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‘Religion’ was really just a term to apply to a particular kind of group. Whether they are Catholic or Satanist, Jewish or Muslim or any one of the other world religions and countless sects and spin-offs, any religion is only as good as the people in it. Which is how there can come to be so much difference even under certain umbrellas. Sufis having almost nothing in common with Shiites and the hardline Opus Dei don’t have much in common with the far more moderate Franciscans. It was all about finding where you belonged.
When faced with the extremist Catholicism of my upbringing compared with the gentle, moderate LaVeyism of the Graves, I was starting to find a happy in between.
The day was uneventful. The two of us went about our day in a comfortable silence. The rhythms of our life together set and refined by nearly three months of close cohabitation. Neither of us setting foot outside the dorm for almost all that time.
We really didn’t have anything to hide or much to prove. The heating was doing its job almost too well and I was down to yoga shorts and a sports bra. Augustus was kicking the Nick Cave look in jeans and a white tank top, which showed not only his body but what he had allowed to be done to it. At first I was mildly shocked at the extent of his tattoos and scarring but in time I got to recognize the beauty.
We couldn’t read each other’s minds. That would be silly to even suggest. It was more like muscle memory and the ability to read the micro movements in each other’s bodies. Though it also helped that we had a long-established chore-wheel which we were both too polite not to follow.
The couch creaked under us as we flopped down, heavy with the hearty, healthy dinner we had worked together to create.
“What’s your pleasure?” Augustus inquired, holding up a selection of DVDs for me to peruse.
I made my selection at random, though I could tell from his expression that I was in for quite the experience.
Horrifying doesn’t even begin to cover it and that is in the most fundamental way. Most ‘horror’ movies strike at the most superficial of fears. Mostly in a way that could never really happen. The shock being visceral rather than emotional.
What was unfolding before me was the antimatter to that. A simple but engaging story, presented in a raw, documentary style with a truly shocking ending that literally left me hyperventilating.
Sweetheart that he was, Augustus held me close and stroked my back, waiting for me to calm down.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my mind still spinning.
It wasn’t much. Just a little kiss. A peck really, on my cheek. Still, it was enough. A trainload of desire rattling through me all at once. To my shame I basically pounced on him, kissing him hard, while trotting him. Feeling him growing hard. He was rubbing on my pussy through our clothes getting me wet.
“Sorry,” I said, breaking away.
“What for?”
“This.”
“Trust me, it’s okay.”
“I feel like I’m teasing you?”
“How so?” Augustus asked, lifting me up as he got into a sitting position, setting me down gently beside him.
I had to think about that one for a minute. Not least because I wasn’t really keen on saying that I really wanted him to fuck me. I really did want him to but also wanted to stay pure for my husband. It was really only then that the idea of sexual ‘purity’ was ridiculous. It was a cock, not cocaine. Though, from what I understood both could become really addictive.
“I-I can’t.”
“Are you talking about sex?”
“Yeah.”
“I figured that. I mean you’re a virgin right and your particular type of religion isn’t happy about the idea of premarital sex.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” I said, unable to keep from smiling.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
“I want to!” I blurted, my cheeks immediately warming.
“I get it, we’ll just have to wait. It’s fine,” he said, gently squeezing my hand.
“My bum is okay.”
The words were out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying. Even though I meant every word.
It was a way for us to be intimate while still preserving the virginity the church seemed to be so obsessed with, while not being too specific about it. The general assumption being that it meant vaginal virginity because that was the only one it was possible to detect. I really loved Augustus and wanted to make him feel good anyway I could.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I want you to do it to me in my ass,” I said, my voice only slightly wavering on the last word.
“Take off your clothes.”
My sports bra came off first, freeing my tits, the nipples already really hard. Then my shorts hit the floor, gathered around my ankles. I stepped out of them, leaving me naked. Standing in front of me, Augustus cupped my face in his muscular hands and kissed me. Both desire and calm rushing through me like a raging river. Taking me by the hand, he led me into the bathroom.
