Something about Erin brings the silly out in me and I blow raspberries on her stomach. This sets her off more and now we’re both laughing uncontrollably. After a couple of minutes, we calm down and we’re lying on our backs on the bed next to one another. We’re looking at each other, a little out of breath.

“Come here.” I motion for Erin to get closer. She scoots over to me and places her forehead on my chest. Her breath tickles my skin and I settle my face on the top of her head. Soon, she starts to kiss me and I rub my fingers on her back. “Why did you leave?”

My question startles her and she stops moving. I keep rubbing her back, wanting to keep Erin calm. I need to know what’s scaring her, so we can overcome it together. Then we can be together.

“You know my family’s pretty religious?”

I mumble an ‘mmhm’ and wait for her to continue.

“Well after our first night… together, I felt so conflicted I went to go see my pastor, Pastor Nichols.” Hmm, confession of sorts. I haven’t gone in years. And I was raised Catholic. “He told me that I couldn’t pursue any relationship with you. But things kept getting more and more intense between us and after we had sex and I got home late, my parents made me see him again. Before getting home, I didn’t feel ashamed, but once I saw the disappointment in their faces, I realized I did the one thing I told myself I wouldn’t do. Pastor Nichols told me I had to quit and so I did.”

I look at her, my blood boiling over this asshole pastor.

“I didn’t know any other way to atone for my sins,” Erin continues. “I went to go see him again, Pastor Nichols, because I couldn’t stop thinking about you, but he just got really mad at me even though I told him how I felt about you. I tried to talk to my dad, but he told me not to push too hard or I might be excommunicated.”

At this point she takes her face away from my chest and looks up at me. She looks so vulnerable and even a little frightened. Maybe she still feels bad about what we’re doing and I know we’re at a critical point.

“But you said you’re falling in love with me and that can’t be bad, right?”

“Of course not.” I didn’t realize she was dealing with so much guilt. It must’ve been painful having to go between such conflicting feelings. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. As the Bible says, love covers a multitude of sins. At least, that’s how I remember the verse going, back from when I used to go to Mass, eons ago.”

We both laugh.

“Anyway, your pastor is probably just jealous,” I tell her. “It’s hard not to love you.”

This finally breaks her somber mood and I get a weak smile. I kiss the top of her head, but I can feel she’s still thinking.

“What is it?” I ask her.

Erin bites her lip, but proceeds with her question.

“It’s just something you said about Pastor Nichols… That he’s jealous?” She lets out an uncomfortable laugh. “It just sounds ridiculous. I mean, he’s my pastor. He would never…”

She’s starting to spiral a little and I can tell I’ve hit a chord.

“I didn’t mean to freak you out so much. It was just a thought, okay?”

Maybe a thought that holds water. I’ve never met the guy, but the way she’s starting to analyze it makes me think that there are some indicators that support the idea. But now is not the time to go into it. So, instead I suggest a shower.

“Do you want to go first?” I smile at her naiveté.

“I was thinking we could take it at the same time.”

We head over to the bathroom where I make good on my promise to fuck her until she can no longer form coherent sentences. I spin her around so that her ass is in front of me and her hands are up against the tile wall of the shower.

I spread her ass nice and wide and then I reach for the condom I’d put on the edge of the tub. Finally, I push my cock inside her. It still feels so warm, tight and good. I reach around to play with her nipple with one hand and her clit with the other while I fuck her.

“Oh, my God, Jameson,” she cries out, her voice being drowned out by the noise of the water. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

I take my hard cock out of her and get the handheld shower head. I spray water directly at her clit until she leans her head back on my hard chest and says, “Oh my God, that feels so good.”

She writhes her hips around on the water that squirts her pussy, while I say, “You’re my bad little girl, fucking the faucet like that.”

I spank her ass and then grab ahold of her hips as she comes yet again.

“Yes, Boss,” she calls out. “I’m a bad little girl.”

Once she’s done coming, I pull her back onto my cock and thrust in and out of her pussy.

“I’m still your boss, huh?” I ask her. “Good to know.”

“Well, if you’ll have me back,” she says.

“Deal. Let’s not tell other people just yet. It’s kind of a precarious time for the firm, and I think Garrett has something going on with Carolina, so, I don’t want to actively condone it, hypocrite that that makes me.”

“Ha ha,” she says, gasping for breath as I continue to fuck her. “Deal.”

“Although, I think some people already know. Your friend Katie, for instance.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her.”

Then I’m throbbing and pulsing inside her and spanking her ass while I say, “You’re such a naughty girl, willing to be my dirty little secret at work.”

“And you have to be my dirty little secret at home, too,” she says, as her legs begin to shake. “My parents are still so mad at me.”

“About that…” I tell her, but my cock is swelling up in her and I realize I’m about to come. “Hold on.”

I grunt, blowing my wad into the condom as she squeezes my cock with her pussy and thighs and comes along with me.

“Oh, my God,” she says, her hands making tracks down the side of the shower. “This is amazing.”

“It sure is.”

I hold her against me, letting the water hit us and then I grab the soap and begin cleaning her back. When I get to her neck, I knead softly, kissing it for good measure.

“This is much better than even Carolina’s massages,” she whispers.

“Good,” I laugh. “And about your parents?”

“Yeah?”

She looks behind her and up into my eyes. Her chocolate brown eyes are so gorgeous, I don’t ever want them to stop looking at me.

“I was thinking you should move in,” I tell her. “It will help give you some distance from your parents, and you’ll be close enough to me that I can fuck you any time I want.”

“Deal, for sure,” she says, leaning back into my chest and laughing. “They’ll be mad at me, but maybe they’ll realize I’m a big girl now, who can make my own decisions.”

“That you can,” I tell her, kissing her earlobe. “And I’m sure glad you decided to go to dinner with me.”