The Harem (13 page)

They just started shouting at me in unison again, further annoyed at my composed manner, in the face of the clothing crisis.

“If you are twenty seven, why are you acting like you’re still thirteen years old? You are not wearing that slutty outfit to church, young lady. Over my dead body are you leaving the house looking like that. I want you to turn right around and march right back up those stairs and change your clothes. Where’d you get those high heels? You look like a hooker in those shoes! You’re not going out of the house in those. What has come over you in the last few days? We’ve made you an appointment, haven’t we, honey? We called yesterday. Yes we have. We did. We’ve made you an appointment to speak with your psychiatrist. We’re worried about your strange behavior lately, honey. We made it for Tuesday morning, so it doesn’t interfere with your schedule at the restaurant. Now, honey, we think you need some help. We love you, honey. We just want to help you. Perhaps if you just talk to your psychiatrist…”

When they uttered the word, “psychiatrist”, my heart stopped and the power shifted between us. They had done this before; making everyone think I’m crazy. Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach and my confidence disappeared.

“At the clinic?”

“No dear, here. We didn’t think you’d cooperate in going to Potomac Fields to see the doctor, so he’s coming here…”

“Here?”

A home visit could only mean one thing. I’ll be leaving in the back of the white van in one of those shirts that button up the back. I stood completely still and could hardly breathe. The parental units had my full attention now. Potomac Fields…

“Now, go back upstairs this instant like your mother said and change your clothes! Are you insane? You can’t go to a House of Worship dressed like that! Do you want to bring shame to the family? This is our home, and when you’re living under our roof, you’ll have to obey our rules! Listen to your Father! Take off those awful shoes and change your clothes this instant.”

I took off my high heels.

“OK, Mom. OK, Dad. I’ll go back upstairs and change.”

After taking a few steps toward the stairs, I made a mad dash for the back door.

“Evelyn!”

I made it outside, instantly freezing my bare feet on the frost. I ran to my car, started it up and turned the heat on high. I pulled out of the driveway and looked back at my parents in the rear view mirror, yelling at me from the front porch and clutching their bathrobes around themselves in the cold.

I made it to church a little early and hung out in the classroom, straightening up the toys scattered everywhere. A few minutes before 9:30, people started dropping off their kids. The women looked at me like I was trash; the men tried to keep their eyes focused on the floor. People talked, the news spread and soon every single man in the church, as well as some who were married, came by to take a peek at the church tramp through the window of my classroom. A couple of the more confident and attractive men, the most eligible bachelors of the church, guys who had never looked at me twice before, actually came into the classroom and introduced themselves to me for the first time. They gave me their business cards and asked me out for coffee or lunch later in the week. I was actually quite flattered that they wanted to take me out on a date. The men seemed quite nice, so I took their contact information and said I would give them a call. As the two gentlemen left, I could see Mom and Dad staring at me through the window, judging me. Was I supposed to be rude and not take their cards? It was quite obvious how ashamed and disappointed my parents were in me. Their daughter, the church whore.

Finally, the 9:30 service started and I was left alone to play with the kids. I was supposed to read them children’s bible stories, but I decided I just couldn’t do it anymore.

Just as I made the decision to resign as the Sunday school teacher, I sensed his presence, burning into my backside as I bent over to calm a crying child. I gave the boy the toy he wanted, stood up and walked slowly over to Jeremy. His sexy muscular body filled the frame of the door. He was the most handsome and sharply dressed guy in the whole place. We stood very close to one another, and spoke in whispers, so I was sure no one else could hear.

“Hey you,” I said, as Jeremy leaned over and gave me an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

“You look so nice, Eve.”

“Thank you, Jeremy.”

“I told you I’d come if you tried on the lingerie. I’m a man of my word.”

“You are.”

I glanced out the window toward the chapel and bit my lower lip.

“Is there something wrong, Eve? You seem nervous.”

“In less than two minutes the services will be over and the parents will come in to pick up their kids. My parents are expecting me to go into the chapel and sit with them for the next service. I want you to wait for me in the hallway. When you see me come out, no matter what happens, I want you to walk with me to the end of the hallway, take my hand and escort me out the back exit of the church. You’ll walk me over to your car, drive me to your home, lay me down in your bed and take my virginity away today…”

“Eve… We discussed this. It’s not that I don’t want to—”

“You’ve got to get me out of here, Jeremy.”

“But I made a vow to you. We decided—”

“Jeremy. I’ve been a virgin for twenty seven years. Now that I’ve found someone that I trust enough to do this with, I’m not going to remain a virgin for a day longer. I’ll sign the contract if you’d like.”

“It’s not that, it’s just—”

I touched my finger gently to his lips.

“You have to help me, Jeremy. My parents think I have some sort of mental problem. They’ve set me up to see a psychiatrist in two days. Not at the clinic, but at my house.”

“Why at your—”

“They’re coming to my house to get me, Jeremy. If you don’t get me out of here right now, I’m afraid my parents are going to have me committed to a mental hospital…”

Jeremy’s eyes widened and he put one hand protectively on the back of my arm. I continued, “If I’m locked up in a mental ward somewhere, I’ll never have another chance to feel something. I need to know what it’s like to have sex, at least once in my life. You’re the only one who can help me. You have to help me, Jeremy. Please. I’m begging you. You have to help me.”

“Of course, Eve, of course. Whatever it is you need me to do. I’m here for you. I’m here to help you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“The service is almost over. People are coming out. Go. Wait for me in the hallway. Hopefully we can get out of here without creating a scene.”

Jeremy nodded and made a move to leave the doorway. I reached my hand out and touched his sleeve.

“Jeremy, if you can’t get me out of here, if they come and take me away and lock me up, if I never get to see you again, I want to say… thank you. You’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been. You’ve made me feel like a woman for the first time in my life. I want you to know I really appreciate it. And if you can get me out of here, I intend to show you, time and time and time again, just how much I do appreciate it.”

I stood up on tippy-toes and kissed his cheek.

“Go. Before they find out you’re here to rescue me.”

Jeremy nodded and walked nonchalantly down the hallway to the water fountain as the crowd emptied out of the chapel. I peered out of the window and saw my parents milling about in the crowd, glancing in the direction of the Sunday school. About half of the parents had come in and picked up their kids, the other half were in the greeting line along with my parents, waiting to exchange gossip with the Pastor. Finally, the 11:00 Sunday school teacher, Ms. Vivienne showed up. She stood directly in front of me, staring. She had that churchy smell of cheap perfume, hairspray and crumpled up tissues. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my parents had made it to the front of the line and were talking to the Pastor. I saw the Pastor consolingly pat my Mom’s hand. Dad tried to keep his eyes on me, looking over his shoulder toward the classroom. It was time to make a break for it.

“Ms. Vivienne, I’m glad you’re here. Do you mind watching over the rest of the kids still here from the 9:30 class until their parents get here? I’ve got to use the restroom.”

Ms. V. took off her glasses and stared me down.

“Evelyn, why on earth are you dressed for church… in such a revealing manner?”

I expected her judgmental look and ignored her.

“Do you mind taking over now? I’ve really got to go. By the way, Ms. Vivienne, I’m resigning as the early morning Sunday school teacher, effective today.”

“What? You’re resigning? Have you talked to the Pastor about this? Evelyn! Wait. Where are you going? Evelyn!”

I walked briskly down the center of the hallway away from Ms. Vivienne’s strident voice and did not look back. I was worried my Dad would at any minute grab the back of my arm and spin me around. “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Jeremy joined me mid-stride and we marched quickly down the long corridor toward the rear exit. As our hands touched, I heard my Dad’s booming voice shout, the sound of his voice echoing through the hallway.

“EVELYN!”

“Jeremy!” I shouted. “They saw us! Run!”

We slammed open the heavy church doors of the back exit, which made a terrible clanging sound. I took off my high heels and we ran as fast as we could down the back steps. Suddenly I felt giddy and started giggling uncontrollably. Jeremy also started laughing as we sprinted toward the church parking area, hand in hand. It was well below freezing outside, I was barefoot and had practically nothing on, but I swear I didn’t feel the cold. We made it to his super cool sports car. He opened my door and we got in.

“Let’s get out of here!”

“You’re hands are ice-cold, Eve. I’ve get the heater going full blast.”

“Oh my God, that was hilarious!”

“Did you drive here?”

“Oh my God! My car!”

“Do you want to follow me back to my—”

“No, no, no! We’ll come back for it later! Let’s just get out of here! They’re going to catch me! Go Jeremy! GO! GO! GO!”

Jeremy revved the engine and we were out of the church parking lot in seconds, leaving a black skid mark behind. I kept checking the rear view mirror to see if Dad was chasing us in his Volvo, but I didn’t see him, thank God. With the help of Jeremy, I made my escape from the church I had attended every Sunday my entire life. Now I was free and I was never going back there. I heard my cell phone ring, saw that it was from my parents, and turned it off.

On the way Jeremy rested his warm hand under the hem on my upper thigh, like he owned it. I opened my legs slightly, and the side of his smallest finger brushed against the outer lips of my vagina, through my open-crotched panties. He gently stroked the moist folds of my sex with his fingertips as he drove.

“You’re wearing the panties I bought you.”

“I’m wet for you, Master Jeremy.”

“I can tell, harem girl.”

When he said “harem girl”, I reached my left hand over to his right thigh and placed my hand directly over the bulge in Jeremy’s pants. I left my hand there while he drove, gently squeezing, rubbing and petting it. It took me twenty seven years, but I finally touched a man’s penis. Now that I had it cradled in my hand, I didn’t want to let it go.

“Oh my God, I don’t know what it is about you, Eve, but you’re so sexy you’re going to make me come in my pants.”

“You may if you wish, but… may I say something to you first?”

“What?”

“I’d prefer if you’d come in my mouth…”

He looked at me in disbelief. I couldn’t believe the words that had come out of my mouth either. I felt his throbbing penis shift upward. Jeremy just leaned back in his car seat. As he continued to drive, I laid down carefully, positioning myself on my side, the hem of my dress raised above my waist, my cheek resting in his lap. Jeremy adjusted the seat as far back as it would go so my head wouldn’t bump into the steering wheel. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and freed his large thick beautiful shaft from its captivity. I took his penis into my mouth as I had done in my erotic dreams and sucked. It fit perfectly over my tongue and felt nice and warm in my mouth, between my lips. At a stop light, he reached over and opened his glove compartment, and squeezed something deliciously slippery onto my back side, all before the light had changed. As I sucked upon his penis, Jeremy massaged my back side with the oil. With the help of the lubrication, I felt one of Jeremy’s long slim fingers slide effortlessly inside of my tight opening. It felt surprisingly nice and soothing to be touched there, in that private place. I’m sure we were giving the driver next to us at the stoplight a nice show, but I didn’t care. In fact, it made my vagina even more aroused knowing that we were probably being watched.

I felt the car move again. Jeremy stroked his finger in and out and I felt no discomfort or pain, just the pleasure of Jeremy filling this secret, forbidden place. When I relaxed the muscles of my hips, I felt his finger go in deeper and deeper. As his finger went in and out, my mouth went up and down on his shaft. I tried to swallow as much of Jeremy’s penis as I could. We both started moaning from the stimulation. I can’t begin to describe how good it felt. I felt the car pull off the road and stop.

“I’m sorry, Eve. I’m sorry, I can’t hold back. I’m going to… come down your throat. Oh my God, Eve… I’m sorry… I…”

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and it happened. I felt streams of thick salty sweet fluid shoot over my tongue and directly down my throat. I swallowed once and then twice, while keeping my mouth at the tip of his head. I tugged on his shaft and sucked on the rim of his penis, milking out his creamy fluid, until I swallowed every last drop. Jeremy was breathing very deeply, like he had just finished running a race. It was so easy for me to do it and it brought him so much pleasure. I held his throbbing erect shaft in my hands afterwards. When his breathing calmed, he spoke to me.

“I’m sorry, Eve. I usually have much better control than that. You made me come so fast.”

“That’s OK.”

“Was that you’re first time, Eve, giving pleasure like that?”