A few Sundays later, the reverend asked Marci if she could stay after the services and help him make arrangements for the upcoming church picnic. When he promised her father that he would drive her home after they were finished, the girl was more than willing to stay. Reverend Walker had earlier appointed Marci as chairman of the young people's committee just so he could find excuses to be with her.

They'd been working alone in the church for about an hour when he sent her downstairs to the Sunday school room to get some papers he'd left on the desk. Only moments after there was a crashing sound followed by a scream.

Rushing to the top of the stairs, he looked down and saw Marci sprawled out where she'd tripped and fallen.

"Are you all right?" he asked when he got to the bottom of the steps.

"I don't know," she answered as the reverend helped her to her feet. "My leg hurts."

"Where?"

"Right here," she answered, rubbing the back of her thigh.

"You've probably pulled a muscle," said the man, putting his arm around her. "Let's go over here where I can check it."

Holding onto him as he grasped her around the waist, the girl hobbled across the room to a cot that was sometimes used for the children's naps.

"Now just lay down here," he said.

When Marci was spread out on her tummy, the preacher raised her skirt up and began rubbing the back of her leg.

"Oh, that's where it hurts," she gasped when his fingers pressed against a muscle up on the inside of her inner thigh.

"I can feel a knot there," he said. "I think a massage will probably loosen it."

Spread out flat on her belly with her head resting on her arms, Marci began relaxing as the minister's strong fingers gently rubbed and massaged the sore muscle. She was finding it a bit exciting to feel the handsome, older man's hands rubbing the inside of her bare thigh. No one except her big brother had ever touched her this intimately, and she was thoroughly enjoying the erotic feel of his fingers teasing around only inches from her horny little pussy.