him.

He reached out and grabbed a hand of Cindy’s and led her in a long prayer, asking for God’s guidance and for God to be gentle and kind to such a wonderful servant as Cindy. Cindy gripped his hand hard, and slight tears were emerging from her eyelids.

Don’t worry Cindy, I will make you better, Frank thought.

“Cindy, Cindy look at me.”

She opened her eyes and stared into Franks. “I am going to do as God has asked me Cindy. God wants to remove your pain. Remember Cindy, you have done nothing wrong, you are a noble follower of the Lord. I want you to completely relax and keep your eyes closed. I also want you to not fight at all, just let everything envelope you. I am here to help you and God will guide you.”

“Ok” Cindy said in a whisper.

Frank put one hand on her thigh as he grabbed the vibrator with the other. She jumped at his touch, she was coiled so tight from the stress.

“Cindy, you need to be relaxed. Please try.”

“I will, I promise.” she replied.

She released her taughtness just slightly and Frank gently pulled her leg away from the other. He snapped on the vibrator and before Cindy could wonder what the noise was he used the tip to gently push up her skirt and then he brought the tool down to the apex of her legs, to as close as the rear section of her pussy as he could, wanting to start where she was least sensitive before moving forward. It was a bit of a guessing game since her underwear and leggings were still on, but he only had to be close.

The second he touched Cindy’s private area she immediately opened her eyes in terror, “Wh-What are you DOING? Oh no, you have to stop!”

“Cindy you need to trust me, you need to trust in the Lord!” instructed Frank as he gripped her leg.

“But I can’t keep that feeling away!”

“Let go Cindy, its okay, the Lord is giving me the sin of pleasuring you, you will not face his wrath for this.