Growing up in Utah, I had always been a good Mormon girl. I’d done everything the right way. I took out my endowments at a young age, as I felt this was the right thing to do. By age 22, I’d never even gone so far as to dry hump a guy, let alone any heavy petting. Oh, how it all changed a year later…

22 years ago, at age 23, I was the Relief Society President in a student ward at the University of Utah. I excelled in my calling. But I was carrying some secrets. I had been living a double life. As a young nurse, I was often asked if I wanted to go to the clubs after work to blow off steam…I usually said no, but one night, I decided to go and observe. It looked fun. People were letting loose, and dancing, and touching each other. My friend bought me an amaretto sour, and I remember it tasting like candy. I weighed all of 100lbs, and I got mildly buzzed. A guy about 25 years old started flirting with me, and then grinding on me. I felt a pulsing in my pussy, that I didn’t quite know what to do about. I decided to go into the bathroom and masturbate. The next day, I conducted Relief Society. I would go on to have a few more mild nights like this, but about 2 months later, I met “Chris” (not his real name). He was hot. Dark hair, and eyes. Tall. We started making out, and he asked if I wanted to go home with him. I of course, said yes. I followed him to his house in the Avenues of Salt Lake City. His roommates were away on spring break. We started kissing. He put his hand up my skirt, and was rubbing my pussy. I was so very wet. He was still kissing me, and massaging my tit. He stopped, and took off my shirt. He looked at me, and complimented my perky tits, and pulled down my skirt. He put a finger in me, and kept saying how tight I was. I told him it was going to be my first time. He told me he’d go slow. He laid me on the bed, and put the tip of his cock in my soaking wet pussy, and at first he was slow, but it was like he couldn’t control himself. He went in faster and faster. It hurt at first, but then it turned into pure bliss for me. He was massaging my clit with his finger, as he was fucking me. I had an explosive orgasm. I didn’t know what had happened. I’d had little orgasms before, but this one left me quaking. He kept going for what seemed like hours, but it was probably 10 minutes, I had another small orgasm. And then he came inside of me. He kissed me very gently, and then cradled me. We ended up fucking again twice throughout the night and morning. I got up, took a hoe bath, wore the same skirt I’d worn the night before, did the walk of shame to my car, and conducted Relief Society. Chris and I would end up dating for 6 months, and this went on every Saturday (although, I did learn to take a change of clothes). I was later released from my calling….never telling anyone what had happened- until now.