I was raised in a Christian home, but I started to rebel around the age of sixteen. My father was a preacher and the pastor of our congregation until his failing health caused him to step down. My family was considered to be one of the pillars of the community.
My mother was the classic stay at home wife, looking after everyone physical well being and my father was the bread winner looking out for us financially. My sister Diana and I were raised to be well behaved studious and church going. However, despite the good girl image I portrayed in public, there was the naughty side to me I wanted to explore. The more I read everything I could get my hands on. I tried every carnal delight I could do by myself, and still my curiosity grew.
The first time I physically experienced the need to satisfy my hidden desires happened believe it or not was during a fellowship visit at another church. While I sat in the pew listening to the beautiful choir music temptation came along.
The temptation had a name and it was Derek. Our eyes met across the aisle while we listened to the choir singing to lift our spirits, before the minister preached his sermon. However, I had found my own uplifting spirit staring into Derek's eyes. I didn't know then at the age of eighteen how seductive the pleasure of the flesh could be, or the way temptation could overpower you and the ability to defeat some sins.
I started to feel very warm and needed to leave the service for some fresh air. There is a path that parishioners used as a short passage behind the church that coursed beside a duck pond. I decided to walk along the path to release the tingling energy in my loins caused by a naughty vision I had involving Derek.
I paced back and forth along the banks of the pond wanting to free my thoughts of Derek, and the power it was giving him over me. I wanted him, and I suspected he knew it. After a long spell I turned back toward the church, and I saw Derek watching me with his seducing eyes.
We stood there,in silence for a short time before we embraced and kissed. I felt Derek's penis began to grow hard in his pants, knowing I was causing it made my panties dampen. The tongue dance we shared made me moan aloud expressing the effect he had on me. However, the thought of a church member catching us would have been devastating. At that age I believed I could never live down the shame bought upon my family from an indiscretion on my part.
My mother was the disciplinary in the family and her bite was definitely bigger than her bark. My sister and I were brought up believing one never brings shame upon your family regardless of how old you are. You always respected your home, your elders and always do everything decent and in order that's the golden rule.
Nevertheless, I was feeling something I never felt before and at that moment I did not care about anything else. I had this hot hunk of young man pressing his solid penis against my mound and I had the greatest desire to know how it would feel inside of my pearl.
We had never properly introduced ourselves, but our desire for each other had been established.
"My name is Lola," I said with a smile.
"Hi, I am Derek, pleased to meet you," He said smiling back.
"Do you attend church here often?" I asked.
I was trying to keep this intimate game flowing, but seduction was new to me.
"No, this is my first time coming here with my family," Derek informed me.
