Baring it All (part 13) Handling the truth When Travis walked into the coffee shop I was seated at a booth way in the back. He looked worried as he walked over to me. He sat down in the booth next to me. Without speaking I reached over pulled his dick out of his pants and began to hungrily suck him off. He glanced around the coffee shop but no one was watching. He stopped me and whispered, "Let's go". I followed him towards the front door thinking we were leaving but Travis led me into the restrooms. He glanced back and forth and finally chose the ladies room. He checked under all of the stalls and when he saw no one he quickly locked the door. He pulled his dick back out and I dropped to my knees and began to suck it again. Although I had declined to join the scene at the club had me horny and I needed release. I greedily took out my frustrations on Travis' dick as he moaned with pleasure. He reached down and stood me up. He backed me up against the sink and reached under my short skirt. He grinned when he found no panties. He began to stroke my clit with his fingers and hungrily kissed me. He slipped one, two, then three fingers deep into my pussy. I whimpered and ran my tongue across his sweet lips. He grabbed my legs and sat me on the edge of the sink. Then he began to slowly fuck me. Each stroke seemed to last for minutes on end as his dick slid in and out in and out in and out of my dripping pussy. I looked down and watched it disappear and reappear out of my pussy. Travis began to stroke me faster and deeper and grunted loudly. I clutched his back and we both came and collapsed into each other's arms. He helped me down off the sink and kissed me deeply. "We need to talk Baby," I said. "Let's go back to our table." We returned to our booth and I sat across from Travis staring at my hands. Finally I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face. "Marissa, what's wrong? Is your Granny okay?" he asked. "She's fine," I said. "I lied about seeing her tonight Travis. I'm sorry I just couldn't tell you the truth." "What is the truth Marissa?" he asked and took my hand in his. "When you told me Lisa was working I just…" my voice trailed off. Travis sat back in his seat still stroking my hand. "It's okay you don't have to explain," he said. "I am so sorry for doing this to you." I looked at him wondering what he meant. "I should never had gotten you involved in my mess and I am deeply sorry Marissa." "You're sorry?" I questioned, still wondering what he was talking about. "You are feeling guilty for being with a married man, a married minister no less. Oh Marissa I let my love for you blind me from doing the right thing. Please forgive me," he said. "No, Travis it's not that…" He placed his fingers on my lips and shushed me then he sweetly kissed my hands. He looked deeply into my eyes for a long time. I saw him fight back tears. "Travis, you don't understand." I began. "No, you're right" he said. "How can I ask forgiveness when I haven't even told you the whole truth." Stunned I sat back in my seat waiting to her what Travis had to say. His words shocked me as I listened intently. "Lisa is not my wife." he said "I'm not married at all." I looked at him in disbelief. "You introduced her as your wife Travis, what are you saying?" He tried to kiss my hands and I snatched them back. "Are you even a minister Travis?" I asked and stared at him. He nodded his head slowly. I sat there waiting for the truth to spill from his lips. "When I interviewed for the position at your grandmother's church last year they turned me down because I'm a young single attractive man as they put it. Too much temptation in the pulpit." I nodded my head as he continued. "So I reapplied and told them I had gotten married. The problem came when I realized I had to produce a wife. So I went online and met Lisa in a chat room. I explained to her my situation and asked for her help. I met her about 3 months ago and taught her to do the things a minister's wife should do. I bought her some clothes and paid her a fee. I haven't seen her since we left your grandmother's Sunday night. She is supposed to meet me at the church again on Sunday to play her role as my wife" I continued to stare in disbelief as he continued. "I thought if I got the job I could say my wife left me, or something else later on down the line and still continue to Pastor the church. What I didn't count on was meeting you Marissa, and falling so deeply in love." I sat there for a moment taking in all his words. Finally I asked. "Why the lies Travis. If you are indeed a minister, why lie?" "I know how wrong it was Marissa but somehow I felt if I got the job, I could make a difference in that community, and in that church. The area is torn apart with drugs and gangs and prostitution and that strip club Chocolate Paradise right in the middle. I wanted to make things better." He dropped his head. "But instead all I've done is defile a beautiful woman and make and make a huge mess of things. I'm so sorry Marissa. So so sorry." I shuddered as he mentioned the club and thought of the scene I'd run out on own. A scene 3 days ago I probably would have happily joined in with. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind, and then slowly and methodically I told Travis the truth. I told him where I worked and all about Lisa, and Maurice, and everything else that went on at the club. When I was finally through talking I waited for Travis to respond…