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when I heard a tap on the door, turning I saw Charlotte, her face bright red with embarrassment as she realized I was still changing. I did however notice her eyes widen as she saw my tattoos and there was no way she could miss the erection I was sporting.
     
    “Sorry I was just wondering where the bathroom is” her voice had returned to its whisper again, she really was too shy for words.
     
    “It’s the second on the right, don’t worry I should have shut the door but I am so used to being here alone” I gave her a wink to try and break her awkward stance.
     
    She made her way into the bathroom and I made my way back to the kitchen, where I grabbed a couple more beers. As I returned to the sofa I saw her down her beer in one go and smile as she reached up to take the second bottle.  I took a good slug out of my bottle drinking in how gorgeous she was. I still had two more days before I would see Sasha again; I hadn’t seen her for two weeks as she had been visiting family in another state. Add that and this beauty before me and you get one extremely horny Trey.
     
    As I sat back down Charlotte scooted herself closer, inspecting my tattoos, she seemed enthralled by the fact I was a pastor that was adorned with ink. Could this be the moment I could take advantage? Or should I get to know this young woman slowly, she seemed to be completely different to others.
    I lifted my tank to show her the rest of my tattoos; she lifted her hand to touch the bar through my nipple, her fingers brushed slightly against my chest, bringing a soft growl of approval from my throat. She pulled her hand away in surprise. 
     
    “Sorry Charlotte I didn’t mean to startle you, just the touch of your fingers felt good and took my breath away slightly. I am still a man, being a pastor is not the same as being a priest or a reverend; I can still have relationships like any other man. Your touch just touched my inner being”
     
    She leant her arm on the rear of the sofa and smiled “tell me what it is like”
     
    “Being a pastor?” I queried
     
    “No being a pastor that still needs intimacy” She raised one eyebrow quizzically.
     
    I wasn’t expecting that kind of question to be coming from this quiet little mouse, it would seem the beer was easing her cautiousness. I chastised myself, did I really want to ruin any chance of maybe having a relationship that could be more than just an occasional fuck, a relationship of convenience. I really wanted to get to know Charlotte properly. Sure she was only 18 but I was only 27 myself.
     
    I sat back and decided I needed to head out that evening, I hadn’t been in a while but I was in trouble and really needed it.
     
    I chatted more with Charlotte without pushing the sexual nature, diverting her away from the “intimacy” question. I realised I needed to get away, so I made an excuse about seeing a waif and stray who needed my support and agreed to drop her off at home. From there, I continued on to my actual destination…
     
    …”Good Evening my name is Trey and I have an addiction” I stood with my head bowed.
     
    You see I may be a Pastor but I have a serious addiction. An addiction to SEX!

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    “What ‘bout ye?” Roisin here and for those of you who don’t know Irish slang that means “How are you today?” I come from good ole Northern Ireland, the greenest, wettest place you could ever see. We tell the difference between the seasons by how warm the rain is. I moved here when I was 24, I really needed a complete change in my life after my last relationship turned sour. I know pretty extreme to move to another country. My life was so boring and I really was sick of the everyday trudge of life. So, I packed up my life, sold what I couldn’t bring with me and stuck a pin in the map. Really, that is exactly how I decided where I was going.  First stab of the pin was to choose the country and the second was a wild stab. When I looked really close at the