Do not play “Never Have I Ever”. It brings up stories one would have thought are dead and buried. I never would’ve revisited this experience if it weren’t for a group of friends, too many tequila shots, and that one statement:
“Never have I ever… had sex in church.”
I could see all eyes on me as I, the good church girl, slowly took a shot glass and downed it gingerly. In my defense, it was just oral sex, but all forms of sex counted, and now people watched as my 10 year old secret came out at the bottom of a tequila shot. Then came the questions:
“How did it happen? I have to know what exactly happened!!”
So you, dear reader and my dear drinking buddies, are going to hear the story of how a good church girl lost a round of “Never Have I Ever”.
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I don’t remember the day as vividly as I should, but that doesn’t really matter. All I remember is that he had texted me on that day, saying we should spend the day together, since I was on holiday, he was on holiday, and had flown in from the UK to Zimbabwe. Our… situationship started online. I had the biggest crush on him; he was a force to be reckoned with in our church. He was a powerful preacher, prayer warrior, and in a word, “anointed”. It helped that he was real good looking, with smooth chocolate skin, and a muscular body that hugged his suits in just the right way (places). His voice? Oh my word… I can’t describe it in any other way than “creamy” His voice, his voice, his voice!
For our first “date”, I wore a patchwork African print floor-length skirt, and a white off-the-shoulder top. My hair was in braids, and I did a simple bun with it. I was looking good! I got to the church just in time, and got to my hiding place with him waiting for me. I guess it wasn’t much of a hiding place, because it was his as well. He had brought food; I don’t even remember what, all I know is that it tasted real good. We talked about random things as we had our little picnic, while we watched the choir finish up practise. I took a look at him as he was talking… he was looking so amazing with blue straight-cut jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He smelled heavenly… what was that cologne…? I felt like I knew it… I just couldn’t place it…
“Yeah, so our church is really growing,” he said, cutting through my thoughts. I quickly stuffed the rest of the… burger, I think… into my mouth and nodded like I was paying attention. He looked straight at me and smiled. I tried to smile back with my mouth full. Yikes! How awkward. I finally managed to swallow the burger, and we cleaned up.
“Sounds like the choir has left,” I said, suddenly shy. He was still looking at me, observing my every move. I saw his eyes dart down briefly, taking in my body, and then look into my eyes, his lips curving into a smile.
“Yeah, they have,” he replied.
“Only an hour left before we go to our meeting,” I said, my heart beating fast. He was still looking at me, smiling.
“Mm-hmm,” he said, his voice deepening. “You know, you got a crumb stuck to your cheek.”
Before I could respond, he had brushed off the crumb. His hand lingered on my cheek, rubbing it gently, his index finger going down to my lips, tracing the outline of my lips. My heart started racing. Is he going to kiss me here? Now?
He moved closer, drew my face closer to his and kissed me. His lips were soft, and tasted of the apple juice we had been drinking. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, and he gently grabbed on to my bottom lip with his teeth. I felt him suck my lip ever so softly, before he let go quickly and engulf my lips with an ever harder kiss.
His hands went to the small of my back and pulled me even closer. As he continued to kiss me, I felt his hands go into my shirt, and caress my breasts firmly. My goodness, it felt so good!! I responded with the same amount of vigour, digging my nails into his back. In one swift move, he had unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down his fly, and had guided my hand into his pants.
Ah, his penis. This was our first official date, but not our first make out session. After a long day studying, he offered to take me home. We took a short walk, where he led me behind a tree along the road, and I proceeded to give him an impromptu blow job. It was my first time doing it, and hearing him gasp and moan quietly was the best feeling ever. He even came into my mouth and I swallowed.
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So when he guided my hand to his penis, I was ready. I was going to blow his mind again. It was hard, it was ready. I started to coax him out of his jeans and his boxers, until I felt his dick escape. I cupped his balls, rubbing them as I continued to kiss him. Suddenly, I stopped, and took as much of his dick as I could into my mouth. Listen, I was an awkward girl, I had no time for kissing down and up, or whatever other people do. I was horny and I wanted him now! That man smelled so good! I breathed in his scent, as I sucked up and down, licking and sucking, changing the intensities of my sucking while rubbing his balls. I felt him start to thrust in my mouth, and I began to match his thrusting. Oh my gosh, I was so turned on right now!! I felt like my heart was going to explode, it was beating so fast!! I grabbed his butt, and let him go as deep as I could manage, as my mouth tightened, then loosened around his shaft. He thrust faster and faster, and with a soft groan, came into my mouth. I smiled internally (my mouth was still busy), and with one final suck, his dick was out of my mouth. I looked at him straight in the eye, and swallowed, and I could see him shiver just that bit. He dressed up, and whispered to me, “Time to return the favour.”
He lay me down onto the carpet, and because he was way more experienced than me, kissed my forehead, nose, lips, neck (ooh, he lingered on my neck… shudder), nuzzled my breasts, then stopped. I opened my eyes; he was looking straight at me, smiling. That smile… He kept his eyes on mine as he knelt between my legs, his hands disappearing under my skirt, and then I felt a gentle tug on my panties. I lifted my butt up so he could remove them, my heart in my throat. He stuffed them in his pocket, and one hand rubbed my inner thigh, and I felt a finger go into my pussy. Not breaking eye contact, he brought up his hand, and examined his finger.
“You’re so wet”, he said, licking the finger that entered my pussy so easily. “And you taste sweet.”
I was wet. I was so turned on, I couldn’t say a word because I was afraid many swear words would start coming out. And I did not swear. I was thinking though come on! Do it! Why are you teasing me???
And he did. Disappearing into my skirt, I felt him blowing onto my pussy, before giving me one long lick! I gasped, but before I could catch my breath, he continued, licking round and round my clit, then sucking it gently before licking it some more. Dying of pleasure is a thing! I couldn’t moan, I couldn’t scream… we were in church, who knew who was around? So I bit my lip, dug my nails into the carpet and arched my back, as he continued. I felt his hand part my lips, and his fingers penetrate my pussy again, going in and out, while he licked and sucked my clit. I was going insane. Yohwe maiwe! Man knew his way around my anatomy. Suddenly he stopped, and I felt his hands go under my back, cupping my buttocks. This time, his tongue parted my lips, and thrust in and out my pussy. I can’t even describe it properly; he would thrust with his tongue, come out ever so slightly and make circular motions just inside my opening. I started chewing on my lips to keep silent. He made one final thrust, then went back to licking round and round my lips, my pussy, and my clit. I could feel the waves of electricity spread from my clit to my legs, and up my body… I was having an orgasm! I couldn’t keep quiet this time: I let out a loud moan, as my body stiffened, and then release.
You know how it is when you orgasm? You want to crawl into a ball and enjoy the sensation. He wouldn’t let me. He emerged from my huge skirt, looked at me again, before licking his lips, and making a huge show of swallowing. My goodness… then, without letting go of my buttocks, went back in and gave me one long lick again. My clit throbbed wildly… it was not ready for any more stimulation. I didn’t know what to do, I was squirming so much. It was a perfect balance of pleasure and pain… it hurt so good. I couldn’t take it. I felt his hands dig into my butt as if to say, “Relax, I know what I’m doing.” So I did. This time he went straight for my pussy, thrusting in and out with his tongue, taking breaks to lightly blow onto my pussy. I was going insane…then he circled my clit again with his mouth, sucking very softly, while licking gently in between. No weird flicking movements with this guy; it was full on tongue. I couldn’t hold it in anymore; this time I was moaning softly as he pleasured me. I felt his fingers enter my pussy again, as he licked and sucked my clit softly, and then harder and harder. I felt myself starting to orgasm again… I mumbled, “Oh gosh, I’m coming again!” He looked up quickly and said, “Go for it,” and continued to lick me, nice and slow… I dug my nails into the carpet again as my body stiffened again with another orgasm. When I relaxed, I felt him kiss my inner thighs, and give my pussy one last lick. He pulled me up into a sitting position and handed me my panties. I was spent, my body had never felt such pleasure. In church, no less… my gosh!! I put on my panties, stood up, and checked out my skirt. Shoot, the back was all wet. He looked at me and laughed.
“Let’s go, the meeting is going to start in a few minutes.”
Oh no! I quickly turned my skirt around. I’ll just fabricate some lie about water splashing my skirt when I was in the toilet. As I caught a whiff of my scent on my way to the toilet, I realised I’d have to wipe myself down as well. I smiled though… no regrets at all.
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