Чарли Андерс - Best Lesbian Erotica 2010

“I need a new start, Reverend,” she said, a soft twang in her voice quavering. “I’ve done some bad things and now I’m reaping what I sowed.”

Sydney took her nervous hands and looked Ruby in the eyes, calming her with the famed Reverend Goodblood look. “We all do things we shouldn’t, Ruby. There’s never anybody left standing to cast the first stone.” She rubbed her thumbs gently against the bones in Ruby’s hands. “Or the first punch.” Ruby’s lip was trembling. Sydney had always been a good reader of faces. “Is someone hurting you, Ruby?” she asked quietly. Ruby burst into tears.

Sydney slipped out of her chair and crouched down beside the weeping woman, stroking her arm. “You’re safe here, Ruby. You can tell me anything. It’s between you and me. And God.”

“I try to be a good wife,” said Ruby, wringing her hands. “I try to obey.” She looked up, searching Sydney’s eyes. “But Billy—that’s my husband—he don’t touch me anymore.” Her cheeks burned pinker than the roses on her dress.

Sydney found herself getting angry on Ruby’s behalf. “Unless it’s with his fists, you mean.” Ruby looked down at her lap. “It’s not right for him to do that, Ruby,” she insisted. “God wouldn’t want you to stay with a man like that.”

Ruby looked up at her, her eyes glistening with something like hope. “That’s what I thought,” she said. “But I’m afraid he’ll come after me. Will you pray with me, Reverend Cyril?”

Sydney and Ruby knelt side by side as Sydney took her hand and asked for God’s guidance. She was actually sincere this time, wishing there was something she could do to help the woman. She had completely set aside the possibility of a little “gladdening” of her heart when Ruby let go of her hand and began to slide her own along Sydney’s thigh. Sydney tried to take her hand again, but Ruby was insistent. She nearly managed to grab Sydney between the legs before Sydney grasped her hand and stopped her.

“I’m sorry,” Ruby said, her face red. “It’s just… I’ve been watching you all week, Reverend, and you’re so good and kind. Maybe it’s the joy of the Lord, but you make me feel glad and full of… spirit… and it’s been so long since Billy…” Ruby began to cry into her hands, and Sydney pulled her against her shoulder, patting her back as she wept as if she hadn’t in years, holding it all in, trying to be good.

At last Ruby quieted and leaned against her, and Sydney gave her the handkerchief from her pocket to dry her eyes. Ruby gave the sweet-smelling cloth a curious look as she folded it damp in her hands. She looked up at Sydney, her face anxious and sad.

“Reverend Goodblood,” she whispered. “I’m so alone.”

Sydney tucked her soft curls behind one ear and touched her cheek. Perhaps this one really did need Cyril Goodblood’s ministrations. Perhaps it was Sydney’s mission, maybe even a true gift from God. She swore she didn’t seek these women out. She kissed Ruby lightly and Ruby responded, running her fingers through Sydney’s slick hair to hold her closer as she explored her mouth with a kind of desperate, pleading whimper.

Ruby put her hand once more on Sydney’s thigh, and Sydney took her hand and began to press her slowly back onto the ground. “Let me minister to you , Ruby,” she whispered. Ruby pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside, shivering as Sydney kissed her throat and the warm hollow of her collarbone. She kept grabbing for Sydney, and so Sydney took both her wrists in her left hand and held her arms over her head.

She pushed Ruby’s bra up over her small teacup breasts and straddled her, leaning down to taste them. Ruby’s chest rose, her breath quickening, and she closed her eyes.

“Your skin is so soft,” Sydney murmured against her, wriggling her free hand into Ruby’s panties. Ruby arched beneath her fingers, sighing deeply as if it had truly been forever since she’d been touched, and thrust herself up to meet Sydney’s long fingers as she entered her. She was rocking against Sydney frantically, and Sydney obliged her need, pumping her fingers inside her pussy as Ruby grew rapidly wetter. Ruby groaned appreciatively, bucking against her strokes.

“Oh, yes, Reverend,” she breathed. “Yes. Right there. Oh, God.”

Ruby bent her knees, drawing Sydney deeper as she lifted her pelvis, and began to moan in sharp, short bursts with the rhythm of Sydney’s fingers.

“Oh, yes! Oh, God!” she cried, and she was jerking and arching beneath Sydney, her thighs shaking with a thunderous swell. A gush of liquid covered Sydney’s hand as Ruby cried out, spurting like a warm, sweet fountain with the contractions of her hot cunt. Sydney let go of her wrists and wriggled down along the carpet to get her mouth against that fountain of power. Ruby came again: “Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God!”

Sydney slipped her left hand into her slacks and fucked herself with it as she fucked Ruby with her right, never wavering in her attention to Ruby’s glistening, rose-pink flesh, and she came with a shout and a groan as Ruby ejaculated once more, moaning beneath her. Sydney ran her tongue against Ruby’s exhausted pussy as she drew her fingers out of both of them, drinking the fluid that trickled off of her. Ruby moaned softly, her whole body collapsed in utter relaxation against the carpet, and her freckled cheeks pleasantly flushed.

“Oh, Reverend,” she breathed with her eyes closed as if in prayer. “God has truly sent you.”

When Ruby was dressed and her spirit collected, she seemed to slip back into a bittersweet sadness once more as if remembering what she’d come for.

“I don’t know how I can leave him,” she said. “I have nothing. He owns everything. I don’t even have a checking account.” She sighed. “Maybe this is God’s will. A test that I’m supposed to endure to prove that I won’t deny him when things are dark.”

Sydney glanced over at the bag from the week’s donations, tucked beneath the dressing table. If there was ever a time when she could truly bring some joy to someone’s life who so desperately deserved it, it was now. She nudged the bag out with her foot and looked at Ruby.

“Sweetheart,” said Sydney. “I want you to take this. It’s God’s money and I think he wants you to have it. You take it, and get out of this place, get away from Billy. He’s bad news and you deserve better.”

Ruby gasped as Sydney opened the satchel stuffed with bills. “Oh, I couldn’t, Reverend Goodblood!”

“Yes you can, Ruby. I won’t take no for answer.” She zipped it up and pushed it into Ruby’s hands.

“I don’t know how to thank you, Reverend Goodblood,” said Ruby with tears in her eyes. “You’ve saved my life. Bless you.” She kissed Sydney on the cheek and shook her hand. “I won’t forget this.”

Sydney was sure she wouldn’t either. It was worth the whole week of performing just to see the gratefulness and happiness in Ruby’s eyes. She saw her out and then packed up to leave and move on to the next town. She’d be starting from scratch, and would have to do a longer tour than she’d anticipated, but this was right. She’d actually saved someone for the first time in her “ministry.”

As she walked out into the parking lot, she saw a cop car circling slowly, shining a bright light on the tent and the fairgrounds.

“Can I help you fellows?” she asked as they pulled up beside her.

“Only if you’ve seen this woman,” said the cop in the passenger seat. He held out a printout of a mug shot and Sydney bit the inside of her cheek. It was Ruby. Only her name wasn’t Ruby, it was Lisa Swanson, aka Laurie Swanson, aka Lilly Swift and she was wanted for swindling unsuspecting older men out of their life savings. Sydney shook her head.