I knocked twice on Edna's door, just as I always did when I visited. Since the elderly woman couldn't get around easily and used a walker, she'd given me a key to her house, and I usually let myself inside after alerting her to my arrival.

But on that October afternoon in 1985, the door quickly swung open. A young woman I'd never seen before stood to greet me. I realized she must own the Buick Regal parked out front.

"You must be Pastor Adam," she said with a warm smile. "I'm Serena, Edna's granddaughter."

She held out her hand, and despite my surprise at Edna having company, I was quick to take it.

"A pleasure to meet you, Serena."

It appeared the woman was just on her way out. She wore a black trench coat, along with black heels. The outfit made her sleek, shoulder-length blonde hair all the more striking. Though the coat was belted tight and concealed her clothing beneath, it seemed an unlikely choice for the chilly fall day. I was wearing my usual Oxford shirt and chinos, and the wind managed to slice through the fabric until I wished I'd grabbed a jacket.

Serena took her bottom lip between her teeth. I sensed she was trying to look regretful.

"I'm very sorry, Adam, but Gran's resting right now. She wasn't feeling well this morning, and by the time she asked me to call so you wouldn't make the trip out here, I got your answering machine and figured you'd already left."

I did my best to hide my frustration at the wasted trip. Edna was a long-time member of our church congregation, but after her husband died, she'd become something of a shut-in. As Associate Pastor, I gladly accepted the task of visiting her every Thursday afternoon. Together, we read the Bible and prayed, and I made sure her basic needs were being met.

She'd never mentioned a granddaughter named Serena. The photographs in her living room revealed she had two children, as well as several grandchildren. Since I'd moved to this town a few years ago, I'd never met any of Edna's family. She once told me they lived out of state.

"I'm sorry she's under the weather," I said to Serena. "She must be very glad you're visiting."

Serena nodded. "I'm between jobs at the moment, so I thought I'd come stay with her for a bit."

Her blue eyes, wide and solemn, accentuated her lovely heart-shaped face. I studied her delicate features, trying to keep my gaze from drifting to the hint of cleavage her coat exposed. I guessed the woman was in her early twenties, about ten years my junior.

"Gran thinks the world of you," Serena went on. "She was so disappointed about not being able to see you today."

"Should I check in on her, just to say hello?"

"She's sleeping now." Again, Serena offered that remorseful expression. "I'd hate to wake her up..."

"Of course," I hurried to say. "Best not to disturb her."

She looked past me to the gravel driveway. "Where's your car, Adam?"

I followed her stare, as if my vehicle would magically appear where I normally parked it. "In the shop. Pastor Michael dropped me off just a minute ago. I'd planned to call him so he could pick me up once Edna and I were finished today." 

"I'm heading into town now," Serena said. "Let me give you a ride."

My smile turned genuine. Taking Serena up on her offer would save a lot of time. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd really appreciate it."

"No trouble at all!" she said with a wave of her hand. "Let me get my keys and purse, and I'll be right out."

As I waited on the porch, I tucked my Bible under my arm and looked at the sky. Clouds had thickened overhead. I wondered if Serena and I would run into rain.

Once she'd joined me, I watched her check that the front door was locked behind us.

"Gran knows I have to run an errand this afternoon," Serena told me while we headed toward the Buick, "so she won't be alarmed to find me gone when she wakes up."

The passenger door to the vehicle was unlocked, and I discovered its interior was spotless, seemingly brand new. While settling into the front seat, it was all I could do not to stare at Serena. As graceful as she was slipping into the car, she couldn't stop the bottom of the trench coat from parting and revealing her thighs. I quickly determined she wore no stockings; her legs were bare.

Her appearance flustered me, and I in turn grew aggravated to be rattled. It was just that women didn't dress like that simply to go on an errand in town. The outfit—what little there was of it under that coat—wasn't appropriate.

After Serena had slipped the key into the ignition and started the car, she turned toward me. If she noticed my unease, she chose to ignore it. "You can put your Bible in the glove box if you want. That's where I keep my things." 

I didn't have a chance to respond before she handed me her small purse. The glove box was empty, and roomy enough for the purse and my Bible, so I tucked both inside. When I took a moment to fasten my safety belt, I saw that Serena didn't bother to use hers.

A single fat raindrop struck the windshield. "Looks like we might get caught in the rain," I said.

Serena kept her eyes fixed on the road. "It's no problem. Maybe a shower will cool things down."

I tilted my head, bemused. "It's October. Plenty of folks would say it's cool enough already."

"Not me!" she said. "I'm always hot."

My stare again dropped to her legs, just for a second, but it still felt like a transgression. "Where are you from?" I asked while studying her profile. I noticed her tongue dart out to slide along her lower lip.

She mentioned a town I'd never heard of. "It's not much more than a spot in the road. Blink and you'll miss the place." She shot me a grin. "Of course, this town isn't much larger, but it's nice to spend time with Gran. I doubt I'll be able to find work here, though."

"Oh, you never know." I could imagine the local businessmen doing a double take if Serena were to show up inquiring about secretarial work.

"So what drew you to the ministry?" she asked.

I ran a hand through my hair, which was a darker blond than Serena's. This was a question I'd been asked many times before, but I now struggled to form a response. My hesitancy disappointed me; I should have been ready and able to tell her about how my faith had changed me, how it had saved me.

"I suppose you could say I had a calling for it," I finally managed.

She considered my words for a moment, then nodded. When her smile returned, it bordered on sly. "You certainly have the face for it," she said. "All sweet and wholesome."

I lifted my eyebrows, and a surprised laugh escaped me. "You think so?"

Serena nodded again, more emphatically this time. "You look like you've never even thought about committing a sin."

"Well, we're all sinners, but I do my best to live a godly life."

She looked over at me and held my stare a few seconds longer than was safe. "That's admirable. Really."

I had the feeling she was mocking me. The suspicion stung, though I wasn't sure why. Turning my face from her, I glanced out the window and realized we were in unfamiliar surroundings.

"Uh, this isn't the way to town," I told her. 

"It's a shortcut," she said. "I discovered it a few days ago."

I'd lived in this area long enough to know my way around fairly well, and I wasn't aware of any shortcut out here. Rather than argue, I decided to give Serena enough time to figure out she was mistaken.

"Are you married?" she asked as the car picked up speed.

I was used to this question as well. "No, not yet."

She gave me a sidelong look. "That's... different. A pastor your age who's still single. You're in your thirties, right?"

"I'm thirty-two." I didn't mean for my response to sound so terse. In a friendlier tone, I added, "I just haven't found the right one. As you pointed out, it's a small town."

"Mm-hmm." Serena took a hand from the wheel to fan her face. "Do you think it's warm in here?"

It was actually cool in the vehicle, but before I could say so, she lowered her hand to her coat belt. I watched as she tugged it loose. 

I'd figured she had on a short dress beneath the coat, but now that the belt no longer cinched the garment closed, the top gaped open, and I got a glimpse of bare flesh. Unable to avert my eyes, I continued staring long enough to discern the curve of her left breast, and a hard nipple.

Serena glanced at me; I knew she'd caught me gawking. Immediately, I jerked my head so I was looking out the window again.

"Everything alright?" she asked. I heard the grin in her voice.

"You..." I realized I'd begun to sweat. It was a cold, nervous sweat that had nothing to do with the car's temperature. "You shouldn't go out like that. Undressed, I mean."

"I was dressed until just a second ago," she teased.

Still keeping my focus on the woods bordering the road, I said, "You need to cover up. And I believe you're lost, so why don't you let me drive us into town?"

I jumped when she patted my knee. "I'm going to pull over here for a minute. I want to talk to you."

"We're talking now!" I snapped. Even when I closed my eyes, I could vividly picture her full, firm breast, and that stiff peak. The mental image caused a surge of warmth to travel straight to my groin.

Paying no attention to my protests, Serena pulled onto the shoulder. More raindrops slapped against the windshield as she parked the car and cut the ignition.

I knew we were on a back road, nowhere near town. We hadn't seen another vehicle for several miles now. With my hands in my lap, I worked up the strength to address Serena again. "This has gone far enough."

The young woman dangled the keys in front of my face, but when I made a grab for them, she abruptly withdrew beyond reach.

"I have a confession to make," she said, slipping the keys into her coat pocket.

"I'm not a priest." My retort was issued through clenched teeth. "And this is wrong."

She blinked at me, mockingly innocent. "Let's move to the backseat. Once you hear what I have to say, I'll let you drive."

I pressed a clammy hand to my clammier forehead. Though I knew I could keep arguing, I sensed it would be a wasted effort. It would also guarantee I stayed out here in the middle of nowhere even longer. All while her coat fell open to reveal her breasts, with nipples of the palest pink... then the curve of her hip...

And then a hint of the dark blonde hair concealing her sex.

My erection strengthened until I knew it was visible to her keen eye. Desperate to escape scrutiny, I threw open the door with an exasperated sigh, then eased the passenger seat forward so I could climb into the back. Several raindrops dotted my hair and face.

Serena wasted no time in joining me. As soon as she scurried onto the back bench seat, she shrugged out of her coat. I let out a startled cry and turned from her again.

"No one will see us out here." She spoke in a soothing tone.

When I felt her hand on my thigh, I didn't have the strength to recoil. I heard her scoot even closer until her body was next to mine.

"I know what you mean about having a calling." Her breath was warm at my ear, and her fingers inched up my leg, dangerously close to my crotch. "I guess you could say I have a calling for you."

I couldn't help but whip my head around to gape at her. "What on earth are you talking about?"

She lifted her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. I hated that I missed the weight of her touch. 

"You and I aren't so different," she said. "We have the same need. The same desire." Looking down at her naked body, she added, "Isn't it obvious?"

Before I could sputter out a reply, Serena slid onto my lap so we were facing each other. It was then that I realized I was breathing heavily. Fresh sweat dampened my shirt. My gaze settled on her breasts, which were just inches from my mouth. I kept my hands at my sides, fighting the fierce urge to slide my fingers along this woman's skin.

Her legs straddled mine, and I could feel the heat of her sex through my pants and underwear. I groaned when she started moving against me. Her hips made subtle gyrations, just enough to keep my erection rock-hard.

"That's my confession," she said. "I want you, Adam. And I won't stop until I have you."

"You don't even know me!" I squeezed my eyes shut. "I can't understand why you're doing this."

I opened my eyes when she leaned forward. The swell of her breast grazed my lips.

"I want to free you," she insisted. "I want to show you who you really are." Cupping her breast in her hand, she lifted the firm nipple to my mouth. "Don't deny me."

And God help me, I latched on. My noisy suckling mingled with her moans. The more of her flesh I drew into my mouth, the faster her hips undulated. As if it had a mind of its own, my hand sought out her other breast.

I released a muffled whimper when she reached between us to unbuckle my belt. Lust ground my resistance to slivers; I readily allowed Serena to unfasten my pants.

Her touch was warm as she fondled my shaft and tip. Letting her breast escape my lips, I tilted my head and saw her smile. She held up her hand to show me the evidence of my arousal: pre-ejaculate glistened on her fingertips.

"Please," I begged.

She licked the fluid from her skin. That filthy sight made my penis twitch, as if to draw her attention back to it. She giggled, all playful now, before tugging at my pants.

I lifted off the seat, and Serena shifted just enough to allow me to yank down my pants and briefs. She moved the hem of my shirt out of the way before sliding her slick sex against my erection.

"This is wrong," I panted. "It's sinful."

But I didn't grab hold of the woman and force her from my lap. I didn't try to avoid her mouth when she lowered her head.

Her lips were as hot as her hands. In a last act of defiance, I refused to return her kiss. By that point, she'd worked herself into a frenzy, moving as if she'd taken me inside her. The continual stimulation made my knees weaken. I was thankful to be sitting down, for at that moment, I wouldn't have trusted my legs to support my weight.

Serena traced my pursed lips with her tongue, coaxing my mouth open. As soon as I yielded, she thrust her tongue inside to meet mine. It was too much. My body screamed all the warnings of an approaching orgasm.

Breaking the kiss, I pleaded, "Wait, Serena!"

Instead of slowing down, she wrapped her arms around my neck. I was smothered in her breasts, while her cheek rested against my head. Crouched down like that, she could grind against me at a breathtaking speed.

"It's okay," she whispered. "Come for me."

It wasn't only my pleasure she strove to satisfy. By the way her entire frame started quaking, I knew she was nearing climax. Her cries reverberated throughout the car. All the while, her rocking never slowed.

At the instant of my release, I grabbed onto Serena. Though my fingertips burrowed into her skin, she seemed oblivious to any pain I might have inflicted. My shout sounded anguished as I tensed up. I could only groan, helpless to stop my orgasm and the ensuing mess.

Her shoulders heaved with a sigh before she slumped against me. The heat radiating from her made me feel feverish. I let my head fall back against the seat. Rain pattered on the car's roof, competing with the sound of my shallow breathing.

I was ashamed to have sinned this way. With the ebb of pleasure, remorse crashed in like a drowning tide. 

Even stronger than my shame was my humiliation. It took so little time, so little effort, for this fast girl to make me come. Somehow, she'd made me resent my lack of experience, my very virginity. 

She made me loathe the fact that I'd tried to be so good.

Serena sat up. Her hair was tousled and her face was flushed. She gave me a giddy smile, then moved to stroke my cheek.

I smacked her hand away. "Get off of me."

For the first time since we'd met, the woman obeyed. In silence, she reached for her coat and slipped back into it. I noticed she made no attempt to wipe my semen from her skin. 

My own skin, and the bottom of my shirt, were soiled. I was still trembling while pulling up my pants and underwear. Outside the car, I straightened my clothes and buckled my belt. I paid no mind to the steady rain falling.

Serena waited for me to climb into the passenger seat. She'd obviously changed her mind about allowing me to drive, for she again sat behind the wheel.

"I'll take you home," she said. "Just give me directions to your house."

I spoke only when necessary, waiting until we'd reached the town limits to instruct her to take a right here, and to turn left there. For some reason, I couldn't stop shivering. I decided I'd take...