Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2022 05:32:34 +0000 From: svetaadams Subject: "The Preacher's Wife" Part 2 The Pastor's Wife by Sveta Adams Part 2 - Service It took a few hours until the reality of what had happened in the church office fully impacted Claire. After a meandering ride home and a family dinner where she could do little but stare blankly down at her casserole, she wandered up into her bedroom. It was there, finally in privacy, that the vivid recollection of Sarah Bennett's hands running over her body shot back into her mind from the blue. Claire couldn't decide whether to squeal with joy or scream in panic. Here in her room, surrounded by the mundane artifacts of high school life, the idea of a preacher's wife doing such things to her made her heart pound and her head swim. Anxiety surged through her as she thought of the consequences. What would happen if someone found out? The imagined expressions of shock and disgust from her parents and schoolmates made Claire queasy. The thought of Pastor Bennett confronting her made her hyperventilate. But for all the shame, another quite different set of thoughts kept shouldering their way to the front of her consciousness. They all featured Sarah Bennett and not one of them sparked guilt. Claire caught her hands unconsciously running down her body, touching herself just like Sarah showed her. Visions of the gorgeous raven-haired woman flitted through her head. What did she look like naked, Claire dared think. Her imagination obliged and the girl found that she couldn't resist the temptation to unbutton her jeans and explore. A dozen nascent fantasies she was only now allowing herself to explore sprang to vibrant attention. Hand buried in her panties and breaths in rapid, shallow gasps, Claire jolted and then yelped when she heard her door open. "I have your dress ironed, hon--" Claire's mother Anne stopped short as she spotted the girl sitting on the side of her bed, facing away but clearly touching herself. "MOM!" cried the girl. Claire feared that her reddened face and panicked demeanor betrayed to her mother everything she need know. Anne's expression was a shocked mix of embarrassment and amusement. Claire distinctly failed to see the levity in the situation. The girl hastily buttoned her jeans and stomped towards her mother, still frozen in the doorway. "Oh my good-- I just-- If you wanted to wear--" stuttered the housewife, holding one of Claire's dresses out as if to both justify the intrusion and ward of the girl's fury. Claire snatched the polka-dot dress from her and ushered her from the doorway. "Knock next time, mom!" Claire implored as she shut the door. It took until the lights of the family home went dark before Claire's trepidation was again overtaken by desire. For hours her hands wandered as the girl listened to her body. She didn't get to sleep until well after midnight. ~~~~ Sitting in the pews was so much worse than she'd imagined. Claire's family were in their usual spot across the isle and back a few rows from where the pastor's wife sat, resplendent in a black velvet dress and pearls. Claire's thoughts were crushed under what she imagined was the judgement of the entire congregation. She couldn't shake the idea that they all knew and they were all disgusted. Even still, she spent the entire sermon unable to stop stealing glances at the beauty across the chapel. For all Claire's nervous discomfort, Sarah Bennett seemed poised as ever, taking in her husband's benediction with a casual mix of pride and pleasure. As always, she was the perfect wife. Not once had the woman even glanced in Claire's direction. If anyone had asked Claire what the sermon had been about, she'd have been at a loss. After the congregation bowed heads for the closing prayer, the girl retreated to the back of the chapel. She watched with eagle eyes as the pastor and his wife made their rounds through the families in attendance. Nothing unusual. Nothing different. Sarah's typical tinkling laughter made Claire cringe as, for seemingly the hundredth time, the woman's gaze passed right over her with no recognition at all. Claire began to fume. How dare this woman? Sarah Bennett had accosted _her_! She'd practically thrown herself at Claire and now she had the utter gall to pretend like it never happened! To pretend that Claire meant nothing to her! The girl wanted nothing more than to storm out of Calvary and never come back. She did little to hide her impetuous fury when the pastor and his wife approached Claire's parents a few feet away. Her father and Pastor Bennett exchanged pleasantries and the couple complimented him on his sermon. Claire stared daggers at Sarah as she stood next to her husband. Snake. Harlot! She was practically a pred-- Everything inside Claire stopped as their eyes finally met. Sarah had casually stepped aside so there was no one to snoop their gaze. The girl's entire manner evaporated and fled as those ice-blue orbs bored into her. Sarah Bennett saw her. She saw _all_ of her. A multitude of emotions cascaded outward from the raven-haired enchantress. Chastisement. Amusement. Desire and curiosity and a sense of understanding that made Claire feel certain that she knew nothing at all. As the moment stretched, Claire felt a jolt in her newly awakened places as the woman's eyelashes swished and her tongue poked out ever so slightly from between rows of perfect white teeth to run between her plump, nude-painted lips. A muffled query from Claire's mother ripped Sarah from their wordless exchange. Though only a few paces distant, Claire was now a world away, dizzy with giddiness. The emotional whiplash was extraordinary. Just moments before consumed with righteous indignity, the girl now felt wholly unworthy of the look she'd just been gifted. Surely Sarah Bennett was a goddess that had deigned to descend and touch Claire's life. The sound of her name on Sarah's lips fished Claire back to reality. "Didn't you, Claire?" Sarah prompted. All four adults were looking at her with mild expectancy. "Huh?" murmured the girl, eyes darting between the others confusedly. Sarah's beatific smile didn't waver. "I was telling your parents how you kindly offered to help me sort out the church store room before school restarts. Very considerate of you." "Uh-huh," confirmed Claire dazedly, only now realizing that something important had been decided without her knowledge. "You're really going to sacrifice your last summer afternoons here at church?" queried her mother, disbelief tinging her voice. Sarah stepped beside the befuddled girl and laid an arm across her shoulders. Claire did her best not to shudder. "You should be so proud of how you've raised her, Anne. Claire's growing up to be a very considerate young woman. Very... Service-minded." Claire's mother beamed at the compliment. Everyone smiled when Sarah spoke to them. The woman continued, eyes twinkling and hand squeezing the girl's shoulder, "I'm sure I'll be able to put her to good use. Get her working up a good sweat!" The group chuckled as Claire's stomach did somersaults. The topic moved on from Claire but Sarah kept her hand on the girl's shoulder. A giddy smile spread across Claire's lips until she caught Pastor Bennett's gaze. He glanced from where his wife's hand grasped Claire's shoulder and back to the girl's eyes. Claire's expression slowly went slack as she saw an unusual recognition in the face of her pastor. He knew. God's representative to Claire's community knew what she'd done. Dread surged forth, tears welled up, and Claire mumbled a lame excuse and sprinted from the chapel. ~~~~ Claire was deep into devising her third plan of how to disappear from the world forever when Sarah found her hunched up against the base of the big oak behind Calvary Bible Church. The woman stood over her, hands on velvet-clad hips. "I told your parents I'd track you down," Sarah remarked casually. "A little rude to leave in the middle of a conversation, Claire." Claire didn't acknowledge the woman. If she looked at her, she'd have to confront her own terrible shame. Sarah continued, "I also told them that I've you invited over to dinner tonight. My thank-you for your volunteering." Claire shook her head in rueful disbelief. What was this madwoman talking about? Surely she must know it was all over. "I'm sure your mother wants you home before then so I'd get a move on if I were you." Claire couldn't take any more. "HE KNOWS!" she cried, finally looking up at the woman, tears now flowing freely. Sarah Bennett looked back with almost bland unconcern. "Who? Donald?" she queried. "YES!" exclaimed the girl. With a soft, weary sigh the woman knelt down and gently lifted Claire to her feet by her underarms. She produced a handkerchief. "Oh, sweetie," she crooned, dabbing the lines of tears from the girl's face and staring deep into her eyes. "Of course he knows. I told him." A patronizing smirk teasing the edges of her mouth, Sarah stroked the girls shocked face with her thumb and nudged her gaping mouth closed. "Five o'clock, Claire." The girl was still speechless as Sarah turned back to the chapel, hips swaying seductively beneath black velvet. "Don't be late," she called over her shoulder. "Wear something nice!" ~~~~ "Nice" had proven exceedingly difficult to decide upon. Eventually her mother pushed her out the door in a simple white blouse which had been paired with a pink pullover vest since the evening was unusually cool. "I don't know why you're so worked up," the oblivious mother had chastised the fussing daughter. "It's just Pastor Bennett." Claire did her best not to rumple her knee-length pleated skirt as she rode her bike the half-mile to the Bennett's humble bungalow. She bit her lip with trepidation as she walked past the beat-up Buick Riviera parked in their short driveway. The couple only had the one vehicle which meant that both Bennetts were home. Sarah's vague reassurance that Pastor Bennett wasn't a problem did little to make her want to look the man in the eye again. But the reverberating image of Sarah standing authoritatively over her in her black dress was more than enough to compel the girl towards the door. Claire checked the time on her scratched-up Casio before pressing the doorbell button. A faint buzzer sounded from inside. Claire figured that arriving 5 minutes early might reinforce the aura of responsibility on which Sarah had complimented her. Muffled conversation paused as the door swung open. Claire could tell it wasn't Sarah coming to the door and her eyes darted down to the toes of her black flats before she was forced to look Pastor Bennett in the eye. A beat passed. "Claire?" the pastor had a hint of cheerful curiosity in his voice. The girl cringed and lookup up at him. His expression reminded her of his wife's when Claire had first confessed her attraction to women. No judgement. Perhaps just a mild amusement at the girl's obvious discomfort, as if he thought it entirely misplaced. The man stepped aside and opened the door wide. "Come in. Sarah's just finishing up in the kitchen." Claire stepped through the doorway, hunching her shoulders as if the door frame was three feet lower. There was no foyer in the small house. The tidy living room had faux-wood panelling that seemed to suit the slightly scuffed forest-green shag carpet. Claire smelled lilac and vanilla underneath the more pungent and edible aromas wafting from the kitchen. "Claire's here," called Pastor Bennett. "Park her on the couch," came Sarah's curt reply. Her voice always seemed to easily carry through any space in which she spoke. "I'm almost done." The pastor gestured to a love seat and retreated through the living room towards the dining room table. As he picked up a dinner jacket from the back of a dining chair, Claire saw the the table was set for two. From her vantage point, all the girl could see of the kitchen was the counter that separated it from the dining room. On the counter was a small tower of tupperware. Pastor Bennett turned to stare into the kitchen. "The bottom two go to Edna Redding's," came a distracted instruction from deep in the kitchen. "Hal is finally out of the hospital and that poor woman needs a break from cooking." "The top is a batch of chocolate chip for you to drop off at the neighborhood board meeting. Do NOT eat any of them, Donald," came a stern command. "Yes ma'am," replied the pastor with a smile. He hefted the stack of containers and quickly sidestepped as an apron came flying out of the kitchen to land on the chair from which he'd just taken his jacket. "You're not staying?" Claire asked meekly, still standing. She hadn't felt comfortable enough to take a seat on the couch. "Afraid not," said the pastor apologetically. "I have a--" he glanced away for a moment and then smirked, "--a poker night." All the unsettling implications of his leaving froze and then evaporated as Sarah Bennett swept into the dining room. Claire had always thought her classy. Certainly she was more fashion conscious than any other woman in their small town. But the vision standing before Claire was practically jaw-dropping. The girl's eyes were locked to Sarah's chest. Over a starched white blouse not too unlike her own, Sarah wore a black bustier with tightened silver cinch clasps that ran from her waist to just under her bust. The alluring garment had half-cups that lifted and pushed out the woman's cleavage. The blouse had several buttons undone, exposing a tantalizing swath of pale flesh. Claire couldn't stop staring at the two scandalous buds poking from underneath the white fabric. A breezy set of white linen trousers and pointed patent heels accented the woman's long legs and completed her striking ensemble. Claire had never seen a woman dressed like this in the flesh and the effect it was having on the girl was immediate and dramatic. "Eyes up, young miss," quipped the goddess. Claire's saucer-wide eyes shot up to Sarah's face. Gone was the affable modishness or pleasant playfulness of their past encounters. Long black hair pulled tight into a high ponytail, Sarah's expression was dark and serious and captivating. With her eyes heavily rimmed with smoky shadow, the woman possessed the slightly crazed look of a predator with gaze locked on a warm meal still wriggling. Her blood-red lipstick did little to dispel the effect. Pastor Bennett broke the moment. "I... Guess I'd better get a move on." The man leaned in to plant a kiss on his wife's cheek only for his lips to meet her raised index finger. Without word or glance, Sarah reached with her other hand and dropped the car keys on top of his load of food. He sighed with mock exasperation and stepped towards the door and then jumped as Sarah's hand shot out to goose his buttocks. Though he didn't speak to her, the man did give Claire a wide-eyed, conspiratorial expression, as if to say, _Watch out for this one_. "Love you, Donald darling," Sarah called out as the door thumped shut, still not turning her gaze from Claire's face. Before Claire could stutter out an awkward greeting, Sarah spoke. "I saw you glaring at me from across the chapel, Claire." The girl felt a pang in her chest. _I'm perceptive_, the woman had told her just yesterday. "I'm sorry," Claire said quietly. Sarah strode forward and began to circle the girl with a critical eye. "I suppose you thought I aught to be ogling you for the whole service like you were doing to me?" "No..." Claire felt awful for thinking the terrible things she had. She felt naked, like Sarah knew every wrong step she'd ever made and was totally justified in excoriating her for each one. "No? Then perhaps you think you're the only person who deserved my attention today?" Every rebuke was like a hammer blow. Claire stared up at the woman with moisture rimming her eyes. "I'm sorry, Sar--" Sarah's finger shot out again and lay across Claire's lips before she could complete her apology. "No real harm done, Claire. I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to me," she mused, expression softening ever so slightly. She stroked the girl's cheek, using her thumb to wipe away the few tears that had run down. Claire sniffled and tilted her head, melting into the woman's touch. Without warning, Sarah grasped the girl by her waist and yanked her close. "But Claire," she whispered, bending down, ruby lips perilously close to Claire's own. "Tonight, you're going to call me Miss Bennett." ~~~~ The pork steak and potatoes were tasty, but Claire had difficulty enjoying them. She felt slightly disappointed as Sarah filled her goblet with sparkling water, saving the red wine for herself. Claire had tasted wine before and hated it but she wanted everything that Sarah had. She wanted to prove she wasn't a child. Sarah sliced off thin lengths of meat and delicately chewed them, all the while serving the slightly squirming Claire with a stare that could've pounded a tent peg into concrete. She seemed to savor her meal more than Claire was able. After a long sip of wine, the woman took a deep breath. "So," she said with a tone that announced unequivocally that dinner was finished. "I think I need to explain a few things to you." Her manner made Claire feel vaguely like it was her own fault that this conversation was taking place. "My husband and I have a unique relationship," she said, gently gesticulating with her hand still cupping the goblet of wine. Coming from a pastor's wife, Claire figured that was the understatement of the century. "We love each other. Deeply." The girl felt a surprise pang of jealousy. "To the point where we understand and acknowledge all the things we can and cannot offer each other." Claire absently wondered what Pastor Bennett could possibly want that the goddess couldn't provide. "This agreement has worked well for us since before we were married. Since before Donald went into ministry." The girl kept her eyes on Sarah. Adults kept eye contact and Claire wanted the woman to see her as an adult. To know that she took all this as seriously as Sarah did. "Obviously, we don't make our arrangement common knowledge. Can I trust you to see that it stays that way?" "Yes," Claire did her best not to allow desperation to creep into her voice despite the fact that desperate was exactly what she was. The girl didn't know precisely what for, but desperation had been Claire's defining trait since the moment Sarah had stepped out from the kitchen wearing those clothes. "Good," said the beauty simply. She paused and looked Claire up and down from across the table. "I hope you're bright enough to know that what we're doing isn't something you can shout from the rooftops." The oblique confirmation that they were doing anything at all made Claire's toe start tapping absently at the floor. "You can't tell anyone about this," said Sarah, tone shifting subtly. "No whispering to friends. No writing in diaries. No love-hearts with my name doodled on class notes." Claire was getting so distracted with burgeoning ideas of where the evening was headed that she failed to detect Sarah's lightly derisive undertone. "Claire." The clarity of the call snapped Claire to attention. The woman's face had gone from serious to solemn. "I'm trusting you with the lives Donald and I have built in this community," Sarah stated. To Claire's own surprise, rather than engendering nervousness, the responsibility made her feel as mature as she'd ever felt. It made her want to impress the woman. To prove herself worthy of the risk Sarah was taking. "I understand, Miss Bennett," said Claire seriously. Sarah paused and set her jaw in deliberation. Claire's heart pounded as she realized a test had just been administered and she didn't yet know her score. A wave of relief surged through her as Sarah's solemnity vanished and her deep, sensual coolness returned. "I told your mother that you're service-minded," Sarah remarked, taking another sip of wine. "Would you agree?" "I-- I guess," mumbled the girl. "Speak to me clearly, Claire," ordered the woman. Sarah Bennett wasn't a loud person. She didn't need to be. The instruction may have sounded like something a stern teacher would have given her, but Claire's body certainly didn't react the same way. "Yes, I am, Miss Bennett," amended the girl. She took note of the satisfied smirk that crept on to the woman's face when she addressed her like that. Claire quickly discovered that she adored that smirk and would do anything to see it. "So," continued the woman, wicked glint in her eye, "If I asked you to service me -- right now -- you wouldn't have a problem complying?" Claire nearly swooned. "I--" she began haltingly until a subtle raise of Sarah's chin reminded her of her appointed role. "I don't know what you mean, Miss Bennett," she managed. "Well, then," said the woman, eyebrows flaring. With a final long sip of wine, she rose gracefully from her seat. "Let's fix that." Sarah grasped Claire's wrist and led her down the hallway toward the bungalow's sole bedroom. She stopped at the half-bath that lay across the hall. "If you're going to be intimate with a woman--" Claire furrowed her brow and gulped audibly. "--there are things you need to do first. Hygiene." Sarah pointed at the sink where a tube of toothpaste and a fresh toothbrush lay. "You don't want your partner to have to taste dinner all over again." Claire walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Sarah followed and stood close behind her. The girl shivered as she felt the woman's hands touch her hair, running her fingers through it as if Claire were a plaything. "When you're done brushing, you'll go to the bathroom and then clip your nails. Short." Claire was confused by the last instruction, but had no intention of questioning it. Her breath wavered as Sarah stared at her through the bathroom mirror and firmly stroked down her sides, gripping her hips and pulling her gently backwards until their bodies were pressed firmly together. The woman bent down to croon into her ear. "Then you'll join me in the bedroom." ~~~~ Claire tucked her head as she walked into the bedroom. She wanted badly to match Sarah's confidence, but the evening's swirling potential made the nervousness of her first day of high school seem like a pleasant picnic at the lake. Sarah sat on the end of the bed, legs crossed, that predatory gleam in her eyes once again. She wordlessly pointed at the floor in front of the bed. Claire took her mark. After a short pause, she stood. "I want you to make love to me, Claire." The girl gulped as waves of cold and then heat ran through her. "I will show you how to do that properly. Do you want that?" Claire gasped her answer. "Yes!" Sarah's eyes narrowed slightly. "Yes, Miss Bennett," Claire corrected herself, eyes flicking to the floor. Sarah stepped up, her closeness sparking little bursts of tingles down Claire's body. She grasped the girl's hands and led them to the top clasp of her bustier. Claire could feel the woman's breasts pressing down and did her best not to gasp as she followed Sarah's lead and began to undo the fasteners. "There a parts of a woman's body called erogenous zones," Sarah began matter-of-factly. "We toured a few of them yesterday." Claire suppressed another shiver as her mind again flitted back to the memory of Sarah's hands on her body. "But there are many more. They can differ from one woman to another. You're going to learn how to use all of them." Claire had always been a dedicated student but this lesson held her attention like no other. The last fastener undone, Claire held the garment and realized the had no idea what to do with it. With a smirk, Sarah took it from her and discarded it on the floor. Apparently clothes were going to end up where they will. Sarah stepped out of her tall heels. As she settled barefoot onto the floor, Claire felt a little shred of humanity creep into the frame of the woman before her. Soul-soaring beauty aside, this was no statue she beheld. "Look into my eyes, Claire." The girl obliged. Sarah's face was commanding yet inviting. The woman took up Claire's hands again and brought them to her neck. She leaned forward. "Starting with a kiss is never a bad plan." With that, their lips met for the second time. Sarah moved the pair slowly through a process. Pecks, then nibbles, then licks. The woman instructed her on the appropriate amount of tongue to use and when and how to move and tilt her head to prevent the kisses from becoming stale or boring. "Pace is passion," she lectured as she advised Claire where on her neck to concentrate. "And passion is something to manage. To dole out." Then the woman grabbed Claire's head and furiously wrestled the girl's tongue with her own. "If you can," she finished with a breathy moan and a brilliant smile. "Understand everything so far?" Claire caught her breath and nodded, trying to blink away some of the desire that seemed to be clouding her vision. "Yes, Miss Bennett," she managed to say. "Good. Now undress me." Claire obeyed. She managed the buttons on Sarah's blouse, licking her lips as the woman's breasts were bared. Sarah turned and let Claire pull the shirt from her shoulders. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the girl's hands pulled her to her back. "Kisses belong everywhere. Collarbones, shoulders, back." Claire took the hint and got to work. She breathed in deeply as Sarah guided her blind hands up to her breasts. "Breasts--" she paused with a long exhalation as Claire's fingers met her modest mounds. "--are very important." Another long moan as Claire luxuriated in the feeling of Sarah's pliant flesh under her fingers. "As you already seem to grasp." The woman spun in Claire's arms and again looked down at her. Of their own accord, the girl's hands found Sarah's breasts again. The woman took up a small handful of Claire's dirty blonde hair. "Fingers are good," she said breathily, pulling Claire's face to her chest. "Lips are better." She let out another moan as the girl's mouth closed around a pert nipple. "Use your tongue," instructed the woman. "G-- gently," she then gasped. Hearing Sarah's voice quiver made Claire want to scream in triumph. She made love alternately to the woman's perfect breasts, grasping and groping, planting kisses from collarbone to underside until Sarah began to gently push her head lower. "It's always good to hint at where you're going," Sarah continued. "Kisses all the way down my stomach. Like shirt buttons." As Claire made her way down, she had the realization that her body wasn't shaking. Her hands weren't quivering. It seemed like the more Sarah lost herself in Claire's ministrations, the more confident the girl became. The more determined to continue her explorations. "Kneel, Claire." It might have been intended as a command, but it came out sounding like a plea. Claire knelt, beaming as Sarah sat on the edge of the bed. The girl reached out and grasped the waist band of the woman's linen trousers and pulled them down. She wore a pair of lacy white panties which displayed a long wet patch in the gusset. Claire had never felt such power and control, on her knees or otherwise. Sarah stared back with an almost confused mask of lust and desire. Claire had learned a little in her nighttime explorations and took the initiative, reaching out to stroke Sarah's inner thighs. "Ugh." Sarah's moans were becoming less restrained. Claire figured that meant she was making solid progress. The girl reached out and pulled down Sarah's moist panties, staring with determination at the prize underneath. Unlike the wispy fuzz on Claire's developing body, Sarah's vulva had no hair. The sight was captivating. "Everything down here is sensitive," Sarah said, splitting her fingers and stroking her labia. She parted her lips and exposed the pink, slightly swollen flesh. "Especially the clitoris," she continued. Claire felt the woman's legs tense as she merely brushed her engorged bud. "You need to work slowly," Sarah instructed as Claire reached forward and stroked her palm down the woman's mound. "Different parts make for different pleasures." Sarah escorted Claire's fingers around her womanhood, stopping occasionally to describe the sensations or remark on the appropriateness of a certain type of touching. As the girl picked up the pace, Sarah became practically breathless. She lay back, apparently struggling to stay even propped up on her elbows. "The clitoris is a long nerve," she managed between gasps. Claire's grin broadened as the woman struggled to provide instruction in her increasingly helpless state. "It-- it runs back and along--Agh!" Claire relented slightly. She knew something came next and badly wanted to know what it was. "I'm going to guide you inside me, Claire." The girl didn't know what that entailed, but she was deadly curious. Sarah directed Claire's fingers all the way down her now dripping crevice and then slowly pushed in. The girl's eyes went wide as Sarah's wet warmth enveloped her fingers. She watched, enraptured, as the woman reacted to the way she flexed and moved her digits. Sarah struggled for speech, "Cu-- curl your fingers, Claire. Yes! Like that! Now reach and rub to-- towards the front until you fee-- Aaaahhh!" A totally unrestrained moan tore itself from her the woman's. It seemed Sarah Bennett had exhausted the last of her coherent speech. Claire figured she understood enough to take Sarah the rest of the way. The girl worked with both hands, acting and reacting to the woman's sounds and movements, listening to Sarah's body just as she had her own. Claire exulted in the moment. Just an hour ago, she'd stood before this terrifyingly beautiful woman, feeling practically naked and helpless. Now it seemed she had her queen's entire being in her hands. Her body like putty under the girl's fingers. She wished the feeling of control could go on forever. But Sarah's body was screaming for release and Claire almost felt cruel in dragging it on. Just a little more pace -- a little more passion -- and the woman could finish. The woman's previous instruction sprang to mind. _Fingers are good..._ Claire bent down and wrapped her lips around Sarah's clitoris, furiously flexing her fingers against the slightly rough patch of tissue inside her passage. "OH! GOD!" Sarah's bellow of pleasure was very unladylike. Claire moaned herself, bracing her arm against the woman's torso in an attempt to hold her in place as she worked through Sarah's ear-ringing climax. Eventually Sarah convulsed sharply and practically tore Claire's face away from her womanhood. Claire had a small moment of panic until Sarah seized her and clumsily dragged her up onto the bed. Claire let out a laugh she didn't know she had in her as the still quivering woman pulled her into a crushing embrace and buried her face in the girl's pink vest. A minute passed as Sarah's gasps turned to moans and then to steady, heavy breaths. Eventually she pulled her face away from Claire's chest and stared up into the girl's eyes. The woman's dusky makeup had run and she still had moistness rimming her eyes. Claire was stunned to see the look of naked vulnerability in Sarah's eyes. The woman stretched to give Claire a simple peck on the lips before nestling back into her chest with a happy murmur. "That," whispered the queen softly, "was very good." Claire's smile of pride broadened. "Thank you, Miss Bennett."