Nothing offered me greater excitement than the moments shared with my ever ebullient group of five at the New Life Pharmaceutical Company. Amidst the monotonous drill of packing, counting, packaging and documentation of pungent smelling drugs, I found solace in my army of friends. In one of our numerous conversations, Funmi, Faith, Fiyinfoluwa, Hadassah and yours sincerely, Judith had christened our group the superstar babes. From the night clubs to the sex hubs around the city, we were a noticeable group. Our popularity, perhaps more than anything else, was accentuated by the sheer uniformity of our physiological frames.
Slenderly built , moderately tall and black, we titillated our body structures with the elegance and excitements of sparkling clothes and swashbuckling jewelries. Amidst the boredom of drug sales, we found seductiveness, sexuality and nightlife vivacity as abiding credos.
My diverse workplace experiences had revealed that in every company with some bad girls, there are always oddities. Our oddity, at the New Life Company, was Sister Oluchi.
Sister Oluchi was the very epitome of spiritual and moral radicalism. The flowery nature of her gowns; the flavourlessness of her facial make-up and the tepidity of her gentility made Sister Oluchi unpopular, at least among my group of friends. She hardly spoke, never came late and never collaborated with others for poaching of company’s pharmaceuticals for sales. Her particularly critical apostolic homilies during tea breaks were particularly interesting to me, but not to any of my friends.
It was my humility and seeming reception of her teachings that endeared me to her. Soon, Sis Oluchi drew me closer. She showered me gifts. She seized every avenue to preach Jesus-the fulcrum of her gospel- to me. She wanted to know if I was born again. She espoused the new Life. And encouraged me to seize the rare opportunity Jesus Christ had bequeathed to me.
On a particular Thursday, the summation of her consistent teachings finally broke my defences. She had, after buying me lunch, as usual, brought me to a side and said,
“Sister Judith. Jesus loves you. He has great plans for you. He is ready to redeem you from all of your iniquities. And offer him a new life. This might be the last chance. Think about it”
At that point, I made reflections into my past: The early years leading morning devotions at home; The endless streams of fasting and prayers for ‘lost’ souls during my teenage years; the 24 hour tongue-speaking sessions during my undergraduate years. I decided I needed to return to the cross.
I informed Sister Oluchi of my decision. She hugged and prayed with me. There was a retreat she wanted me to attend. I agreed. I informed my friends of my decision to turn to Christ and attend the retreat. Our paths grew apart from there. There was no turning back. Or so I believed.
Soon, it was time for the retreat. I followed Sister Oluchi to the campground of the Path of light church.
The retreat was partitioned into morning and evening sessions. Sister Oluchi had particularly talked about the late night walks and sightseeing, including the opportunity to meet new people. It was what most males and females do before retiring to their respective hostel.
On a particularly memorable night, the second of the five day retreat, I had gone on sightseeing alone. Sister Oluchi decided she needed to rest after assisting in general sanitation. I had strolled across the dark car parks, immersing myself in the stillness and coolness of the darkness interspersed by flashes of the street lights
“Good evening sister,”, the guttural, gangling voice shook me off my reverie
“ Good evening,” I looked back and surveyed the figure behind me. The man was tall, dark and handsome. Draped in a white shirt with blue ties to match, his perfectly trimmed moustache was complimented with a black, tingling, shoe that gave him a pastoral look.
“I am Pastor Seun, Youth Leader of the South West Region”
“I am sister Judith, a new convert”, I responded, absolutely relieved I was with a pastor and not a stranger.
His calm mien, coupled with the apostolic air around him raised my inhalation of fresh air. Soon, we got talking. He asked of my details. How I got to the church, how my retreat experience had been. While we talked, we strolled. Suddenly, we were in a small building. He led me in, across the alley then into one of the rooms. The door slammed shut. He held my hands, and pulled me close.
Sensing what was coming, “We shouldn’t do this. It is sinful”, I managed to quip.
He said nothing, while his grip came tighter. He wrapped my arm around him closer. He kissed me. Initially, I demurred. My past sexual adventures in the weirdest of places came rushing to my head.
My defences splintered. I gave in to the temptation and allure of another delicacy of sex awaiting me. I had three more days at the retreat. My redemption could wait.
I finally received his probing lips. Our kissing intensified, as our clothes flew in haphazard directions. The coolness of the late night breeze thickened my nipples. Pastor Seun grabbed my right nipples, played his right thumb across it, then plunged the pebbled nipple into his mouth. He sucked, bit and licked my nipples. He focused on the second nipple which was already seeking attention through its hardening. Soon, my two nipples were alternatively slouched in his mouth.
He gently placed me on the small bed in the sparsely lit but properly ventilated room. I could barely see his expressions as he rammed me with royal strokes. I moaned and cried and shrieked, reveling in the ecstasy of sexual bliss.
After we were done, we quickly dressed up then made for our respective hostels. Pastor Seun guided me through mazy pathways, so we were not seen.
That night, on my hostel bed, just beside Sister Oluchi, I lay , thinking of the day’s turn of events. My pussy was still throbbing from the ferocity of Pastor Seun’s strokes. I had thoroughly enjoyed the unanticipated sex date.
I had a decision to make. And I made it fast. The church life was not for me. I had to call my friends and apologize to them. I also had a story to tell them- that of my encounter with ravishing pastor who treated me to rousing sex on my quest for redemption at a church retreat.