Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Oh wait. It’s an email from Pastor Jason, Jordan’s co-pastor at the church. That’s weird. He’s never emailed me before. I wasn’t even sure he knew my name, to be honest.
I hesitate before clicking. I wonder what he wants from me. I can’t tell from the subject line because it just says, ‘A request.’ I open up the email and scan it quickly. I know I missed some words in my haste, so I go back and give it another read.
Hi Mira,
I’m Pastor Jordan’s friend and co-pastor, Pastor Jason. I hope you don’t mind that I’m writing you. I found your email in the New School database.
I just wanted to see if you have time to discuss a few things. If you’re available Sunday morning before services, Pastor MacKinnon and I will be in my office starting at 7 a.m. If you could join us before worship, we’d appreciate it. I think there’s a lot to discuss.
Yours in God,
Pastor Jason
It’s a pretty standard email, and there’s nothing that stands out about it except the fact that he emailed me in the first place. This has to be about what happened yesterday with Pastor Jordan.
My cheeks flush.
Does that mean he told Pastor Jason everything that happened? Would Jordan have gone into great detail? Oh my god! But I can’t ask Jason if he knows. That would be awkward because what if he doesn’t know? Then it’s opening the door for a lot of weirdness.
Plus, I’m not that confrontational. I’m just going to email him back confirming a meeting time. Slowly, I hit reply and send a message back.
Hi Pastor Jason:
Sure, I’d be happy to stop by at 7:30 on Sunday.
See you then.
Always in His Grace,
Mira
Service starts at nine, so it’ll give us at least an hour to talk about whatever the pastors want to discuss. Although given what happened, it’s pretty obvious.
Oh my goodness. This is going to be awkward. It has to be.
It feels like I’m in some kind of soap opera because I’ve never had so much happening in my life all at once. My heart is literally racing, and it feels like it’s going to burst from my chest into my lap.
What are they going to ask me? I hope Pastor Jordan isn’t mad at me. And how much does Jason know? He didn’t sound mad in the email, but there also weren’t a lot of clues in there.
I guess my only option is to wait until we get together on Sunday. Holy cow. What will I wear?
I stop abruptly. That’s a thought I’ve never had before. I always try to look presentable at church, but it’s never been something I go crazy about. But if I’m going to be in a room with Pastor Jordan and Pastor Jason by myself, I need to look my best because they’re handsome men who make my heart race. Those blue eyes, that charcoal black hair – even now, my pulse is starting to pick up once more.
Not that I’m expecting anything to happen. Yesterday really was amazing, but if Pastor Jason is also going to be there then nothing’s going to happen. I think.
“Is anything wrong?” Jessie interrupts, her eyes curious. I blush. I love Jessie, but sometimes she’s just too perceptive.
“Nothing. Something weird just came up on my screen is all.”
“Um, okay,” she chuckles.
She turns back to her screen, focusing on her homework again. I know that I should mirror her actions, but my mind’s spinning like crazy. Yesterday was my first time doing anything with a man. It was my first kiss even, and his lips were so skilled. He was gentle, but he also didn’t treat me like some porcelain doll. The one thing I can’t get over is how into me he seemed. I’ve never had a guy touch me like that. I’ve never even had a guy look at me like that.
It was absolutely crazy.
And it felt so good.
Plus, having Jordan inside of me was absolutely indescribable. It felt taboo but titillating as well, and I would one hundred percent do it again.
I’ve heard the other girls in my high school talk about sleeping with their boyfriends, and I always thought they were overexaggerating a little bit. There were girls who would rave about how great it felt, and how huge their boyfriends were, but now I know that it wasn’t a lie. Jordan definitely knew what he was doing, and his size made me shudder and squeal.
Oh, and I can’t believe that it was anal!
In all honesty, I never thought I’d do something so dirty. But it didn’t feel that way with him. It felt perfect.
It felt like the right thing to do.
The only crappy thing is that he got kind of weird afterwards. Why? Maybe he was shocked like I was because I think the only thing he mumbled was a quick “bye.” I mean, I don’t know what people typically do after making love, but surely, there’s more than that. My mom never really told me what to expect because we never talked about things like that. Sex was always discussed within the context of marriage, but that was the type for making a baby.