Seducing a Frigid Church Boy

Literotica #4

'David'

I was in my mid-twenties when I met David, the sound/tech guy at Church. It was around the time I had in my mother's words, 'gone completely off the rails.' Church was apparently the answer to all of my problems and, because I was feeling so guilty for putting her through so much heartache and worry, I agreed one Sunday morning to accompany her.

I wasn't hungover, I was actually still drunk and I was still in the clothes I'd worn the night before. I hadn't even brushed my hair. Luckily I was youthful and relatively attractive, so with a pair of oversized sunglasses and a coffee, I could get away with it.

David was the eligible bachelor in my mum's Church at the time, he was a little older than me, had a very well-paid job in IT, his own flat and a very nice BMW. I had gleaned all of this information by the following Sunday when I again accompanied my mother to Church.

She thought it was remarkable that I'd asked to come again and glowed with pride introducing a now sober version of me to all her friends, over their decaf coffees after the service. My eyes however were on David and a petite South African woman with a short black bob, whose eyes I noticed were following him as much as mine were.

'Who's that?' I asked my mum, nodding toward the woman sitting at the back on her own.

'Ah, that's Nadia.' My mum whispered, spitting bits of digestive onto my baby blue jumpsuit, 'David's ex'

'Interesting.' I said, staring at David to see if he looked over at her, which he didn't, not once.

'He broke her heart, honestly, we were all expecting an engagement announcement but it never came.' My mum said, dunking the rest of her digestive into her coffee and waving down the pastor's wife.

'That is sad.' I said, not wanting to get webbed up in a conversation with Patsy with the rosy cheeks and scarily toothy smile.

'Desperate for a wee, mum. Be back in five.' I made my excuses.

I ducked away just in time as my mum became embroiled in a deep conversation about who knows what. I made my way over near to where David was putting the sound equipment away and slowed down, hoping that he would notice me.

As I got closer to him I realised just how much he was not my type. For a start, the 'eligible bachelor' thing in and of itself was a turn-off for me but also he was the same height as me and had the smallest hands and feet I've seen on a man.

'Hello,' he said, looking up and smiling, 'You're Dawn's daughter, aren't you?'

'Hey. Yeah, I am, and you are...?' I said, stopping to talk to him.

I didn't dare to look in my mother's direction who I knew would be planning our wedding if she saw me interacting with him.

'I'm David, the tech guy.' He reached out a hand for me to shake, which I looked down at, nonplussed.

'I'm a bit rubbish with human interaction!' He said, withdrawing his hand and laughing, 'Which is why I hide in the corner fiddling about with computers and the like'

God. He was so fucking odd, so dull, that it was unbelievable. Everything that came out of his mouth was so cringeworthy and awkward, I had no idea what this Nadia woman saw in him. And who the fuck tried to shake a good looking woman's hand?

'I see. Well, I was just heading out for a cigarette, so I'll leave you to it.' I said, smiling politely.

I made my escape through a side door so I didn't have to walk past my mother or the spurned ex who no doubt had seen us conversing. I just needed some fresh air, to organise my thoughts and get away from this other world I had avoided since childhood.

I had barely sat on the cold concrete step when David appeared with a boyish grin, running his hands through his already thinning hair.

'Such a rebel!' He said, chuckling to himself.

'How so?' I asked, my insides recoiling from this oddball.

'Smoking at Church! Hey, no judgment at all, we all have our foibles!' He said, winking.

I couldn't believe that he'd said the word 'foibles' and winked at me simultaneously, two things I never wish to experience again in this lifetime. God, the sound guy wanted to fuck me.

'Will you be coming back next week?' He asked, putting his hands into his jeans pocket, in what I assume he thought was a cool stance. It wasn't.

'Not sure.' I replied, not making eye contact, focusing on the entrance where I was praying my mother wouldn't come out of.

'There's a home group breakfast thing tomorrow if you fancy it. It's really chilled, everyone brings a dish, you'd be very welcome.' He said, eyeing me hopefully.

'Will Nadia be there?' I asked, exhaling smoke in his direction.

'Nadia?' He asked, batting my smoke away, looking confused, 'She doesn't usually-' he flustered, 'do you know Nadia?

'Nope, I was just wondering.' I smiled, flicking my cigarette butt across the car park, enjoying his discomfort.

'Oh, okay. Well, I'd best get back in there and finish packing everything up, it's pie and pint for the men's group in an hour.' He said, still stood there despite the fact I had already 'switched off' and was checking my Instagram notifications.

'Right, bye then and nice to meet you!' He said cheerily, walking briskly back into the centre.

Nadia didn't come back to Church after that Sunday, I wasn't sure if it was because of the interest David so blatantly showed toward me and I know women don't miss a darned thing. It was a shame, really.

I quickly learned the culture of this world my mother was immersed in, and so began to understand what it was that Nadia had seen in David. At least once a month there was an engagement announcement from young adults in the Church's Youth Group. It was crazy to me that eighteen and nineteen-year-olds were making such life-changing commitments.

There was this huge pressure for singles in the Church culture to get married because once married, they became home group leaders and climbed up the social rankings within the Church. The older you were and remained single, the more of a sort of pariah you became. People would offer to pray for me regularly for me to find a husband, despite me never asking them to do this and having no interest whatsoever in getting married.

The fact was, they assumed that was my life mission, to find a suitable man and start a family, as was likely every brainwashed woman in the congregation. I was having far too much fun to want that, granted I had wanted to calm down a little, sex had begun to lose its sparkle for me.

I'd been taking a new partner every other day or so for months on end and I was looking for something a little more... interesting I suppose, fun. Settling down with one man, however, feeling trapped and suffocated, that was a bridge too far for the likes of me.

'You're not going to always be beautiful, or young you know.' My mum had warned me, 'That's why it's better to marry now, while you are still desirable.'

Pretty fucked up advice if you ask me but then, she'd only been brainwashed herself so I didn't hold it against her. How could anyone find pleasure in having sex with one person every day for the rest of their lives? How could anyone settle with having sex only on special occasions and sleeping in separate rooms once things grew stale? Staying together for the children, for appearances, for the mortgage?

It terrified me and I had no intention of being sucked into that World my mother so desperately wanted me to be a part of.

Eventually, I let David take me on a date, seeing as he was so persistent, I wanted a lift home in his car more than anything. It was better than having to sit in the car with my mother talking about the sermon. We went for a pub lunch and he talked endlessly about work and Church and not much else. We played Giant Connect Four in the beer garden, or rather, he insisted it would be fun and I took part.

My mum, as you can imagine was ecstatic and I had a hard job of keeping her away from him during biscuits and coffee after the service. This was somewhat tricky considering he was glued to my side at every available opportunity. People were beginning to talk by all accounts, people were questioning our relationship and whether I would be the one to 'pin him down.'

I found the whole thing more than amusing, it became a game to me. I didn't want to get married, I didn't even want a relationship, especially not with someone like David. He was the epitome of everything I disliked in a man, he was transparent, weak, privileged, ignorant and had no regard for Nadia, whose heart he had broken. He couldn't have cared for her at all, what with moving his attentions so quickly onto me.

I hated his arrogance too, that he thought he could have any woman he wanted because Church culture had revered someone in his position, his male position, so much.

I seemed an unlikely choice for someone like him, he who could have had any Church 'wifey' he wanted. I was a party girl, with no regard for anything he appeared to believe in. I was covered in tattoos by that point too, I swore profusely and of course, the cardinal sin, I was what Church folk call a 'fornicator.' All of these things I had laid out like a disclaimer to him, so he was well aware of what he was getting himself involved with.

Rather than repel him, these less-than-endearing qualities teamed with my constant rebuttals seemed to make him want me even more. At some point, I knew I'd have to let him fuck me. He'd practically earned it, putting in so much groundwork, tarnishing his reputation as the most eligible bachelor by associating so openly with the likes of me. I have to say, I was curious about him, I thought that maybe he'd surprise me in the bedroom.

One Sunday after Church, he asked me if I could meet him at a nearby Supermarket and that he'd pick me up from there. The pastor and the elders knew that he was driving straight home and he didn't want anyone to know I was coming home with him. Sex outside marriage is strictly forbidden and he risked losing his position, even though it was that of a humble sound guy, if his reputation was brought into disrepute.

It had been his idea, for me to come and stay with him for the weekend. He told me he had a pullout bed in the lounge that had never been slept on and that he certainly didn't expect to sleep with me, that he had too much respect for me.

He'd had a taste, of course, he'd been over to mine for Bible study and prayer a few times, which had ultimately ended up with the front of his jeans being soaked in an unusually large amount of pre-cum. He'd been suitably embarrassed about it, but then what did he expect if he was going to dry hump me on my sofa, playing with my tits?

'We'll see.' I'd thought, inwardly laughing at the idea he'd be able to resist me once he got me alone in his fancy one-bed flat.

'I feel guilty.' I'd said in the car on the hour-long trip back to his flat.

'What? Why?' He said anxiously, taking his eyes off the road and glancing at me.

'I feel bad that I've made you compromise your morals by bringing me back to your place.' I said, staring out of the steamed windows.

'No, don't be silly. I used to bring Nadia back to mine every weekend after Church, it's not a big deal.' He said, fiddling with the dials to clear the windows.

'You brought her back to your flat?' I asked, incredulous.

'Yeah. I did.' He said, fixing his eyes on the road.

I couldn't believe it, Nadia and David were fucking the entire time, who'd have thought it? That was another thing to add to my list of dislike of this man I was on my way to fuck, hypocrisy. At least with me, you got what was on the tin, no pretences. Pretending to be pure and respectful of your faith while you fucked your girlfriend after Church left me with a sour taste in my mouth. The sad thing was, she probably assumed that they were going to end up getting married, perhaps he had led her to believe that was the case to get her into bed. What a cunt.

'I see.' I said, pulling a cigarette out of the box and rooting around for a lighter.

'Oh, could you not smoke in the car?' He asked, placing a hand on my knee and giving me a gentle squeeze, 'I won't be able to get the smell out of the interior.'

I pushed my cigarette back into the box and kept my face as blank as possible, though I wanted to spark one up just to spite him, right there and then.

His flat was everything I expected it to be, in a nice part of town, exclusive. The inside was so minimalistic, with framed Bruce Springsteen posters in every room bar the kitchen. He had a spare room, just for a drum kit and a sound system, with an electric guitar propped up against one wall. It didn't look like anyone lived there, it had no personality, no decorative touches.

The evening would have been incredibly dull if it hadn't been for the expensive bottle of wine I'd bought myself to drink, preempting the lengthy evening of having to pretend to be interested in him or anything he wanted to talk about. We watched a documentary on some Formula One racer he said I would love, which I certainly didn't.

Of course, come ten o'clock, he was yawning and saying he was going to retire. He asked me, did I want him to set up the pull-out bed for me.

'Do you want me to sleep on the pull-out bed?' I asked him, brazenly blunt as I always was.

'You should. I want to do things properly with you.' He said, 'Have you got nightwear to change into because if you don't, you could wear something of mine?'

'I sleep naked.' I said, with a smile, 'but a duvet and a kiss goodnight would be nice.'

He stood there, unable to mask his internal struggle of chastity with the red blood that presumably pulsed through his veins.

'A kiss might lead to other things..' he started, taking a step back from me as if I would take advantage of him. Perhaps he'd forgotten our naughty prayer evenings and Bible studies.

'Okay.' I said, with a shrug and setting down my wine glass on his coffee table, I began to peel off my skinny jeans in front of him, down to my white thong.

'I'll give you some privacy-' he said, though he didn't move an inch.

I unpopped my black body suit at my crotch and pulled it up and over my head, revealing my matching, push-up white bra.

'Night, then.' I said, stretching out my toned, curvy body on the sofa with a fake yawn.

'Why don't you just sleep in my bed, with me? I'll put the big pillow between us, it would be more comfortable at least' he said, trying not to look at me in my underwear.

'Sure. I'd like that.' I said, with a coy smile.

I stood and walked past him, he followed me to his bedroom and, sliding off his slippers he tucked himself into bed. I bent over slightly as I took my knickers off, going nice and slow so he'd have a quick glimpse of my pussy bulge from behind.

'You can have an oversized tee if you'd like. I have a few in the drawers just over there.' He said, clearing his throat.

'I'm good but thanks.' I replied, unfastening my bra, with my back still to him.

I'd been going hard on the squats so I knew my bum looked good at the moment. If he wasn't hard looking at me naked from behind, then he couldn't be straight. I wanted to work him up as much as possible before I got into bed with him, so there was no fucking way we would be separated by his pillow.

He clapped twice, turning the lights off in the bedroom, so that the only light coming in was from the dim outdoor lighting, streaming through the gap in the curtains. I turned over, pulling the duvet down so it just covered my nipples, the flesh of my breasts just above it. I lay there, facing him in the darkness, in the silence, spare for the person in the flat above walking around.

'Are you okay?' He asked, lying on the edge of the bed at the furthest point away from me.

'Of course, I'm here with you.' I whispered back to him.

'You're naked.' He whispered back, into the darkness.

'I know.' I laughed, inching just a little closer to him, testing the water.

I could hear his breathing getting more rapid and surmised from the no response, that he was really going through some shit over on his side of the bed.

'Well, goodnight.' He said, letting out a long and slow exhale, 'We'd better get some sleep if you want to go shopping tomorrow'

Rolling my eyes, I heard him

repositioning himself so that he was lying facing away from me, so I shuffled right on over to him. If you wanted something, you had to do it yourself. He was never going to make a move on me, I would have to take matters into my own hands.

There was no way he would be able to refuse me, not when I was completely naked in his bed. I pressed my breasts up against his bare back and as I intertwined my legs around his, I let my shaven pussy rub gently up and down his thigh as I positioned myself. To my surprise, he didn't try to stop me, and he didn't move an inch but his breathing quickened and I felt his body go tense.

My breath was hot against the nape of his neck as I began to kiss him there, moving to just behind his ear where my kisses grew into hungry kisses. I was surprisingly horny, but put it down to the build up of this moment, the weeks of planning, the chase coming to its peak, it's close. Wrapping my arms around his chest, my hands moved in delicate motions, making circles over the chest hair on his breastbone.

I let my hands go slowly down his chest, until they reached his abdomen, waiting for him to stop me, waiting for him to turn around and pin me down against his firm, expensive mattress. I let one hand glide down toward the waistband of his pyjama bottoms, the other hand resting against his stomach and he grabbed my hand.

'Stop. I'm sorry, I can't.' He said, still facing away from me, 'can you go to the other side of the bed?'

'Are you fucking for real?' I asked, feeling the rejection like a knife wound straight into my heart.

He sighed and clapped twice, the light flooding the room. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and smiled at me almost pitifully.

'Listen. I know it's hard, believe me, I would love nothing more than to do this with you.' He said

'So why the fuck won't you?' I practically spat at him, hating how he was perceiving this situation.

'I told you. I want to do things differently with you.' He sighed again, 'I should never have slept with Nadia, it was wrong and ultimately it ruined things between us.'

'That's such bullshit and you know it. Are you honestly telling me you're not going to fuck me tonight?' I asked him, practically boiling with rage.

'I can't, I'm sorry.' He said and grabbed for the TV remote.

'What are you doing? You're going to watch fucking TV now? That's so fucking weird!'

'Come here.' He patted the space next to him on the bed where I had tried to seduce him minutes before.

'I'm not sitting there naked and horny watching television with you!' I was almost shouting at him.

He switched the TV on and scrolled to the music channels until he found a music video he apparently wanted to watch and started listening to it, ignoring the fact I was stood at the foot of his bed, naked, in a fit of rage.

'My neck, my back' by KIA came on, with women twerking and dancing suggestively as I turned to face the television. Looking back over at him, he had pushed his pyjama bottoms down to reveal what I'd never seen before, what I'd anticipated I'd be riding tonight.

'What are you doing?' I asked him, completely at a loss for what was going on.

'It's what I do to help me resist the temptation with women.' He said, his eyes focused on the television screen.

'But I'm right here! Why would you-' I started, my mouth hanging open as he begun wanking right in front of me.

'You're really going to masturbate instead of having sex with me?' I asked, 'that is so fucked, SO fucked!'

Something held me there, watching him, I felt like I was a voyeur in someone else's life. He had a strong will, I had to give him that but now he had turned the tables on me and I hated it. Now he was the one with power over me and I couldn't have that. He'd rejected me, he was winning, my mind was whirring at a thousand miles per hour trying to figure out how to fix this mess. This was definitely not how I had planned this weekend to pan out.