Kiss and Tell? It’s nobody’s business First Lady Jackie O’Neill says in my latest novel, Silver Bullets. But you be the judge!
First Lady Jackie O’Neill is in conflict. Her girlfriends have said that she’s a prude because she turns up her nose anytime they talk about getting their sexy back, doing something to enhance their sexual experience with their mate, or deriving pleasure for themselves. For sure, these women are going to be burned up in Satan’s fire.
However, First Lady Jackie may have been convinced that she is missing something in her relationship with her husband, Pastor O’Neill, and questions him about it. In the EXCERPT that follows, let me know, for a chance to win a $10 e-card from Amazon, if First Lady wants something to share with her friends or that she simply wants to enjoy what she has with her man.
PASTOR AND FIRST LADY
It was a rare occasion that Pastor Franklin O’Neill wasn’t at his office on a Monday morning. His body was exhausted having preached both the eight and eleven o’clock services on yesterday. The services were high and the Holy Spirit had reigned supreme. Even Pastor O’Neill wore a few holes in his shouting shoes.
Franklin lay next to his wife and enjoyed the serenity of the moment. Staring at the ceiling, a smile crossed his face. Good thoughts of his life with his family passed through his mind. Franklin and Jackie enjoyed a beautiful twenty-six year marriage. Their two children had gone to college, got a good education, and were now good citizens in the community. Their daughter, Kelly, passed the bar on her first try and was now a practicing attorney. Their son, Franklin Junior, was a science teacher with aspirations to someday work for NASA.
There was a slight movement next to Franklin. He pulled his eyes away from the ceiling and turned toward Jackie as she stretched her arms and torso. Franklin loved watching Jackie as she slept; she looked like an angel. A minute passed and Jackie’s eyelids fluttered before she finally opened them.
Jackie turned and faced Franklin as she lay on her side. She smiled at him and he smiled back.
“Good morning, baby. What’s on that great mind of yours?” Jackie asked, touching his nose with her finger. “God give you a word for your next sermon?”
“He has but in truth I was thinking about you…our family and how blessed I am…we are. God has blessed me with the most wonderful First Lady to be by my side, and I thank the Lord every day for it. How many times have we argued in our twenty-six years of marriage? Five…maybe six times?”
Jackie laughed. “You know it’s been more like ten or twelve.”
“That’s not even one argument for each year we’ve been together.”
“You’re right about that, Franklin. We have been blessed.”
Franklin pecked Jackie on the cheek.
“Franklin, I want you to be honest with me.”
“Haven’t I always been?”
“Yes, but what I have to ask you is a little sensitive.”
Franklin sat up. “Baby, you can ask me anything. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. On Saturday, I went out with the girls, and Queenie called me a prude. She asked me questions about our bedroom playtime.”
Franklin shook his head. “Those are your friends, Jackie, but it’s none of their business what we do in our bedroom. That is sacred. Queenie needs to stand by the well like the widow woman and pray that Jesus walks by. The only problem is that she won’t be trying to touch the hem of His garment.”
“Don’t go there, baby. God won’t be pleased.”
“That was my attempt at letting out a cuss.”
Jackie laughed. She reached over and held Franklin’s face. She brushed her hand over his course beard and lowered her head and gave him a light kiss on the lips. “Do I still turn you on?”
“What kind of question is that? Baby, you know I love you. I still love that heart shaped behind that wiggles a little more than it did when we first met. I declare it still turns me on. In fact, I love every inch of you, and you still mess up my mind. Come here.”
Jackie moved closer to Franklin. He pulled her even closer and put his arm around her waist.
“Let’s play Samson and Delilah,” Jackie cooed.
“So you want to be the naughty seductress so you can con me into telling you my secrets.”
“Think what you like, dear Samson. I’m going to blow your mind.”
“God said to touch not his anointed.”
Jackie whispered in his ear. “My dear, Samson, you are ruler over many.”
“No, only the flock at Shiloh Baptist Church.”
Jackie laughed. “You are so crazy, Franklin. Now assume the role of Samson and fall under Delilah’s spell.”
“Does this mean that Samson gets to make out with Delilah in the next few minutes? I don’t have four hours to give before Delilah makes her move.”
“The seduction of Delilah is foreplay. You enjoy the slow ride to euphoria and when you get to the top of the mountain, you scream like hell and let it all go.”
Franklin stared at Jackie and laughed.
“I’m no prude, Frank. I know how to make my man happy in bed; I’ve got First Lady moves. I don’t need toys, whips or chains to seduce my man.”
“Is that the kind of stuff you women talk about?”
“Yes. These women are afraid of getting old and losing their sex appeal. I don’t have their problem.”
Franklin giggled. “Honey, you are so funny. Why don’t we forget about Samson and Delilah and play Pastor and First Lady? I want to make love to you, First Lady O’Neill, the twenty-first century way. Now, come and make Daddy happy.”
“Be careful what you ask for.”
“Who’s your Pastor?”
“Who’s your First Lady?”