Tom Listor sat in his office. He was waiting on one of the girls in his High School group. On his desk was a small brown book. He opened the first page absently, already knowing what was inside. In bold handwritten print, it said "Journal of Becky Angel. Do NOT read! If found, please return to 272 Market Street." Tom remembered finding the Journal last weekend at the Youth Retreat. It had fallen out of a backpack. He opened it and had read the first page.
Even now, he remembered how he had struggled with himself when he had found the book. He knew he should simply give it to Becky, or find her backpack and slip it back in. But Becky Angel was the cutest girl in his group, an 18-year-old knockout by any standards, and Tom had developed a severe case of fuck lust for the girl, even as he regularly whipped himself mentally for thinking nasty thoughts about one of his teenage charges.
Of course, he would never risk his career, but secretly he had wondered what it would be like to kiss that incredible mouth of hers, to put his hands on her very well-developed body, and give in to the feelings of lust that he had whenever he was around the girls in his group.
If it had not been Becky's journal, he probably would have done the right thing. But, he hadn't. So, ignoring the warning on the first page, he opened Becky Angel's Journal and secretly crawled into the mind of the young 18-year-old beauty.
Tom had discovered that Becky kept an extremely detailed record of the most sinful, wild sexual fantasies. He was completely shocked...and aroused to the highest possible pitch. He had never read pornography, but he was sure this was every bit as wild as a pornographic novel.
And so, Tom had kept her Journal. He had taken it to the bathroom and masturbated to the fantasies of the young girl. He discovered how she had been raped by her Uncle, and how she had responded by cumming, something which made her feel guilty. He read about a fantasy concerning her English teacher fucking her doggy style on his desk after classes. As he read about the teacher fucking her, he had spurted his cum into the toilet bowl thinking about how much he wished it had been Becky Angel's body he was shooting into.
All weekend Tom had read her journal, periodically hiding in the bathroom to jerk off. And then he came to the journal entrance four months ago when beautiful Becky Angel had joined his youth group. He was stunned as he read her fantasy about him! In it, he left his wife and married her, and they had fucked on the beach of a remote tropical island. He almost didn't make it to the bathroom after reading that. He finally finished reading her journal.
She had several fantasies about him. Tom had kept her journal, masturbating to her fantasies each day. He felt sick and nauseous almost all the time, knowing that what he was doing was sinful and perverse. But he craved reading about her dreams, especially the ones about him.
Knowing he was risking everything in his life, he decided that he had to have the girl. Last night, he had called her and asked her to stop by his office after school, because there was a project he wanted her to be involved in. He often did that with his Youth Group kids, and the young girl felt honored.
Becky entered the church building, enjoying the air conditioning. She was delighted that Tom wanted to see her. She was not aware that her journal was even missing. She only wrote in it when she had an erotic dream, and so she entered the building happy and unaware of what the true nature of the visit was about.
Tom answered the door when she knocked and smiled at the girl. Becky had long curly black hair and amazing green eyes. She appeared to be of Spanish extraction, her skin a dark olive hue. Her mouth was perfect with pouty lips, and when she smiled with those perfect white teeth, it made Tom lust even more for her. Today, Becky had on her cheerleading uniform, for there was a home football game that evening, and the Cheer squad always wore their uniform on days of home games.
"Hi, Becky. My, don't you look nice today!" Tom said, smiling easily at her.
Becky blushed at his compliment, pleased that he noticed how she looked. She hoped he thought she was pretty. She had developed a huge crush on him during the past few months, and any attention from him delighted her.
"Thanks, Tom!"
"Well, Hon, I have something to show you. Come on, let's walk!" He took her hand in his, which wasn't entirely normal, but not anything suspicious.
Becky loved the intimacy of walking hand in hand with her youth minister.
They chatted as he led her to the back of the facility, the old gymnasium, and a set of stairs to the "crash" room. This room was used during all-night parties, called "Lock-ins". Those who couldn't stay awake could come to this room, which was wall-to-wall mattress. There were no windows, and only night lights were plugged into the wall. It had been altered to be almost soundproof so that the loud music would not interfere with those who wanted to sleep.
Becky looked rather puzzled as he opened the door, but she walked into the room. Tom closed the door as she turned to face him.
"Uh, Tom? Why are we here in the crash room?" she said.
He sat down, inviting her to do the same, and they sat on the mattresses.
Tom opened the briefcase he had brought along, then sat looking at her. He said, "Becky, I wanted to talk to you about something."
She looked at him curiously with her drop-dead gorgeous eyes. "OK, Tom. You can talk to me about anything. I-I like talking to you" she said almost shyly.
"Becky, do you know that I think you are the prettiest girl in this whole church?"
Becky blinked in surprise. Had she heard him right? She felt her breathing deepen. "You think I'm the...what?" she said, unable to believe her ears.
She had fantasized about him telling her things like this, but hearing it surprised her.
Chuckling, he said, "I think you are the prettiest girl in the whole church".
Becky's face erupted into a huge grin. "You do?" she said, pleased that this man thought she was pretty.
