Chapter 3

Social Distancing No More

I entered the room quite tentatively, clutching the medicines and glass of water to my chest, eyes cast to the floor. The room was quite warm, almost like a sauna. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by staring at her body, though she seemed perfectly comfortable lying nude in my bed, even after sharing such an intimate experience: a full-bodied female orgasm, with me, a complete stranger. I admit to giving her just one sideways discrete glance and what I saw was a most erotic vision. Sitting with her back against the bed frame, her torso was propped up by pillows, the voluminous flesh of her lovely pink breasts proudly and unapologetically displayed, the vertical slit of her female opening still welcoming and wet, her legs crossed at her ankles, her body relaxed. I deduced from her comfort level at my presence in the room that she seemed to like being looked at. But who am I to judge? If your slate is clean, then you can throw stones, etcetera. I may be the minister of the church, but I’m not a judgmental person, per say. While I recognize other men of the cloth may have found her behavior to be highly inappropriate, I could not help but feel honored to be in the presence of such a lovely, uninhibited woman. There was something so breathtakingly pure and innocent about her, post-coitus. It was a sublime spiritual experience for me, as if one of the angels of old descended from Heaven in all her blazing glory to breathe new life into me, both body and soul. I wish I too could be naked and unashamed like Adam in the Garden, without sin and at peace with the world. Blessed from above, with a renewed sense of meaning and purpose in my life, Elenora made me feel comfortable in my own skin.

Stopping at the foot of the bed, I offered the Goddess her glass of water and she took a long drink. As if in a dream, I watched her set the glass on the bedside table, admiring her slender, ethereal wrist. If I could only rest my lips there, just for a moment. She turned to me and the angel spoke.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied.

To distract me from staring at her breasts, which were quickly becoming the object of my obsession, I read and reread the labels of the medicines. I tried to remain calm and decided to pretend everything was perfectly normal and that I had nursed several naked women back to health during my tenure as minister of the church. Yet nothing could stop me from becoming physically aroused by her presence.

“I didn’t know whether I should give you a spoonful or two of this multi-symptom cold reliever,” I mumbled, “or just a couple of Tylenols. I thought we could start by taking your temperature.”

“You are a very sweet man for taking care of me when I’m sick, you know,” she replied in a soft, breathy, seductive voice.

“That’s quite all right. I mean, it’s my pleasure to be of service to you, Miss. That’s what our church is for. After all, I am Head Pastor here.”

“I will take care of you too, sir, if you get sick. You can count on that. I want to take care of you, to pay you back for the kindness you’ve shown me.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“Oh, but it is. I insist…”

In response, I nodded like a dim-witted person, smiling, thermometer in hand, just happy to be in the same room with her. It was like the devil’s furnace in her super-heated room. My palms felt sweaty and I began to perspire under my arms, on my forehead.

“So,” she said quite flirtatiously, “would you like to put it in my mouth now, or later?”

What was she asking me? No, it couldn’t be… Playing dumb, I acted the part of her neutered devotee.

“What do you mean?”

She glanced down at my hardening flesh, poking up indecently under my robe, and then looked at me with raised eyebrows. She now knew that I was sexually aroused and, what’s worse, she knew that I knew she knew. I stood there erect and ashamed, holding the medicines.

“What do you think I mean?”

“You mean… the thermometer.”

“Of course. Was there something else you wished to put in my mouth, sir?”

“No.”

“Then you may proceed with your examination, sir. I’ll try to be an willing and obedient patient for you.”

She looked into my eyes, held out her tongue and waited. Light-headed, I realized I’d been holding my breath the entire time during our talk. After exhaling, I placed the thermometer under her tongue. We stared at each other in silence, while waiting for the result. I smiled and she blinked her eyes once, very slowly. The thermometer dinged and I checked her temperature.

“It’s a little elevated, but not too bad,” I said. “Only 99, thank God.”

“I always run a bit hot,” she said with a smile.

“I haven’t heard you coughing which is also a good sign. Do you have a sore throat?”

“No, though it feels a bit dry. Like I could use something… juicy to suck on,” she said with a piercing, feline look, like a tiger stalking its prey.

Was she flirting with me? She seemed very flirtatious. It had been so long since I’d spoken to a woman, I wasn’t sure. My heart pounded so hard like it wanted to burst out of my chest.

“Are you experiencing shortness of breath?”

“I was a moment ago, as you may recall.”

I blushed, remembering the moment of her climax, the open mouth, the twitching flesh, the milky-white fluid oozing out of the moist curled lips of her sex, coating the cute, puckered opening of her anus and dripping down her inner thighs.

“But not now?”

“You’re sweet. No. I’m breathing normally now, Pastor.”

As I stared, she stretched her arms over her head again and yawned, lifting the flesh of her breasts heavenward. She smiled and I shyly looked down at the medicine bottle.

“I’m thinking we could try the cold medicine and see how that works,” I suggested. “Then we can move on to the Tylenol in the morning, if the fever hasn’t broken by then.”

“Whatever you think, Doctor. I put myself completely in your hands,” she replied, placing her hands behind her head and arching her back slightly, causing her attractive breasts to appear even more prominent.

I focused on the NyQuil and poured out a dose on the spoon. She opened her mouth and I placed the spoon on her tongue. She winced from the taste when she swallowed.

“Sorry. Just one more spoonful. It will help you to sleep.”

“I hope so. I haven’t slept much the last three days.”

Happy to finally know something about her, I jumped on the new information.

“Really? Why haven’t you been sleeping? Is there something going on in your life you’d like to talk about? I am the Pastor here.”

She had a serious look in her eyes for a moment and then shrugged, accompanied by the corresponding jiggle of her breasts.

“No, not particularly.”

I carefully poured out another spoonful.

“Well, this should help,” I said.

After swallowing the second dose, she took a drink of water and settled down into bed.

“I left a cold cloth for your forehead on the table if you need it.”

“You’re very kind. Thank you.”

“Well, I’m sure you need some sleep. I’ll leave so you can get some rest,” I said, turning to leave.

“Wait,” she said. “Don’t go. I’m cold.”

“Oh. Let me turn up the heat.”

“No, the room is warm, but I have the chills. Can you tuck me in?”

“Sure.”

I picked up the blankets and bedsheet off the floor, tucked them under the mattress and pulled them up to her chin.

“There.”

“I’m still cold,” she said.

“Do you want your clothes? I think I saw them on the floor.”

“No, they’re itchy on my skin.”

She shivered.

“I’m so cold,” she repeated. “Would you do something for me?”

“Sure,” I replied.

“Can you get in bed beside me?”

The apple glistened in my hand. I hesitated.

“Are you sure? I’m…”

“I need to feel a warm body against my skin. I’m so cold.”

My heart kept pounding in my chest.

“I’d like to help you. I would. It’s just…I’m not sure. I mean, I really don’t think…”

“I’m cold, sir. I’m so cold. I’ve already swallowed your nasty medicine. Why can’t you do this for me? You say you want to help. Are you the kind of man who likes to see a woman beg?”

“No, it’s not that. I’m…”

“Please, sir. Come under the sheets and warm me up. You’re so mean to me. Can’t you see I’m shivering?”

What would Jesus do, in such a circumstance? I recalled how respectful he was to Mary Magdalene. But unlike Jesus I knew I would never be able to resist her. She was making it so easy for me, holding the apple to my lips. All I had to do was bite.

“Well, I suppose I could try to warm you up for a few minutes, if you’d like.”