We'd known each other forever, in the way of small social communities like our church. In a community that small, any two people our age would need to be considered at least "friendly," but you and I got along pretty well. We would sit together on Youth Group outings. We'd team up for Vacation Bible School games in the summer, or establish friendly rivalries on opposite teams for Summer Camp games later on. A lot of the church expected us to date once we hit high school...okay, maybe when they go away to college...maybe as young professionals? But it never happened. When asked why not, we would just shrug and say we were more comfortable as friends, because it was easier than explaining that we didn't want to try out something so new and foreign as dating under the constant scrutiny of the church's social eye. It would be like trying to build a romance in a room full of aunts of varying degrees of prudishness.

Like all churches, ours suffered during the pandemic, and when the time came to cautiously open its doors for religious services when the lockdowns had lifted, only a fraction of the congregation returned. A reduced membership meant reduced tithing, and reduced tithing meant that your parents were forced to downsize their home. It was decided that this was a good time for you to move out, as you had several promising leads for your job in the works, and there wasn't likely to be room for you in your parents' new apartment anyway. There was some lament that you weren't married yet, with no husband to move in with. In fact, with the congregation so small now, there were no promising places for a young woman to stay within the community. Unless...

I had moved out of my parents' house shortly after graduating university, since my technical degree gave me a job that paid extremely well; so well, in fact, that I felt the need to downplay and conceal my actual income from my family. But my earnings allowed me to buy a house, a modest 2-level building on a corner lot with a master bedroom, kitchen, and living area on the main floor; and a guest bedroom, entertainment area, and utility room in the basement, with a walk-out. There was even a small pool in the back yard, which was surrounded by a tall white privacy fence and backed to an area of suburban forest.

I'm still not sure who first suggested that you move into my basement apartment. Maybe it was the youth pastor, whose Bachelor's in Psychology from an online religious institution tended to make him overconfident that he could assess how the young people in the church would think and behave. In any case, your parents talked to my parents, who talked to me and asked me how much I would charge to have someone from the church live with me. I did a calculation based on my mortgage, the square footage of the house, and the estimated cost of utilities and gave them a number. They scolded me for being so worldly and told me to divide it in half for the church. Since I was making far more per month than I needed to pay off my bills, I shrugged and acquiesced.

The thinking was that, since we'd never showed a romantic interest in each other, it would be safe for you to live with me. After all, you had your own entrance and your own space, and as the offspring of the religious leaders in the church, we were more likely than most young people to be well-behaved even in the face of that kind of temptation, right?

They didn't know that two months later, you'd be spending every night in my bed with me. They didn't know that half the mornings when we drove to church together, you would still feel my warm semen inside you. They didn't know that they would finally free us to be with each other in a way we'd wanted to be for years, and that it would go so much farther than just dating. Your parents would be shocked and ashamed at how willingly you display yourself to me, and how proudly you press your throat down over my cock as I tell you you're a good girl. My parents would be appalled at the way I press your face and chest into the couch as I thrust my length into you from behind over and over, only to pull out at the last second and commit the sin of Onan on your ass and back and thighs -- not because I'm afraid of getting you pregnant, but because I like how you look with my cum on you.

And they would be distressed if they knew how happy we'll be to be doing it.

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Good evening! I'm hoping to play a gradual mutual-corruption roleplay here where a couple of early professionals move in together at the reluctant suggestion of their parents, because they are believed to only be friends. But after a short time and without the constant suppressive scrutiny of the church, the friends begin exploring their boundaries and pushing their limits. And they discover that they really, really like each other in a lot of very fun ways. Their friendship turns sexual, and the spark of lust expands into the burning flame of love as they find their way together.

Kinks to include could be touching, groping, teasing, oral, fingering, male dominance, edging, cumshots, creampies, facials, outercourse, handjobs, titplay, light bondage, and lots and lots of passionate fucking. There's room for raceplay in the way I've set it up, too, if you want to discuss other things.

Limits are impregnation, scat, watersports, blood, and heavy BDSM.

PMs only please, I don't do chat. Discord's an option.