Three girls on the sofa

The one in the middle was Kendra, I knew her from a previous occasion but couldn't quite remember. She was probably the leader of the group. At the same time the most graceful and smallest of them. Mathilda and Lucy, who flanked her, were a little taller but also more solidly built. Not fat, but very fit and well trained. They certainly had no trouble twirling the petite Kendra through the air and catching her again.

I wish the three of them had dressed a little thicker. It was warm outside, but it might get cooler later. No, they weren't dressed overly sexy, just a simple dress each, almost like nightgowns, to just above the knee with spaghetti straps. And yet it looked so innocent precisely because of its simplicity.

They probably coordinate what they wear as best friends. Nevertheless, as they sat there, the thin fabric was very figure-hugging on their young bodies. I regretted not having changed into solid pants and especially underpants. The light fabric of my pyjamas rubbed far too pleasantly against my penis. Quick, I need distraction.

“Perhaps we'll start by introducing ourselves,” I began the conversation, ”you probably know me as your pastor, you've probably been to my church service, even if I wouldn't necessarily classify you as regular guests, but that doesn't matter here. You're here because you think I might be able to help you. I would like to try to help and I assure you that everything that is done and said here today is subject to confidentiality. This is inviolable even for the police and is of course binding in respect to your parents. Do you mind if I call you by your first names?”

“But of course, Father, I'm Lucy,...” “Kendra and...” “Mathilde.”

Again, I heard them speaking from left to right and was able to assign the names easily. Here, however, it could just have been coincidence. I collected myself briefly. In situations like this, it's important to ask so-called “open questions” to get the other person to speak freely and tell their story.