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I’ve never done anything like this.
I never meant for things to go this far.
I remember sitting on the bench in the lobby of that hotel, watching travelers walk by without giving me a second glance. I remember being extremely nervous, tapping my foot anxiously, while looking around the lobby for any signs of somebody I knew. I remember my palms were clammy and my heart was beating 100 miles an hour.
Why was I doing this? Didn’t I know how wrong this was? Am I a horrible person? What if somebody sees me sitting here?
As I continued to crane my neck, scanning for faces who might recognize me, my mind floated back to how this all began. It sounded like something you would see on the news: How the All-American soccer mom let her emotions and desires get the best of her, while doing something crazy. People would mock her on TV, wondering just what the hell was going through her mind, and what sort of misguided fantasy got her in this mess in the first place. You always hear about the end story, but you never really hear about what led up to it and how a person with seemingly everything going for her, would throw it all away. I guess I better start from the beginning:
My name is Anna. I’m 29 years old. I have two children, a good job and a great house in the suburbs.
I was also about to cheat on my husband with the person he least expected.
Even at this crazy stage of my life, I realized I was living the life that most people would die for.
After college, I got a fantastic job as a buyer for a local department store. Sometimes it seemed like work, but I always came back to the same realization… I was being paid to shop! Despite my degree and background in advertising, it became the perfect way to be around other people and to fulfill my childhood dream of working in fashion. Sure, our chain of twenty stores across the south weren’t super fancy, but they gave me a chance to travel the world and meet with designers and importers that were well known in the industry. I had been doing this job for several years by this point, and had really started to feel like I was hitting my stride.
I met my husband, Mike, in college where we were married five months after graduation in a small but beautiful ceremony. The day was amazing, and I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect partner to start my adult life with. Within three years we had our daughter Bree and 18 months later her sister Audrey was born. Shortly after that, we moved to our new home in suburban Nashville, and quietly settled in as one happy little family.
My husband is a decent man, but quite the opposite of myself. Whereas I was raised in a single parent home, he was the youngest child of nine. He is also super close with his parents, whereas I might see my mother once a year during the holidays. (My father I haven’t seen since I was 12). He is quiet, serious and religious. Meanwhile, I’m chatty, silly and free-spirited. People often ask us how we can be together so long, while being such opposites. The simple answer is that we’re never bored and are a very good compliment for one another. Despite our opposite paths and personalities, our differences keep things fresh and always exciting. Mike certainly had his flaws, but he was always supportive of me and the girls. Beyond anything else, I’ll be forever grateful to him for that.
After about a year or so though, everything started to change.
Mike was working more and more late hours, and the girls were spending far more time at their grandparent’s house (his folks) than in ours. Our schedules were tedious, and the simple stress of everyday life was certainly starting to cause friction between all of us. Our sex life was never crazy good, but it was never bad either. Mike had only been with two women before me, (So he says) and I always loved his naïve way of looking at sex. I on the other hand lost my virginity at 16 to a boy I had met at the movie theaters that same night. Although my sexual experiences never came up, I could tell that Mike always felt a little inferior in a way. We never talked about it, but I knew that my sexual past was somehow keeping us from enjoying a better sexual present.
Despite growing apart, Mike and I did the best we could at remaining involved as parents. We took turns driving to and from soccer games and dance recitals, and he was always very good at coordinating a way to pick the girls up, no matter what else we had going on. The one thing he was NEVER flexible on, however, was church.
I grew up in an agnostic home, while Mike’s family never missed a service…ever. Every single Sunday, since the day he was born, he has made it to church. That’s actually quite impressive, if not a bit sad. (Considering ümraniye masöz escort there are so many things to do on Sunday mornings, most of which do not include hanging out with people you never would talk to at any other point in your life.)
Anyhow, we navigated our differences in that area pretty well, and I did my motherly duty to take the girls to Sunday School on a weekly basis. It was a nice compromise, and a nice way for me to get out of the house for an extra half hour or so each week. Sometimes I stayed and gossiped with acquaintances. Sometimes I went back home for a while before returning. It all just depended on my mood that day.
One random Sunday in April, I was dropping the girls off at St. Paul’s, when I was met at the door by an angelic young woman wearing a gorgeous floral print sundress.
“Hi, you must be Bree and Audrey’s mom! It is so great to finally meet you!”
She was rather petite in stature, featuring an athletic frame and a distinct southern drawl. Her arms were powerful, has her shapely hips were perfectly well defined in the polished softness of the flowing sundress. Brown curls fell to her shoulders, partially pinned up in a perfectly manicured white bow. Her shoes screamed middle America, as did the dimples on both of her cheeks. If there was a Stepford Wife training program somewhere, Sunday School edition, this girl was most definitely a part of it.
“Hi,” I replied, surmising the intentions of her overly-cheerful greeting. “I’m Anna, so nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too. I’m Liz,” She said shaking my hand. “Your girls are such dolls! Oh my goodness, I just love them so much. God has really blessed your family”.
“Thanks” I replied.
“This is only my second weekend here, but I already feel like I know them.”
“Oh really?” I stated. “Where were you before that?”
“Pastor Dan is my uncle, and I’m staying with them for the summer while I work on an internship for school. I’m going to be a sophomore at Cumberland University in the fall, but I’m trying to get in as many hours as I can before school starts back up. I’m teaching Sunday School because Uncle Dan…oops, Pastor Dan, needed help with the younger kids”
After spending a few minutes with this girl, my thoughts were all over the map. First and foremost was her innocent but charismatic demeanor. The second thing that struck me, was how absolutely GORGEOUS she was, despite her overly goody-two-shoes persona. Her green eyes sparkled under the mid-morning sun, and her complexion radiated an almost halo-like quality about her. Given different surroundings and a touch-up here or there, I was quite convinced she could be one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen.
After a few minutes of chit-chat, Liz checked her phone.
“Oh my goodness, I’m late! I’m so sorry to run, but the Lord calls!”
I smiled, nodded and gave her a half-hearted wave as she disappeared behind the glass double doors of the church.
The following week, I began to think about Liz quite a bit. Whether it was shopping at the grocery store or walking the dog in the evening; For some reason, her chipper persona and sunshine demeanor stuck in my head like a bad cold. But why? I couldn’t decide if I was developing a crush on her, or wanted to punch her in the face. Perhaps it was the accent? Maybe she reminded me of somebody else from when I was younger? I couldn’t figure it out for the life of me, as she continued to show up in my head on an almost hourly basis.
The next Sunday, I found myself at the door to the church with the girls once again, and just like the previous week, there was Liz gleefully welcoming the children into the house of God.
“Good morning girls! Oh My Goodness! Look how adorable you both look!”
Once again, she radiated the image of divine perfection. This time wearing a form-fitting green dress and matching scarf, her hair plunged over her shoulders like chestnut waves of heaven. Her legs, visible this time, flowed from her dress in a way that simply defined sexy, yet subdued. Her smile beamed and her laughter was toxic.
“Hi Anna! How are you!!??” She squealed, giving me a half-hearted hug.
“I’m good Liz, thanks. How are you?”
“I’m great!” she replied. “The girls look so adorable today, like little pieces of heaven that have fallen from the sky”.
“Well”, I shot back, “You don’t see them at the crack of dawn, throwing toys at me and drawing pictures on the bathroom floor with my lipstick.”
Liz laughed hysterically. “Well, you know God only fills the souls of children with mischief to remind us of our own imperfections.”
I took a deep breath and was quickly reminded of the part of Liz that I didn’t really like. “That’s true,” I said, following the upbeat and happy exchange with six to eight seconds of brutally awkward silence. “Well, I better be going now. Have fun girls and listen to Miss ümraniye olgun escort Liz!” Liz grabbed the girls by the hand and gave us an excited wave.
On the way back to the house, I had a sudden and startling realization. Our neighbor, Mrs. Simpson has a son that just started going to school at Cumberland last semester. I wonder if he knows her? It’s a not a huge school, but certainly worth a shot right? Once I pulled into the driveway, I immediately headed next door to the Simpson house, knocked rapidly on the front door. After waiting almost a minute for an answer, I made out a subtle engine noise coming from the backyard, where their eldest son Matt was mowing.
“Hi Matt!” I yelled. “Having fun?”
“Oh, hi Mrs. Lyons. No, I’m not having fun. Not at all”. We both chuckled at his unfortunate outdoor chore assignment and made some sort of reference to the weather. After a couple of seconds of uncomfortable silence, it was pretty clear that Matt had no idea what I wanted, and wasn’t too comfortable talking to me in the midst of his yardwork.
“Sorry to bother you Matt,” I began, “But do you know a girl named Liz Thomas who goes to your school? I know it’s a fairly big place but…”
Before I could finish my sentence, Matt’s eyes began to bulge out of his head, and his jaw started to drop.
“Liz Thomas? Brown hair? Short and super-hot?”
“Yeah, I think so. Do you know her?”
Matt began to laugh, “Oh Mrs. Lyons, everybody knows Liz Thomas”
“What do you mean?” I snapped back, not even realizing the tone I was taking.
“Mrs. Lyons, EVERYBODY knows Liz Thomas”
Matt began to tell me story after story about a young woman who had become an infamous minor celebrity on the Cumberland campus this year. The stories were as unbelievable as they were shocking. The laundry list sounded like something out of a porn star’s ICloud calendar. Based on Matt’s account of rumors and second-hand stories, Liz Thomas in the past school year had:
-Participated in a rush week gangbang at a Sigma Nu fraternity party
-Was arrested for indecent exposure and criminal trespass when she was caught having sex with two other boys on the baseball field during parent’s weekend.
-Filmed herself and three roommates having an orgy in her dorm and submitting it to an amateur porn website contest. (A contest they won, apparently)
-Was caught giving a blowjob to several members of the campus maintenance crew.
-Participated in several amateur strip club contests. (Events she also often won.)
And last but not least, she ran an extremely profitable webcam business where she did everything from strip to stuff various toys and household items into her vagina for the arousal and benefit of paying viewers from around the world.
Needless to say, my jaw was now scraping the top of the freshly mowed grass. My mind burst into a million pieces, before I quickly came to the realization that there was no possible way this was the same girl. Matt was a good kid, and I had known him since he was twelve, but the odds that the woman who was singing bible songs to my kids last Sunday is the same woman featured in homemade porn videos was definitely somewhere between slim and none.
In a moment of self-realization, Matt was suddenly mortified.
“I’m Sorry Mrs. Lyons” he stammered. “I probably shouldn’t talk like that. I’m sure she’s a nice person. How do you know her?”
Attempting to become political, I tried to think of the easiest way to tiptoe around this entire situation. “Oh, I just met her at the grocery store the other day, and wasn’t sure if you knew her”.
Matt’s expression perked up. “You saw her here? In town?!? What is she doing here? I thought she went to live with her uncle or something who was opening some bible camp?”
My jaw again scraped against the sod as the glow of happiness continued to build on Matt’s face. “No,” I shot back. “She’s definitely here in town.”
“Cooooool!” he replied, as a giant smiled continued to build on his face.
I turned around, said my thanks, and headed back to my house, nearly tripping on my young neighbor’s tongue along the way. For the next hour or so, I sat alone at my dining room table, trying to make sense of it all. How on EARTH was this the same girl whom I had met the previous Sundays? I mean, I’ve heard of sexually repressed girls going wild when they go off to college, but gangbangs? Porn videos? Public sex? This was so far beyond anything I had ever heard of; it was difficult to even comprehend.
But at the same time, even without admitting it, it also turned me on like nobody’s business. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I was overwhelmed with her aura and beauty. I had never really felt anything like it, and had an extremely hard time processing what it meant. I’d had crushes before, even crushes on far younger men. But the fact that she was 18 and a female, really threw me for a curve.
As I continued ümraniye ucuz escort to process all of this information, an ironic e-mail hit my inbox with the familiar “ding”. With a few swipes of my phone, I opened it up, and began to read:
“Dear St. James parents,
Thank you so much for allowing your children into my heart over these past few weeks. The kids and I have been getting to know each other pretty well, and I must say, I’m in love with each and every one of them! God fills our life with so many precious miracles, that it’s hard to put into words the joy that they bring me. I pray that you’ll continue to allow me to teach them the values of being a good Christian, and hope that the joy and light they bring each and every day enriches your life as much as it does mine.
I invite each and every parent to please stop by the Sunday School room this Sunday at 8:45 for cookies, orange juice and a short program the kids have come up with.
May the Lord continue to bless you and your families and I pray for your wellbeing and happiness”.
Elizabeth Ann Thomas
A voice kept thundering through my head, “THIS WOMAN MAKES GANGBANG VIDEOS!?!?!?”
The confusion continued to swirl inside my mind. There was absolutely no possible way this was true. How could it be? I mean, it’s one thing to live a double life, and lord knows that a LOT of people tied to the church have been associated with lewd and unsavory behavior. However, this was well beyond any level of my comprehension. Even the most rational and intelligent person could see that this entire clash of personalities was impossible.
In the days leading up until the next Sunday, Liz Thomas became my obsession, and I found myself thinking about her constantly. One second I would picture her smiling face waving hello as my car pulled into the parking lot, while the next minute, all I could picture was streams of hot cum, covering every inch of her face, sticking to her eyelashes…her lips…her hair.
I was descending into madness.
By the time Sunday came, I was a nervous wreck.
Since I was going to stick around for the entire morning, I decided I better dress up just a bit, and found a rather sexy white dress that I had last worn for Mike’s last holiday party. It was somewhat short for a church function, and I doubt that the lord would appreciate a couple inches of cleavage sitting in his pews, but something inside me felt it was the thing to do.
As we turned the corner to the church, my heart began to pound. Like clockwork, Liz Thomas was standing the doorway adjacent to the Sunday School room, just as she always had. Not surprisingly, she looked as gorgeous as ever, with her hair pulled up in the familiar ribbon, and her amazing curves nestled under another spectacular baby blue sundress. I pulled the van into the parking stall and took a deep breath. Looking back, there was no real reason to be nervous, but after all I found out about her from Matt, I was in a constant tug of war within my own brain.
Once inside the classroom, Liz had the children sit in a large circle as she sat in the kid-sized chair in front of them. There were only five children in the entire class (two of which were mine), as the parents filled in around her. By a possible subconscious coincidence, I found myself directly to her left, standing over her left shoulder, looking down at her as she read and sang from the songbook. As she and the children belted out a cheery rendition of “He’s got the whole world”, my eyes were fixated downward on the area of cleavage that had appeared from the top of her dress like a mirage. Her breasts were especially spectacular at that angle, and I did all I could to take in every inch of her (without getting caught of course).
Standing so close to her, my very impure thoughts caused my knees to shake and my eyebrows to twitch. From this angle I could clearly see the lacy white features of her incredibly skimpy bra, down to her pink nipples that hugged the inside fabric snuggly. Her posture was picture perfect, as she turned upwards to smile at me. My brazen stare quickly flipped to a fraudulent smile as the wetness began to build between my legs.
It was maddening.
After the kids’ program and church service, I decided I needed a little bit of down time to comprehend what was happening inside my brain. Mike took the girls home early, and the usual “coffee hour” allowed me time to sit quietly in the corner of the fellowship hall and take in everything I had learned and felt over the past few weeks. I didn’t really like talking to the people that attended our church, but at this point, I would talk to just about anybody to take my mind off of my building obsession with my children’s Sunday School teacher.
After chatting with Mara Granderson about her stupid cat, and listening to Sara Moorse go on and on about her son in law school, I decided that I had had enough. As I lifted my cup to my mouth, a familiar and haunting voice filled my head, just before I pull the last sip from the porcelain china.
“Anna, hi! Are you leaving?”
Liz Thomas stood 5 feet from me, her curves piercing my soul like needles. Her eyes, melted through my being as I desperately tried to come up with how to handle the situation.
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