As the movie ends, I smile, lean over on your couch, and give you an innocent, wholesome kiss on the cheek, as I’ve done many times.

But this time… I linger a bit. Maybe it’s your scent, or the way we held hands during the movie, or your tighter-than-usual spaghetti top, but I give you a second kiss, than a third, running my lips down your jaw, then your neck.

“Oh!” You gasp in surprise, and lean in, gripping my hand tightly. I feel your other hand run up my back, holding me close.

As I kiss down your shoulder, and my hands rests on your waist, I feel a pang of guilt. This is wrong, of course… Didn’t Pastor Josh just preach about sexual immorality last service? Any sexual activity before marriage, even so much as thinking about it, is sin, clear as day.

Slowly, I face you, about to apologise, to say that I’ll leave and head home… but then with a longing look, you pull me in for a kiss. I return it awkwardly, uncertain how to use my lips or my tongue, but wanting you so badly.

Your inexperienced hands fumble, feeling my back, my jaw, my shoulders. My hands find your smooth, creamy skin and stroke your waist, your tummy, moving slowly higher. I breathe, “Are you… are you sure this is ok?”

You respond by looking at me, biting your lip, and peeling off your top, showing your slim, toned waist. You pause for a few moments with a hand on the clasp of your beige bra, and whisper, “… do you want me to?” When I give you a small nod, you unclasp your bra and let it fall to your couch.

I’ve never seen a pair of breasts, not in real life, but yours are perfect handfuls, ending in hard, pink points, that rise and fall with your heavy breaths. “I… don’t know if this is ok…” Your voice is uncertain. “But… maybe we can just do… a little?”

I pause, and take off my shirt too, hoping that all my time in the gym made the sight worth it. “Yeah,” I try to say with confidence, “just a little.”

You take my hand, and slowly place it on a soft breast. I feel my cock twitch in my jeans. “Just… a little touching… won’t hurt, right?” you say softly, and pull me down on the couch over you.

Between passionate kisses, we explore each other’s bodies on your sofa. I fondle your nipples as you moan, and your hands run over my muscles. My hand wanders inside your skirt and stroke up your long, smooth thigh, feeling the edge of your tight cotton panties.

Meanwhile, your hand wanders down to my jeans, running along the stuff fabric, brushing past a bulge… “Mmmph? There’s something- Oh! Is that… I’m sorry!”

I look down at you and chuckle. “It’s alright! And yeah, that’s that.”

You return to the stiffness in my jeans that is straining against the denim, exploring it with your fingertips. “Oh… it’s… kinda squished in there? Does it hurt?”

“Well, only when it gets erect, like it is now.” And it is getting harder as you stroke it through my jeans.

You look at me with your wide, curious eyes. “I’ve never… seen one before before, you know?”

“Never? Not even in… porn?”

You blush a bit and look away. “No! I mean… no, I don’t watch videos like that. We’re not supposed to, right? It’s sinful and all…”

I vividly recall the times—the many times—I prayed for forgiveness after indulging in porn. “Do you want to… have a look?”

Your eyes widen, and after a moment you give a small nod. “Could we, uhm, go to my room? It’ll be a bit more comfy and all…”

~~

Your room is just like you. Neat and tidy, the bed made, with a little cross hanging on the wall, and a bible with little colorful tabs on its side sitting at the corner of your desk.

No one would ever mistake this for anything other than the room of a good Christian girl, if not for the fact that you are seated, topless, at the edge of the bed, while I’m fumbling at my jeans in front of you.

You watch curiously as I unbutton, then unzip my jeans, then your eyes go wide as I free my very erect cock, throbbing to my heartbeats over my almost-blue balls.

It takes you a moment to speak. “It looks a little wet right here, at the tip? Can I… touch?”

I nod, and then gasp as you run one finger slowly down the bottom of my cock, from head to hilt. “I’m sorry, did that hurt or something?”

“Oh, no, no, not at all- mmmph!” I moan and breathe hard as you stroke me again with a fingertip, and your other hand fondles my balls.

You look up at me and grins. “Looks like you like this. Guys… do it regularly, right? Even when you’re not supposed to? Is there a certain… way you like to touch it?”

“Yeah,” I manage to say, “just… wrap your hand around and kinda just pump.”

I breathe in sharply when I feel your soft hand wrap around my rock-hard cock, and I hold your shoulder for support as you start to pump me slowly.

“Yeah… just… just like that. That feels amazing.” I reach down to your chest, and run my hands over your breasts and hard nipples. Your confidence increasing, you grip more tightly, and pump harder, eliciting more moans from me.

I feel the ache building in my balls, the familiar rising tension. “Sorry, if you keep going, I’m gonna… uhm, maybe just pause a moment…”

You look up at me, and take your hand away, leaving a string of precum trailing between your finger and my cock that dribbles down to your bare breasts. You curiously look at your finger, and give it a tentative lick. “You were about to ejaculate? Like… more of this stuff?”

The sight of you is so hot I could have cum right there. “Something like that,” I say with a smile. “Maybe not right away.”

You look at my erection curiously and giggle. “I’m fine if you want to ejaculate! Looks like you need it! Should I get tissue or something?”

“Oh! It’s more that… when a guy cums, it takes some time to recharge. So maybe we should do that at the end…?”

You look up at me. “At the end?”

“Yeah, at the end.” I pause, unsure if you know what I mean. “Like after we do… more. Don’t you want to, you know, be touched too?”

“Oh!” You blush and look away again in your usual way. “I mean… s-sure, it’s just that I’ve never, you know, touched myself. Pastor Josh always says anything like that is a really bad sin, right? So I’ve never, y-you know…”

I listen to you stammer awkwardly, and sit beside you on the bed. I touch my forehead to yours, then kiss down your neck once more while my fingertips trail down your shapely breasts. I whisper, “Maybe I can help…”

To be continued, if there’s interest :)