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 God in Heaven By Dryad (MF, Exh, Flash)

   Her hand gripped the bench in front of her before returning to her lap.

   "What are you doing?" she whispered frantically.

   His enigmatic smile and his fingers climbing her thigh beneath her dress
were his only answer.  They brushed lightly, teasing her sensitive skin. 
Her lids fluttered as he caressed small circles on her inner thigh,
creeping ever closer to the line of her panties.  She squirmed, trying to
dislodge his hand, but he was determined.  His eyes focused forward, but
his hand...

   She shifted upon the bench, sitting ramrod straight.  Her body was tense
as his fingers cleared the barrier of elastic and softly stroked her damp
lips.  They receded, then returned only to delve deeper.  His fingertip
found, then fluttered, over the taut pearl he unearthed.  Again and again
he flickered his finger against it until she thought she'd faint with
bliss. Her hand tightened on the papers in her lap, rustling them slightly.
She could see the ghost of a smile on his face as she fought for control.
Her teeth bit down on her lower lip, holding back her need to moan, to
squeal, to cry out.

   And still his fingers teased and tempted her core.

   She felt the tension coming, afraid of coming, not wanting to come, but
as certain as the sun, the waves started to envelop her.

   "Oh, GOD!" she cried out.

   "Can I have an 'Amen, Sister!' Another Soul saved!" the preacher called
out as the congregation turned toward her blushing face.
   copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com)2003