Leo arrived at Springfield Community Church at 10:28 a.m. Helen Lovejoy stood posted near the entrance like a sentry who had been waiting for him specifically.
When she spotted him in the crowd, she simply gave him a small satisfied tilt of her head and walked in.
'Front row,' the words she had told him last week replayed in his head. 'I'll save you a seat.'
That's where he was supposed to sit... but Leo couldn't give her everything she wanted just like that. This would be too easy for her.
Last night, after some thinking, Leo decided this would be a long relationship that formed from pulling and pushing each other's demands until a middle ground was reached. That was what was needed for a woman like Helen.
So that meant for today Leo had no intention of sitting in the front like she wanted. He wouldn't be spending an hour under her scrutiny.
Leo walked inside the crowded church building. He already had a whole plan on how he would not sit in the front.
…
It turned out no plan was needed. Another opportunity presented itself within seconds.
"Leo! Leo-diddly-eo!"
Ned Flanders twisted around from a middle aisle, one arm thrust high and waving like it had been months since he had seen him.
"Up here, neighbor—we got room! Scooch on in with the family, the Lord loves a full bench!"
Leo let himself be waved in.
As he reached the aisle the Flanders were in, the only open stretch of bench was the one beside Maude.
Ned was already sat furthest from him, Rod and Todd sat in the middle, which left his big breasted wife nearest to the aisle. As they all scooched, the gap that opened to him was next to Maude.
She went still the instant his thigh settled an inch from hers as he sat down.
"Mornin', Maude," he said, low and easy.
"Good morning, Leo." Barely a breath of sound. She kept her eyes fixed on the song book already open in her lap, but a flush was climbing fast from the modest collar of her dress, up her throat, into her cheeks. Her thumb pressed a crease out of her skirt.
On Ned's side, Rod tugged his father's sleeve to whisper something; Ned bent to him, delighted, entirely absorbed, entirely unaware of what he'd just arranged.
Reverend Lovejoy took the pulpit. Leo didn't get to talk to him at the horticultural meeting. Not that it was a big deal. His wife seemed much more interesting.
The sermon that morning was on the Tenth Commandment. Coveting, the quiet sin of wanting what belonged to your neighbor, the desires that lived in the heart where no one could see them.
Leo sat with his hands folded, expression suitably devout. He was the model example of a Christian. He really did not need to listen to anything that was being said. Obviously.
He let his gaze drift sideways, once.
Maude was not looking at the front. She was looking down at her own hands. When her eyes flicked up and caught him watching, something in her expression closed off like a door pulled shut. She faced front again. She did not look at him for the rest of the service.
By the time the final hymn faded and the service ended, Maude was one the quickest ones to exit the church.
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Outside, the churchyard had filled with the slow shuffle of after-service mingling. Folding tables, knots of congregants trading the week's news, children let loose across the grass now that they'd been made to sit still for an hour. Ned caught Leo by the elbow, beaming, after a few minutes.
"Say, Leo, you oughta come along — buncha the fellas are takin' the young'uns down to the parish hall for the men-and-boys fellowship lunch! Sloppy joes, a little Scripture, Reverend's gonna do his bit about Daniel in the lion's den. The boys just love the lions."
"I'll have to pass this time, Ned," Leo said, easy and regretful. "I have some previous plans I need to attend to." Leo lied and gave a small apologetic shrug. "Next one, though. Save me a sloppy joe."
'What the fuck is a sloppy joe.'
"Ha! You bet your buttons, neighborino. Next one!" Ned, delighted as ever, took no offense at all.
Ned was already herding Rod and Todd toward the station wagon, the matter of Leo's attendance apparently settled in his own head, when he looked over to Maude who was behind him, with her head a little down.
"Maudie, hon, you sure you won't come? They always make a plate for the mamas too."
The way he said it, light, already knowing the answer, made it clear the two of them had hashed this out earlier, somewhere Leo hadn't been. Maude stood a few feet off, her light cardigan pulled tight around herself despite the mild morning, arms folded like she was cold in a way the weather couldn't explain.
"I think I'll head home, Neddy." A small hand rose to her forehead. "I've got a bit of a headache, and there's the casserole to get started for supper."
"Aw, my poor gal. You go on and lie down, then. We'll be back by three, maybe four if the Reverend gets goin' on the lions."
He leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she'd already turned and started toward a car, and his lips met empty air. Ned blinked, said "shucks" to no one in particular, and thought nothing more of it. He gathered the two boys, gave a cheerful "toodle-oo", and walked to where Lovejoy's group was.
Leo watched the whole thing from the side, hands in his pockets, and found no reason to doubt her. Maude must've really had a headache. Why else would she look like that and then leave? Well besides the whole phone call matter thing. But the guilt probably wasn't that much. Besides, Leo wouldn't be at the parish hall either way.
'Huh, I wonder how Ned will get home without a car though? Probably walk. This place isn't very far.' Leo answered his own questions. 'Now. I need to get out of here before Helen finds me. I'm sure she's upset that I chose to sit with the Flanders instead of at the front. It would be better to leave her wondering. Constantly thinking about me.'
As he mentioned the Flanders, Leo's thoughts drifted back to Maude.
'What a shame.'
He'd been fairly sure the last session would be the one that tipped her. He'd done everything short of spelling it out: the verses, the careful reframing, words handed to her as though they came straight from God Himself. He'd given a devout woman a holy permission slip and expected her to take it. He had even made her finish with his own fingers while giving her the solution. How could it have failed.
Leo thought his dick would be deep inside of her by now, impregnating her.
But it had been over a week now. Yet nothing had happened. And today she could barely look at him, then begged off home with a headache the moment the service let out. Whatever he'd planted in her had either died or curdled into the very guilt he'd been trying to talk her out of. Some women you could lead right up to the line and they still wouldn't cross it. Maude, it seemed, was one of them.
It was a loss. A frustrating loss. Her body would be lost on that husband of hers. Maude needed him. Leo was sure of it. But now she would never find that out.
Leo got in his car and drove home. He was a man who would learn from his mistakes. Take it slower next time. Build up more. She would need to be even more attached before committing. But it was too late.
Now... he would just focus more on his efforts on Marge. He wouldn't let this happen again.
…
Leo been home maybe thirty minutes, jacket off, the quiet of the empty house settling around him, when his doorbell rang.
Then a single knock.
Leo opened the door before there could be a second one.
Leo stood there, and for once something close to surprise crossed his face. He'd written her off not half an hour ago, conceded the whole thing, and yet here she was on his step.
"Maude," he said. Even. "Everything all right?"
Her eyes came up to his.
"I went to church this morning to decide something, Leo." She wasn't quite looking at him. "A week I've been on my knees over it. And I made God a promise. I said, if I'm meant to do this, You'll tell me. That I'd take whatever answer he gave me."
Now she looked at him, her eyes big.
"So there I was in church... waiting for the answer from God… and I lifted my head and there you were. Being called to sit next to me by my own husband. In the house of the Lord."
She blinked.
"He sat you down right beside me on a Sunday morning. Right after my prayer. Called over by my own husband." Her voice wavered. "The symbolism, Leo. It felt like my own husband was calling you over to me. Giving you permission. What is a woman supposed to do with that? Tell me. You're the one who knows the verses."
"You already know what I think," Leo said, low. "I told you when you came over."
"I know what you told me." Her hand left the doorframe and pressed flat against her own chest, over the cardigan, like she was holding something in. "You told me the people the Lord puts beside us aren't accidents. That He doesn't ask the same thing of every woman. That when He sees one of his daughters carrying more than she can carry alone, more than she should ever have had to carry alone, he sets someone down next to her. And that trusting that isn't weakness. It's faith."
She drew a breath. "You sat me on your lap at that piano and you read me Ruth, and you said it plain. 'Let me help you carry it.' I've thought about the boys every single time since. About what you understood that no one else ever bothered to. How to create arrows that were straight. Children who can serve the Lord properly."
"I have turned it over every single night since," she went on. "Looking for the lie in it. The place where the Devil's hiding in the wording." Her mouth trembled. "Because there's always a catch, isn't there. A man who says all the right things. I kept waiting to catch you in it."
"And?"
"And I can't find it." She said it almost helplessly. "I've looked. And God keeps… he keeps putting you in front of me instead." She closed her eyes. "I sat in his own house this morning and there you were at my shoulder, and I knew. I just knew."
When she opened her eyes the fear she once had settled into something quieter and more final. "So I've decided to believe you. I'm standing on your step. I've already lied to my husband to be here, and I am done asking God. I think this is the answer. I think you're it."
Leo stepped back from the door to let her in.
"Then come inside, Maude."
She crossed the entrance.
...
The house was quiet around her in a way it would never be in her own house — no Rod underfoot, no Todd's endless questions, no Ned's voice carrying from the next room, no pot of tea cooling on the table, no open Bible waiting between two chairs set a careful distance apart.
Every other time she had come here there had been a reason. A scripture or conversation to hide the afternoon inside of. There was none of that now. There was just the hush of the front room and the two of them in it, and nothing at all left to pretend they were doing.
She stopped in the middle of the rug, the same rug where she had stood shaking and ashamed after the last time, where she had pressed her hands over her face and told him she had to go. She wasn't running for the door now.
She turned to face him. Whatever was left to say, she was finished saying it.
Leo closed the door behind her and turned the lock with a soft, deliberate click.
He didn't speak right away. He just looked at her, really looked. The short pink shorts she wore were simple, the kind of thing a woman might sew for herself on a quiet afternoon, but they were cut higher on the thigh than anything she usually wore.
The white tank top was just as plain, thin cotton that clung softly to the shape of her breasts and the narrow indent of her waist. It looked handmade too, the stitching even but not quite perfect, the neckline a little lower than modest. One strap sat slightly crooked on her shoulder. She must have dressed in a hurry, or with shaking hands.
It wasn't the same thing she was wearing during the church service. Not even close to it.
Maude stood very still under his gaze, her fingers tightening on the edges of her cardigan before she let it slip from her shoulders and drape over one arm. The house felt warmer than it should have. Or maybe it was just her.
She sit it on the nearby coat hanger.
Leo took a step closer. Not crowding her, but close enough that she had to tilt her head back a little to keep meeting his eyes.
"You don't have to explain anything else," he said quietly. "You came. That's enough."
She swallowed. Her eyes flicked toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms, then back to him.
He held out his hand.
After a moment, she placed hers in it.
…
He led her down the short hall without another word. The bedroom door was already open. Sunlight slanted through the half-drawn blinds, striping the bed with pale gold.
Maude stopped just inside the doorway, her hand still in his. She looked at the bed the way someone might look at a cliff edge, knowing what came next, not quite ready to step off it.
'Lord… I'm really here.' She thought to herself.
Then she moved. Slowly. She sat down on the very edge of the mattress, back straight, hands folded tightly in her lap over her shorts. The pink fabric rode up higher on her pale thighs. She didn't tug it down.
She looked up at him, unsure what came next, her breath already quickening.
Leo stood in front of her, watching, not saying anything.
Maude sat there for a long moment, the house so quiet she could hear her own heartbeat. Then she leaned back and rolled onto the bed, lying face-up for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling. Her tank top had shifted. The thin white cotton stretched tight across the huge size of her breasts. She turned her head and looked at Leo again, still uncertain.
The silence was killing her.
It was exactly how Leo wanted it too. It would make her want to do more just so she wouldn't spend time worrying about how silent it was.
After another shaky breath Maude rolled over onto her stomach, pressing her face into the pillow like it could hide her from the choice she'd already made. Her ginger hair spilled across the pillowcase. Both hands reached back, fumbling for the waistband of her shorts.
She pushed and tugged, but the fabric twisted and caught on the heavy, round curve of her ass, refusing to slide down smoothly.
It would've been impossible either way since she was reaching behind her back, trying to pull it down to her legs. But she was too nervous to even think about that.
Leo climbed onto the bed behind her. The mattress dipped under his weight. His hands covered hers, larger and steadier, and together they worked the shorts down and off her legs.
She was gorgeous like this. Completely bare from the waist down, her round ass presented to him, pale skin smooth and warm. Her two cheeks were huge. If they were smacked he was sure they could bounce and jiggle from it for forever. She was truly blessed with a perfect ass.
The tank top still clung to her upper body, but it had ridden up enough to show the small tease of her back. Her head stayed buried in the pillow, shoulders tense.
Leo's cock was fully erect, thick and hard, the head already begging for it.
Maude's voice came small and muffled from the pillow, trying for bravery. She knew her butt was completely bare to him. Completely exposed.
"Okay… you can start whenever. P-put it in"
Leo let out a low, soft laugh.
"Is this how you usually have sex?"
She didn't answer. The silence meant yes for Leo.
"This won't do," he said, voice low and warm.
He leaned over her, one hand gently gathering her hair and brushing it aside to expose the back of her neck. His lips pressed there. Slow, deliberate, open-mouthed kisses. At the same time his other hand slid down and cupped one full cheek of her ass, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh in slow, firm circles.
After feeling it, he could only felt stronger desire for her.
Maude's breath hitched hard, then came faster and heavier against the pillow. Her thoughts raced.
'Oh Lord… his mouth on my neck… Ned never touches me like this. Never takes his time like this when we do it. This isn't talked about in the Bible.'
"This is called foreplay," Leo whispered into her ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin. "This is how it's meant to feel."
He kept kissing her neck while his hand worked her ass, fingers digging in, then soothing. He could already feel the heat radiating from between her legs. He slid his hand lower and found her pink pussy lips. Two fingers rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her clit.
"Remember the last time in my house?" he murmured. "When I had my fingers on you while you were on the phone with Ned? Your whole body was shaking uncontrollably. You came so hard you couldn't even speak."
Maude made a small, helpless sound into the pillow. Her hips twitched. Heat flooded low in her belly. 'It feels… it feels like I've been starving my whole life and didn't know it until right now.' Maude never felt like this before.
"It helps make you soaking wet," Leo continued, voice husky, "so my dick can slide inside nice and easy. So it feels good for both of us."
She felt the thick head of his cock rubbing against her entrance from behind, sliding through her wetness, teasing her. Without realizing it she began to move her hips in small, instinctive motions… pushing back, the soft weight of her ass shifting, seeking more of that pressure.
Leo didn't make her wait any longer.
He pushed inside in one slow, steady thrust, filling her completely. The stretch was intense, way bigger than she was used to, but her body took him greedily, hot and slick.
Maude's moan was high-pitched and startled, muffled by the pillow. It happened again on the next thrust. And the next. Each time he drove in she made that same helpless, high sound, her fingers clutching the pillow tighter.
"Aaah! Ahh! Ahh! Ah! Aaaaah!"
She loved it.
Without thinking she lifted her ass a couple of inches off the bed, changing the angle so he hit even deeper, brushing places inside her that had never been touched before. Pleasure spiked sharper, hotter, more overwhelming.
Leo talked to her the whole time, low and steady right at her ear as he fucked her.
"That's it… just like that. You feel so good, Maude. So tight and warm around me. This is what you needed. This."
He reached under her, caught the edge of the tank top, and pulled it up and off in one smooth motion while still thrusting. The fabric came away, leaving her upper body bare. Her full breasts pressed against the sheets, soft and heavy, the stiff peaks of her nipples rubbing against the cotton with every movement.
The view from above and behind was perfect. Bare back, the dip of her waist, the wide flare of her hips, the way her ass rippled and spread each time he fully pushed his cock inside of her warm cunt.
Maude turned her head to the side and looked back over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted, one hand still gripping the pillow. She stared at him while he fucked her, taking every thrust.
'He's inside me. Leo is inside me. And I'm not just letting him… I'm moving with him. I lifted my body so he could go deeper. What kind of woman am I becoming?'
"You're doing so well," Leo murmured. "Let it happen. Let yourself feel it."
Her orgasm built fast. Her body seized, thighs shaking hard, a high broken cry tearing from her throat as she came around him in long, helpless waves. It was only the second time in her life she had come like this. The first had been on his fingers during that phone call with Ned. This one was bigger, deeper, shaking her to the core.
'Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!' Maude had never used the Lords vain like this before, even if it was just thoughts. But the situation made her. 'My legs are shaking so much again… What is this feeling!? The same as last time!'
Leo groaned and pushed deep, following her over the edge. Hot pulses of cum flooded inside her. He stayed there for a moment, then slowly pulled out. Thick white cum spilled out of her in heavy strands, dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets.
Maude was smiling, a small, dazed, genuine smile she didn't even realize was on her face.
"Oh my… oh my, Leo," she breathed, voice shaky and wondering. "What was that?"
Leo brushed her damp hair back from her forehead.
"That's called real sex. Sex for pleasure."
She was quiet for a moment, still catching her breath. Then, in a small, hopeful voice. "I-Is that enough to get me pregnant?"
"Very unlikely," Leo answered, calm and certain. "This is going to need to happen often, Maude. Until you're pregnant."
She blinked, still hazy from the orgasm. Something in her expression shifted. It wasn't refusal, but a quiet, desperate kind of acceptance.
'Another baby… one that might be healthy. One that might not need the same lifelong help Rod and Todd will need. One that won't break our heart the way another child with Ned's blood might. Is this how You're answering that prayer too, Lord? Through this man? Through this sex? This such good feeling sex?'
"Okay…" she whispered.
She tried to reach for the discarded tank top, wanting to pull it back on and cover her bare breasts now that the intensity had passed.
Leo caught her wrist gently.
"We need to increase our chances as much as possible right now."
She looked at him, confused and still flushed. She understood this would happen again on other days, but what did he need it off for immediately still?
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"I mean we aren't finished for today."
Her eyes widened. "Is it possible to go again?"
Maude had never done multiple rounds. She didn't even know that was possible.
In answer Leo took her hand and guided it to his cock. He was still hard. Thick, slick with their combined release.
"Look," he said, voice low. "This is how you have me."
Maude's fingers wrapped around him against her own thoughts. She stared, fascinated and aroused all at once. She didn't notice, or didn't care in that moment, that her full breasts were completely exposed to him, nipples still stiff and dark, rising and falling with her quick breaths. Her entire focus was on the hard length in her hand.
'He's still hard… after everything we just did… he wants more. He wants to keep doing this until I'm carrying his child. And I'm holding him. I'm touching him.'
For some reason she was excited. She wanted it.
Leo smiled at the look on her face.
He pulled her up onto her hands and knees, positioning her properly this time — doggy style, ass high, back arched, the full curve of her presented to him. He entered her again from behind, slower at first, letting her adjust to the deeper angle, then building into a harder, more deliberate rhythm.
This round was longer.
He held her hips firmly, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her ass as he fucked her. The wet sound of him moving inside her, inside the mess he'd already left there, filled the room.
Sometimes he reached around to rub her clit in slow circles while he thrust. Other times he leaned over her back, one hand sliding up to cup and squeeze her hanging breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples.
He talked to her the whole time, low and filthy.
"You feel that? How deep I am? This is what you were made for, Maude. Not quick little fucks or however you've done it before. This."
Maude's moans were constant now, less muffled, more open. Every time he drove in she let out a soft, shaky "ah—", the sound breaking on the deeper thrusts. She pushed back to meet him, her body learning the rhythm. Her ass rippled every time he bottomed out. Her giant breasts swayed beneath her with each thrust. The wet, filthy sound of him fucking his own cum deeper into her was loud in the quiet room.
'It feels too good… I can't think straight… every time he pushes in I feel it everywhere… I'm so full… I'm so wet… I don't want it to stop… God forgive me I don't want him to stop—'
Leo's hand slid up her back and into her hair, gently fisting it as he fucked her harder. His other hand stayed on her breast, squeezing in time with his thrusts.
"You're taking me so well," he murmured. "Look at you. Pushing back on my cock like you need it."
Maude made a broken, helpless sound, half moan, half whimper, as he pulled her hair. "L-Leo… ahh—!" The cry was sharper this time, her voice cracking. She was pushing back. She couldn't stop herself.
'This is what I am now. On my hands and knees in another man's bed, covered in his cum, pushing back so he can fuck me deeper. And it feels better than anything I've ever known.'
He kept rubbing her clit while he fucked her, and the pleasure built fast and brutal. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. It was a constant stream of soft, high "ah— ah— ahh—" sounds that she could no longer hold back.
When she came, it was harder than the first time. A loud, broken cry tore from her throat as her arms gave out and she dropped to her elbows, her whole body shaking violently through the orgasm. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him in long, fast pulses while she whimpered helplessly into the sheets.
Leo didn't stop. He fucked her through it, then came inside her a second time, groaning as he flooded her again. Thick cum spilled out around his cock as he kept thrusting through his release.
He pulled out slowly. A heavy stream of cum poured out of her, running down her thighs. Maude was exhausted. She was not used to this. She couldn't move at all for the moment.
She collapsed forward onto the bed, breathing hard, completely spent. She looked back over her shoulder at him. She was covered in his cum, dripping from between her legs in thick white lines, streaked across her ass and lower back, some even on the inside of one thigh. Her ginger hair was a wild, sweaty mess around her face. Her body was flushed deep pink and marked with his hands and his release.
She was a changed woman.
After a long moment she rolled over onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows, legs flat on the bed. Her full breasts were on display, rising and falling with her heavy breathing, nipples still dark and peaked. Her hair was tousled and wild in a way that made her look even more undone… and somehow even sexier.
Slowly she reached for the discarded white tank top and pulled it on, but one strap slipped off her shoulder and stayed there, the neckline sitting low and crooked across one breast.
She looked at him, eyes still a little glassy but clearer now.
Leo thought this was the hottest sight since he had moved here. He couldn't let it end now.
"Do you know what a blowjob is?" Leo asked quietly.
Maude shook her head. Her voice was soft and hoarse.
"No. Sex was only ever… lights off. Go in the hole for ten minutes. That was it. Like the Bible said. Does a," she paused, still confused what it meant, "blowjob help pregnancy?" she asked.
"A little," Leo said.
She was quiet for a moment. Then she nodded once, almost to herself.
"Then we have to."
Leo stood up from the bed and moved to the edge, his cock still hard and glistening with their mixture of cum and pussy juice. He brought it right up to her mouth, the head brushing her lips.
"First," he said, voice gentle but commanding, "open wide."
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[A/N]: Should I make the next chapter about the blowjob or just move on with the plot? I'm leaning towards the plot option. There can be a lot of other blowjobs in the future. But at the same time this would be Maudes first, soooooooo. Vote.
[A/N] (2): Had to drink three rum and cokes to finish this. shiiiiiiiiiii 5k words.